Caught in a New Life Pt. 01

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Intro

Monroe Smith had everything pretty well figured out for himself. He was 43, his hair was brown and slightly greying, but his hairline hadn’t really receded thanks to the hair implants he had done about a year back. He had never been a big guy when it came to muscles, but it didn’t really matter all that mattered to him was staying in shape.

While he didn’t bother going to the gym his way of staying in shape was watching what he ate. Junk food never entered his house. As a result, he looked fit, but in a lean way. His eyes had a mysterious grey colour and he had a smile that could charm any woman, something which he had tested over and over. He stood at 6’1″ and was a real womaniser who loved the hunt.

Back when he was fresh out of college, he had started a small software company which had done pretty well. He had been able to sell it for a small fortune to one of the bigger players on the market. He had opted to receive his money in stocks however which had been a good bet as over the few years following his sale, these stocks had tripled in worth.

He was pretty much settled for life which was something else that made it so easy for him to get the women he liked. It was clearly evident when you saw his wife Lena. She was a stunning beauty who really didn’t show her age.

Lena was 31 years old, but if she claimed to be in her early twenties you would probably believe her. Her German heritage clearly showed in the stereotypical blond hair and bright blue eyes. Standing at 5’11” she was an imposing woman, yet despite her length she was very well proportioned. She had long legs, a full firm butt, flat stomach and a pair of D cup breasts. Despite her impressive bottom and breasts, she did still look slender due to her length. Neither of her features looks exceptionally big on her body.

She was Monroe’s second wife. He had divorced his first wife and high school sweetheart about 10 years ago, but their marriage had been bad long before that. Monroe had cheated on his first wife a number of times and Lena knew it. She had had an occasional talk with his first wife and there were no hard feelings between the two women.

When it came to their relationship Lena had no illusions. She knew Monroe had married her because it gave him something to brag about. She in turn also quite enjoyed the fact that he was rich, but apart from that she also liked his charms. She was however cautious when it came to loving her husband. She doubted that he would be able to keep his hands-off other women forever.

If things would go that far she wouldn’t just let herself be brushed aside like what had happened with his first wife. If he wanted to divorce her she would make sure she could keep on living a comfortable life without having to go and look for work.

You could say their relationship was a strange one, but so far it worked out for the both of them. They had been going strong for 9 years so far without incident. Lena did have her doubts about whether Monroe stayed fateful or not, but right now she had no tangible proof of him cheating. She had had her doubts from the moment his ex-wife had warned him, so the doubts were nothing new. Besides as charming as her husband was Lena doubted if he could do better than her, she was a walking wet dream and she knew it.

Chapter 1

It was Tuesday evening which meant Lena was getting ready for her aerobics class. While she didn’t work she certainly kept busy building and maintaining a social life and just generally doing things she wanted.

There wasn’t a day where Lena didn’t do something which had made her a pretty well-established figure among the wives in the gated community, they lived in. Most of them where trophy wives who didn’t really work. The closest thing to Working any of them did was going to charity events and supporting charities they could get behind.

Monroe on his own was also pretty well known in the community, but he was no where near as active as his wife. Most of his days were spent selling and buying his stocks, continuously growing his fortune which was already bigger than what he would probably spend in his life time. At this point hoarding money was just kind of a hobby he really enjoyed.

Apart from hoarding money Monroe sometimes went to the golf to enjoy some sport with his buddies. Meetings and events to gain more insight in the stock market were also on his agenda, and each Friday he went to the local country club’s special events.

On her way-out Lena quickly passed by her husband who was sitting on the couch reading through the latest developments on the market from his phone which was now screen sharing with the huge television screen. Monroe had always been a man of gadgets and he loved the pure ease it brought to his life.

He had always been fascinated by technology and the possibilities it brought. He had foreseen what a big role it would play in the futures which is why he had fatih escort initially started up his software company. As far as he was concerned technology was the future, and most of his investments had been in that market. So far it had only made him even richer. After all technology was an increasing need of everyday life for most people.

These days a good smartphone was all one really needed. He could do his transactions form there, use his social media, watch television, … It was also a device he could take along anywhere he went to do the same things with the same exact ease as at home.

The only real downside to this wonderful device was the rather small screen. Yet with the ease of screensharing these days it only took a few taps to pull it’s screen up on one of the many big flat screens throughout their house, which is what he mostly ended up doing. At that point the device served more like an advanced remote.

After sharing a quick kiss on the lips with his wife Monroe turned around to admire her beautiful figure. It looked perfect in her tight aqua leggings and sports bra which hugged her butt in the best ways while exposing most of her beautiful strong back. His work surely looked gorgeous and even after these 9 years he still couldn’t get enough from looking at her. One thing he certainly didn’t mind spending money on was her. After all he got to enjoy the results of all her fitness classes and stunning sexy outfits she bought.

Now that she was gone however Monroe had the chance to enjoy another hobby of his, watching porn, and more specifically sissy porn. Ever since he came across this kind of porn it had been one of his favourite genres. If someone had described it to him before he stumbled across it on the web, he would certainly have called them gay which was absolutely something he detested.

Monroe was quite homophobic even though he would never really admit it. In today’s society that wasn’t all that accepted anymore. Hell, Lena herself had some friends in the LGBT community and sponsored a number of charities supporting LGBT rights. It kind of hurt that some of his money was going to such things, but there was no way to help it.

While he knew for a fact that most of his buddies thought the same about gay people or faggots like they mainly referred to them, he knew better than to be openly against it. That much had been clear when one of his old buddies his company went bankrupt due to his stance on LGBT rights. Society as a whole had become way more openminded and usually when someone with some amount of power was against such a thing outrage followed.

To Monroe getting off to these sissies wasn’t gay though. The only gay ones were the sissies themselves. After all what kind of self-respecting guy would do such a thing to himself? He had stumbled across this genre of porn by accident when he saw a very pretty fragile looking girl serving a small group of men in the thumbnail.

