Chapter 4

I bolt up.

My eyes open wide, as wide as possible, to try to process what is happening. Did I really just hear a voice? A woman’s voice?

As my eyesight clears, I see that I wasn’t dreaming or imagining anything. A woman stands in front of me in a tan skirt suit. She’s a few inches shorter, but she has a presence that makes me feel small. Her blazer hangs open and a silky bright white blouse shines underneath. Her hands rest at the top of her knee length skirt, just above the generous curves of her waist. I’m struggling not to get lost in those curves.

I shiver and grab a pillow from behind me to try to cover up. It’s a desperate attempt, but I feel suddenly very naked, standing in front of a strange woman while I’m wearing a dress.

Not just any dress. I see her smiles as the realization becomes apparent on my face.

“It suits you, better than it did me,” she says, taking a few steps to the side to look around the pillow. “Come on now, spin around for mommy,” she taunts.

“I’m sorry,” I stutter out, my teeth clattering in shivers. “He told me you were divorced.”

She laughs.

“Oh relax child,” she says, taking a step toward me and plucking the pillow from my arms. “We are divorced.”

“Then-“

“Devon never changed the locks, so every now and then I like to sneak in and lounge around for old time’s sake when I’ve got a slow day at the office,” she says, dropping her purse on the ground and plopping down on the love seat behind her.

I cross my arms to try to warm the embarrassment away, but I’m still shivering there, helplessly. I want to run, grab my clothes from the garage, get dressed and get out of there.

But the woman’s eyes have me pinned.

She rests an arm against the back of the couch and with her other arm she makes a twirling motion.

“Give mommy a little spin, won’t you?” she says, tucking her short brown hair behind her ear.

My cheeks are burning red now, not just out of embarrassment, but out of anger. Who does this cunt think she is to order me around like this? But somehow, in the midst of this, I feel my cock straining on her panties. I hate myself for this, but the slutty little bitch inside me likes where this is going.

“Yes mommy,” I say, spinning my body around and feeling free as the fabric raises and floats around me for moment before coming back down.

“Good girl,” she says and pats the empty seat next to her.

I walk over slowly, uncertain of what she has planned. I eye her large purse by her feet. For all I know she’s got a gun in there and is here to take revenge on her ex-husbands new lover. But I take a deep breath and shake my concerns aside.

I gather my dress around my thighs and sit gentle on the edge of the couch.

“Oh come closer darling, mommy won’t bite,” she says.

I scoot closer nervously and smell a familiar rose perfume coming from her.

“Now tell me- what do I call you?”

I shuffle nervously, uncertain if I should reveal to her the name you and I shared just hours ago, but I don’t want to give her my real name. Not just out of concern for my privacy, but it would just feel wrong to be called my man’s name while I’m in these clothes and in your house.

“Rania,” I say, still shivering.

“Oh that’s a beautiful name,” she says with a smile that feels one part genuine and two parts wicked. “So tell me, how long have you and Devon been together?”

I’m not sure how to answer that.

“Well, we been talked on the app for a month,” her eyes pierce mine, so I take a deep breath and decide to open up. “I was nervous, you know, at first. I’d never been with a guy. Most guys I matched with seemed pushy, wanted sex now, or something. Or they were completely disinterested. Devon was patient.” She nods and I continue. “He listened, got to know me and learned what I was looking for, but never pressed me for it. Then a few weeks ago we met for coffee. I thought he’d press me for sex then, but we just talked and walked around the neighborhood for a few hours and then I went home. I thought maybe at that point he just wasn’t interested, once he’d gotten a look at me in real life. But as soon as I got home he texted and asked to take me out to dinner. Still he didn’t pressure me for anything. Then he texted after work yesterday and asked if I’d like to grab a drink. And-“

“And now he’s got you wearing my clothes and playing housewife while he’s at work,” she says rolling her eyes.

“I mean, he didn’t force me to, I wanted to. And I’m sorry I’m in your clothes, I can-“

“No dear,” she pats me on the shoulder and gives me a look of genuine sympathy. “I was only kidding. Devon’s not a bad guy like that.”

I smile and look at her. She’s got big brown eyes and light brown skin. Her thick lips are coated in a familiar shade of bright red lipstick. She looks a little younger than you, maybe 45, 48 at the oldest. She’s also absolutely stunning. Short haired milfy brunettes aren’t just my type, they’re my weakness.

“So, ataköy escort why did you get divorced?” I ask, feeling invasive, but overpowered by my curiosity.

She laughs.

“I wonder about that,” she says, turning forward and straightening her skirt over her crossed legs. “Nothing terrible happened between us, to be honest. We were just too young when we got married and had kids, never had a chance to really grow into ourselves before we had to grow into the marriage. So we were always at each other’s throats for one thing or another, all of which seems petty now. We’re on good terms, we see each other often and do things together with the kids a lot, so we still have a close relationship.”

I want to be jealous when she tells me this, but my heart just warms at the sentiment. Somehow, I’m happy you have this sense of peace and balance in your relationship.

She turns back and looks at me.

“Darling, Rania, you’re absolutely adorable, but you don’t know a thing about make up, do you?”

I lower my eyes and shake my head shamefully.

“It’s alright dear,” she says, grabbing her purse and standing up, “Come, let’s teach you a thing or two.”

She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. I assume she’s taking me to your bedroom, but instead she veers off to the right at the top of the stairs and goes into one of the other bedrooms.

“Sit,” she says, pulling the chair out of the desk and turning on the bright desk lamp.

She pulls out a kit of makeup from her purse and goes to work for a good ten minutes. My face flinches each time she pulls out a new cold instrument to dab on my face. There’s no mirror at the desk, so I can’t see what she’s even doing. But when she finishes, she turns my chin towards her and blushes.

“You know, it’s the oddest thing, but I can see why you’ve got him so allured. You have strong masculine features, but somehow, you’re simultaneously as delicate as a feather.”

She hands me a compact mirror and I blush too. I’ve never seen myself look this gorgeous and I let myself revel in the vanity of it. So much so I feel my cock straining again in her panties as I turn myself on.

When I hand the compact back, she’s looking at me dead in the eyes. The skeptical taunting look from earlier has completely disappeared now. This look is warm, inviting. And hungry.

I’m hungry too.

I look at her lips and then back into her eyes. I lean forward and wrap my hands around her cheeks. When our lips meet there’s an explosion of warmth.

I’m sorry to say, but there’s no hesitation in either of us. Despite the hard kiss, the softness of her lips is overwhelming. I stand up and my hands warp around her, inside her blazer. The satin feel of her shirt is amazing, but I want to feel her skin on my fingertips so I pull at the fabric and untuck it from her skirt.

She purrs gently as she feels my fingertips glide up her back to undo her bra strap. As I feel the ridges of her spine I’m reminded of your back from last night and while I want to feel bad for betraying you in the moment, my cock is ready to tear itself out of her panties.

And I’m now struck at the further strangeness of making out with someone who’s clothes I’m wearing.

I moan as I feel her hands grab my ass and pull up the fabric of my dress (well, her dress). I feel the cool air momentarily on my ass, until she gets her hands under the dress and lets the folds of the dress fall back over her hands.

She pulls me top of her as she lets herself fall backwards onto what I’m assuming is one of your kids’ beds.

“Mmm,” she says as our kiss breaks. “I’ve never even thought about being with a woman before, but after this, I’m gonna need to try.”

“I’d love to be there to watch,” I say as I unbutton her blouse.

I pull her white bra over her breasts and gasp. They’re not the firmest ones I’ve seen, but they’re perfectly shaped D cups. I completely lose control now and dive in, squeeze one in my right hand and sucking on the other.

She throws her head back and moans while pressing the back of my head harder against her chest.

“Fuck yes,” she cries.

My dress is hiked up and I’m grinding against her thigh. The only thing separating my cock from her warm skin is these thin white panties, which are soaking in my pre-cum and still damp with your cum.

I squeeze both breaths with my hands and keep them there for a moment while I begin kissing down her belly. She’s squirming and moaning more now, anticipating what’s next.

I want to be sly and tease her the way you teased me last night, but I’m too impatient.

I slide down quickly and push her skirt up revealing cream-colored panties. I reach in and pull them off. I’m tempted to tear them like you did mine last night, but I manage to get them off without that. I spread her legs a bit, but not too much. I want to feel the warmth of her thick naked thighs near me still.

Her pussy is beautiful. It’s got halkalı escort a thin coat of nicely groomed hair. I take a deep breath and when the slightly sour scent hits my nose I lose control and dive in, tongue first.

She screams, grabs my hair and pushes my head into her harder.

After giving her entire pussy, a nice bath with my tongue, I bring my right hand up and slide two fingers into her slowly. She moans and bucks her hips until the entire length of my fingers is soaking wet.

While I fuck her with my fingers, I begin alternating between sucking and licking her clit, each time getting rougher and harder. In her excitement, her hips are moving too wildly, so I wrap my left forearm around her waist and do my best to hold her steady while I suck and lick her clit.

I’m lost in this dark and moist dream when she clamps her thighs onto my ears and squeezes my hair in her fingertips. I look up and can almost hear her silent screams of pleasure before the real ones come and reverberate into my ears through her thighs. I’m vibrating my entire skull against her tongue now and feel a new gush of slick wetness coat my fingers as they continue to fuck her.

The grip of her thighs loosens and I feel her hands wrap around my chin to pull me up.

“Please please, I can’t handle any more,” she says panting.

I smile at her and watch her enormous tits rise and fall as she gasps for air.

I pick up her panties and wipe her cum off my beard and lie down next to her. My cock is straining hard in these panties still, but I’m so fascinated by her beauty that I’m momentarily distracted just lying there and watching her.

“Where did you,” she says, each word between a breath. “learn to eat pussy like that.”

I shrug my shoulders, pulling the fabric of the dress up my leg a little. I laugh to myself at the unexpected absurdity of how horny I could be for a woman all while playing housewife in a dress for a man who fucked me good and gave me some of the most intense orgasms of my life just last night. But none this morning.

She turns her head, her eyes wide with delight. She’s decided something. She pushes me flat by my shoulders and climbs on top of me. She throws off her top and bra and her skirt rides up her torso as she grinds against my cock. I stare into her enormous swaying brown nipples, entranced, unable to restrain my hands as they reach up to cup and squeeze both her breasts. She moans and holds my hands against herself tightly.

“You know,” she says, “Devon was always great in bed, but sometimes he liked to be a selfish lover intentionally. Leaving me wanting more, knowing he’d give me more, but not knowing how or when. He’d make more than amends eventually, but I could be horny for hours or days not knowing when he was ready to let me cum.”

She grips my wrists tightly and pins them to the bed as she leans in close and kisses me.

“Did he fuck you and not let you cum this morning?” She asks while sucking and licking my ear lobe.

I nod pleadingly, wanting her to pull out my cock before I cum in her panties.

“Aww, poor baby,” she says, giving my ear a bite making me whimper. She begins sliding down my body, squeezing and kissing me liberally as she goes. “Tell mommy how he fucked you this morning. Every detail.”

I don’t know how to respond. Where I even begin. And how to even find my voice while overwhelmed with the sensations of her soft body sliding hands wandering. I feel her hands slide up my dress and grip my thighs. Then I feel her nails dig in.

“Disobedient slut. I see Devon hasn’t taught you manners yet. Mommy gave you an order.”

I grip the bedsheets to try to focus my attention.

“Sorry mommy,” I pant out. “I was wearing this dress-“

“Mommy’s dress.”

“Yes, and making him breakfast while he was at the gym.” I feel her hot breath on my thighs as she plants soft kisses, each one coming closer to the hem of my (her) panties. I shiver, but try to focus on the story.

“I didn’t hear him come in, he surprised me,” I say, with an unexpected tone of guilt in my voice. As if it was my fault. As if I was being accused of acting as a temptress. The idea that I was tempting enough to even be accused of such a thing made me shiver with delight.

“He grabbed my ass hard, through my dress, and pinned me against the counter,” I suddenly want to make this sound much more one sided than it actually was, so I say, “It was scary. I begged him to let me go, but he gripped my throat and began choking me with one hand and molesting my entire body with the other. I could feel his manhood pressing against me, pushing into me through our clothes, wanting to invade me.”

I feel her long nails graze up the sides my thighs and grip the waist band of her panties and pull them down swiftly. My cock springs free and taps her chin.

“Well, darling, I’m having a hard time believing your story,” she says, gripping base of my cock and planting avcılar escort kisses up and down the shaft. “It seems to me like you quite enjoyed seducing your daddy, making an innocent man commit such a grave, grave sin.”

She gently releases a generous load of saliva onto my head and spreads it around my shaft with her fingertips. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock and her thick lips envelop my entire head.

Before I know what’s happening she takes the full length my cock into her mouth and down her throat. My vision goes dark and I grip the fabric of the comforter hard and let out a deep moan.

She pulls me out of her mouth and I feel her sharp nails threateningly grip my balls.

I struggle to gather the details of this morning. I can’t remember the order of what happened when and now I’m just throwing out random pieces of it.

“He pushed me to the ground and rubbed my face on his smelly gym shorts. I don’t know how,” I lie, “but he took his thingy out and put it in my face. He made me take it in my mouth and suck it like a popsicle. Except it tasted all salty.”

“Just like this morning, you’re not allow to cum, understood?” She warns, as she starts sucking me steadily.

How am I supposed to resist? I want to grab her by the hair and fuck her throat, but I do my best to be obedient and continue the story.

“Then he picked me up and threw me onto the dinner table. He bent me over, pulled my dress up and-“

I don’t know what it was. If it was the steadily speeding up of her sucking me off, the texture of her tongue swirling expertly up and down my shaft. Or if it was the way her nails gently grazed my balls as she fondled them, making them tingle and shrivel. Or if it was the memory of your tongue probing my boy cunt. Or just all of it at once.

But I cum. I grab her head and keep it in rhythm as I shoot spurts of cum into your ex-wife’s throat. She goes with it, sucking me firmly, draining every last drop greedily, as if she knows you intentionally left it in me this morning, and just wants to piss you off extra.

And there’s no hesitation, no shame, no regret surfacing in me. I know I should feel some remorse for maybe cheating on you with your ex-wife, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like cheating. It’s weird, but not cheating.

I let go of her hair and let every muscle in my body relax. I feel her squeeze the last few drops of cum from my head as my cock goes limp. My eyes are closed and I’m in a beautiful, blissful daze.

Then I feel her lips on mine. Forcefully. Her tongue pushing its way between my lips. I try to protest, but she has me pinned and I’m weak from my euphoria so I give in and let her drain my cum back into me.

By now I’m used to the taste of cum, be it mine or yours, so I let it spread down my tongue and I swallow it steadily. But I can tell she saves a little bit for herself. She breaks the kiss and licks her lips with a smile.

“You two have so much in common,” I say, my eyes still closed, my chest still heaving.

She snickers as she roles off me and reaches down to pull her panties back up my legs and straighten my dress before cuddling up on my side. She throws one leg over me and presses her wet pussy into me, reminding me that while she might be giving me a break, she’s not yet satisfied. She wants to hear more about my morning.

But for now I wrap my arm under and around her and pull her close and I’m grateful my dress is sleeveless so I can feel her warm naked chest on my arm and shoulder.

I hear her breathing getting heavy and we both drift off to sleep.

When I wake up the sun is still bright in the sky. It’s only 12:30pm.

I feel her stretch against my side and grab my body tight. She licks my ear and sends goose bumps up and down my body.

“So,” she says, “Devon found himself a bisexual little slut.”

“Seems convenient for you,” I say.

“What do you think daddy will say when he finds out you’re being naughty and playing with me?” she asks.

I’m spent, but her playful tone somehow manages to engage me and I feel my limp cock twitch.

“Please don’t tell daddy,” I say, playing along but also desperately hoping that she doesn’t tell you a thing.

“What kind of mommy would I be if I let you get away with whatever you wanted?” you say, nibling my ear. “Oh well, if you make mommy cum real good one more time before she heads back to work, well then maybe I can keep our secret. Assuming you promise to service her whenever she drops by and sees you here.”

I gulp. I’m shaking, not with nervousness, but at excitement realizing I’ve somehow landed in the most amazing sexual setup I’ve ever had in my life. Dressing up as a women, access to sex with a beefy man or a voluptuous woman, in a nice big warm house. I don’t know if this is real or if I’ll wake up any minute now.

“Yes mommy,” I say.

I feel her sit up next to me and mount my chest backwards. As she bends down she pulls my dress up and slides my panties down over my cock. As she takes me in her mouth and brings me back to life, she perks her ass up presents her pussy to me, floating just above my neck. I pull her skirt up all the way. grab both ass cheeks simultaneously and squeeze them hard. I keep my grip on them to lift myself up and pull her down until my nose is buried in her cunt.

12 The day after the Swingers Club

After a long night at the Swingers Club followed by some strap-on play in my bed at home, Maria after all, it was a sunny Sunday afternoon.

We walked down to the river, found our favorite spot unoccupied, stripped off our clothes, and settled in.

“A load of single men here today,” Maria mentioned.

“I have noticed that, a lot of cocks around today!”

We lay in the sun, spreading our legs, enjoying the warm rays of sun on our shaven pussies. A guy walked past with his cock in his hand, eyeing up our cunts. I smiled at him as he walked past very close.

Maria then decided to take out the strap-on dildo and lay it on the blanket for the guys to see.

I said, “You are crazy, a crazy little slut!”

She laughed and reminded me of my actions the night before.

I took a bottle of Sun-Oil and started massaging it on Maria’s body. Carefully treating her boobs and pussy as well. She enjoyed it.

“I could have your hands on me all day,” Maria told me.

After Maria was all oiled up, she did the same to me, taking extra good care of my pussy. The guy who walked past with his dick in his hand was now standing near us, watching us and the fucking couple on the other side.

“Nice cock,a good size,” I said to Maria.

After we were both oiled up, another guy appeared watching us.

So I said to Maria, “Let’s tease him.”

We lay down, kissing, touching our boobs and pussies.

“Oh my god, I’m so horny,” I whispered to Maria.

The couple near us were fucking, multiple orgasms of the girl were to escort bayan beyoğlu be heard.

We were now in 69 positions licking our cunts. Maria had a few fingers up my juicy hole and was playing with my asshole.

“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?” I screamed.

That made her fingerfuck me even faster. I came screaming out my lust. I decided it was time for the strap-on. I fixed it to my body, tightened the straps.

“Get on all fours!” I told Maria.

She knelt and I slid the dildo up and down her pussy, before shoving it deep in her wet hole. She moaned and yelled out “Fuck me you bitch.”

The two guys who had been watching, came closer now, wanking their cocks. This made me even hornier. One of the guys knelt and held his cock right in front of Maria’s face. I told her, “Suck him, Maria.”

She grabbed him and started sucking his dick. By now, three or four couples had come closer watching us. My God, are we really doing this, making a show for other people? But before I could think further, Maria had an almighty orgasm, screaming her lust out for everybody to hear.

The other guy was now with his feet on our blanket, standing there wanking his nice cock.