He had instantly opened the video since pretty weak submissive girls were one of his main fantasies. None of the women he had been with had been like that. They had always been pretty strong-willed which Monroe hadn’t really minded at all, He had used many of them for a night of pleasure regardless. It was a pity that the most stunning women always tended to be strong willed, but that didn’t bother him to much. Just like with Lena he loved having a woman who made all the other men jealous. The sex was pretty great as well even if she wasn’t the submissive toy he would like.

Somewhere during that first video while he had already been consumed by his masturbation and near the edge of an orgasm, he saw one of the men this pretty girl was serving lower her panties. It didn’t really register at first but between her legs was a cock. Well more like a cute little dicklet. You couldn’t really call it a cock. It took a few moments to seep through in his overtly horny brain that this pretty girl was in fact a guy? It didn’t really make sense. When reading the title “Sissy serving me and my friends”. He hadn’t really thought twice about it either. He had just thought that Sissy was the name of the pornstar.

Despite his realisation that the girl was actually a guy in very pretty slightly over the top lingerie he still blew his load to said video. It had confused him a bit at first, yet the next time he wanted to masturbate he had looked up the term sissy again. It was a pleasant surprise when he saw many more thumbnails of very pretty fragile submissive “girls”. Like that a new favourite category was established with Monroe.

These sissies couldn’t really be called guys with any stretch of the imagination anyways and they were often prettier and more outrageously girly than the female pornstars. Their weak fragile looks were just his type. He loved the idea of having someone under his complete control.

A few days back he had gotten a recommendation for a premium site in the mail box he used for his porn subscriptions. After all he wanted to çapa escort keep all that junk and those ads away from his normal life. This recommendation link seemed promising though. It promised to witness the birth of a sissy. Monroe thought that he might as well check it out and subscribe. The subscription fee wouldn’t really hurt him anyways.

At first Monroe was slightly freaked out when the first thing on the site was a photo set of a guy wearing a red lacy thong. Sure he looked skinny, had long hair, but he was still obviously looking at a guy. The next thing was a video of the guy who if he went off the site name was called Sissy Marcy, dancing and singing in his panties, reading a fashion magazine and finally jerking off and cuming in his panties. While the guy looked somewhat effeminate, he was still definitely a guy. His pubes underneath the panties weren’t particularly nice to see.

What followed was a compilation of that long-haired guy cuming in a variety of different panties, all way frillier than the red lace thong he had worn that first day. He also always seemed to have an obviously dirty pair of boxer shorts pulled over his head while he masturbated. Which the text under the video claimed to be his masters. It was still very disturbing with the body hair present, but it was also somewhat hot to Monroe to witness the guy obeying such depravity.

When the next video featured this same guy now completely smooth with a pastel pink heart shaped pubic bush Monroe was sold though. He liked where this was going, and he definitely wanted to see more.

Since that moment Monroe always pulled up this new site. He was pleasantly surprised when a new video had been posted. In this one Marcy was wearing a full set of lingerie just like in the video before that. It was a different set though and once again very frilly, it featured a hot pink thing sticking out of a lacy looking flower of sort. It was quite strange, but Monroe liked what he was seeing. Monroe liked how the guy from the first photo set was really shaping up to be a pretty sissy.

He watched intensely as the guy first modelled the set striking various poses, then the video got cut and went to a scene where he once again pulled a pair of boxers over his head. Much to Monroe’s surprise though the sissy’s hand didn’t go to his cock, instead his finger went up his ass and he started fingering his butthole.

A second surprise came when a white goo squirted out of the pink thing sticking out of the panties. It took a moment but then it dawned on him. The sissy was wearing a chastity cage and masturbating by fingering his ass. Monroe licked his lips as he pulled up that masturbation scene again. It looked like the sissy was well on his way to becoming a hungry butt slut and he loved the new change.

While watching the scene for a second time ferociously stroking his own cock while the fingering sissy played on the big screen, he failed to notice that his wife had come home. He was way too consumed in his masturbation and usually it wasn’t really a worry either.

Normally his wife went to the sushi with her girlfriends after the aerobics class, then they headed to a lounge bar to enjoy some cocktails over some gossip. She usually didn’t come home until after midnight on Tuesday evenings and as a result Monroe wasn’t at all worried about being seen.

Lena on the other hand had exceptionally come home right after her aerobics class. One of her friends had cancelled because her chihuahua had died, another couldn’t stay for the usually sushi and cocktails because she needed to accompany her husband to a big company event right after class, and her last aerobic friend and her had decided that going just the two of them wouldn’t be the same so they would skip until next Tuesday when they were all able to go out after class.

It was needless to say that Lena was shocked when she found her husband jerking off to such a depraved porn. Instead of instantly interrupting however she pulled out her phone and started filming the whole thing. If she was going to accuse him of anything, she needed more proof than just word against word. A video would serve as a good security blanket if he would threaten to divorce her.

Monroe was really starting to build pace masturbating now. He was pumping his cock harder and harder setting his rhythm to the finger blasting of the sissy on screen. He licked his lips imagining it was his cock plunging in that tight looking hungry hole.

Mere minutes later the sissy started moaning even louder into the boxers pulled over her head. Monroe in turn let out a loud grunt and then it happened. A white goo started spewing out of the pink thing in the front of the sissy’s panties at the same time as Monroe grabbed a tissue and emptied his balls into it.

At the exact moment he had started cuming Lena who had quietly stood by and filmed this whole time started screaming. “What the fuck are you doing? What kind of nasty shit are you even jerking off to you fucking sarıyer escort pervert?! God this is so gross! You cum faster for this than when you are fucking your own wife who is by the way a real woman. Are you some kind of perverted faggot or what?!” Lena asked furiously.

The moment his wife had started screaming a wave of panic gripped Monroe. In his panic he pulled his hand away from his cock, but that only ended up with another shot of cum squirting up and hitting him in the face. It grossed him out and made him reflexively wipe it away, only the tissue he was holding was soaked in so much cum that it just ended up covering his face in even more cum. His cock erupted in two last shots, one on his chest and one on his stomach before his orgasm ended completely. With the panic gripping him it hadn’t even felt good. He only felt a harsh sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Fucking hell you even cum on your own face you bastard. Is that it, is that what you dream of becoming pervert?” screamed on as she saw his cock continue to sputter cum. While he wiped his face with the cum filled tissue.

“No please honey, I can explain it. This isn’t what it looks like I swear! It’s…” Monroe started defending himself, but his wife just cut him off.

“I don’t want to hear another word of you and don’t honey me. You disgust me! I am heading to bed and I don’t want to see you again for the remainder of the day. You can sleep in the guest room or wherever, but I don’t want you in my bed.” Lena screamed as she turned around and walked off leaving a defeated Monroe sitting on the couch covered in his own cum.

He tried to set everything straight by shouting after his wife to get a chance to explain himself. “Hon… Lena please wait!” It was in vain though; his wife didn’t turn back she just kept on walking, quickly disappearing out of view while he sat there on the couch defeated and worried, his cum was slowly cooling and drying on his skin.

Without much else to do Monroe grabbed another few tissues and started cleaning himself up as good as he could. There was no way in which he could explain himself to his wife now. Going after her didn’t really seem like a very good idea. Not with how angry she was. He would have to let her anger sink a little before he would be able to have an actual constructive talk with his wife. A talk that didn’t just end with her screaming at him and refusing to listen.

Angry at himself for not being more careful Monroe headed up to guestroom. He took a shower in the adjoined bathroom and headed to bed alone. Why had he not heard his wife come home early? How could he be so stupid as to let her catch him watching something like that? Those were the questions going through his head as he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

The morning after at breakfast Monroe approached his wife to try and straighten out the situation. “Look Lena, about last night.” He started calmly but instantly got interrupted by a harsh cold stare from his wife. It was instantly clear that she wasn’t up for discussion yet.

Lena then just looked back down at her tablet, reading the paper while sipping at her coffee. “Like what you were doing need explaining. It seemed pretty clear to me you perverted fag.” Lena muttered under her breath. Still loud enough for Monroe to hear.

His wife calling him a faggot was what hurt most. It was the last thing he wanted to be compared to. He detested homosexuality let alone being considered gay himself. Jerking off to such a fragile feminine looking thing wasn’t gay right? It couldn’t be, but he knew that it was not a discussion to be having right now with how angry Lena still was.

After her coffee Lena got up leaving Monroe alone to get dressed and head out. Today was the opening of the first LGBT bar near their neighbourhood. A project of one of the charities she supported. She went with somewhat mixed feelings after calling her husband a faggot. She knew it was a derogatory term, but she had been so angry she hadn’t been able to help it. Besides, what Monroe had watched seemed more like some twisted perverted version.

It surely hadn’t been about the love between two people no matter the gender she fiercely supported. It had looked more like a fetish, a mockery of what LGBT stood for and it only made her angrier. There were enough prejudices regarding the LGBT community already that it could really do without the fetishized porn versions.

Lena didn’t really know what to think about it either. She felt cheated on, especially with Monroe’s past and the way in which he had cheated on his ex-wife. She also felt lied to, was her husband secretly gay and had he never told her about it? Surely if that was the case, he could at least have told her. She would have been supportive at least. Then again what she had caught him watching surely was downright perverted.

She tried to put what had happened out of her mind, but she simply couldn’t. The party only barely helped to form a distraction. Maybe she should talk about it to someone, but to who? She didn’t really want to admit she was having relationship troubles to anyone and she certainly didn’t want the fact that her husband was such a perv to get out. After all if she didn’t immediately divorce him then it would be bad for her own reputation as well.

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March 1985: New Orleans

Spring break at last.

My friends and I decided to avoid the crowds in Florida and do some serious partying in the Big Easy. It wasn’t a hard decision given that we spent the two previous breaks in Daytona Beach and had enough of the crazy scene there. Some of my friends preferred older men to the usual selection of immature college guys and I can’t say I blamed them.

As for me, I had dated some men on and off, but I never made any commitments. I was just along for the ride.

But I also had another agenda.

When I found out that we were going to New Orleans, I decided to make amends between Robert and me. He was still at Tulane and it would be easy to arrange something. I felt bad about the last time I saw him. The next few holidays and gatherings, he never showed up with his family. His mother always said he was busy with friends and I didn’t press the issue.

I guess I wasn’t mad at him – I thought some time between us might dim the memory of that night. And, in fact, it did somewhat. I didn’t think about that night as much as I used to and with the sex I was having, I was definitely satisfied. So, by that spring, I was ready to put it behind us.

I got his number from my mother and must have picked up the phone a hundred times before I actually dialed the number.

He seemed genuinely surprised by my call, but his voice didn’t harbor any resentment. I was very relieved at that. I didn’t try to apologize for anything and just told him I was going to be in New Orleans and could I go visit him? He thought it would be a great idea. His break wasn’t the same week as mine and he would be studying for midterms, but he would meet me for dinner in the French Quarter.

As I hung up the phone, I let out a sigh of relief. I really did want us to be friends again like we always were and this seemed like a step in the right direction.

Finally the night came. My friends went off on their adventures and I strolled the streets of the French Quarter to find the restaurant in which we were to meet. It was a beautiful night – the warm air caressed my bare skin as I walked. I could hear the strains of jazz hanging in the humid air and could smell the wonderful smells of French cooking.