I pulled my fingers out of Maria’s pussy and handed the guy a condom.

I said, “Fuck her, go on fuck her!”

“Sure, I’d love to,” he replied.He rolled the condom on his cock and positioned himself behind Maria.

“Come on, fuck me,” Maria told him.

He started fucking her doggy-style. I took off the strap-on and started fingering my pussy. Watching escort bayan ataköy Maria being fucked from behind, while she was sucking on the second guy’s cock.

“Oh my god, fuck, aah,” she screamed out, as she came.

One of the couples, who were watching us, came right up to me.

The guy asked me, “Can we join in?”

I replied, “Yes, why not.”

They sat down on my blanket and the girl started sucking her partner’s cock.

“That’s hot, yes, suck him,” I told her, while I started playing with her nipples.

“Help me here,” the girl said to me.

He soon had a big boner, as I joined in on the sucking.

Maria was still fucking and giving head, but the two guys had swapped. I lost count of her orgasms.

The couple next to me started going down on me. She whispered, “Can I lick your pussy?”

“Yes, just do it, stop asking!” I replied.

The guy shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him while my cunt was being licked and fingered.

I heard the girl whispering to her guy, “Do you wanna fuck her?”

I took out a condom and passed it to him before he could answer. I lay down, he held my legs right up in the air and stuck his cock in my pussy. He started fucking like a rabbit on heat, so I asked him to slow down. I pulled his girl towards me.

“Sit on my face,” I said to the girl.

She did, and I started licking her, parting her pussy lips and fingering her.

“AAh, oh my god, that’s so good, lick me, don’t stop!” she yelled out.

She came immediately, sending a lot of juice on my tongue.

I escort bayan avcılar want your cum!” Maria told her fuckers.

She was sprayed with cum by the two guys, she ended up with cum all over her face and tits.

I was being fucked hard now by the guy, while his girl came and had enough of my tongue. She bent down and sucked my rock-hard nipples.

“Oh my god, yes, fuck me,” I screamed and came again. The guy pulled out, ripped off the condom, and squirted his load on my front.

His girl licked him clean, looked at me, and said, “Let me” and licked some cum off my belly.

The guy kissed me on the cheek, saying, “Thank you, that was great, you are so hot.”

They both thanked me for such a nice experience and left. The two guys had also disappeared into the river to clean up.

We two, covered in cum, sitting on a messed up blanket, condoms and hankies all over the place. I looked at Maria and asked, “Did you get any names?”

She answered, “No, I didn’t”. We laughed out loud.

After we had cleaned ourselves up and tidied our blanket, the couple, we had just fucked with, came over carrying a bottle of Fizz and four glasses.

“A cold drink for two hot girls,” The guy said.

We sat and had drinks, while chatting. We learned that both were married, but not to each other. They both were in broken marriages.

The couple was ever so nice, they were Richard and Claudia, as we knew by now. They lived half an hour away, in a big house with a nice garden and pool. I did not ask, but they must have been over 40, but very nice looking and fit.

Claudia asked, “Fancy a few drinks at our house? Just to say thank you for the really good afternoon?”

I looked at Maria and said, “Well, that would be nice, thank you.”

So Richard said, “Why don’t we pack up and go?”

We did just that.

***** Story continues in next Chapter *****

Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

*****

I had just finished my first year away at college and was on my way home for summer break. It was a 5 hour drive so I hadn’t been home since the New Year. This was the longest time period I had ever been away from my parents. I was going to stay at school to take a summer course and work at my part time job in the local supermarket, but a few weeks ago my mom called and asked me to come home. Apparently her father, my grandfather, had to have emergency heart surgery and she needed to go help him and my grandmother for a few weeks until they got back on their feet. That seemed odd to me because my grandparents were always super healthy and active. When I saw them at Christmas he seemed so robust. Regardless, family was everything and she needed to be there for an undetermined period of time. She said she would feel so much better if I was able to come home this summer and help my dad take care of things. He worked long hours and would probably neglect himself, my dog, and the house. It was the right decision.

My dad would never allow me to come home early just to help him, so I didn’t tell him. I’d just walk in the door and say, “Surprise! The prodigal son has returned!” Or something like that, but that kind of grand entrance wasn’t likely to happen. I wouldn’t be home until close to midnight so he’d probably be fast asleep. I would have called to let him know after it was too late to protest, but we didn’t have cell phones back then. My arrival would indeed be a surprise, without the grand entrance.

We were a standard upper middle class family who lived in a nice house with a pool in suburbia. My dad worked to support us in every way possible and my mom ran a tight household. I studied, got good grades, played team sports year round, and was a boy scout. We each had our roles and responsibilities and there just wasn’t any question about what to do or when. If there was, my mom was there to correct the situation. She knew what to do and had no qualms about making sure it was done.

Both my parents were first generation Italian. They both came to this country without their families in their early twenties. They actually met and fell in love during the whole immigration process. They shared old world values, and I think that was both a blessing and a curse for them. In some ways, I think they would have lived more fulfilled lives if they extended beyond the constraints of their religious upbringing. Dad made some decent money in construction by the time I was born, and he was able to help bring my mom’s parents over to this country. His parents had no interest, which was fine because that meant we got to spend some summers in Italy visiting them.

For some undisclosed reason they waited until their mid thirties to have me. If I had to guess, I would say my mom was the one who had some difficulty with pregnancy. See, my dad was the embodiment of masculinity and virility. He was a towering 6’4″ and weighed 260 pounds easy. He wasn’t fat by any means, nor was he a cut body builder. He was just large, extra large, or even 2 or 3XL. His arms were thick and his hands dwarfed whatever they touched. His broad, hirsute, chest, back and thighs signified his strength and showed that he was no stranger to hard work.

He was a stone mason which meant that his moved heavy things like rocks, concrete, buckets of water, all day long. It also meant that he came home from work filthy. His work pants and tight wife beater t-shirt were always covered in dirt and sweat. My mom would never allow those clothes in our house. She had a laundry basket just for him that she kept in our mudroom. He was to come into house through the mudroom door and take off his work clothes before coming into her tidy house. As a result, it was not uncommon for me, or really anyone that happened to be in the house, neighbors, aunts, uncles, friends, to see my massive father parade around in his tighty-whities. He didn’t care. A man his size exudes confidence with every step.

My mom was only about 5’4″ and weighed about 120. Not thin, but very shapely with ample breasts. She always wore dark, tight fitting clothes and often had her thick dark hair slicked back in a pony tail. I suspect that she was the object of many bored men’s fantasies during Sunday mass. While they were close and clearly loved each other, I don’t think they had sex very often. Given their size difference I could imagine it was challenging for my mom, or really most women, to receive my dad. True to the rest of his features, my dad was enormous.

My parents rarely argued. If they did it was over something silly and my mom would lay down the law and that would be the end of it. There was never any drunken rages or any other horror stories that I would hear from my friends about their parents. The only time they every had words was behind their closed bedroom door. I could never make out actual words, but I could hear the tones of their voices fındıkzade escort which indicated to me something was wrong. My dad’s tone was either pleading or frustrated, and my mom’s tone was either resistant or apologetic. So the take home message was, my dad had needs that my mom couldn’t satisfy and that was the only source of tension between them. Ever the family man, would never step out. He would just do his best with what he had. I guess that was good enough.

When I finally reached home it was close to midnight. I took my time on the drive. I didn’t even have the radio on. I enjoyed the time to think while I was alone.

I was nearly 20 years old, in peak physical condition, decent looking, yet, I had only gotten laid once in my life and that didn’t go well. Truth be told, I was questioning my sexuality. I focused all my energy into school, fitness, and wrestling. And wrestling was providing more of what I needed than just the sport. On the mat I was a solid athlete. I could take down some of the biggest opponents. THEY feared ME. Turns out though, wrestling was filling more of a gap in my life than I expected. I LIKED being physical with these men. Sometimes it was really difficult to hold back an erection, so I contained things by wearing a jock AND compression shorts under my singlet. Later, when I was alone, I would rub one out thinking about taking full advantage of my opponent.

Did that make me gay? I don’t know Anyway, on the drive home I incredibly horny. Wrestling ended a few weeks ago before finals, and for the last week I had just been studying and finishing papers, preparing for the end of the semester. I finished strong and my parents would be pleased. But had a 5 day load built up and my cock was hard for most of the 5 hour drive. I often tried to put myself in situations where an opportunity to take part in or at least observe would spontaneously arise. I remember stopping at every rest stop on the way home. I saw some guy getting a hand job from another guy in the parking lot. Back then I never would have done anything. I was occasionally exposing my cock and playing with it while driving, hoping some trucker would see me and insist on having his way with me. I edged myself twice. I was going to rub one out as soon as I got in bed.

I parked my car in the driveway and went through the front door. The garage door was loud and would irritate dad, especially when the house was quiet. It was better to gradually make my presence known. I opened the front door with my key and entered the house. I heard the TV on in the den. I put down my bag on the couch and locked the front door. I entered the den and there was my old man, fast asleep in the recliner. He was wearing his standard after work uniform; a pair of white Jockey Y-front briefs and a wife beater. It was warm and he would never turn the air on this early in the season, especially if he was the only one home. I also noticed that he was surrounded by empty beer cans and a pizza box. Yeah, he needed me.

I called him twice but he didn’t budge. He was snoring hard so I knew he was alive. I approached him to wake him up. As I got closer i could see that he had an enormous hard on that extended straight across his briefs, parallel to his waist band. Not gonna lie, not the first time I had seen that kind of thing, but damn. I stood next to the recliner and just took it all in for a few seconds. His wife beater was straining across his powerful chest, and tufts of black and gray hair stuck out of everywhere. The whiteness of his underwear was a brilliant contrast against his dark, hairy skin. I reached out and shook his shoulder, and said, “Dad…Dad.” It took three times but he finally stirred. I could smell the stench of beer emanating from him. It got better when he stopped snoring. He started to wake slowly and instinctively reached down and checked himself as men do. It’s like we have to verify that our genitalia is still in tact. He briefly and gently gripped the length of his massive hard one. When he did that I noticed a small wet spot form around his cock head, like he squeezed out some pee or something…or…something. “Surprise!” I said, and his face lit up. He was glad to see me.

We exchanged pleasantries and greetings. He was slurring his words a bit. I think I also smelled scotch. I told him I was heading to bed and he said, “Me too!” He collapsed the recliner and clicked off the TV. I think he stood up too fast because after a few steps he cried out in pain. “Ahh, cramp! Cramp!” he called out and grabbed his calf. He flopped back in the recliner and I went to help him. He put his big foot in the air and propped it against my chest and rubbed the cramp out of his calf muscle. It felt hard as rock first but then I felt it relax. His other leg was completely relaxed and hanging out to the side. I was looking straight down at his crotch and noticed that hard on retreating. His cock was now half the size it was before. “Ahh that’s better. Ugh. Thank the lord you were bayrampaşa escort here.”

“Glad to be home Dad, Let’s get you to bed.” I hoisted one of his big arms around my shoulder. It was like a slab of beef. “Let me help you.” I walked with him through the house to his bedroom. He flopped down on his bed. He rolled onto his back, put his head on the pillow and then pulled his briefs off. He threw them across the room. “I can’t sleep in those things. Too hot!” And with that he grabbed his balls and shook the whole package. Again, nothing I hadn’t seen before.

“You know, it wouldn’t be so hot if you put the air on.”

“Okay smart ass, you want to pay for it?” Which was is standard response to any comment that would have cost him money. I went across the hall to my room and undressed to my new skimpy bikini briefs. I wasn’t hung like my dad, but I was alright at about 7 inches. I was cut though, even though dad wasn’t. I walked across the hall to the bathroom to go pee and brush my teeth. I closed the door so I wouldn’t disturb my dad. After about 10 minutes I finished up. I opened the door and to my surprise there was my dad standing just outside the door in just his wife beater t shirt. He said, “I gotta use the john.”

“All yours,” and I walked passed him. He looked at my briefs and said, “What’s with the girl panties?” and with his big paw he grabbed the back of my briefs and pulled them down some, but also pulled me back toward him. I lost my balance and put my hand behind me as I fell backwards. I didn’t go down, but I had a pretty good stumble. Good enough that I reached back and my hand smacked into his junk, just enough to make his left ball crash into his right ball. While I stood up, he bent over. The ball rupture took his breath away. I turned toward him to apologize and in and instant he brought his right hand up too fast and brought his hand into my nuts. Now my breath was taken. He said “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hit you…there.”

“Me either.” I headed off to bed holding my balls, and he went in the bathroom, holding his balls. I heard him start to pee as I laid on my bed. Somehow I lost the urge to pleasure myself and fell asleep. I woke the next morning to sounds in the kitchen around 5 a.m. He was getting ready for work. I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen making coffee, wearing only his wife beater. His shaft was full and looked heavy, but not hard. I don’t think he was expecting me up this early. “Going to work?” I asked. Surprisingly he said he was off today because he was in between jobs. “Can you make enough for me please?”

“Sure thing! College man, drinking coffee. Look at you.”

“Yeah, those 7 am labs are rough.”

“Especially when you’re out late drinking or doing who knows what, right?”

“Yeah, WHO knows what…EXactly.” I repeated with sarcasm. He was referring to drinking or sex. It wasn’t true but in my mind, he was referring to me sucking cock late into the night while I was away at college. That is not at all what he meant, but that is what popped into my head as a result of his very benign comment. That kind of thing was happening a lot lately. “Okay, heading back to bed for now.” With that, I went back to my room and flopped on my bed. Wearing only my girly briefs, which were essentially Jockey Elance men’s briefs. The same kind that Jim Palmer wore in the Jockey advertisements. I laid on my bed, on top of my covers because even though it was so early in the morning, the house was warm. My open windows weren’t cutting it. Nothing I hadn’t experienced before.

I drifted off to sleep for what seemed like two minutes, but in actuality it was more like two hours. I woke to my dad standing over me with a cup of coffee for me. That was so nice of him I felt compelled to wake up even though it was only 7 a.m. He was standing there in his wife beater and a the pair of white briefs, probably the ones he took off the night before. As I was waking I reached down and checked myself as he did the night before. My genitalia was still in tact. I was not surprised to find my own raging hard on that was challenging the thin material of my Jockeys. I sat up and took the cup from him. With my first sip I thought, how long was he standing there before I was awake. Was he admiring my hard on the way I was admiring his last night? The thought alone excited me. “Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to clean the coffee pot. It’s time. The day is wasting away!”

“Relax Dad. It’s 7 a.m.”

“Like I said, wasting away.” And with that he padded out of my room. For a man who was built like a cartoon Brutus, he sure was light on his size 14 feet. I sat up in bed with my back up against my headboard with my legs crossed at my feet. I sipped my coffee and regarded my own body. I was no slouch. As a college wrestler heavyweight division, I was big, muscular, and fit. My feet were big and veiny, yet perfectly shaped. Calves were big but tight. My thighs were large and well defined. The pouch of my briefs were arnavutköy escort strained with the heaviness of my balls and the thickness of my shaft was well-defined through the thin cotton material and I was only semi hard now. Still qualified as morning wood. The sheer size of my manhood pulled the front of my briefs lower. The band was just above my pubes and up from my skin about a quarter inch. My abs were flat, but I really had to flex hard to see my 6 pack. The muscles were covered in a layer of fat from beers and fried food. Still I could I could make them pop if I wanted to. I’ll trim down by the end of the summer. My broad pecs sat on top of my abs. At the center of each pec was a dark quarter size nipple with the equivalent of a pencil eraser in the middle of each. My shoulders were even broader, and along with arms were the most well-defined muscle group on my whole body from my perspective. With each sip of my coffee I could see a variety of muscles move and change shape. My olive skin was usually covered in thick black hair, but I had shaved for the wrestling season. It was coming back now. In a week all of the dark and curly hair would be back in their full glory. At 5′ 10″, 195 lbs. of muscle, I was impressive, yet I was still dwarfed by the man in the kitchen.

I put down my cup and stood. I stretched hard a few times. I could hear some joints cracking. I contemplated closing my door and emptying my full balls, but I decided against it. Instead I picked up my cup, guzzled the last mouthful and headed to the kitchen for a refill. I walked over to the coffee maker, and pot was empty and cleaned, just like he said he was going to do. He busted in through the garage door which entered into the laundry room, which then entered the kitchen. He was holding a his tool bucket in one hand and in the other arm was wrapped around a white box. He set both down on the floor. “What’s all this?” I asked.

“Time for a new disposal. This thing leaks and its loud. As you can imagine, your mother was unhappy with it, to say the least.” The big man stood in front of me, preparing for his chore for the morning. He squatted down in front of the kitchen sink cabinet and began to empty is contents.

“You’re going to do that in your underwear?” He wore size 32-34 because he liked them tight for extra support. From behind you could see the thin cotton material stretched across only a small part of his very large glutes. He did a lot of squatting and lifting all day at work, and as a result of a few decades of doing that every day, his glutes began at the small of his back and continued down to the middle of his powerful thighs. The bands of muscle were prominently displayed. He had much more definition in that part of his body than anywhere else. The pouch of these briefs strained to carry his ample ball sac. It always looked like he dropped two eggs in briefs, but it was just his meaty testicles.

Thankfully the folks at Jockey could see the benefit of doubling up the material in that region. Still, he was so big and the briefs were so small that there was a gap between the briefs and his thigh. You could always catch a glimpse of the side of his scrotum and tufts of thick, dark pubic hair. His penis was a thick slab of meat that extended at least three inches past the doubled up cotton material. Even though he was uncut, the ridge of his cockhead was obvious. He was the very definition of well endowed, and those sweaty cotton briefs hugged him tightly all over and clearly accentuated all that he was carrying. He was a sight to be seen. I saw one my mom’s brothers completely lost in thought while deeply staring at his bulges. I’m sure he, like me, spilled considerable seed over this sight to be seen.

“Son, I have changed so many disposals in my life, I can do this with my eyes closed. Plus, its my day off and my work clothes are dirty” With his two big hands he reached into the cabinet and gripped the disposal. With one quick twist he released it from the drain. The muscles in his neck and shoulders bulged and became sinewy. He pulled it out and set it down on the floor. “See that, Easy peasy.” The man didn’t even get out of his catcher’s squat. His thighs were massive, and his glutes were so big and strong. I could see each round and bulbous ass cheek separated by the clearly defined dark shadow of his ass crack.

“Wow. Impressive. That WAS easy…for YOU!” How about I go get your laundry done. I have some of my own to do, too.” I don’t really know why or understand it, but this whole scene was turning me on. Maybe it was the 5 day load in my balls.

“That would be very much appreciated. I’ve been letting a few things slide since your mother moved to Florida.” That phrasing gave me pause. Hmm. Moved? I didn’t mention it.

“I gotcha dad. You take care of that and I will do the laundry. I’m also out of clothes.” I picked up my bags from the front door and brought them to the laundry room. I emptied the contents on the floor of the room and went to the mudroom to get his work clothes. He had two pair of jeans that were covered in dust and mud. I stood outside our door in my briefs and beat them against the ground a few times to get them ready for the machine. Then I grabbed his shirts and socks from the basket and brought them to the laundry room. I dropped them on top of the pile. I went back to the kitchen to get to the hallway to the bedrooms.

My heart sunk when I learned that Brett had to attend a school retreat the very next day and he would be there from Monday, through Friday. This meant that I was going to be home with just my Mom and Stepdad. I was convinced that the days were destined to be boring and mundane until Brett returned. Monday, Day 1, was just as I thought, school all day, homework most of the night with an occasional break for some social media and a couple video games. Tuesday, Day 2, was a repeat of Monday. By Wednesday, Day 3, I was now not only bored out of my mind, but extremely horny, constantly thinking about Brett’s massive cock and cum… craving it so much!! I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I knew there was nothing I could do. On Thursday, Day 4, I got up at 6 AM, as I normally did to get ready for school. I got a shower, got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

My Stepdad happened to be in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was standing there in a gray t-shirt, navy blue and white striped boxer shorts and a pair of beige Birkenstocks. He was yawning, apparently just getting up, with an intense case of bed head (lol). I never really noticed how handsome he was. I guess due to my Mom divorcing my real Dad and remarrying, I had alot of resentment for my Stepdad, even though he was always nice to me and we had a decent relationship. He is 6’3 – inches tall, with a tight, toned body and flat stomach, which was pretty uncommon for a guy his age. He had wavy, blondish-brown hair, blue eyes, a somewhat chiseled jaw and nice white teeth.

Noticing me, he said, “Hey Beau, good morning”, as he let out another yawn.

I responded by saying, “Hey Dad, mornin.”

He said, “It looks like your Mother took your Grandmother to the dentist this morning, she left about a half hour ago.”

As he said this, I looked down and noticed a huge bulge in his boxer shorts and when I looked alittle further down, I noticed the broad head of his cock peeking out of one of the leg openings. I immediately thought, “How fuckin big is his cock that the head can be coming out the leg opening?!!”

At that moment I heard my Stepdad say, “Beau, did you hear me?”

I said, “Sorry Dad, what did you say?”

He said, “Do you need any money for school, to get lunch or anything?”

I said, “No, I’m okay, but thanks.”

My Stepdad, with his cup of coffee in his hand said, “Okay then, I’m going to get showered for work. Have a good day at school today” as he smiled at me.

I responded by saying, “Thanks, have a good day at work Dad.”

He left the kitchen and proceeded to walk topkapı escort back upstairs. I wanted to see his cock so badly, I wanted it in my mouth, like Brett’s… I wanted to taste his cum and compare it to his son’s. I started to break out in a cold sweat, feeling panicked, like I needed to do something quick to try and make this happen, thinking, this may be my only chance…

I opened the kitchen cabinet above the refrigerator, where we keep the first aid kit and other medical supplies, remembering that there was a specimen container in there. I rummaged through the cabinet and found the container and quickly ran upstairs hoping my Stepdad wasn’t already in the shower. When I walked into my Mom and Stepdad’s bedroom, my Stepdad had removed his t-shirt (his toned hairless chest looking amazing) and was about to walk into the master bathroom. I said, “Dad, can I talk to for a second?”

He said, “Sure Beau, what is it?”

I thought, here goes nothin… I said, “Dad, we are doing an assignment in my science class and I was wondering if you could help me out?”

He said, smirking “Well, I was never great in science, but I could try. What is it?”

I said, “Well, this going to sound weird, but we are analyzing human specimens. So each student had to choose to analyze either their urine, semen or stool and provide a sample. I chose to analyze my semen, as it seemed to me to be the lesser of the three evils (as I laughed). So now my teacher said that for extra credit, if we were able to find a donor to provide a different sample, as a comparison, it would count considerably to your overall grade. I’m not doing that well in science and I thought the extra credit would really help to boost my grade in that class.”

My Stepdad, alittle shocked by hearing this, chuckled and said, “I’ll tell you, these schools are becoming more and more progressive these days. So your asking me to provide a semen sample?”

I said, “Yeah Dad, if you wouldn’t mind.”

He looked at me slightly red-faced, paused a bit and then said, “Sure, just leave the specimen container and I’ll take care of it when I return from work tonight.”

I said, “Dad, I kind of need it now, before I leave for school.”

He said, “Seriously?”

I said, “Yeah, sorrry. I was going to ask Brett to help me out with this, but he’s not here.”

He laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll bring it to your room in a few minutes.”

I said, “Dad, when I did this, it was so hard for me to try and jerk off and get my semen into the container at the same time. It took me like three times esenler escort to get a full sample. We don’t have time for that right now.”

He said, “So you want to be here when I do this??”

I said, “Yeah, I’ll hold the specimen container while you jerk off into it.”

He looked at me kind of hesitating, red-faced again.

I said, “Dad, we’re both guys. Guys jack-off, its no big deal.”

He thought about it a second and then said, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

My heart started racing, I couldn’t believe I convinced my Stepdad to do this. As he dropped his boxer shorts and stepped out of them, I saw his HUGE flaccid cock, it had to be 10 inches and unbelievably thick with a huge vein running down the middle of it. I immediately knelt down in front of it, stating, “It’s better if I’m down here.” This surprised him alittle, but at the same time I noticed it made his cock jerk and begin to grow rapidly. He closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to use his Stepson as his sexual stimuli. He grabbed his massive cock with his right hand and started stroking it… still with his eyes closed, obviously imagining something highly sexual now, his cock growing bigger and bigger and BIGGER!! I was in awe, my mouth watering at this point. Knowing he had his eyes closed, I took the risk and moved my head as close to his massive balls, getting a whiff of their musky scent… they smelled AMAZING! I so wanted to grab his cock out of his hand and suck/drain that MONSTERCOCK, tasting his cum and comparing it to his son’s, but I knew I couldn’t. I just watched in amazement, my handsome, BIG DICKED Stepdad, jacking off. He was stroking his cock faster and faster now, his breathing becoming more and more rapid…

He said, “Beau, I’m really close.”

I said, “Okay Dad, I’m ready for it.”

As he kept pulling on his MASSIVE MEAT, I put my face as close to his cock as possible and felt sprays of pre-cum and cum hitting my face with a drops of both landing on my lips, I quickly licked them, savoring the initial taste… anticipating what was next.

About thirty seconds later, he made a loud, deep moan, I saw his balls tense up, and knowing what to expect, I brought the specimen container up to the massive head of his cock… it ERUPTED, shooting rope after rope after rope of SUPER THICK, WHITE-CREAMY CUM… it seemed like it would never stop, quickly filling the specimen container. He opened his eyes and there I was still on my knees with the specimen container in hand, now filled with his cum.

I said, “Great job Dad!… and see, I was able to capture aksaray escort it all, first time around.”

He smiled sheepishly and said, awkwardly, “Thanks.”

As he started to walk away, I said, “Hold on Dad” and I reached out and grabbed his still semi-hard massive cock with my fingers, raised the specimen container up to his cock again and squeezed from the base of his cock, all the way up his 10-inch shaft to the very tip, draining the huge wad of cum that still remained within it. I said, “I figured there was more in there. We need as big a sample as we can get.” I think he was shocked that I touched his cock and drained it the way that I did, but he needed to get a shower and get to work as he was running late now, so he said, “Are we good now Beau?”

I said, making it sound like all business, “Yeah Dad, we’re good. Hopefully this will get me an “A” (chuckling). I know you have to get ready for work and I need to get to school, so thanks again and I’ll see you when you get home tonight.” Noticing a beautiful, thick bead of white cum had formed at the tip of his cock and began to leak in a single stream from his cock as he began to turn around to head into the bathroom. I so wanted to lick that bead off with my tongue – it gave me the chills just thinking about it.

I ran downstairs with the specimen container in hand, it felt warm to the touch, the heat radiating from the cum. I went into the first floor bathroom, locked the door and uncapped the specimen container. I put the container upto my nose and smelled that fresh cum, it smelled stronger than Brett’s for sure. I looked inside the container and thought, “Wow! Look at all that SUPER THICK, WHITE, CREAMY CUM, fuck!” I raised the specimen container to my lips, tilted my head back and let that hot, super thick, creamy white cum flow into my mouth and coat my throat. There was so much cum, that some of it came out the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin. I looked myself in the mirror, with a mouth full of cum and cum running down my chin – I LOOKED LIKE A FUCKIN PIG, A CUM-SLUT, I loved it.

The taste of the cum now registering… it was earthy, intense… more like a man’s cum and not a 20 year old boy’s. It tasted delicious. I swished it around in my mouth, rolling it around my tongue… it felt so thick. I pushed the cum to the front of my mouth so I could see it in the mirror. It looked so shiny and creamy white, so fuckin thick. I let it slide back in my mouth and then kept rolling it around, opening and closing my mouth, until bubbles began forming, popping them individually with my finger – it was fascinating and so fuckin HOT, my cock ached. I decided that now was the time to swallow it and get to school, so in one big gulp, I swallowed that MASSIVE LOAD. I could feel it roll down my esophagus and into my gut. I licked my lips and thought, “I’ll take that for breakfast any day of the week.”… I grabbed my bookbag ran out of the house and headed off to school.

Notes: This is a gay male story. There is sex but also a fair amount of story. All characters engaging in sexual activity are above the age of 18.

*

He was watching me again from across the courtyard.

I nuzzled my boyfriend’s neck. When I peeked over, Alexander was still watching. His face was harder. His sharp jaw clenched and handsome cheek muscles… wait, wait, wait. I mean his completely average, normal face. I internally rolled my eyes. I got closer to Noah as a message to Alexander that I’m taken. Definitely not because I was enjoying his weird reaction.

Noah squeezed my thigh under the table. “Dylan, you’re super cute, but you know how I feel about PDA.”

I actually rolled my eyes this time and pulled away. I loved Noah. I really did. But ugh. Not only did he not like PDA (public displays of affection), he also wasn’t a fan of the other PDA (private displays of affection), as in sex. Because of his faith, he didn’t believe in penetrative sex until marriage. And he wasn’t all that aggressive with the other types of sex we had either.

I sighed. But we got along great otherwise, and I couldn’t complain about him in any other way. He was the classic golden boy at my private all boys high school for the 1% of the 1% of the wealthy, and I was an overachieving pretty boy. It would be weird if we hadn’t ended up together. Besides denying me sex, he was a great boyfriend… Maybe the passion I saw in movies and read in books was just as fictional as the sources…

Meanwhile, Alexander the fourth (yes, you read that right, that pretentious man) had transferred to our school at the end of freshman year.

The first interaction I had with him was a few days after his arrival when I was walking down the hallway and saw a junior shove him against a locker. Alexander seemed bewildered, and I don’t like bullies. The junior started belittling him, so I stepped between them with my smaller frame and told the larger junior to cut it out and pick on someone his own size. Though, when I looked between them, Alexander even then was pretty large, almost bigger than the junior.

Alexander started laughing. He asked the junior his name, who replied with his full name as if it should hold weight. Life lesson: If you have to say ‘Do you know who my father is?’ then your father isn’t important enough. Alexander typed something on his phone, chuckled again, and walked away.

The next day, the same junior was literally on his knees in front of Alexander begging him for mercy. He used that junior as his errand boy for the rest of the year.

When I asked Alexander what happened, he replied, “Who knows. Maybe my dad tanked his family’s company’s stocks, or if his family doesn’t have their own business, he threatened to have his parents fired. I don’t care enough to actually find out.”

“That’s…” I didn’t know what to say.

He touched the ends of my hair and brushed the shell of my ear, causing me to shiver. He said, “Thanks, by the way, for trying to stand up for me. No one’s done that before. You’re a cutie. You have a boyfriend?”

I blushed. “Yeah, Noah and I have been dating for a few months now.”

“Shame,” he tucked his hands in his pockets and walked away.

He was mostly a loner, but all the guys welcomed him whenever he wanted, out of respect or fear. He was invited to all the parties. He played sports and attended some clubs when he felt like it. Honestly, he was kind of a jerk to most people with his relaxed but intense no cares given attitude.

He’s been watching me from afar ever since.

……

Now, as 18 year old seniors, Noah and I hung out most most of the summer before senior year without parental supervision. We were having a movie night when things got hot and heavy.

His body pressed mine into the couch. His bulge rubbed against mine. I whimpered, wanting more, but he pulled back, putting distance between us.

I hated when he got me all worked up and stopped like that! He always said he had to pull back ‘before he lost control.’

“Uuughh!! Why won’t you just fuck me, Noah? You can’t even get me pregnant!”

Noah laughed. I’m frustrated, and he laughed! “First, language. And where is this coming from?” He has the audacity to ask me that?

“Seriously? Do you not even want me?”

“Of course, I do. You know it’s difficult for me to hold back.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” I muttered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You never want to hold my hand or do anything in public, and even in private, it seems like… I’m the one always wanting more. Like, I know you’re into it, but it’s like you’re not into it as much as I am…” Could I sound any lamer? Did I sound like some sex nympho? A virgin nympho?

He got closer and put his hands on my shoulders, like he was calming an irrational person. “Honey, you know I’m really dedicated to my faith. It has nothing to do with you.”

Ugh, I also kind of hated when he called me honey. It was so impersonal, and I didn’t feel like it fit me at all, but it was his only form of endearment, mecidiyeköy escort so I never said anything. “But I…” I looked away.

“What is it?”

“I shouldn’t have to beg my boyfriend for physical affection! I respect your beliefs. I really really do… But what about what I want? The fact of the matter is that it’s not just the sex. It’s the rest, too. I shouldn’t constantly be waiting for you to hand out crumbs of attention.”

“That’s unfair. You know I love you.”

“I know…” I bit my lip and looked at his puppy dog face. His cute puppy dog face always got me. But I wasn’t going to let it anymore. “But I want more. I think…” I took a deep breath. “I think we should break up.”

He physically pulled back. “Seriously? You’re going to throw away a 3 year relationship because of sex?”

“It’s not only that. Haven’t you been listening to me? Do you not get that I want…” I didn’t know how to say it… to be pampered, spoiled, indulged, passionately wanted. “Just more.”

“Fine,” he said in a snippy voice and walked away. That was quite frankly the highest degree of emotion I’d seen from him.

Did I just make a mistake breaking up with an essentially perfect boyfriend? And for what? Possibly imaginary ‘passion?’ I sure hoped not.

……

That weekend, I went to a beach party hosted by Ashley, one of my friends from school. He met me at the door with a hug.

“Salut, Dylan! You’re looking tres hot tonight!”

“Merci, you too!”

“Come on, bonfire’s started on the beach. Drinks are across from my cousin’s band whose playing.”

“Cool.”

The usual was there, so basically everyone who was anybody.

My family was well off, but within the elite, we were small fish. I learned this early on, and I think that’s part of the reason I worked so hard to have straight As, play varsity sports, be yearbook editor, lead student council, and president the philanthropy clubs. Even when lacking familial power, accomplished, successful people are harder to ignore. But I had to be at peak performance at all times. Sometimes, it was fun winning the stupid, little games people came up with, and sometimes it was exhausting.

“How was everyone’s summer?”

“My family went to Hawaii, again. I’m so sick of it!”

“I did a tour of East Asia. All the noteworthy places only though- Singapore, Hong Kong, Tokyo.”

“I’m so jealous!”

“Did you guys hear about the new transfer student starting senior year with us? So weird to have someone new at the end of high school.”

“Yeah, he’s nothing special. I met him when he came to tour campus last year. He reeks of new money.”

“Gross.”

The news that our school’s ‘power couple’ broke up spread fast, so I wasn’t surprised when the questions began being directed towards me.

“Why did you break up?”

“What’d you fight about?”

“Oh, look! There he is!”

I turned my head as Noah entered from the house’s back door, joining everyone on the beach. He smiled shyly at me and waved. I waved too then turned my back to him.

Miles was apparently one of my frenemies who either was showing his real face for the first time or I just never noticed. He did this stupid dis all the time. He’d compliment something, then immediately after the person said thanks, he’d follow up with a disparaging remark. (Example: “Your shoes are so cute!” “Thanks!” “For a child. Loser.”)

This evening, he had the audacity to try it on me. As if.

“Dylan, nice Dior bag,” he started with the smile of a snake.

It was actually one of my favorites, but I said, “Don’t you know this is all the way from 2 seasons ago? That’s why I brought it to the beach.”

He turned red, but followed up with, “Noah has the most handsome smile. Doesn’t he? Do you regret losing him, yet? Maybe I’ll have a go, since he’s on the market now. You wouldn’t mind would you?”

“Not at all, especially since I didn’t lose him. I threw him away, and you’re more than welcome to my sloppy seconds.”

I regretted saying I threw Noah away, because he didn’t deserve that at all. Cringe. I’m a horrible person. Ugh, I shouldn’t stoop so low.

While I was stewing in my mind the best way to backtrack, Miles stomped away upset as a few of the guys laughed at him.

Some while later, Noah approached me. Everyone was watching, discreetly and not so discreetly.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure.” We shifted just a few steps away from the bonfire for enough privacy to not be overheard. He handed me a new, cold pop, which I accepted. He then took the alcoholic drink out of my hand and tossed it aside. I rolled my eyes. He didn’t like me drinking alcohol, but he drank alcoholic beverages just fine.

“Miles said you called me trash. Do you hate me that much?”

“No, I’d never say that! He implied you broke up with me, uhm, but obviously I was the one to end it… so… I said… I threw you away… I didn’t mean it that way. I’m so sorry. I totally regretted saying it as soon as I taksim escort did, but-“

“But you didn’t correct yourself.”

“No, I didn’t. Sorry.” I truly felt horrible.

“Don’t start arguments with your friends.”

“I didn’t start it! He did. But I will always be the one to finish it!”

He gave me a disbelieving look.

Why did Noah never believe me? I could say some things better, but I’m always honest. Always. Sure, he was a nice guy who tried to broker peace, but it often simply felt like he wasn’t on my side. It felt like it didn’t matter to him who was right or wrong or what the situation was, just that everything should be calm, and nothing should rock the boat.

“Just talk it out with Miles.” Why was he so pushy about this?

“I’ll listen when he apologizes. And what’s with all this Miles this, Miles that? He literally told me today he was going to make a move for you. You should accept it. Then you’d both be out of my hair.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. Everyone knows we’re getting back together.”

“I beg your pardon? Why didn’t I know about this?”

“I get it. Let me spend a few days in the doghouse. I already miss you so much.”

I wasn’t some petulant boyfriend who broke up a relationship for drama or something. I genuinely meant it.

“We are not getting back together. Didn’t you understand anything I tried to tell you?” I was sick of him not actually listening and just deciding whatever he wanted in respect to me. It’s my life!

I walked over to where the live music was playing. I took the microphone.

“Hello seniors!! Who’s ready to live it up this year?!” Alcohol flowing, everyone cheered. “A formal announcement: Since Noah and I are officially broken up, I am now accepting applications for a senior year boyfriend!” People laughed and cheered and some just looked confused. I briefly met Alexander’s eyes while looking across the crowd. Even he was chuckling and raised a glass.