For the occasion, I dressed simply. I wore a white skirt, white pumps and a pink, short-sleeved blouse. My hair was curled and was the longest I’ve ever had it. I applied some lip gloss one last time and walked into the restaurant.

Robert picked one of the best restaurants in the city, but I didn’t expect anything less than that since he lived there. I let the maitre-d know whom I was and he led me over to table where Robert was waiting.

His face lit up when he saw me and I smiled back at him.

“Beth! It’s great to see you!” He gave me a quick hug and we sat down.

“You too,” I said. I couldn’t help noticing how great he looked. I realized he had ‘grown up’ a little since the last time we saw each other.

“How’s your break going?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s been fun! Me and the girls have been out drinking every night,” I laughed. “I can’t imagine how you’ve been able to survive living here.”

“It gets old after a while, believe me,” he chuckled. “But we do come into the city every once in a while and let loose.”

We ordered drinks and continued to catch up on things. Neither of us mentioned ‘that night’ or Christmas Eve. Instead it was like old times where we were just cousins hanging out.

“So are you dating anyone?” he asked after we ate.

I stiffened slightly, not wanting to go in that direction, but it was a fair question.

“Um, not really. Just seeing someone now and then,” I said vaguely.

He nodded.

“What about you? Still with Mary?”

“Marie.”

“Right, sorry.”

“No, we broke up last year. I don’t have time for any relationships. School is pretty demanding.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

He let down his façade for just a minute and I saw something there that I was hoping I wouldn’t see and that was lust. I quickly looked away and excused myself to visit feriköy escort the bathroom.

When I got back, he had paid the bill and was ready to go. I thanked him for dinner.

“Now, let’s have some real fun, you up for it?” he asked with a mischievous look in his eye.

I looked at him suspiciously.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

And with that we stepped out into the night.

About an hour later, my head was full of coke and I was flying. Tucked into a back alley somewhere, Robert had found a dance club and we went inside to find it packed with people dancing the night away. He gave me a small packet of coke and I slipped in and out of the ladies room to snort it. In no time, my body was tingling from the rush. Robert and I got out onto the floor and danced to Prince.

My drinking was pacing the coke intake, but I didn’t feel it. I was going wild with the music and the lights. I looked at Robert and he was feeling the same way. I could see the sweat glistening on his face as we moved with the rest of crowd. A couple of times I let myself look at his body straining against his thin, tight shirt. The coke was fueling my lust and I wondered how long I would be able to ignore that.

With Prince’s sexy voice all around me, it was hard to resist that lust. I was surrounded by men and women who were probably just as fucked up as I was. Everyone was a potential conquest, I thought. We were all here to be seen and hopefully picked out for a more intimate encounter in a hotel room or a back seat. I danced with the crowd and wondered what the night held for me, but when I looked at Robert, I began to get an idea of what it would be.

When I started coming down off the coke, I asked him if he had any more. He nodded and followed me off the dance floor. He grabbed my hand and slipped a packet inside of it. I smiled at him and started to make my way to the bathrooms. When I got to the door, I felt him right behind me.

“I’ll be right out,” I said, somewhat puzzled.

“I know, but I’m coming in with you. It’s the last of the coke and I want to share.”

“What???”

“Come on, it’ll be fine. This kinda club – anything goes.”

I gave him a dubious look, but I realized he was coming in, regardless. We slipped inside and no one gave us a second glance. Everyone was too busy either doing coke themselves or primping. We slipped into a stall and I was suddenly aware of how dangerous this situation could be.

“Uh, you sure this ok?” I asked.

“Sure,” he grinned.

We were standing close together and I fumbled to get my mirror out of my purse.

“I’ll take that,” he said and I watched as he emptied the coke onto the glass and began to chop it up with a credit card. Soon the lure of the coke took over and that was all I could think of.

I got the short straw I had in my purse and preceded to snort while he held the mirror. I groaned as the addicting rush hit my system.

“Good, huh?” he asked.

“Hell yes.”

He laughed and I held the mirror for him as he did the same. We passed the mirror back and forth a few times, doing it all. We were oblivious of everything around us. When we finished I licked the mirror and put it away. I was flying so high, I couldn’t think.

We didn’t say anything for a minute as we were each dealing with the incredible high we were on. It was me that finally came to my senses.

“We should get out of here, I’m feeling claustrophobic,” I said in a shaky voice.

“No,” he said, his voice breaking.

I looked at his face. It was flushed red and he was sweating. He had that look again and I realized I was helpless to do anything about it now. He was blocking my exit out of the stall.

“Beth, I…oh fuck,” he said and then his mouth was on me.

I found I couldn’t resist. There was no way I could deny my feelings for him. My arms went around him at the same time his did and we kissed hard. His mouth was so hungry when it sought mine and I was just as hungry for it. My mouth opened and I sucked his gülbağ escort tongue inside. He groaned when I did this and his hands gripped my arms tightly. I pushed my pelvis towards him and felt his hardness pressing through his pants.

His hands slid to the front of me where he gripped my breasts roughly through my shirt. That was too much for me and I broke the kiss and moaned deep.

“I have to see those breasts of yours again,” he growled.

He quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back on my shoulders. He grasped my breasts with his strong hands and began to lick the bare flesh peeking over the top of my bra.

“Oh god, so lovely,” he murmured in between licks.

I was too busy running my hands through his thick blond hair to think of anything else. Oh how I had wanted to do that.

“Let me see those nipples,” he said, pushing my bra up.

My whole body tingled and then convulsed when his mouth took one erect nipple. He sucked it hard and I moaned again.

“You like it hard, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yessss,” I breathed. To be honest, I never thought I did, but with him I wanted him to use me.

“Then tell me.”

“Oh fuck, Robert, bite me!”

He bit down on my nipples and I cried out in ecstasy.

“You like it, don’t you slut?”

I didn’t even flinch when he called me a slut. I loved it!