I returned the microphone to the singer and walked back to my group of friends, bypassing Noah and ignoring him all together for the rest of the night.

……

With just a few weeks of summer left, I decided this was going to be MY summer. I was going to enjoy the single life and live to the fullest.

My older siblings were closer in age and were able to support each other through each step of their lives, which sometimes I was a little jealous of. I was an accident. Being the youngest and having older parents than most for my age, I was frankly spoiled and didn’t have a lot of oversight. My parents checked in on me every few days or weeks to make sure I was alive and that was the extent of my supervision.

I was tired of people from my school asking about the break up, so I decided to make new friends. I joined a local running group and a new tennis club.

I also started making time for myself, being comfortable just being alone. I grabbed a pool bag and went to a *public* beach! Alone! That way I could rest, away from anyone who knew me.

I was a beautiful sunny day. I found a random spot on the sand and laid on my towel, covered in tanning oil.

I was so relaxed, I was almost asleep, when a thud sound and sand flying all over me caused me to sit up.

A volleyball had landed next to me. A girl waved and apologized, running from a volleyball net that had been set up.

I hit it back.

“Hey, nice toss!”

I noticed the group had an odd number of players.

“You want another player to even out the teams?”

“Why not!” She smiled.

I joined the team with fewer players, and everyone briefly introduced themselves. They were a group of seniors from the local public high school.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that I’m awesome at volleyball. I’m shorter than some, but I have a mean serve and play setter on my school’s varsity team.

One guy named Kade was especially good too. He was super tall and on the leaner side with bleached hair. The blond coloring looked unnatural, but he looked naturally hot. I set him up for the best spikes.

Between breaks, I think I stared too much at him.

He flexed and asked, “Like what you see?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to stare… I’ve never… When do you have to dye your hair back to a natural color by, since you can’t wear a hat at school to cover the blond?”

He laughed. “School? What are you talking about? You must come from a sheltered family. Or are you from up on the hill?”

“Uuuuh…”

“Dude! I’m just kidding. Those swanky guys never come down here. Keep setting me up, ‘kay? We’re crushing, thanks to you!”

When we won, Kade lifted me up on his shoulders! The group ran towards the water, and Kade threw me into the ocean! We swam around and played toss in the waves.

In the evening, the girl who first invited me to play also invited me to join them for dancing. She said everyone would go home to shower and dress, then would meet at the address she gave me.

I enthusiastically agreed! Noah disliked çapa escort dancing, clubs, and drinking. Not that I wanted to go out all the time, but I did want to go out every once in a while. Without him, now I was going to an 18+ club! Woohoo!

When I arrived home, I found Lucie, our housekeeper, in the kitchen.

“You look happy, dear. Do you need help with anything?” she greeted me.

I explained the situation and asked her to show me where she put the bag of old clothes I had set aside for donation. She also fed me some delicious chicken wraps she’d prepared. She’s the best. I rummaged through the bag. Ugh, apparently all I owned was designer clothes! I settled on my worst clothes, Armani jeans and a shirt that didn’t look too obvious I hoped.

I also texted Ashley the address of the club, so he’d be able to give it to the police, if I went missing tonight.

I arrived on the dot, realizing that most of the group trickled in after the meeting time as the club picked up pace. They passed around a clear water bottle filled with vodka for shots between our soda drinks.

Kade was totally making fuck me eyes at me all night. I flirted back for fun. I wasn’t going to sleep with him or anything, even though I’d come prepared(!), but a little bit of fun flirting wouldn’t hurt anyone. He bought me a non-alcoholic drink, which was, actually, I guess, the first time someone had ever gotten me a drink at a club. Exciting!

We played some of the arcade games then joined everyone on the dance floor as the night progressed. He wasn’t the best dancer, but I enjoyed his ‘accidental’ touches. As the crowd grew, we were pushed together. I turned in his arms and pushed my backside against him.

We were just getting started when Kade was abruptly pulled off me, and a familiar body wrapped around me. That was a silly thought. I wouldn’t know anyone in this part of the city. The new guy behind me’s cologne smelled reeeeally good.

I felt a muscular body and a huge cock against my ass. His hands teased my sides. I was suddenly extremely turned on. I was afraid to look behind me. What if he made me feel this good but wasn’t attractive?

“Slumming it with the commoners, I see. They don’t deserve to touch this body.” A very familiar voice said against my neck.

I jerked my head around to find… “Alexander?”

He kissed my cheek. I froze. He continued down my neck. Before my brain could make a decision on how I felt about this, my body melted against him.

He growled when he felt my body relax and moved us to the beat of the music. He was a very good dancer! I was enjoying myself.

As we continued to dance wrapped in each other, I became overheated. I pulled my shirt up for air, and Alexander’s hands attached to my naked torso instantly like a magnet. His body molded to mine from behind. I was burning up.

His body moved like liquid sex… Omg, Alexander would totally have sex with me! And who was he to judge? He was a fuckboy through and through. I’m pretty sure he’s never even dated anyone. But… he was Alexander. Could I do that to myself?

He mouthed my ear as he rambled sweet nothings. My hesitation was dissolving faster than sugar in water.

I turned to face him, my arms looping around his neck. His arms tightened around my waist, caressing any skin he could reach. Our noses brushed, and we shared our breaths.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said.

He tensed for a second before his lips brushed mine once, twice, then firmly pressed against me. He licked my lips and sucked my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from me. He used that to lick into my mouth.

Wow, I was so far gone. All I wanted was him. Now. Yesterday. I gyrated my hips against him. Grabbing below my perky ass, he lifted me against his body, so our erections aligned. Mhmm, he was so strong!

He pulled back. “Come on.” And dragged me across the dance floor.

I waved goodbye to my new friends on my way out of the club. A few of them gave some hoots and hollers as I left.

When we got in his car, he turned on the shaded divider between us and the chauffeur and played music with a deep bass on low, not dissimilar to the club music but more seductive.

He was all over me. It was intoxicating.

“What were you doing here tonight, Dylan?” He lifted my shirt and kissed my torso.

“Hmmm, just having fun.”

“I heard you’ve been having a lot of that lately.” He twirled his tongue in my belly button. I wiggled under him.

“So?”

“I ran into one of your friends from school. Ash something?” My shirt was gone.

“Ashley. You literally went to his house last week for the bonfire.”

“Yeah, whatever. He said you’ve been going around town a lot since breaking up with Noah. Looking for a rebound?” He kissed my pec.

I felt my face flush. I arched up, trying to get his mouth on my nipple. “Ahh, umm… Ashley talks too much… Wait, did you learn where I was tonight from him?”

“Yeah, Dylan. And I arrived just in time apparently.”

Before I could process what he said, his devious tongue flicked my nipple, finally. “Oh! Xander, more!”

He growled and latched on, sucking harshly. It felt delightful. I pulled his head against me further. He switched to the other side and bit down on that nipple, too, lapping it with his tongue at the same time. Electricity shot down my body, directly to my dick and hole.

When I think about that night, when I think about being used by that cop, about being raped by the side of the road, you know what I think about first? It’s usually not the taste of him when I first took that plumb shaped head into my mouth. And it’s usually not the feeling of being bent over the car with my hole exposed to him. It’s not even the feeling of his cock first splitting me open. Invading me. No, usually the first thing I think of is Sarah. Her eyes fluttering between open and closed. Her mouth agape. Her head thrown back. Sarah in the middle of what looked like the most explosive orgasm of her life.

How do you process that? How do you process being raped in front of your girlfriend? How it felt? That mixture of powerlessness and shame and…those other feelings. The arousal. The…need. It shocked me when I first felt my body betraying me. My cock stiffening while he fucked my mouth. The precum oozing out of me while he fingered my hole. The way I came for him while he fucked me. Right there on the car. Right in front of Sarah. How do you process the fact that when it ended, when he’d finally pumped his load into me and pulled himself out of my body, there was a part of me that didn’t want it to end? That felt empty without that huge cock inside of me.

And how do you process Sarah? Sarah who sat there while it happened, her breasts exposed to this deviant. Who’s eyes widened at the sight of his massive cock. Who started playing with her nipples while he raped my mouth. Who must have started to play with her clit while he had me prone over the hood of our car. Who fingered her pussy until she came while watching me get fucked by some stranger. While watching him pump rope after rope of cum into my asshole. Watching me coat the hood of our car with my orgasm.

What was she thinking? What was she feeling? I don’t know how to ask her. How to talk about it. All I know is that when I drove us home that night, she wouldn’t look at me and that I was sitting in a puddle of her juices. That that cop somehow made both of us cum. And that, deep down inside, there was a part of me that has just experienced the most erotic event of my life.

—————–

The hot water feels good on my aching muscles as it cascades down my body. I’m at the gym. I’ve been going a lot lately. Everyday after work I have a choice: go home and try to avoid talking to Sarah about what happened or…just come here. Come here and work out until I’m so exhausted that all I want to do is go upstairs and fell asleep. The results of my choice are starting to be written all over my body. I’ve always been fit, but now I’m developing that hard lean physique that always felt just a little out of reach.

I let my head hang down into the spray, enjoying the water and watching it flow down my body. Over my ever more prominent abs. Over my cock. I shaved everything off down there two days ago. My cock. My balls. My ass. I don’t really know why. Maybe it was to feel cleaner after what I’d been through. Maybe it was to make it look different than the cock that had exploded with cum while I got fucked like a common whore. Or maybe it was to feel…sexier somehow. I don’t know. I do know I jerked off as soon as I finished. I know I fingered my hole. I know it felt good.

I also know that I’ve been attracting a lot more attention here since I’ve shaved. A lot of stray glances in the showers. A lot more conversations in the locker room.

As I stand there rubbing my sore shoulders I hear a voice behind me. “Hey. How’s things?”

I turn to see Brian. He’s been chatting me up the last couple days. Investment guy. My hight, but a little beefier. As I watch he pulls his towel off and turns a shower on across the room. I can’t help but steal a look at his hairy chest and stomach. His thick looking cock.

“I saw you really working those traps out there,” he says. “Must be sore.”

“Yeah, man,” I reply. “They’re killing me.”

“You gotta loosen them up a bit,” he tells me. “Here, let me help.”

I freeze as he walks over to me. His hands grab my shoulders. He starts to massage them under the spray off hot water. I tense up for a moment, but decide to go with it. I place my hands up on the wall in front of me. I lean forward and let the water engulf my head. It feels good. The water. His touch. I close my eyes and let it happen.

I feel one of his hands move around me and come to a rest on my stomach. “This’ll help me get a little deeper,” he says quietly as he pulls me into his massaging hand. I let out a soft groan as he works deeper into the muscle. şişli escort That’s when I feel it. His soft penis rubbing slightly against my thigh. I stiffen up immediately.

“Relax,” he encourages me. I feel him again. He leans in and drags his cock against my buttocks. I feel myself begin to stiffen, my cock throbbing with my pulse. The water feels good against my member. I’m breathing heavier.

His cock is mashed against me now. It’s girth, definitely thicker now, is pressed against the crack of my ass. We’re carrying on the charade that this is still a massage, but I’m hard as a rock now. His hand starts to move back and forth against my stomach. Inching lower as it does. His fingers leaving my stomach…sliding over my freshly shaved pubis…

I gasp as his hand wraps around my 7″ cock. I feel a moment of panic and jerk against him. I pull my hands off the wall and start to try to peel his hands off me. “Stop. I…I have a girlfriend.” He holds me tight.

“Shhhh. It’s ok,” he whispers, his mouth right next to my ear. “It’s just us here. Let me make you feel good.”

His hand starts to slowly slide up and down my cock, jerking me off. I moan in his arms. I slowly return my hands to the wall in front of me. Behind me I can feel his cock. It feels fully erect now, throbbing against the crack of my ass while he jerks me off. He’s slowly sliding it up and down. I push against him. “That’s it,” he whispers to me. “You feel how hard I am for you?”

I don’t answer. He slides his other hand up and pinches my nipple hard. I gasp. “I asked if you feel me.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I feel you.”

“What do you feel.”

“I feel you. I feel your hands on me.”

“What are my hands doing?”

“They’re…they’re jerking me off. Jerking my cock.”

His hand slides down from my chest. It finds my cock..circling the base…pulling the skin tight while his other hand keeps working me. “Feels good, doesn’t it.”

I hesitate before admitting, “yes. It feels good. So good.”

“What else do you feel.”

“Your cock. I feel your cock against me.”

“You like it, don’t you.”

“Yes,” I hiss at him. He pushes me forward. Both of his hands move to my hips and he starts thrusting himself against my ass. Spreading me with his girth. I moan out loud as I feel him rubbing against my hole. Then he pulls back and pulls me apart, looking at my freshly shaven hole.

“Lovely,” he states before sinking down to his knees. I stand there, hands on the shower wall, knowing that he’s looking at me. Inspecting me. I can feel his breath on me. Then I feel his tongue as he leans in and drags it over my tight asshole. I moan out in ecstasy.

“Oh, god.”

He starts kissing and licking me. He’s making out with my asshole. I feel his tongue probing me. Pushing against me. Into me. My legs are shaking. My cock is jerking obscenely in front of me. My body is on fire.

Out of the corner of my eye I see movement. My eyes dart to the entrance to the showers. There’s a man there. Younger. Thin and black. I’ve seen him before at the gym. He’s standing there naked with his mouth open in shock.

In my mind I’m pushing Brian off me. I’m saying something lame about how it’s not what it looks like. But in reality…I’m not doing any of that. In reality I’m standing there with my cock jutting out in front of me. With my mouth hanging open in some silent scream. With Brian’s tongue shoved up into my ass. Tasting me. Tasting my core. With my hand on his head, pulling him into me. A deep moan escapes me. The man seems startled by the noise and, with his mouth still agape, suddenly backs out of the shower.

“Oh, god,” I moan out. “Someone saw us. Someone saw you eating my ass.” I finally come to my senses. I pull Brian away by his hair and push him away from me. I stand there against the shower wall, gasping for air. I feel lightheaded. Like I’m on the edge of a panic attack. “I can’t…I can’t be doing this,” I whisper. “I’ve got a girlfriend.”

There’s a long silence, then I hear Brian chuckling dismissively behind me. Slowly I turn and look down. He’s sitting back on his knees with his hands behind him propping him up. I look him in the eyes briefly. See the big smirk on his face. Then I avert my eyes. Looking down, my eyes lock on his cock. His fat, erect, uncircumcised cock bobbing in front of his thick bush. The dark head sticking just slightly out of his foreskin. A drop of precum hanging from it.

“You like,” he asks knowingly, flexing his cock so it jumps in front of him.

“No,” beyoğlu escort I lie.

“Seems like you do,” he responds. His words hang in the air, as he waits for me to say something. I don’t.

“Well,” he says as he stands up in front of me, “here the deal. I’m going to go somewhere a little more private. Start stroking my cock. If you aren’t interested put on your clothes, go home, and see your girlfriend.” He takes a step forward. “But if you are interested…meet me in the steam room.” I flinch slightly as he gets close to me and whispers in my ear, “and I’ll fuck you like I think we both know you want me to.”

He reaches forward, grabs my cock and squeezes it. My mouth opens in a silent moan, which is when he leans in and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeply and then pulls away, turns and walks off. I’m left there gasping, with the taste of my first male kiss in my mouth.

At first my mind is a blank. All I can think about is that kiss. His hand around my cock. His lips on mine. I try to shake it off. I tell myself I have to go home. Go home to Sarah and forget all about this. Go back to my life and forget about the fact that I just let a man put his tongue in my mouth. In my asshole.

I start to walk towards my locker, but then…I stop. I look down at my cock, still rock hard in front of me. My eyes slowly look down the hall towards the steam room. The locker room seems empty now. I think we scares that guy off. Maybe…

I feel my feet moving before I’ve even made up my mind. I come to the glass door. Inside Brian is sitting there. His hand sliding up and down his slick cock. A bottle of lube on the bench next to him. His eyes are closed. I could still leave. I could still go home.

I open the door. He smiles and without opening his eyes just says, “about time.”

I’ve decided. I move rapidly across the small room, sink to my knees and before I can change my mind I lower my head and suck his cock into my mouth. For all my feeble resistance before, now there is no hesitation. No second thoughts. I love the sound of him gasping as I suck him. Love the taste of his cock on my tongue. Love pulling his foreskin back and tonguing the spongy head. Love the way he grabs my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth. Love being used. There was a seduction to what happened in the shower. Not here. This is fucking. His thrusts are fast and hard. My sucking is desperate and wanton.

He pulls me up by my hair. I resist at first, refusing to pull my mouth off his throbbing cock, but soon he pulls me up on top of him. My legs are spread to either side of him. Our cocks are mashed together. Thrusting against each other. He kisses me and this time I fully return it. Our tongues are in each other’s mouths. There’s a desperation to it. A need.

His hands are on my ass. Holding me against him. His lubed up cock feels so good sliding up against mine. His hands are keeping me spread open. There’s something hot about feeling my recently tongue fucked hole so open and exposed. So available. He slides one hand towards it and slowly starts to work a finger inside of me. I moan into his mouth. I want to be fucked.

Without warning he pulls me off of him. “Turn around,” he orders. I do. I hear him squirting lube from his bottle. He’s working it onto his cock. Then I feel him push his lubed up fingers into my ass. I back into him. I want to be fucked how. I reach back and grab his fat, wet cock and hold it upright. He spreads me open as I sink down. When I feel his head I line it up with my hole and push down and out.

There’s a flash of pain as he breaks through my sphincter, but I don’t back off. I just slowly take him, inch by inch, all the way in. I don’t stop until I feel myself sitting fully on his lap, his cock twitching inside of me. I let out a long low moan as he bottoms out. For a brief moment I sit there with him fully inside me and think, “this is just heaven.” Then I feel him push me up until just his tip is in me…and then he slams me back down. I cry out, but if it’s in surprise, or pain, or ecstasy I cannot tell you. I love it.

I brace myself on his knees as he starts fucking me in earnest. My balls are slamming against his. My cock is waving in the air in front of me, drooling precum down all over us. His cock feels amazing. I lean back against him. His mouth moves to mine and we start making out while he fucks me. His hand grabs my cock and starts stroking me. It’s so good.

I honestly don’t know how long we stay like that. His cock etiler escort in my ass. His tongue in my mouth. His hands working my cock or my nipples. But it’s amazing. It’s amazing how good it feels. Our sweaty bodies stuck together. The smell of our sex. The sound of our fucking. I’m in such a daze that I feel like time has no meaning. That I’m barely aware of our surroundings. That is until I see the steam room door slowly creeping open.

For a brief moment, there’s a feeling of panic. A feeling that I should take this moment to launch myself off of Brian and pretend this isn’t what’s happening. But I don’t. As soon as I think that another thought crosses my mind. No. I’m not going to do that. I want to be seen. I want to be see riding his cock. Seen pushing my tongue into his mouth. Seen with my obvious arousal jutting out in front of me. Seen like Sarah saw me. Being fucked. Taking pleasure from another the man. Loving it.

The door opens enough for me to see it’s the younger man from before. He’s still here. He’s looking at us. Watching. His eyes look intense. Maybe scared. But not looking away. He slides through the door and lets it slowly shut behind him. I stop making out with Brian just long enough to give him a slight nod. A look of permission. He undoes the towel around his waist and lets it drop. He’s hard as a rock.

He starts jerking off while he watches me get fucked. It’s…incredibly hot. He’s watching me just like Sarah did. Watching me get used. Only this time there is no rape. This time I wanted it and I knew I wanted it.

I push myself forward on Brian so than I’m holding my weight up with my hands on his knees. I start fucking back on him hard behind me. I want this college boy to see me in charge. To see me fucking, not just getting fucked. I want him to see how much I like it.

“Oh, that’s it man,” I moan out. My eyes are locked on the college boy. “It feels so good. So fucking good, Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me!” My mouth is open. My eyes are rolled back. I want my pleasure to be on display. “Oh god, keep fucking me. I want to be a whore for you. I went to be your slut.”

Brian is starting to moan out from behind me. He’s getting close. My on-looker stumbles closer. His hand is moving fast on his long black cock. I love the way he’s looking at me. Watching me. I love the lust in his eyes. Just like Sarah.

I reach out a hand a place it on his hip, pulling him closer. I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, licking the precum off of it. The boy moans out and thrusts hard into me. He can’t take it. He’s going to cum.

I pull him hard into my mouth. I want as much of that black cock inside me as I can get. For a brief moment I’m caught between these two thrusting cocks. One in my mouth and one in my ass. Both thrusting into me. Taking pleasure from me. Then he explodes.

I start jerking off furiously as the young man fills my mouth with his cum. He’s gasping. Thrusting. His legs are shaking. His cock is pulsing. Shot after shot of cum goes into my mouth, down my throat and eventually starts spilling out of my mouth and down onto the floor.

It’s too much. I lean back into Brian and scream out in ecstasy as cum starts to rocket out of me. I wish I could see what the boy sees. My hard cock launching volley after volley of cum out onto the floor in front of me. His own cum pouring out of my open moaning mouth. All over my face. My chest. My free arm wrapped around Brian’s neck as he keeps fucking me. Brian’s cock in my asshole. Straining. His balls pulling up tight against his body. That first contraction…

My orgasm triggers Brian’s. Before the cum has stopped oozing from my straining red cock, I can feel his start to jerk inside of me. He grabs my hips tight and holds me down. It takes seconds before I feel a warmth spreading inside my bowels. He’s breeding me. Filling me either his seed. “Yes,” I hiss out as he pulses inside of me, although it is probably drowned out by his intense orgasmic groans.

Near the end of his orgasm, Brian gives me a few last sharp thrusts and then falls still. I feel like I’m on the edge of blacking out. There’s cum everywhere. My eyes focus on the college boy. Our voyeur. His eyes have a touch of fear in them. Of shame. He starts to back out of the room. His heavy black cock swaying with his steps. Then he is gone.

Brian eventually grabs onto me and pulls me off of him. His softening cock sliding out of my abused hole. I feel his seed dribbling out of me as he places me on the steam room bench and leaves without saying a word. I don’t know how long I lie there, but eventually I pick myself up and, on unsteady feet, walk back to the shower.

The hot water cascades down my body, washing the cum of three men off of me. Getting me clean enough to go home. To go home to Sarah. To go home and try to figure out what comes next.

Text message: “Coming to town. Want to have a drink?”

“Sure. How about the Four Seasons?”

“Great. See you at 8?”

“See you at 8.”

And with that, the butterflies started in her stomach. It was just a drink. Nothing to get excited about. But in the back of her mind, she hoped for more. She hoped that he would come alone, without his wife. She hoped that he was thinking the same thing that she was.

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She stepped carefully on marble floor outside the bar, not wanting to slip in the high heels that she wasn’t in the habit of wearing. A quick tug at her skirt to make sure that it was straight, a tuck of her hair behind her ear and a glance in the mirror beside the entrance to make sure her lipstick was still on.

She looked around the darkened bar, hoping she wasn’t there first. No. There he was. Her stomach dipped, as she walked towards him, grateful for the carpeting that kept her heels steady. He stood up and reached for her hand, as if to shake it but instead drew her in to him for a hug and respectable kiss on the cheek.

His cologne almost felled her as she lingered in the embrace, perhaps just a moment too long.

“It’s so good to see you” he said, and led her to the chair beside, not across from him.

“You too. You look… You look wonderful” her voice squeaked a little.

The prompt waiter came up and placed two champagne glasses on the table.

She looked at Derek quizically.

“I ordered your favourite.”

And at that, the waiter pulled a silver bucked from the table behind him that contained her favourite rose champagne.

Sarah looked up at Derek: “You remembered.” She wasn’t surprised, really. He was a man who remembered these things, who noted the details, who knew what it meant when she bit her bottom lip and went quiet. He knew her. Really knew her. Because he was a lot like her.

“Of course” Derek replied, regaining his seat, beside her.

“It was so long ago.”

“Yes. Some things you never forget.”

The waiter popped the cork, causing both of them to break their gaze and look up at him, as if surprised that he was still there. They waited until he poured and placed the bottle back in the bucket.

“You look wonderful” Sarah said again.

“You already said that.”

“I esenler escort know. Sorry.”

He smiled and then reached for the glasses and handed one to her.

“A toast?”

Sarah nodded.

“To….” he paused. “Us?”

“To us…” she repeated.

They clinked glasses and took a sip, all the while watching each other carefully.

“So how is Margaret?”

Derek looked at Sarah and sighed a little. He put his glass down.

“Do you really want to know?”

“No. Not really.”

“I didn’t think so. Why did you get in touch with me?”

Sarah took another sip, using some time to decide how to answer him.

“I wanted to make sure I didn’t cause any trouble.”

“With your blog post, you mean?”

She nodded.

“I don’t think she read it.”

Sarah was relieved, and a little irritated, at the same time. She had spent a lot of time worrying about writing what she had about her past, a past that included Derek and the awful way she had broken his heart, and her own. She worried that Margaret knew about their past and would be upset to read it and more to the point, would be upset with Derek about it, as if he had anything to do with the post being written.

“Did… was what you wrote true? You left me because your ex threatened us?”

“Yes. I didn’t know what exactly he was capable of but I knew he was capable of something.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Did he hit you? Ever?” Derek was getting a little aggitated.

“Once.”

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Sarah leaned forward then and grabbed his hand, grabbed at the opportunity of his vulnerability to make amends, something she had wanted to do for years.

“I swear to you Derek. I never would have hurt you that way, I never would have left if I didn’t in my heart and soul believe that he could have hurt you, or worse. I loved you.”

He opened his eyes and refocused on her face, seeing her earnestness but feeling the pain return.

“I wanted to marry you, you know.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Do you know how much I wanted to be with you?”

“As much as I wanted to be with you, I suppose.”

“If only…”

“Yes, if only…”

They dropped their hands and both leaned atakent escort forward to retrieve their champagne glasses, both breathing in the electricity around them, afraid to say more. Afraid to not say enough.

“Some things never change”, Derek almost whispered. “I still love you.”

He had said it. He had put his heart on the line, once again. With every risk that it would be crushed again.

“We don’t know each other anymore. It was so long ago.”

“Then why did you write about it?”

“Because I think about it, and you, every single day. Because it was never over. Because…”

Derek reached for her glass and put it on the table. He put his hand behind her head and drew her close. Their lips met, at first lightly feathering but as a minute passed, more fervently.

They pulled apart slightly and looked at one another.

“Let’s go”, he said.

They got up as though of one mind and walked out of the bar. Derek pulled a key card from his pocked, cocked an eyebrow at her and they went without talking further, hand in hand, to the elevator.

Sarah was trembling, not from fear but glorious anticipation. What should have happened years ago was finally going to happen and she didn’t care. She didn’t care about the consequences at that moment. She didn’t want to think about what would happen tomorrow. All she knew was that this had to happen then. Derek put his arm around her shoulder, bringing her in tight and calming her nerves a little. She felt safe in his arms. She knew he would never hurt her.

They entered the dark room and as the heavy hotel door slammed shut behind them, he pulled her to him, embracing her softly but ever so tantalizingly, drawing out her agony and desire. She dropped her handbag, her coat and freed her arms to encircle his neck, holding him tightly to her, feeling his desire. He pulled her towards the bed and they sat on the edge, still embracing, though now with all their desire spilling over to the edge of restraint. She pulled back to reach for his shirt buttons, slowly, agonizingly undoing each one and finally pushing it back off of his shoulders. She put his hands on his chest and felt his heart beating so fast, so hard. She let him pull the sweater she was beykent escort wearing over her head and ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned in to reach for the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts. He pulled it off of her and ran his fingers over her nipples, already stiff and begging to be sucked. He indulged them and dipped in to taste them, gently suckling her and driving her desire to new heights. He pushed her gently back so that she was lying on the bed, waiting for him, as it should have been, as he had imagined so many times in his mind’s eye. He undid her skirt and gently peeled it off, leaving only her silken underpants between them.

“Are you joining me?” Sarah asked, a wicked grin on her face.

Derek had already kicked off his shoes and was removing his trousers as she said this, needing no prompting and wanting only to have Sarhavre himself. He lay beside her and gently gathered her into his arms, pulling her up so that he could embrace her once again, exploring her mouth gently with his tongue and slowly, drawing hers in to his mouth, sucking it gently, all the while holding her tightly against him. Their kisses became more demanding, more wild and they both knew that they needed to finish what they had started so that they could start all over again. Sarah hooked her thumbs in to his underwear, sliding them down and as she did so, she kissed then end of his penis which had jumped up, as if it was seeking her embrace.

Derek groaned and rolled Sarah over on to her back, pulling down her underwear and returning to their embrace all the while holding her to him, steady and strong, kissing and sucking that little soft spot on the side of her neck that he knew drove her over the edge. He knew because they had gotten that far years ago. But they had been careful to go no further. Now there was nothing stopping them. He pulled back to look into Sarah’s face, to see his desire reflected in her eyes and then he gave himself up to her with full abandon. She reached down and guided him in to her and as he slid in to her warm well, they both gasped, realizing that they were a perfect fit for one another. He pulled back almost completely and watched her moan and arch her back in anticipation of their coming back together and as he plunged in to her again and again, and she met him stroke for stroke, they abandoned themselves to the pleasure. For the first time in her life, Sarah came with a violence that shook her to her core. Her spasming walls drove Derek to the edge and as he pumped a few final strokes, he knew that nothing would ever be the same for him again. She was his. And he was hers.

As he pulls into her driveway around midnight, Luke looks around and spots her peaking through the blinds. Cynthia notices him and drops the blinds and leans against the wall thinking what she’s gotten herself into. It was just some playful on line chat that made her want to meet him. Luke steps out of his car and walks towards the door at a leisurely pace. She walks to the door and takes a deep breath before opening it. As he reaches to knock she slowly opens the door. Her beauty takes him in at first glance. He reaches taking her hand in his. Raising it he kisses her hand gently and says “Hello”. Cynthia blushes and returns his greeting. She leads him into her house and closes the door behind them.

Luke turns to her at the sound of the door closing and approaches her. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her deeply. As she returns his kiss he can feel her body melt as she her tension subsides. As they kiss she begins to breathe harder and deeper. She presses her body into his feeling the bulge in his pants fueling her desire. She kisses him harder as she runs her fingers up into his hair pulling him into her. He reaches down grabbing her legs to pick her up. She wraps her legs around his waist as he moves her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed as they break their kiss. She reaches up and pulls his shirt off exposing his bare chest. He leans back in and gently bites the nape of Cynthia’s neck. She moans with delight at his touch. He reaches down and lifts her blouse exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples.

Luke slowly şirinevler escort kisses his way around her ample breasts as he holds them in his hands. He sucks one nipple deep in his mouth and flicks it with his tongue as he gently rolls the other with his free hand. She arches her back giving him access all of her breast as he alternates between her nipples. She grinds her hips into him as her excitement builds. He feels the moist heat of her wet sex passing through her pants into his. He reaches down and slides her pants off exposing her cum soaked panties. As he drops the clothing to the floor he lowers his face to her panties and begins to lick her cum off of them. Luke buries his face in her panties, licking her clit through the panties. She reaches down and grabs his hair and pulls him into her as she grinds his tongue into her pussy.

He moves her panties to the side and sees her shaven pussy in full bloom dripping with her cum. He licks her lips from bottom to top and back again sending electricity through her body. Luke thrusts his tongue in her waiting pussy as she grabs the bed and arches in ecstasy. She moans loudly as her excitement builds. He moves his tongue back to her clit as he slides a finger in her tight hole. Tightening her muscles around his finger as it enters her she grinds her pussy into his face once again. Grabbing his hair again she growls loudly as her body shudders as she explodes in his mouth and on his hand. Her body convulsing as her orgasm runs through her body like a train without topkapı escort brakes. He ravishes her sex as if he’d not eaten for days licking every drop of her.

Luke stands up to look upon Cynthia as she lay there twitching from aftershocks of her orgasm. He sits down nest to her and begins to run his hand over her body. She sits up and kisses him again tasting her cum on his lips. She pushes him down on the bed and unbuttons his pants exposing his throbbing bulge still trapped in his underwear. She pulls his underwear down as she lifts his cock out into view. Licking her lips she grabs him with her hand and begins to stroke him. She leans in and begins to bit and lick his nipples. She feels his cock grow thicker with her touch. As she lowers her mouth to his pulsing manhood she sees his precum about to drip onto his belly. She quickly licks it up tasting his saltiness as she takes his head into her mouth.

He gasps as she takes the full length of his cock to its base in one motion. The feeling of her tongue dancing on his head and shaft clear him mind of any other thoughts. Cynthia massages his balls as she continues to ride his cock with her mouth. His lust builds with every stroke. His mind is nearly blank as she sucks him deep and hard. He reaches down, as he can’t take any more and pulls her off his cock. He removes his pants completely and crawls onto the bed. She scurries back away from him as he approaches stopping at the headboard. Looking to each side she realizes she has nowhere to go. He moves çapa escort on top of her stopping to lick her nipples as he passes them. He leans in kissing her as the head of his cock presses against her pussy. She tries to slide down some so his cock will enter her.

Noticing her desire he grabs her legs and pushes them up to expose her wet sex to his cock. He slowly pushes his head inside her, watching as her lips part for his thickness. She grabs the headboard and gasps as he buries his shaft deep in her pussy. He takes her legs and puts them over his shoulders and holds them firmly. He begins to thrust his cock deep in her as she screams with the pleasure of his thickness. Lifting her legs up some he drives the head of his cock into her g-spot hard and fast. She braces her self against the headboard to keep from hitting it as he pounds her pussy. Her breasts move with each stroke of his cock. Her back arches off of the bed as she grips the headboard and sheets feeling her orgasm build. He relentlessly drives his shaft into her filling the room with the sounds of their skin slapping together and her moans of passion.

Her excitement builds to its peak and she roars as she explodes with orgasm stronger than the first. Her body lurches upward as her juices flow over his shaft and down his balls. The feeling and sounds of her cumming drive him over the edge as his orgasm explodes sending electric shocks through his body. She grinds her hips into him as his orgasm explodes pumping his hot cum deep in her pussy. She rides his cock enticing all of his milky cum out of his cock. Spent he takes her legs and puts them to one side turning her onto her side at the same time he lays down behind her with his spent cock still throbbing in her aching pussy. He wraps his arms around her holding her close as they catch their breath.

Sometimes he liked to get in the mood with a magazine or a book, maybe a video. The internet was good, too, because he could find words or pictures for more or less anything that worked for him. Best of all, though, was just to close his eyes and visualize. Sometimes remembering, sometimes imagining, maybe the two blurring into each other until he wasn’t sure whether it was something he did in the past or something he would like to do in the future. But once he was focussed, he could let the hand and mind co-ordination work their daily magic.

That was what he wanted now: the images in his head, the slow build-up, the growing urgency, the explosive release. Maybe today, if it was very special, he would let it rest a while and then try for a repeat. He stripped, settled into his favourite chair, stretched out his legs and relaxed. He’d already been to the drawer, chosen a few of his favourites and draped them over the arm of his chair.

He decided to start with the white ones. A kind of cotton/nylon material. He didn’t really know about fabrics. What he knew about these was the physical effect he could give himself with them. That and the recollection of how he came by them. She had told him she wasn’t a virgin – who was at twenty-one, these days? – but he found her to be unbelievably naive. She liked it when he used his mouth on her but when he asked her to reciprocate she was disappointing. He put it down to inexperience and suggested she should use her hands instead.

That was better – and better still when he retrieved her knickers from the floor of the car and showed her how to wrap them round his shaft. Once she had found the rhythm, slowly easing the soft material up from the base almost to the tip and back again, his erection was quickly firm and responsive. In the darkness of the car, he could still see the white garment being manipulated by her pale fingers, and that was good. He was pleased they were white. After a while, though, she seemed to grow impatient, tightened her grip, speeded up until he was nearly cumming. Not what he wanted. All the evidence suggested she was still at a very early stage of her sexual development. That would mean a nice tight cunt. Cumming in her knickers could wait.

A back seat fuck was never easy and their first efforts to find a satisfactory position were clumsy. Concerned about losing his hardness, he persuaded her on to her knees so he could mount her from behind. That worked. He gave himself a few quick strokes with his right hand, tested her for wetness. Pleased with what he found, he guided himself into her. Maybe she wasn’t quite as tight as he’d been expecting but it was good enough. By the fourth or fifth penetration, he was able to get his full length into her. Withdrawing, he found an angle of friction against the underside of his knob that was very exciting. He gripped her hips and pulled her on to him. Drove into her, pulled out, used his fingers to hold her open, then plunged in again. His balls swung through against her.

It couldn’t last long like that, and he soon felt the spunk rising, demanding release. After two more thrusts he jerked himself free in the nick of time, sending a series of short spurts on to her buttocks. He was fairly sure she hadn’t experienced an orgasm, or even come close to one, but she didn’t seem concerned. All she did was ask him to wipe her clean; in the absence of any tissues, she told him to use her knickers. That was when he had the idea of asking her to let him keep them – as a souvenir “of a great fuck,” he said. It hadn’t been great but in her naivety she seemed impressed. He could have the knickers. He never saw her again, but his collection had begun.

Remembering that night in the car, he took care to control the way he used the knickers now. They were loosely rolled round his cock, his grip no more than enough to keep them in place, warm and comfortable. The tempo was slow and intermittent. If a particularly vivid halkalı escort image came into his mind – the moment when his knob first encountered her slippery cunt lips – he allowed himself a tentative squeeze, a brief physical reminder. But this was only the overture, the warm-up, the trial run. When it had achieved its object, and his shaft was hard, the purple head prominent, he put the white garment to one side.

Its replacement was red, lacy and insubstantial. No point trying to replicate the treat he gave himself with the white ones. These had a different purpose. He just needed to keep himself simmering while a new set of images took over. There was a good technique he had developed, holding the tiny red briefs in one hand, letting them brush across his balls, lightly, so lightly up his shaft, twirl round the knob with just minimal contact. When his cock began to twitch and jerk of its own volition, as though seeking closer, more intimate involvement, he would begin again. Tantalising himself, bringing the moment closer yet holding it at bay while the new images formed.