He moved to the other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth before biting it. I cried out again and urged him on. Meanwhile my hands were sliding down to rub his rock hard shaft through his pants.

“You want that, do you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You want to suck my cock?”

“Oh yes, please,” I practically whined.

He pushed me down on the toilet seat and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and suddenly there it was – right in my face.

“Ok, then suck it, you little whore.”

My body tingled all over when he talked to me like that. I never had anyone call me that, but with him, I didn’t care. It only fueled my excitement. I began to lick his cockhead and he tilted his head back and groaned.

“Oh god, how I’ve waited for this moment.”

I said nothing and concentrated on giving him pleasure. My nipples were on fire from the biting and my mind was racing from the coke. All around us I could hear music thumping and toilets flushing and girls chatting, but I didn’t care.

“Ok, now take it deep. Wrap those lips around me and suck me,” he commanded.

I was more than willing to please him, I opened wide and engulfed his cock in my mouth. I was even able to deep throat him and he marveled at my skill.

“You’re pretty good, aren’t you slut? You’ll have to tell me how many guys you do this with.”

That only inflamed me and I continued to suck and lick his cock. My hand reached up underneath him and I squeezed his balls. He moaned louder and finally pushed my head away.

I looked up at him and I knew what was going to happen next. I was ready.

“Beth, I want to fuck you so bad. Are you on the Pill?”

I nodded.

“Good, now stand up and turn around.”

I did as he asked.

“Lean forward and put your hands against the far wall.”

Again, I did as he asked and spread my legs for him. He lifted up my skirt and began to rub my ass through my panties.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” he asked suddenly.

“Y-yes…yes, I do.”

He laughed harshly and pulled my panties down.

“Ok, now I’m going gonna fuck your brains out, cousin. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

I felt his mouth on my ass as he began to lick it all over. His fingers reached between my legs and began to stroke my pussy. It was already pretty wet.

“Wet already, aren’t you, bitch?”

“Yesssss,” I breathed and spread my legs wide for him. “I want you to fuck me sooo bad.”

He said nothing and continued to rub my leaking cunt and lick my asshole. I moaned and squirmed and begged him over and over to fuck me, but he wasn’t going to do it until he was ready. He pulled my pussy lips kağıthane escort apart and stuck his tongue there. With long slow strokes he began to lap at my sweetness. I shuddered all over.

“You taste heavenly,” he murmured.

He licked and sucked my nectar and I could tell he would have done that all night given the chance, but there seemed to be a sense of urgency in the situation. At last he finished and stood up. I felt his cock brush against my ass then it was pushing against my lips.

“Ok, here it comes, slut. I’m gonna fuck you good.”

With a sudden and brutal thrust he was in. I cried out, not caring who heard, and felt his cock completely fill me up. It felt so fucking good.

“Oh god, you’re so tight, cuz.”

He began to push his cock in and out of me. My body pushed back against him wanting to feel him deep inside me. He grabbed my ass with his hands and squeezed tightly. As he pounded me, my tits shook and quivered only adding to the sensation.

“Finger that clit of yours,” he growled. “I want you to cum hard.”

I reached down between my legs and found my clit hard and poking out. I rubbed it furiously and tried to steady myself. He was fucking me so hard, I had trouble staying balanced.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh,” I groaned as my fingers rubbed. “Robert, fuck meeeeeee…”

He increased the strength of his strokes and I didn’t think I would be able to stand it any longer. He was splitting me in two and I didn’t think it would ever stop. But I was reaching the edge of my self-control. My body was beginning to spasm and my cunt was gripping his cock like it would never let it go.

“Ohhhhh…I’m gonna cum,” I wailed.

“Do it. Cum all over my cock.”

I figured myself faster and suddenly my head exploded in white light as I came. I gasped and moaned. His hands reached around to hold me tight so I wouldn’t fall. I was so far gone at this point I thought I would pass out. All I could feel was his cock pummeling me and all I could hear was his moans as I realized he was cumming too.

He stopped thrusting and held me tight as his cock pumped load after load of cum into my pussy. He murmured my name over and over again. His tough-guy attitude was gone.

Eventually he withdrew from me and I felt his cum running down my leg. I wadded up some toilet paper and cleaned myself up. All the while I wasn’t facing him. I was feeling ashamed and exhilarated at the same time. He cleaned up as well and I heard the zipper of his pants. I straightened out my clothes and turned around to face him.

His eyes shone with such tenderness I had ever seen in him before.

“Oh Beth…Beth,” he murmured and began to kiss my hair.

I allowed myself to be held in his arms and vaguely wondered what was next.

“We should get out of here,” he said. “You’re too good to be in here.”

“Um, ok,” I said, not completely following that statement.

We exited the stall and got several looks and smiles from the girls. I smiled weakly back and we left the club.

It was pretty late, but since it was New Orleans, people were still roaming the streets. And most of them were drunk. I was glad Robert was there for protection.

We were quiet as we wandered down the street. He held my hand loosely and I was too much of in a daze to even think about it.

“Where is your hotel?” he asked.

“It’s right on Bourbon, near, um, Orleans?”

“Oh, ok.”

We made our way over there and found ourselves standing in the doorway of the hotel. Suddenly things seemed awkward. There was no way he could come up – I was sharing a room. And I knew he had a roommate, so it was best we just part ways.

“Can I see you again before you leave?” he asked in a quiet, calm voice.

“Um, I doubt it. We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh.”

We were silent for a moment, each thinking of the next opportunity, but I knew it was silly to do so. If anyone found out, it would be disastrous. We knew it, but couldn’t admit it.

“I should really go inside,” I said. “One of my friends might show up.”

“Yeah, ok. Will you call me when you get back to Pennsylvania?”

“Oh, of course!”

He smiled at me and I melted slightly.

“Ok, then I’ll let you go.”

We stood there looking at each other and he gave me a warm farewell kiss.

“Thank you for tonight,” I whispered and he disappeared into the night.

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This is a continuation of “Morning with the Girls”.

Again, this is a true story, although identifying information and some unimportant details have been changed to protect the people I love. Enjoy.

*

When I got up again, the clouds had dispersed, the cookies were cooling in the kitchen, and Cassandra and Alison were in the midst of a new plan. They were both wearing bikinis, and were in the process of dressing over them.

“It’s sunny out! Let’s go swimming!” Cassandra’s energy was a bit overwhelming after my nap, but I smiled anyways. I threw on a bathing suit and some sandals and followed the two girls outside.

There was a pond about a quarter mile away. When we got there, we waded in. We all sat on a rock near the edge. I was underwater up to my chest, and the two girls were up to their neck. The water was dark, and it was impossible to see more than a few inches down.

“Do you think we will get in trouble if we go skinny dipping?” Cassandra asked.

“We’re pretty secluded here, I doubt anyone would come by anyways,” Alison replied.

That was enough for the both of them, and they stripped of their suits underwater and Alison hung them on a low branch over our heads. As she stood up, her exposed, wet nipples were revealed. They were hard and stuck straight out from her chest. The left one had a water droplet hanging on to it, until a breath of wind blew it off, and covered her skin in goosebumps. Then she show was over, as she dropped herself back into the protecting water.

After ten minutes or so or swimming, and some flirting between the girls, I was sitting on the rock, when I noticed a man walking towards our side of the pond. I took down the girls’ suits and swam over to them. Their smiles faded when they saw the man.

“What if he sees us? And he calls the police?” asked Cassandra.

I looked at the two girls, gorgeous and naked, treading water in the middle of the pond. “I don’t think he can see under the water from there, and anyways, why on Earth would he call the police? I know I wouldn’t be upset to see two beautiful girls skinny dipping if it were me. Anyways, I have your suits.”

Alison laughed, and I handed the two of them their bathing suits under the water. It became quickly apparent that they wouldn’t be able to dress themselves while treading water, so I put my hands on Cassandra’s waist to hold her up in the water. Alison helped Cassandra put her suit on, and then we did the same for her. I slipped my shorts back on, and we made our way back to the edge. As we got out of the water and walked back towards the house, the girls studiously avoided looking at the man, who was now sitting on a rock. He, however, watched them with interest, although I couldn’t tell whether it was because he had seen them before or just because of the way they now looked, dripping wet and bashful in their bikinis. I, for one, took in everything I could as I walked behind them. Cassandra’s ass bounced at every step, making me wish I could pull her suit off and fuck her right there.

Back in the house, the girls stripped in front of me, which I appreciated, and then got in the shower. They thought nothing of showering together, and I could hear them in there, talking and laughing about the man at the pond. I couldn’t imagine being in either one of their positions and deciding to talk rather than do anything else, but I guess that’s a good way to tell that I’m a guy. It seemed they were happy without me, though, so I headed back outside to make a fire.

We made hot dogs by the fire, and then watched a movie in Cassandra’s bed. Towards the end of the movie, I started to rub my hand along Cassandra’s thigh. She looked up at me.

“Not now.”

I gave her a look as if to ask why not, but she just shook her head and went back to watching the movie.

When it was over, she sat up in bed and announced, “I’m tired, I think I’m ready to go to sleep.”

Alison responded. “I’m tired too… I sure could go for a massage.”

Cassandra thought for a second, then said “Me too! Can you give us massages, Christopher?”

Thank God for Alison. I managed a sigh. “Fine, fine. You girls are lucky I’m so nice.”

Maybe they believed that, but probably not. I certainly didn’t. I knew that just about every other guy would love the chance to be in my position. My cock throbbed achingly against my jeans as the two girls took off their shirts and lay face down on the bed. I moved behind them, splitting their legs with each of my knees. I started by putting one hand on each of their backs, rubbing them, and feeling every inch of their bare skin. Then I moved both hands to Cassandra. I’m no professional, but it seemed she was enjoying it. Alison lay quietly for a moment, then piped up again.

“I have oil in my room. Do you want me to go get it?”

Again, florya escort thank God for Alison. I told her yes, and she left for her room. While she was gone, I pulled Cassandra’s pants and panties off, exposing her perfect naked body. She turned her head and smiled at me, and I set back to work massaging her. She moaned happily at the feeling. Alison came back into the room and sat on the bed. She gave me the bottle of oil, and then she noticed Cassandra’s nakedness. She grinned and grabbed a handful of Cassandra’s ass, making her squeak with surprise, and then she pulled the rest of her own clothes off and lay back down on her stomach. Her tight ass was too inviting to resist, and I took one hand off of Cassandra to feel it. I stepped off the bed to take off my jeans and boxers. Then I got back into my position, uncapped the oil, and poured a line of it down each of the girls’ backs. I poured more into my hands and set the bottle next to me.

With one hand on each girl, I started rubbing the oil into their skin — first on their backs, then shoulders, then down to their legs and thighs. I gave special attention to their asses. Alison’s was firm, and Cassandra’s was softer, but to be rubbing my hands over both was heaven. My right hand slipped between Alison’s thighs. They were pressed together, but oil let my hand slip right through. I slid my hand up the inside of her legs until my pointer finger met with her pussy lips. At the contact, she wordlessly spread her legs and picked her ass up off of the bed, giving me a full view of, and access to, her indescribable pussy.

Watching this beautiful, 21 year old blonde offer herself to me was almost too much to handle. Nevertheless, I slid two of my fingers inside her. A moan escaped her red lips and her already-tight pussy squeezed my fingers even tighter for a second, and then relaxed. Alison gyrated her ass slightly, not able to wait for me to start moving my fingers. I watched her pussy slide on my fingers for a moment, and then pushed them in fully, resting my thumb against her pink asshole.