They belonged to the aftermath of an office party. She was a temp who had been with them only a couple of weeks and was destined to move on again shortly. Acting as second girl in the MD’s office had kept her aloof from most of the staff. The grapevine said Penny was treading water until her fiancé came back from a job overseas and married her. When he found himself sitting next to her at dinner she proved to be unexpectedly good company, easy to talk to and not as superior as the office gossip had suggested. Fortunately, the Chief Accountant, the Company bore, was on her other side so it was easy to monopolise her.

The year in the City had been good and the Company hadn’t stinted on the party. At first, he had filled and refilled Penny’s wine glass as a matter of courtesy but it wasn’t long before he began to wonder if alcohol wasn’t making her just a little susceptible. It needed only a few carefully loaded questions about her absent other half to make him think the signals coming back might be favourable. He knew he wasn’t mistaken when she put her hand on his thigh under the table. For confirmation, he excused himself for leaning across her to reach a wine bottle and used the movement to brush against a substantial right breast. Far from recoiling, she moved against him while giving his thigh a squeeze.

Some watchful manoeuvring when the party broke up eventually allowed him to offer her a lift without attracting unwanted attention. Penny said she had intended to take a taxi but was happy to take up his offer. In the car, she didn’t hesitate. Hardly had they set off before she said, “I think we both know what’s going to happen, and I think you should know it’s what I want, too. There’s no point pretending – Andrew has been away for nearly three months.” She let that sink in for a moment, then went on, “Three months and no sex. Not good for me. I need sex. You’ve no wedding ring so I take it you’re not married?”

“No.”

“Good. Then the sooner we get somewhere where we can fuck, the better. My place, if you don’t mind.” She gave him directions. While he drove, she unzipped him and massaged his cock. “Can you cope with this?” she asked. “Don’t want to spoil things for later.”

“I’m OK,” he replied, “as long as your careful.”

“Trust me. I want that beautiful thing inside me for a long time before I stop being careful.”

It wasn’t as easy as he’d tried to make it seem. By the time of the party his sexual cv was long and varied. For evidence there was a growing collection in his souvenir drawer. But he’d never before experienced a woman as direct and self-assured as his passenger here. To his relief, they arrived at her apartment while he was still short of embarrassing himself.

Inside, she led him straight to the bedroom, turned on a soft-music stereo and some subdued lighting. The bed was merter escort large. There was a mirrored wardrobe along one wall. It was a boudoir for sex. He wondered how often Andrew had watched himself in the mirror while stuffing his cock into one or other of Penny’s orifices. Wondered, too, if he was the first to be offered the chance during Andrew’s absence. If hunger was any guide, he probably was for Penny was voracious. While he was still fumbling with cufflinks and buttons, Penny had shed all but the flimsy bra and pantie set in matching red. Her generous tits were barely supported by the fragile strip beneath them. The panties served only to emphasise the curve of her mound.

She helped him discard the rest of his clothes, took him to the bed and made him lie on his back. “As this is my treat,” she said, “I get to choose. I want you to taste me first.” So saying, she knelt astride his head, slowly lowering herself towards his face. When she pulled the miniscule material to one side, the invitation was unmistakable. He snaked out his tongue as she lowered herself completely. Afterwards, he couldn’t be sure – given that he could only see the cheeks of her arse – whether her fingers had made a contribution as well as his tongue, but a huge, shuddering orgasm plundered her body in the shortest imaginable time.

It was the first of many. Instructed by Penny, he used his tongue, fingers and his rampant cock to take her to the edge and beyond more times than he could afterwards count. How he avoided cumming himself throughout this onslaught was entirely due to Penny; she seemed to know intuitively when he was on the brink and could always find a way to keep him from toppling over. Until she finally said, “It’s time. You’ve been very good for me. Now it’s your turn.”

As she turned on to her back, he asked “What about -?”

“Condoms? Don’t be stupid. Forget it. Just come and fuck me. Make it hard as you like and when you’re ready to cum, don’t hold back.”

He didn’t. He lifted her ankles on to his shoulders and knelt with the head of his cock lodged against her now sopping outer folds. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She smiled up at him, linked her ankles behind his neck, pulling him down. “Fuck me!”

Perhaps it was the long preliminaries that had helped him over the dangerous initial period of enflamed desire, perhaps it was a steely control he never knew he had but, whatever the reason, he settled into a long, delicious ride. Their bodies locked, rocked like a single entity, the only sounds his grunting and her moans with each vigorous thrust, together with the suction as cock and cunt briefly parted company before reuniting. On and on in a rising tide of lust until with one last feverish burst of repeated insertions he deluged her innermost recesses.

They rested for a while but he knew it was over. She became a little more distant, gathering up her clothes, handing him his discarded things until she said, “I’m glad we did that. I really needed it and you were good. But I have to tell you there will be no repeats. Please don’t spoil it by approaching me in the office, or trying to phone me. It was a one-off. I hope you will remember it with pleasure.”

There was no point in arguing. He had seen how single-minded she could be. He contented himself with collecting another souvenir for his drawer.

It was that red scrap of fabric that he had used so knowingly to accompany his reminiscences, but now it was time to move on. He placed the red with the white. For the finale he had chosen a pair of very expensive silk french knickers in navy blue. Applying them to his engorged cock was a delicate business; he relished the sensual silken embrace but couldn’t afford to indulge too soon. His grip, as he began to masturbate, was as subtle as a breath of wind on a field of corn.

Strangely – or perhaps not – the aids he had chosen for this session all related to one-night stands. Lady beşiktaş escort Audrey F—–ham may seem an unlikely candidate for copulation out of context but he had learned never to be surprised by anything, certainly not by a woman’s sexual desires.

He had been asked to call at Lady Audrey’s country home to discuss setting up a family financial trust. When he arrived, she explained that her husband was in Scotland shooting but that should not prevent them from discussing the preliminaries and getting some details down on paper. He was rather more curious when she offered to make him a cup of tea or coffee herself because, she said, it was the staff’s day off.

They worked in her husband’s study, Lady Audrey sitting in a straight-backed chair to one side, allowing him to use his laptop on the desk. The formalities took no more than half an hour but Lady Audrey was in no hurry to let him go. She showed an interest in his laptop. Her husband, she said, knew about computers (indicating a monitor on a pull-out shelf) but they were all a mystery to her. She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride several inches above her knee before asking, “Can you access pornography? Is it something you know how to do?”

For a titled woman who had just allowed him to enter on a form that she was sixty-five years of age, it was an unexpected, almost breathtaking question. When he didn’t answer for a moment, she said, “I don’t really get the chance to ask anyone – I couldn’t ask Sir Michael. But we have one of these internet connection things and I would like it if you could show me.” While he still hesitated, she added, “I’m no prude, you know.”

Once the connection had been found, it was the simplest task to run up some basic images which she had no hesitation in approving. She remarked almost disbelievingly on the size of some of the cocks on display. She asked if moving pictures were available and he provided those as well. By this time she was standing beside him; he was still seated. Still watching the video stream, she took his hand and guided it under her skirt.

Nothing more was said by either of them in the next extraordinary half-hour. She merely made soft noises of encouragement as his hand moved up her stockinged leg to caress cool thigh before sliding under the leg of her knickers. He was no longer surprised when he found that she was very receptive to his invading fingers. Breathing deeply, she savoured his touch for some minutes. Then she took his hand away, moved back from him and lifted her skirt, holding it round her waist. She wore the dark blue french knickers. Matching suspenders held up her stockings.

She pushed away his laptop and lay back on the desk. He was more aroused by the circumstance in which he found himself than he could ever remember, and could not have helped himself if at that moment Sir Michael had walked in the door. Lady Aubrey lay back waiting. He dropped his trousers and shorts. His cock, unassisted, was erected. Lovingly he removed the dark blue knickers before applying his mouth to a moisture fringed cunt surmounted by a neat triangle of grey hair. He slid two fingers inside and sucked her to orgasm. When it was apparent she was ready for more, he took his cock in his hand and fucked her with unrestrained endeavour. She worked with him, gasping and moaning but still saying nothing, until suddenly her back arched and she came. He withdrew and shot spunk on to her stomach.

Minutes later, she recovered and brushed down her skirt, indicating that he should disconnect his laptop. “Thank you,” she said. “For someone of my generation to read about the kind of things that are so generally available these days, it is very frustrating not to be able at least to sample them. To know what one was missing. You have been very helpful. But I am must run along and no doubt you have to get back. Are sure there is nothing you would like before you leave.?”

Which was how the dark blue knickers were added to his collection. And now were bringing him to the familiar delicious conclusion. His grip became firmer, the speed increased, he felt the spasm. He watch the wet stain spread slowly across the silk.

After a shower, he thought, he might indeed try again.

Liz slowly perused the choice of snack crackers at the small grocery store, which was minimal. She picked out a couple boxes and placed them in her basket next to the apples, bananas and cheese she’d already selected. Her task had been snack food. Her husband, Ben, was an aisle over looking for vegetables. They met at the end of their respective aisles and walked over to where their friends, Darren and Carrie, were looking at wine.

“Anything good?” asked Ben.

“Ask the expert here,” replied Darren, jerking his thumb towards his wife. “I got the beer.”

Carrie smiled and pulled a bottle of white off the shelf. “I’ve heard good things about this one,” she said, glancing over at Liz.

“Whatever you want,” Liz replied with a wave of her hand and a smile. “You know me, I’ll drink whatever.”

Carrie grabbed a second bottle, and then a third. “This should do…for now.”

Darren groaned and mimed a sore arm as Carrie deposited them in his basket. “That’s about all I’m good for here,” he joked. “A pack mule.”

“Oh, whatever! What did you play all that football if it wasn’t to prepare you to carry groceries for your devastatingly hot wife?” giggled Carrie as she playfully poked him in his firm stomach.

“Besides…,” she said, looking over at Liz, giving her a wink. “You’ve got other skills” Liz blushed and felt her husband put his hand on her back as the two couples walked towards the solitary check-out counter.

“Have we got everything we need?” asked Ben with a glance out the window. Snow had started falling several hours before and according to the weather reports, it wasn’t supposed to stop for a while. “We might not get another chance to come back down here tomorrow.”

“If we forget anything, we’ll just send you and Darren out on the skis,” replied Carrie. “Liz and I will just camp out by the fireplace and drink the wine.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Liz with a laugh.

Liz, being unanimously voted as the most responsible of the group, was in charge of the cash and keeping track of receipts for the weekend getaway so she stepped up to the register. When the young clerk got to the wine, she looked at Liz and said, “I’m going to need to see some I.D.”

“I’m flattered,” smiled Liz, as she handed it over to the clerk. She heard some chuckles behind her. Liz was still getting carded even though she hadn’t been under 21 for about five years. Liz liked to think it was her youthful looks that convinced clerks and bartenders the world over to continue asking for I.D., but she figured that if she was going to be honest with herself it was most likely just her petite frame and the fact she had pulled her brown hair back into a pony tail for the day’s worth of travel.

The clerk handed the license back with an apologetic look, “Sorry…you know…rules and all.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she replied.

The transaction complete, the foursome left the quaint country store bracing themselves against the cold wind that hit them as they opened the door. They loaded their groceries into Darren and Carrie’s SUV for the drive to the cabin they’d rented for the weekend, which was a couple miles further down the road. Darren and Ben climbed into the front seats, while Carrie and Liz hopped into the back. As Darren eased the car out of the lot, Liz noticed the snow was already a couple inches deep and there were only a few tire marks going down the road in the direction they were headed.

Liz let her mind wander a bit as she watched the woods and snow fly by the window of the car. Renting the cabin had originally been Darren and Carrie’s idea. Liz had been surprised they had wanted to include her and Ben, as the other couple had been married less than a year. Surely they’d want to have a romantic vacation alone, Liz had thought at the time. But they’d insisted that Ben and she join them and had invited another couple they all knew as well. Unfortunately, the other friends had to drop out at the last minute due to their flight getting canceled. So it was just the two couples heading up the road to the cabin for three days.

She felt a hand on her arm. “Liz…,” said Carrie. Liz swiveled her head. She hadn’t been paying attention.

“Yes?”

“You awake back there Liz?” asked Darren smiling. “I asked whether you need any more heat.”

“Oh no, thanks, I’m fine,” she answered. “Just looking at the snow.”

“Just checking…,” replied Darren.

“We don’t want you getting chilly,” chimed in Ben, looking in the side mirror trying to see his wife’s face behind him.

Liz turned to the window again and pursed her lips. Ben always got a little anxious around Darren, particularly when Darren paid special attention to her. Ben and Darren got along well when it was just the guys, but despite numerous instances of Liz assuring Ben she no longer had feelings for Darren, Ben just couldn’t seem to relax. Liz’s mind went back to college, when she had dated Darren. There had been some fun times, but she couldn’t forget the hurt he’d caused her as well. They’d parted as friends, but she never had any desire to be in a relationship with him again. Ben knew all of this, and had known Darren at the time, but he didn’t seem to be able to let it go completely. Liz had made many efforts to show Ben she was unconditionally devoted to him, but she supposed she could never bahçelievler escort fully convince him.

She was jolted from her thoughts as she felt the car slip and fishtail a little on the snow covered road.

“Nice one hot shot,” joked Carrie as she playfully hit her husband’s shoulder from behind.

“Not while I’m driving, woman!” Darren grinned and slowed the car down to turn off onto a side road that led to their cabin. There were no tire tracks in the snow here and the road was only wide enough for the SUV. Trees hemmed it in on either side.

“Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves,” commented Ben.

“Yeah, the girl I talked to on the phone said the other cabin up here hadn’t been rented this weekend,” replied Darren. “So we’re it.”

“Lovely,” said Carrie. “I’m actually glad it’s just us.” A couple hundred yards later as they pulled up to where they’d be staying, Liz realized that “cabin” was really an understatement. It looked more like a comfortable, mountain home from the outside. Darren parked the car and they climbed out, waded through the snow that had accumulated and made their way to the porch. Carrie found the key where the rental agency had told her it was and unlocked the door.

It opened into what looked like a mud room, with a clothes washer and dryer and a place to hang their coats. Carrie kicked off her boots. “Hey, let’s get the car unloaded,” Darren said. He looked at Carrie, “Why don’t you and Liz stay in here and unpack things while Ben and I bring the stuff in.”

“Sounds good to me,” said the women, almost in unison. So while the guys traipsed back outside, Carrie and Liz took off their coats and boots and began to explore. The mud room led to a large room which contained the kitchen, a small dining area and a larger open space with a fireplace and a couple expansive couches and comfy chairs. A hallway led to three bedrooms in the back of the house. Two bedrooms shared a bathroom and the other, larger bedroom had a bathroom all its own.

“This is quite a cabin,” said Carrie sarcastically, putting air quotes around the word cabin.

“Totally,” said Liz. “Come check out this bathroom,” she called from the main bedroom. Carrie joined her and saw a large jacuzzi-style tub against one wall.

“Nice!” she exclaimed. “Who gets this room?”

“Oh, you two can have it…you planned all this,” said Liz sweetly. “Just as long as I can use the tub at some point,” she added laughing.

“Deal! Let’s go help the guys.”

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Darkness descended earlier than the couples were used to because of the clouds and higher latitudes, but they’d brought in plenty of firewood from the pile stacked in a shed behind the house. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and the dinner dishes had been cleaned up. “Excellent work you two,” said Carrie as she flopped down on the couch beside her husband, her back to his side and her legs up over the arm of the couch. She took a sip of her wine from the glass she held carefully.

“Oh, sure thing,” said Ben. “Ya’ll are on dinner duty tomorrow night, and we expect excellent things,” he chided. After the couples had gotten their bags and food stowed in the house, Ben and Liz had set out exploring what the kitchen had to offer in the way of cooking implements. Like most rentals it was pretty sparse, but they had done what they could with the limited cookware and had prepared some pasta in a white wine sauce with mushrooms.

“Challenge accepted,” said Darren with a grin. “I noticed a pair of snowmobiles in the shed out back when Ben and I were getting firewood. We should get those out tomorrow if the snow lets up.”

“Definitely,” said Ben. “It’s still coming down pretty hard though now.” As if to reenforce his words, the wind blew strongly, rattling something outside the window and pushing a cold gust down the chimney, making the flames flicker. Liz snuggled closer to her husband.

“I sure hope it dies down. I want to get outside tomorrow…can’t stay cooped up in here all day,” said Darren. “I’d go stir-crazy.”

Carrie reached up and touched his cheek with her finger tips, “Oh, I don’t know honey…I could think of a few things we could do to keep you from going crazy…”. She winked at him and then looked over at Ben and Liz.

Darren grinned. “Aw, well, you know I can’t say no to you. Guess it wouldn’t be all bad, eh Ben?” asked Darren rhetorically.

Liz saw Ben smile awkwardly. He chuckled, but Liz could tell it was forced. He never did well even joking about these sorts of things with other people. She smiled a much more natural smile and played along. “This place definitely has a romantic feel to it…you two shouldn’t have invited us in the first place. You could have had it all to yourselves.”

“Oh, we’d get bored up here all by ourselves,” said Carrie. “Believe it or not, there’s only so much of Darren I can take.” Darren mimed a hurt look and then chuckled at the double entendre.

Now it was Liz’s turn to feel flushed, and she was sure it wasn’t from the heat of the fire to her right. Carrie winked at her slyly and got up. “Who needs some more wine?”

All three raised their glasses as Carrie walked back to the sitting area with what remained in the second bottle. “Just enough to top everyone off. We’re going bakırköy escort to need to go back to the store before the weekend is over.”

“What were we thinking only getting three bottles…,” said Ben laughing. “Who was responsible for wine anyway?” he asked jokingly.

“That would be this one,” said Darren playfully as he wrapped his arms around his wife as she sat back down. “Don’t worry, I’ll properly reprimand her later tonight. Just ignore any squealing you might hear.”

At that, all four of them laughed, any awkwardness from Carrie’s previous comments melting away. Liz rested her head on Ben’s shoulder as she sipped. The conversation shifted to updates on jobs, mutual friends and Carrie and Darren’s new home they’d purchased a couple months ago. Liz could feel the wine going to her head. She had a nice buzz and was a little fuzzy-headed from the combination of wine, the fire and her desire for Ben, which had been stoked by Carrie’s earlier behavior. She reached over and clasped Ben’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I think we should call it a night,” she said as she emptied her glass and smiled at him.

“It is getting late,” agreed Carrie as she leaned back and laid her head on Darren’s lap, her blonde hair fanning out over his thighs. “Will you take me to bed?” she said playfully looking up at him.

“I don’t know, I think I’ve had too much wine. You might take advantage of me,” he joked.

“We’ll leave you two to work it out,” said Ben as he caught Liz’s desire flicker in her eyes and stood. Liz stood with him, wobbling and clutching at him to stabilize herself.