All the while, my left hand was still rubbing my girlfriend. Cassandra had her eyes closed, still unaware of the pleasure of her best friend lying next to her. When I rubbed my middle finger against her clit, though, her eyes opened.

“Hey, that’s not part of a massage…”

Alison turned to face her, her breathing was ragged from my efforts. “It’s so good though, Cassandra.”

Cassandra kissed Alison on the lips, and then looked back at me and winked. She, too, spread her knees apart a bit, and I accepted the invitation. I slid two fingers in her pussy, and circled my thumb against her clit. She moaned and put her head back down on the bed.

The two girls lay on their stomachs, facing each other while I fingered them together. They watched each other’s faces as they seemed to take turn making faces of pleasure and lust. I knew Cassandra well, and was able to bring her to the point of orgasm quickly. She asked me if she could cum, but I stayed silent, still playing with her clit and working my fingers in her pussy. Alison was harder to read; I hadn’t been with her enough to really know what worked best for her. I had learned that morning, though, that she did enjoy when I stimulated her asshole, so I pushed the tip of my thumb against it — not quite enough to push it in — and watched for her reaction. Her breath went out loudly and her eyes widened. Cassandra, who was still watching Alison’s face, noticed her small outburst, but couldn’t see what had caused it. She was distracted though, in the effort not to be overcome with orgasm. She wanted to hold it off until I said yes.

Alison looked like she was embarrassed to be enjoying the feelings I was causing her, as if she didn’t want Cassandra to see, so I let off for a moment. At the same time, Cassandra looked back at me with desperate eyes. I held her gaze for a few seconds, and then nodded. Immediately, she let out a gasp, as if she had been holding her breath. Then she buried her face in the mattress as orgasm racked her body. Her legs clamped shut on my hand as she shook and screamed into the muffling bed.

As Cassandra came, I directed my attention back to Alison. With two fingers still in her pussy, I again pushed my thumb against her ass. She sighed with pleasure, confident now that Cassandra couldn’t tell. I then pushed harder, and the oil covering her ass and my hand let my thumb slide into her until my knuckle was buried. She turned her head back to me, her expression an incredible combination of pleasure and perceived humiliation. I gave her my best attempt at a reassuring smile, and she seemed to understand it. The embarrassment melted from her face and she let out a loud, unabashed moan while I continued to finger her ass and pussy together. cihangir escort She kept watching me, and I looked back, studying her features. The combination of her flushed, pale face, her slightly wavy blonde hair, and her flawless crystal blue eyes made her look like a fairy tale princess — a fairy tale princess whose pussy and asshole were beginning to spasm around my fingers. My still untouched cock leaked precum onto the back of her smooth leg.

Cassandra’s legs relaxed as her orgasm finished. I took my thumb off her clit to let her rest, but continued to slide my fingers, slowly, in and out of her. She wrapped her right arm around Alison’s back and pulled the girl towards her. Alison was either no longer trying, or no longer able to hide her pleasure. She groaned into Cassandra’s mouth as the two girls made out in front of me, their tongues fighting softly.

I watched them for a while, keeping up my rhythmic stimulation of each, while they kissed. To be honest, I was a bit overwhelmed by what I was seeing. I looked down on the naked, oiled bodies of two beautiful, twenty-one year-old girls. One was the girl I loved, and the other was her best friend and roommate, with whom I could not even have imagined doing this only a few weeks prior. They were both moaning and probing each other’s mouths with their tongues. Their torsos were twisted towards one another now, and their hands moved between backs, stomachs, and chests; coating each other’s fronts with oil in the process. All the while, their two shaven cunts were presented to me, slippery and wet from a combination of oil and their own arousal. My fingers plunged in and out of each of them, making soft wet noises with each thrust. Finally, my thumb was entirely buried inside Alison, and the ring of her asshole was squeezing it in rhythm with her moans.

I could feel Cassandra’s body start to build up to a second orgasm, so I held her there and concentrated on getting Alison caught up. My middle finger left her cunt and found her clit, and I quickened my motions, trying to push her body towards orgasm.

Alison was still not quite there when Cassandra looked back at me a second time.

“Can I come again?”

I shook my head, “Wait for Alison.”

But, thanks to her own actions, she didn’t have to wait long. She put her mouth close to Alison’s ear and whispered: “Please come, Alison… please cum for me.”

Those words did for Alison what I had not quite done yet on my own. She opened her mouth and let out a moan, which got louder and turned into words.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-I’mm coming, Cassandrahhh!”

Cassandra moaned too, and the two girls clutched at each other as their bodies took over. Cassandra’s second orgasm was a bit smaller than her first, as it always was, but it still shook her whole body. Again, she crushed my hand with her legs as she shook and whimpered, watching Alison’s face the whole time.

Alison’s orgasm was big. Her cry was cut off as her breath caught in her throat. Her whole body stiffened up slowly, going from tense to completely unmoving. She was held in place, quivering slightly, for at least five seconds, her pussy and ass squeezed around my fingers more tightly than I had ever felt. Then, all at once, she let go. A loud scream forced itself from her lungs and her body writhed. I tried to keep fingering her, but could only manage small movements between the waves of crushing pressure from her contracting muscles. The fingers on her left hand dug into Cassandra’s back, but neither of them were in a position to notice.

Then, Alison’s leg happened to rub against my all but forgotten cock. I was amazed to feel the beginnings of an orgasm bubble up inside me. I held it down, though, not wanting to surprise the two wonderful girls Beneath me with an uninvited spray of my cum.

Eventually, the screams subsided, the moans quieted, and both girls were still, but for their heaving chests and pounding hearts. I withdrew my fingers — when I pulled my thumb out, Alison’s eyes widened slightly one last time — and they each rolled onto their backs. My cock still throbbed, but I was tired too, especially my arms, so I lay on my back between them: Alison on my left, Cassandra on my right. I put my arms around them and pulled them in. They each curled up against me, and I could feel their heartbeats against my side. We lay still for a few minutes. Cassandra nuzzled into my neck, and Alison ran her fingers lazily across my chest.