“Good night you two,” said Liz, smiling as Ben led her down the hallway to their bedroom.

“We’re right behind you,” answered Carrie.

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Liz emerged from the bathroom in a short nightie and panties. Ben was waiting for her. They immediately embraced, their lips touching sweetly but firmly. “I was wondering how long we would have to wait before heading to bed,” said Liz between kisses. “While the fire was nice, we could make our own warmth in here.” The wine combined with somewhat risque conversation had managed to ignite her passions.

Ben broke away. “Oh, do you think Darren and Carrie tended the fire before going to bed?”

“I don’t know. Can it wait? I need you now,” pleaded Liz playfully.

“I don’t want the place to catch fire,” said Ben. “It’ll just be a sec.”

“Please hurry!” she said as she gave him a pouty look and then added, “And make sure they’re not still out there being naughty or something.”

Ben slipped out of the room and made his way down the short hall to the living area. He didn’t hear any sounds coming from the couch area. The fire had not been tended, so he made sure to push the few logs and embers that were still burning to the back of the fireplace and tried to cover them with ashes. That should do, he thought. On his way back down the hallway he walked past Darren and Carrie’s door and could hear the unmistakable sound of a bed squeaking in a distinct rhythm. Then a moan from Carrie. Then another, even louder. He stopped to listen. It must have been longer than he thought because he heard his own bedroom door open down the hall and saw Liz’s head poke out.

“What are you–,” she started to ask, but he shushed her with a finger to his lips. He then waved her down the hall to him. She tiptoed up to him as he pointed to their friends’ door.

There was another moan from behind the door. Liz’s eyes went wide. “Oh my,” she mouthed. They heard the bed continue to squeak at regular intervals and Carrie’s moans were occasionally interspersed with a few grunts from Darren.

“They didn’t waste any time,” whispered Ben. Liz moved her hand down and pressed against Ben’s shorts, feeling his hardness beneath the fabric. She was surprised he was this excited.

“I don’t think we should waste any either,” she replied, meeting his eyes with hers. She was even more surprised that she was this excited.

They hurried back to their room and quietly closed the door. They were on each other in a second, kissing passionately, their tongues hungrily pushing their ways into each other’s mouths. Gone were the soft sensitive kisses of a moment earlier. These kisses had a purpose, a message. “I want you to fuck me,” these kisses demanded in no uncertain terms.

His hands were on her rear, pressing her body to his. He could feel the goosebumps on her shoulders and arms. “Warm me up,” she giggled.

As they kissed, Liz moved backwards towards the bed until she felt the back of her thighs touching the comforter. She broke away and lifted her nightie up over her head as Ben pulled his t-shirt off. She sat down on the edge of the bed and grasped the waistband of her husband’s shorts, eagerly pulling them down his legs. His erect penis sprang out and she grasped it lightly in her fingers. She smiled and took the tip of it in her mouth.

“Mmm, Liz,” Ben moaned. He watched his wife slide her lips down over his cock and bob her head, her tongue swirling all around him. “That feels so good baby,” he groaned softly and slid his fingers through her hair, urging her on. She looked up at him while she sucked his firm penis.

Liz was only able to stand this for a couple minutes; she was aching to have him fındıkzade escort inside her. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and inched back on the bed smiling naughtily. At the same time she pulled her panties down her legs. Her cheeks were flushed and her thighs nearly trembling with desire. Ben got the hint and climbed on top of her, slipping his hand down between her thighs.

“Mmm…so turned on honey,” he noted, feeling her wetness. “Was it me or listening to our friends?” he teased.

“A little bit of both,” Liz conceded with a naughty grin. They could still hear an occasional moan from the bedroom across the hallway. She pictured Darren and Carrie in her mind, naked, on their bed. She lost herself in the past for a moment and her mind drifted back to those days, until she was brought back to reality and her lover by his lips on her right breast. Her eyes refocused on him and she gasped with pleasure as he sucked on her nipple.

“It’s such a turn on that you’re turned on by them,” said Ben as he raised his head from her breast, as if he could read her mind.

“I’m so glad sweetie. I could say the same for you,” she said. This sort of urgency from Ben was a rarity and she marveled a bit at how much he seemed to desire her at the moment. The feeling was definitely mutual. “I want you inside me, Ben.”

Her words put a hungry look in Ben’s eyes. He grabbed her about the waist and bodily flipped her onto her stomach, positioning her on all fours on the bed so he could stand behind her. She gasped loudly and looked back over her shoulder. In four years of marriage, Liz could count on one hand the number of times Ben had taken her this way. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly pushed himself into her. The feeling of his cock filling her was familiar yet incendiary. She tossed her hair, and her eyes rolled back. “Oooh my God, Ben!” she moaned quite loudly.

“They might hear you,” said Ben between breaths.

“Mmmm…,” Liz replied. “So what, they know what we’re doing.” She got a look in her eyes as if to say, “I want them to know.” With that she gasped loudly and said without concern for the thin walls. “Fuck me Ben!”

Ben took his cue and thrust hard and fast, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled himself into her. Their hips making those unmistakable, wet slapping noises as their bodies met time and time again. Liz moaned and whimpered throughout, just hanging on for the ride as her man took her from behind, like an animal. She reached down to find her already swollen clit and pressed to fingers to it, pushing herself towards the edge.

“I’m close Ben. I’m so close…” she whimpered. A pained grunt from Ben told her he was as well.

“Yesss…” he moaned. She began to pant as her orgasm quickly approached. He drove into her with vigor, their bodies slapping together. She moaned loudly and her legs quivered, sending a shudder through her form. She felt him explode inside her, emptying himself into her spasming body. The heat building inside her finally reached a crescendo and the orgasm took her. Liz arched her back and rode the sweet pleasure to its climax before collapsing onto the bed.

Ben crumpled on top of her, breathing heavily, his softening cock sliding from her still twitching pussy. “Oh Ben, that was amazing,” she worked to catch her breath as they lay together on the bed. She thought their bodies fit together so perfectly in this moment. “So good,” she whispered.

“I hope we weren’t too loud,” said Ben laughing. He smoothed her messy hair behind one ear and kissed her cheek sweetly.

“I hope we were!”

She was only half joking.

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Liz awoke to find light falling across her face. It wasn’t the harsh light of sunlight, but it definitely was daylight. She rolled over to find Ben had already arisen. She heard the toilet flush, which told her where he was. A moment later he emerged from the bathroom to see her awake and smiled. “Morning,” they said together. He leaned down to kiss her.

“Still snowing?”

“Yep, still pretty hard.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I’ll make some breakfast while you get up.”

“Muah,” Liz replied, mouthing a thank-you kiss.

As he left, she pulled herself out of bed and dug around in the sheets for her discarded panties. Finding them she went into the bathroom to pee. As she was brushing her teeth Liz thought about last night, thinking about how that was some of the hottest sex they’d had in a while. Sex with Ben was good. It was regular and passionate, but nothing about which you’d write to Guinness. But last night had an added flare – the knowledge that their friends were doing the same thing across the hall. It had certainly turned her on. She wondered if this weekend could be used to spice things up a bit, push the envelope, to use another overused metaphor. She giggled to herself. Liz pondered the idea of asking Carrie for advice. She hadn’t known Carrie as long as she’d known Darren and Ben, but that almost made it easier to talk to her about things like sex. Carrie was frank and open about her uninhibited sexuality. She had a lot more experience in many areas. Talking to her was totally different than talking to her long-time friends with whom she grew up. Those were friends Liz shared her hopes and dreams with, not her questions about sex. She rinsed her mouth out and went back out to the bedroom. She didn’t bother pulling a bra on over her petite breasts; no one would notice with the baggy sweatshirt she’d put on. She slipped on a pair of socks and some comfy, flannel pants and went out to see what Ben had been able to put together.

As the sun sets over the mountains, and the skies turn carroty, the hearts connect and the minds embrace. There is the beautiful being of a 5’6 frame, with plenty of space to spread. She has brown eyes and brings such happiness out of her man. A face to die for, a body to live for, she carries herself in such a manor allowing no one to see what isn’t there. A lightly tanned skin, with taut nipples exposed to the night air, she tries to pull away from the love she has enraptured herself with for months now. He is a man of a 6’0 frame, dark skin, hazel eyes, and muscles to also die for.

Tiffany Jessica Expression is her name and loving unconditionally is her game. Steven, Shane Danger is his name, and being a heart breaker is his game. They met in the light blue waters of Jamaica, and fell for each other instantly; they now are apart with her in Duncansville North Carolina and him in Charleston South Carolina.

It was a meeting that neither person could forget, because they were like an electric current passing through a piece of medal, attracted to each other, connected at the hip, and unable to forget once separated.

The two met after a party, and danced the night away, but before to long, the morning sun lifted into the sky, and the vacation was over, then they separated and parted ways.

The image was burned on Steven’s mind though about how sexy Tiffany was as she walked away from him in that bikini, and swayed so nicely, as if swaying to the breeze, as if inviting him to join her, but he knew he couldn’t follow, he had to get back and pack up, so he could leave.

Before he knew it, He was back in his apartment, all alone, and he had nothing to do, but think about her, and those moments, stolen, during those few days after meeting on the dance floor.

He knew one thing kept playing on his mind, and that was how her ass, and that bikini, made him want her even more, and only if he could get to her, but he knew that wasn’t to be.

He noticed that he had a rock hard erection by this point, and all he could do, was sit back in his e-z chair, and drop his hand to his jeans, and release his manhood, as memories of Tiffany flooded his brain.

A light moan escaped his lips as he realized how sensitive his cock was, but he could help himself, he was picturing everything from sex on the beach, to sex in the water, to back in the hotel, to right their on the dance for.

Before he finished his erotic dream, his hand was covered in his come, and he couldn’t figure out how he could have come so fast, and not even have realized it, but it didn’t really matter to him, he decided, he had better do something other than sit around and think about Tiffany, otherwise, he would rub himself raw.

He attempted to call her, and when the phone rang 5 times, with no voice mail, he just hung up the phone in frustration.

This did nothing but fuel his fire, so he rushed to the shower, and threw back the curtain, and jumped in for a long cold soak.

Ms. Tiffany on the other hand was none the worse for ware when she arrived home, just as happy as she could be, knowing that she had herself a catch, in Steven, and she wanted to relish in the feeling of being in this mans arms forever, but after that first night, she could have been his for all eternity, but she had to break away and get control of herself, and of the situation.

Sitting at her kitchen table, she let her mind wander back to how he caught her eye from across the room, even with the dim lights, and how devious he looked, but how she just wanted to suckle on his bottom lip, but she wouldn’t let herself be taken advantage of by another man, not even while on vacation.

She decided to see if he really wanted to play in the deep end, and she went and changed into a black body suit, and white pearly necklace, with a small anklet.

For someone of her complexion, it set the mood off just right, and for a first encounter, it certainly put the next move into his court, the question wasn’t what was he going to do, but how was he going to do it?

She remembered how he walked so smoothly over to her table and asked to buy her a drink, then how she so softly accepted, and they just stared into each others eyes, wondering not what to say, but letting the desire of two hungry lovers, of two starved animals speak for them, and then finally the silence was broken when he asked her to dance.

They dance to fast pop songs, they danced to reggae, then finally the moment came when a slow jam came over the loud speaker, and Tiffany froze in place.

It was like she was spellbound, she wanted to feel is body closer to her, but she didn’t want it to be obvious, but then when he pulled her into his arms, she just melted, and then it was on, and then they stayed that way for the rest of the evening.

By the end of the night, no kissing, or even necking was necessary, it was her intoxicating fragrance, mixing with his masculine body, and they were just raging piles of wanting flesh, but they didn’t escort şişli want to make it to obvious to the other person, so they walked away quietly wanting the other.

Tiffany shook her head trying not to remember how that first night she had to strip down to her nakedness and go for a swim in the Jamaican waters to cool off, because Steven had her so hot and bothered that she couldn’t rest, by him holding her close, and running his finger tips up and down her back, and slowly playing her spine like a saxophonist would play a fine melody.

Before the night was over she was back in her bed, and she couldn’t get him out of her mind, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind either.

They would meet the next day for lunch, and this is where things took the biggest turn during the vacation time, because they would have all kinds of seafood, and it would drive them into a frenzy, with the slurping, and teasing of each other, and finally it was more than Jessica could take.

She decided to take Steven back to her room, and the minutes turned into an hour, and that one hour turned into two, and that two turned into three, and that three turned into an all night visit.

While still daydreaming at her kitchen table, Tiffany wonders how that all night visit could have been different, could they have tried something different, could they have worked on different angles or something?

There is no way to know, but the key is, that is what bonded them together, because after bringing him into the room, she pushed him up against the door, and that is where the sensual play started, and the seduction of Steven’s Mind, body, and soul began.

She teased him from head to toe, teasing his ears, neck, collar bone, down to his nipples, as she removed his shirt, then taking off his shirt, she teased his belly button, all the way down to the floor.

She left him a quivering mess by the door, as she helped him remove his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving him in his boxers, and letting him stand their in only his boxers, she began nibbling at his cock through his boxers.

By this point Steven was begging for release, but Tiffany had so much more in store for him, that she wanted him to stay there and be tortured.

She could smell his arousal through his boxers, and it was turning her on, and she began to slowly and teasingly pull his boxers down, and as soon as his shaft sprang free, she captured it between her lips, and this caused a gasp of pleasure from Steven, as his knee’s almost buckled from the delightful pleasure.

He was so close to explosion, he couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to come in her mouth, to come all over her face and chest, or to calm down, and let the orgasm last.

He decided he would calm himself down, so he took control of the situation, and pulled Tiffany up, and began to strip her down quickly, because he knew he didn’t have much will power left.

Tiffany could see he was still rock hard, but with him pinching her nipples, which are a hot spot for her, and teasing her by nibbling her neck as well, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

Finally Steven had her naked and spread on the bed just as he wanted her, and he began to rub her legs, and just as he worked up between her thighs, he noticed he didn’t have any condoms, and he looked at her with that pleading expression, trying to figure out what to do.

She knew she wasn’t on the pill, and without condoms she wasn’t going to have this man inside her, but she didn’t want to get pregnant, so she just say, “no condom, no sex.”

Steven knew that was the end of that one, for the moment, but he decided to give her one of the best orgasms she probably will ever have, and he dove into her with wild abandon, licking her clit, and then sliding two fingers inside her wetness to get to her G-spot.

She moans out loud, and begins soaking his face without a care in the world, but finally he finds the rhythm necessary that makes her squeak and squeal, which sounds like her coming.

Her hips rock and roll, and her legs shake, and she stops with one long sigh.

With the realization that she played out the entire evening, Tiffany realizes she stroked herself to a powerful orgasm right there at the table, right along with the thoughts of Steven licking her pussy.

Back at Steven’s apartment, after finishing his cold shower, he clicks on the TV and pulls up the night’s game featuring the Knicks against the Hornets. He leans back in his recliner and begins to notice his hardening cock with thoughts of Tiffany dancing in his imagination.

“I think I will go out for a drink, because I can sit here with her in my mind all night.”

So Steven gets up and packs his wallet and walks out to the bar down the street from his 3-bedroom townhouse. As he steps into the bar, and his eyes adjust to the lights being low and the soft music playing in the background, he smiles and wonders to himself.

“Dam this is totally not what I expected, for escort nişantaşı some reason this seems to be a chicks night out or something.”

He looks around and he notices all kinds of females around and he knows he can have his pick, if he plays his cards right. He bellies up to the bar and orders a coke just to take in the atmosphere. As he sits there a tall dark deliciously smelling woman approaches him, and he isn’t exactly sure what to do, considering that he still has thoughts of Tiffany in his mind.

Steven turns to the direction of the voice, and finds one of the most beautiful chocolate beauties in front of him.

He is stunned to find that he recognizes her, and he tries to search his brain as to where that face comes from.

She on the other hand, is fascinated by the dark brown eyes, and long eye lashes of this man, and seems to remember him from somewhere as well, but can’t figure out where.

The chat about nothing, but everything as well, then before you know it, there hands meet, and their eyes lock, and it’s like she looks right into his soul.

She lets his hand go, because she remembers him as the man who broke her heart, as the one who was everything to her, and the one who tried to push her away for the thug life.

Just as she pulled her hand away, she knocked her drink over though, and it spilled all over her shirt, and lap, and Steven being forever the gentleman attempts to clean her up, and tries to show that he is a change man.

Asking her if she is alright and also trying to get her name, Steven dabs at the cloth, which is completely soaked.

She says her name is Lisa Diablo, and he immediately recognizes her as an ex-girlfriend.

Her dress is completely ruined, but she doesn’t care, she just wants to get out of there, before these old feelings begin to surface which she had about Steven.

Steven attempts to be even more of a gentleman, noticing that Lisa is in a predicament, so he asks to clean up her things while she waits at his place.

Lisa readily accepts, and they slowly walk back to his place under the moonlight, and the stars.

You have to understand, some of Lisa’s apprehension was because of the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in a number of years, and also because she felt like she was in a better place for herself now, after being out of college, in a new place, and having a new career.

You see Steven was a ladies man in the past when they knew each other. He was a cheater, a drug dealer, as well as a drug addict. He was arrested a couple of times before he finally straightened up and left the crazy things and the crazy life in the past. By the time he organized himself again out in Iowa, Lisa had already moved on. He knows he lost something good, but he was hooked on marijuana and also cocaine. So you can say he wasn’t himself.

As they walked along the side streets to Steven’s house, and the night air embraced Lisa’s body, you could see that her tank top was tight and her nipples were standing out from the cold.

Steven begins to notice her trying to protect her chest, and he wonders to himself if he will be able to taste just one nipple if not both of them tonight.

Somehow romance fills the air. They walk slower and slower, gazing into each others eyes, and looking for ways to keep their hands off of each other, they practically walk two steps away from each other, as they know how they feel.

Lisa realizes she had a good man in Steven, and wants to explain to him how much she missed him, but she doesn’t understand why they couldn’t work things out, because it just felt so right while they were together.

Steven feels about the same, and on one hand he knows that he can’t go back and change the past, but he knows he made a big mistake with trying to choose the drugs over the woman, the good news is, he doesn’t want to go back there.

As they reach his apartment he put the key in the door and opens his door to the sound of his answering machine beeping.

He thinks to himself (should I answer it) (It might be tiffany). Dam I miss her for some reason even though I have only known her for like a week. He decides to just unplug the phone and put his Mac into motion.

He pulls out a nice bottle of red wine, knowing when he drinks he tends to become bolder and more sensual and takes a lot more pressure off in the sexual worlds. He takes out two long stem wine glasses and sits them in front of her.

They sit on opposite ends of this leather couch he has, sipping at their separate glasses of wine just gazing at the stars, into each other’s eyes and out the side view where the balcony is. Steven then puts the glass down on his table, slides over in the chair right to where Lisa’s feet are.

In the past, he knew where to touch her, where to kiss her, how to whisper, and also how to have her in a sexual frenzy within minutes. She knew by the look in his eyes, he was going to touch her in that way again, and she knew escort mecidiyeköy there was very little she could do about it. This was a helpless feeling to her, but one that drove her mind and body into a frenzy that allowed her to relax and start to moisten, just at the thought of his touch.

He reaches out for her touching her thigh lightly, stroking her knee softly, and noticing how soft she has become, even more so than in the past, he thinks to himself.

He continues a slow crawl over toward her until she is trapped in the corner of the couch, and she gives a soft whimper as he trails soft kisses on her collar bone, and up into her neck, and her breath catches in her throat, just as he begins to slide between her legs. Staring deep into her eyes he leans in for a kiss and she doesn’t resist. As there lips touch she lets out a soft deep moan from her throat and lifts her right leg on to the couch to give Steven access to her softest place. Steven then notices the feet, remembering how they were a big turn on for the both of them. As he scans her body for approval, Lisa leans back as if to say, please take me. Then going down to her feet, Lisa notices his hands have moved and she feels him going for her feet, and she jumps in delight. As he grabs at the heel of her right foot he pulls off her shoe, and strokes her foot taking in the softness and the great smell radiating from it. He goes to the left foot, still hanging on the floor, and does the same slow sensual movement, as if in a daze and removes her shoe. Just as he goes back to the right foot and begins to kiss her thighs, down her legs and to her ankles, he remembers the one spot on her feet which practically turns her into Niagara falls. This is the arch on both feet and when he plays with both of them; she gets all wet and can’t control what she does.

He thinks to himself, whether or not to go for it, and as he grabs the right sock with his teeth, he takes in her scent and remembers oh so much how it feels to be near her. As he passes the sock over her toes he kisses each one, and performs the same ritual on her left foot, even slower, noticing her watching his every move. Lisa begins to realize how much the feelings are rushing back to her, and how much he is driving her wild, but she is enjoying every moment of it. At the same time, Steven wonders how to resist this beautiful woman, and he is conflicted about the fact that he still has feelings for Tiffany, but at this point, its who is in front of him who matters.

Lisa and Steven were together for almost 5 years and were even considering marriage. They knew everything about each other, but Lisa wasn’t sure if she could accept the bad parts of Steven. The deep dark secrets he had, the ones previously coming between them. With never having anyone to share things with, Steven threw all of his weight on to Lisa. She leaned on him as well, because she also had troubles of her own. Her boyfriend before Steven abused her. Causing her to question all of the things Steven did even if he was pure. He got tired after a while and he moved on to the drug scene and made all kinds of friends as well as money. He never thought he would find someone matching up to Lisa, let alone find her again.

Steven begins a slow rub of her feet letting her relax with his strong hands. Lisa begins to massage her nipples and pinching them she moans out loud, wanting so much more to happen.

Steven begins kissing her feet and she moans in delight, remembering what a great feeling it was to have his lips on her anywhere.

As he begins to unbutton her jeans and notices how firm yet soft she is.

She inches down lower and strips off her bra, offering her nipples to Steven. As her nipples are rock hard, Steven sticks out his tongue and begins to swirl it around her whole nipple, down her cleavage over to the other breast. Sucking her right nipple into his mouth she lays back and begins to enjoy what he is doing. She begs Steven not to stop, because he makes her shiver with delight, and she knows that his tongue can bring her great pleasure, and her nipples have been so sensitive wanting his hungry mouth. She dreamt of times when they would be together

Steven then stands up and pulls off his shirt exposing his rippling chest and not quite washboard stomach, and Lisa doesn’t take her eyes off of him. As she then begins to pull off her panties and noticing her being naked just lying there all-willing ready and able, Steven drops his pants and exposes himself to Lisa for the first time in years, and has to stop from becoming shy. They are there naked with Lisa laying on the couch and Steven standing over her admiring her sexy body.

Lisa sits up and begins to massage his cock with her long warm slender fingers, stroking him to maximum hardness, making sure to play with his balls as well.

She inches to the edge of the couch, and surveys his stiff cock.

Noticing the size of his penis, which is a good seven or eight inches in length, she admires it, as she begins to pull back on his foreskin relishing in the smell of him.

Seeing the blood rush to his head, watching it grow, noticing the color change, it sends her mind spinning and she knows she wants to have this cock all ways she can, including in her mouth, pussy, and maybe in her ass.

He slowly moved his finger in and out of my tender hole. Then he inserted two fingers, then three, and then I felt my pussy stretching as he slowly, carefully inserted his whole hand deep inside of me. He moved his hand in and out, slowly at first, then faster when he saw that I was enjoying it and trying to press down on it. I felt a finger from his other hand find my slit and thought to myself that there was no way he was going to try to do that with both hands. But, he only got his finger wet from the dripping juices still coming from my pussy. Then he slid his finger down slightly and eased it into my ass. As he pulled the one finger out, I felt him use two fingers this time as he slipped them back in my ass, and still working my pussy with his hand. The sensation of having both of my holes filled at the same time was driving my over the edge again. He worked both of my holes faster as I felt myself being pushed to the edge again.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked as the moans escaped my throat.

“Mmmmm,” I answered.

“Do you want me to stop or do you like this?”

“No, please don’t stop,” I whined.

He continued working his hand in and out of my pussy and his fingers in and out of my ass. Just as my body started to tense for the coming orgasm, he pulled his hand out of my pussy and his fingers out of my ass. I felt him get off of the bed and heard him move around to the head of the bed. He took the restraint off of my right hand, and then moved around to take it off of my left. Feeling disappointed that we were done; I let out a sigh and reach for the blind fold.

“Leave that on. We’re not finished yet,” he said as he removed the restraints from the foot of the bed. “I just want you to turn over.”

Feeling that the restraints were completely loose now, I turned over onto my stomach and spread my legs for him to fasten the restraints again. When he had both legs securely fastened to the foot of the bed, I felt him climb back onto the bed.

“What about my arms?” I asked.

“We don’t need them restrained for this part,” he said as he pulled my hips up so that my ass was sticking up in the air.

I felt him position himself between my bent knees as he guided his hard dick between my slit, probing for the opening. Finding my pussy hole, he moved his hand to hold on to my hips as his hard dick slid into my hole. He leaned into me, burying the entire depth of his manhood in my pussy. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving only the throbbing head inside my hole.

Then, he pulled his dick out of me completely. After only a few short moments, he slid only the head back into my hole, and then pulled it back out again. As he slid only the head back into my pussy yet again, I leaned into him, engulfing his prick with my pussy.

“Don’t like the teasing, huh?” he asked with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

I moved my hips forward slightly, and then pressed back against him again, without answering.

“If we’re going to do this right, you have to be still. Besides, you’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?”

I repositioned my ass to about the same place he had it. Then I felt him slide his dick out of my pussy again. I thought I would go mad with the need I felt to have him inside of me. I thought he was going to only tease me with his head again, but, suddenly, I felt his rock hard dick slide completely inside of me. He stayed there for a few moments, but only long enough to grab my hips. Then he started pumping his hard prick in and out of my pussy with long, slow strokes, guiding my hips forward, then back to just the right positions. The muscles in my pussy contracted around his dick, trying to hold him inside of me forever as he slid all but the head of his dick back out of me. Then, he pushed with all of his might as his dick went all the way in and he pulled my hips back to help with the impact. I moaned with the greatest pleasure I had ever felt in my life as he pounded and slammed his dick deep inside my pussy, faster and harder than the thrust before. His balls slapped against my already swollen and sensitive clit, exciting me even more. Harder and faster he pumped my pussy, making the moans of pleasure seem non-stop from my lips.

“Ooooh yes baby. Fuck me harder baby, faster,” I moaned.

He was more than happy to oblige as he pounded away at my pussy as hard and as fast as he could. I felt my body tense as my pleasure overtook me. My hole contracted around his meat, making it harder for him to pound into me like he had been just a moment ago, so he slowed his rhythm as I came all over his dick. As my body convulsed with the last of the orgasm, he slowly pulled his dick out of me.

“I esenler escort didn’t feel him cum,” I thought to myself.

He moved to the foot of the bed and I felt his body weight shift. Then I felt him move back up between my spread knees and felt the slippery oil run into my ass crack. Slowly, he guided his still hard dick to my ass, and then leaned into me as the head entered by asshole. I caught my breath because as much as I enjoyed this, the initial insertion still hurt just a little. He stopped with just the head of his dick inside my ass, and then slowly he pressed the rest of his hard prick into my hole. Slowly, he pulled out, then pressed it back in. Feeling my body relax just a bit, he knew it was okay to start really fucking my ass.

With long, slow strokes, he moved his dick in and out of my ass. I moved my right hand underneath me, and found my swollen clit. As I rubbed my clit, my ass moved in rhythm with him as we picked up the speed of the slide. Pressing his hard dick deep into my ass, he stopped for only a moment. Then he grabbed my hips again and started pounding away at my ass. Harder, faster, and deeper his hard little man dove into and out of my asshole. This was the hardest he had ever fucked my ass, but I liked it. As he slammed his dick deep into my ass, I rubbed my clit faster, keeping up with his strokes. My asshole clamped around his dick, contracting as he fucked my ass hard and fast. I moved my hips forward just a bit so that when he slammed into my ass I could lean back toward him making the pounding even harder and deeper.

I felt my body tensing for another orgasm, and felt him do the same. With one final hard slam into my ass, we both exploded. He kept his softening dick deep inside of me for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled it out only a bit. The slammed it deep inside of me again. My asshole was clamping down on his dick hard now, squeezing the last of his cum into the depths of my ass. Feeling his body relax, he slowly pulled his soft dick out of my ass then lay on his back and licked my dripping cum from my pussy.

As he licked up the last of the cum, he scooted to the end of the bed. I felt him take the restraints off of my ankles, freeing me completely. Then he came around to the head of the bed where I was laying still on my stomach, spread eagle. He untied the blindfold and it fell from my eyes. As I scooted over just a bit to make room for him next to me on the bed, he climbed in and lay beside me.

I lay my head on his chest and draped my left leg over his and wrapped my arm around his waist. He looked down at me and kissed the top of my head.

“I really loved you,” he said.

“And I really love you,” I murmured, sleep washing over me.

He wrapped his arms around me. I fell asleep in his arms, feeling his love for me.

The next morning, I woke up to find him gone. But, I smelled wonderful smells from the kitchen. As I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, he opened the bedroom door and came in with a tray full of food.

“Breakfast in bed for my sex queen,” he said smiling. I sat up completely and leaned against the head of the bed as he placed the tray over my extended legs. I picked up the coffee and sipped it.

“Baby, you were incredible last night,” he says sipping at his own coffee.

“Hmmmmm… I thought you were the incredible one,” I said.

I picked up a piece of bacon and held it near his mouth. He took a bite and chewed. As I took a bite, he said, “We can’t just hang out in bed all day, although after last night I sure want to. But, we have things to do today.”

“Things to do? I thought you said we were just going to relax this weekend,” I said, halfway dreading what his plans for the day were.

“Well, they’re relaxing plans,” he said, taking a strip of bacon and eating it.

As I finished eating the food on the tray, with his help, he took the tray from my lap. As he was walking out the door, he looked over his shoulder and nodded toward the chair next to the bed. He had my clothes laid out for me again. “Wow, talk about not having to do any thinking at all. I could like this.”

As I moved toward the edge of the bed to get dressed, the sheets rubbed against my still tender pussy and ass, reminding me of the great time we had had the night before. I smiled as I pulled on the short denim skirt and tank top. As I was lacing and tying my last boot, he walked back into the bedroom.

“Almost ready?” he asked.

“Just have to do my hair and I’m ready. Where are we going anyway?” I asked. I knew it would be on the bike since he wanted me to wear the boots, atakent escort but I had no clue why he had the skirt laid out. That would be a difficult task. Riding on the back of a Harley in a short denim skirt and not let everyone in the world see the treasure between my legs!

“You’ll see. Just come on and hurry up. It’s getting late.”

I went into the bathroom and pulled my hair up. Then walked to the living room and grabbed my helmet and glasses from the chair where I had laid them the night before. He was already outside with the bike running.

As I climbed on the back, I repositioned the skirt the best I could to make sure everything was covered. The feel of the leather seat and the slight rumbling between my legs worked my still sensitive clit and I could feel the wetness of my pussy already.

After about an hours ride, we pulled into a winery. I climbed off of the back of the bike and put my helmet on the sissy bar. He hung his on the handlebar, then took my hand and led me inside. We tasted several different kinds of wine, and then finally settled on a sweet tasting berry wine. We walked out onto the patio where the band was playing and found a table off to the side. He poured us each a glass of wine and we sat enjoying the sound of the band and the beautiful scenery the patio offered.

We finished off the bottle of wine. I went to the bathroom while he went in and bought another to go. It was 4:00 and I was starting to get hungry again. When we met back up at the bike, I told him I was hungry. He lifted the flap to the saddlebag and showed me a carefully prepared picnic, complete with blanket. We got back on the bike after he wrapped the bottle of wine in the blanket and fastened the saddlebag.

He pulled into a local park and found a secluded area with a little bit of a view of the lake. He took the blanket with the wine bottle and the lunch and carried it to “our” spot. He handed me the lunch to hold and unwrapped the bottle and 2 wine glasses. He handed those to me to hold as well, and then spread the blanket out on the soft grass. He took the picnic basket from me and put it down in the center of the blanket, then took the wine bottle and glasses. I sat down on the blanket and leaned back. He sat down and fished in the picnic basket for the corkscrew. He opened the wine bottle and poured each of us a glass. Then he started digging through the picnic basket and set our dinner out on the blanket. We ate and talked and drank and enjoyed the view. When we were finished eating, he packed everything back into the basket with the exception of the wine. He poured us each another glass.

He moved in behind me and pulled me to him so that the back of my head was resting on his chest. He draped one arm around me and drank with his other. I sipped my wine and was beginning to feel the affect of the alcohol. I thought that the food would help stop the buzz I was getting from the wine, but it didn’t.

As if not even thinking about it, he started rubbing my nipple softly. I looked back and up at him and he looked as if he were a thousand miles away. So, I settled myself back against his chest again. My nipple was standing erect and hard as he continued to gently rub it through the fabric of my shirt. I didn’t have a bra on, so it was obvious that I was enjoying his touch.

I finished off the last of my wine, and then turned around in his arms. I moved my arms up and unfastened his jeans, then unzipped them. That seemed to bring him back to reality and he blinked and looked down at me.

I pulled his dick out from his jeans and slowly licked on the very tip of the head. He smiled, and then settled back on his elbow, allowing me a little more room to work in. I licked down the shaft of his dick, and then slowly took his balls into my mouth, sucking on them while I was stroking his hardening dick. As I rolled his balls around in my mouth a bit, a sound of pleasure escaped from his throat. He laid the rest of the way back as I licked my way back up the shaft to the tip of his head. I teased around his hole with my tongue then took his dick in my mouth, sliding it halfway in. He moaned a little louder and I slid his dick back out of my mouth, and then licked only around the head again, teasing. I once again took his dick inside my wet mouth and slid it in as far as it would go. I knew that he would love for me to deep throat him, but, there was no way I could take his whole dick in my mouth without gagging. I slowly slide his dick in and out of my mouth as he raised his hips to try to push it in a little further. He reached his hands down and held onto beykent escort my head and pushed my head down and his dick even farther into my mouth. Then back up, and then back down again. As my head was going down, he was raising his hips so that I would take his entire manhood into my mouth. He started moving my head and raising his hips faster as I sucked on that delicious piece of man meat.

He let go of my head, and said in a husky voice, “Turn around, we should both get to enjoy this.”

I let his dick slip from my mouth as I positioned myself straddled over his face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to his mouth as I took his dick back into my mouth. He wasted no time getting down to business as he started nibbling and sucking on my clit. I moaned with pleasure from both the burning desire to have what was in my mouth buried deep inside my pussy and from the tingling I could feel building inside of me. I sucked his dick harder and faster as he caught my clit between his teeth and started grinding it. That sent me mover the edge as my cum ran from my hole. When I felt his body tense up from the orgasm he was about to have, he pulled his dick out of my mouth completely.

“Turn around here you bad little girl,” he said.

I sat up and turned around. My pussy was just a fraction of an inch away from his rock hard dick and I wanted and needed him inside me. He sat up and leaned back against a tree that was next to the blanket. Then he turned me around so that I was facing him. I lifted my pussy as he guided his dick toward my hole. I slowly lowered myself onto it, enjoying the feel of every inch of him as it was buried deep inside me. When he was completely inside of me, I positioned my feet to either side of his hips, squatting. I was pulling my pussy away from his dick. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me onto his dick again, a little harder. Before I knew it, I was riding his dick like it was a bucking bronco and I was the star rodeo rider, bucking and bouncing up and down harder and faster. He took my tit into his mouth and sucked it while I pounded his meat deep inside me, clamping my hole tighter against his dick. He released the one tit, and then moved on to the other, catching the nipple between his teeth and pulling back just a little. I felt myself come to another orgasm and with one final hard thrust, took his hard dick as deep inside of me as I could. My body shook with the spasm of the orgasm.

He lifted me from his still hard dick and sat me between his legs. He stood up, and then reached to help me up. My skirt was up around my waist and my shirt was bunched under my arms. He turned me around to fast the tree that he had just been leaning again, then lifted my left leg as he positioned himself behind me. He hovered his dick at the opening of my pussy and said, “Do you want me to fuck you some more?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Are you sure? Someone might see us.”

“I don’t care. I’m positive.”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard or soft?”

“Hard, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I gasped.

With that, he straightened up to his full height, ramming his rock hard meat deep inside my pussy. I jolted at the sudden feel of him so deep inside of me.

As he pulled his dick back out, he said, “Do you like that baby?”

I couldn’t speak. So, I shook my head yes. He again rammed his dick deep inside of me.

“That’s how you like it, huh?” He said.

I shook my head yes again and he again slid his dick out of my pussy. Before I could catch my breath, he rammed it in again, and then began a steady rhythm of fucking my pussy like it’s never been fucked before. I was clawing at the bark of the tree as he pounded away at me pussy with his rock hard dick, sometimes ramming it inside of me so hard and so deep that I was on my tiptoes. He was kissing the back of my neck and pounding my pussy and I couldn’t have cared less if there was an entire audience watching. He kept pounding and ramming his dick into my pussy as fast and hard as he could and I was faintly aware of the sound of skin smacking skin. Finally when I knew that I could take no more of this wonderful hard fucking, he thrust his dick one more time deep inside of me so hard that my feet left the ground completely and I was being suspended only by his dick inside my pussy.

We stood there like that for a few seconds, and then he bent down just enough for his dick to slide easily out of my pussy. When he was completely out of me, I turned around and knelt on the blanket and pulled his hips toward me. I took his cum soaked dick in my mouth and licked and sucked all of the cum off of him slowly.

When his dick was completely clean of all evidence of our lovemaking, I turned around and sat down on the blanket. He moved in beside me and pulled my head to lie in the crook of his arm. We lay there, him with his pants around his ankles and me with my skirt and shirt both hiked up as far as they would go, watching the sun set over the lake.