I had thought Cassandra was asleep, but then I felt her small fingers wrap themselves around my still-hard cock. She whispered in my ear: “I want to make you cum now.”

She started to stroke me, but she was so tired that she could barely keep it up. Oh Cassandra, even when totally drained, she still wanted badly to make mecidiyeköy escort me happy. I kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I don’t need to come tonight. I feel pretty lucky already.”

That was true. For the first time I could remember, I was perfectly happy to ignore my aching desire. Lying there as I was, with a satisfied, adoring girl in each arm, I felt like a king. I could feel Alison’s lazy kisses on my shoulder and neck, her hand stroking my chest and exploring my abs. Cassandra’s hand was unwrapped from my cock, now cupping my balls, her fingers lightly brushed against my perineum. Both of their bodies were warm and soft against mine, and each of them had her leg wrapped around one of my own.

But Cassandra wouldn’t accept my answer. “Can you jerk off for us?”

Alison looked up at me, smiling. “Oh yess,” she said. “That would be really hot.”

That was enough to convince me. I took my arm out from around Cassandra and started to stroke my cock while they watched. My other arm was still around Alison, and I pulled her body into me harder, feeling her naked skin against mine, especially the soft press of her breasts on my side. Alison responded by grinding against me, and her hand left my chest. She giggled when her fingers ran into Cassandra’s when she tried to feel my balls.

Cassandra giggled too, and she moved her hand down, letting Alison cup my balls while she rubbed her fingertips at their base. I could hear them each whispering.

Alison was seemingly talking to herself: “Oh my God. Oh my God. That is so hot…” I was surprised at how much she liked to watch. She was still rubbing her body on me, and I could feel wet pussy grinding against my leg.

Cassandra was definitely whispering to me, though. Her words never stop, and she talked about everything, from how much she loved me, to how she wanted to watch me fuck Alison’s ass someday, and for Alison to watch me fuck hers. All this came from the mouth of a girl so innocent looking that nobody who saw her walk by would even suspect that she wasn’t a virgin.

All the while, my nerves were being overwhelmed the touch of these two naked women. It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling to start welling up again.

“I’m going to come, girls,” I gasped.

Cassandra was ready, and she rushed down to kneel between my legs. Alison watched, amazed, and still cupping my balls, as I gave my cock to Cassandra, and she took it into her mouth. I put her hand on top of her head while she sucked me over the edge.

I felt the first stream of cum gush from my cock into my girlfriend’s mouth, but the feeling was still building. I pulled Alison against me with all my strength with my left arm, trying to feel her entire naked body at once. I could hear her speak.

“Oh God, Christopher, come for us. This is fucking amazing.”

My other hand was pushing down on Cassandra’s head, but she was ahead of me. She had my entire eight inches buried in her throat, and I could feel her tongue still moving at the base of my cock. Her fingertips were pushed lightly against my perineum, and Alison’s hand still cupped and caressed my tightening ball sack.

After the first gush, my cum stopped for a couple seconds until the welling up reached its peak. It stayed that way for an instant, which felt like forever. Then the release came. I felt like my body was emptying through my cock. All my muscles flexed with each pump of cum that left me. Cassandra, already having proven her status as the greatest girlfriend alive, cemented it by dutifully keeping my cock down, holding her breath while I filled her mouth and throat with cum. Alison, proving to be quite the voyeur, breathed hard and ragged in my ear, enjoying my orgasm — and Cassandra’s talent — almost as much as I did.

After a glorious eternity, the spurts stopped coming. Cassandra waited until I was still before sliding her lips slowly up and off my cock. She swallowed her mouthful, took a couple of deep breaths, and grinned up at me. She was the only girl I had ever met who seemed to get more enjoyment out of my pleasure than her own. She crawled back up and curled against me again. Alison’s hand was still on my balls. My arms, simultaneously jelly and lead, draped around the two of them.

“Thank you, girls,” I managed in a tired whisper. “That was amazing.”

Cassandra gave me a somehow-innocent look. “Did I do a good job?” she asked. I smiled at her and nodded, and she smiled back, satisfied and proud.

Alison propped herself up on her elbow. She looked seriously from me to Cassandra. Finally, she spoke: “You two are the greatest couple ever. I’m glad I met you.” Then she lay back down.

Cassandra and I laughed. “I’m glad we met you too, Alison.”

Cassandra found the blankets and pulled them up over the three of us. I held both girls close against me and listened to them breathe. Their breaths eventually softened and lengthened as they each drifted off to sleep.

*

That’s the end of that day, one of the best I’ve ever had. I hope I’ve done a good job putting it in writing. As always, I’d love to know what you think.

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I had known Mandy for most of her life, both of us growing up in the same Catholic community. I was eleven years her senior, and looked up to her dad, Martin, who was active in the Church and had agreed to sponsor me when I was going through the teenage ritual of Confirmation. At 25, having just graduated law school, I was in St. Louis taking a bar prep course when it was announced that the Pope was coming for a visit. My hometown church, some three hours south, had acquired eight tickets, and I applied for one, thinking some divine intervention would serve me well. Arriving alone at the convention center at 6 a.m., I felt quite lonely until the other seven arrived about an hour later. Mandy, then fourteen at the time, was the only teenager among a group of forty-plus others who had received a ticket, took a seat by me, and I noticed for the first time what a lovely young lady she was growing into. She was quite mature for her age, and I much enjoyed our conversation and time spent together as we waited for the Pope to arrive.

Successful passing of the bar and an offer to work in Columbia landed me a bright future as an attorney. After four years of hard work, I landed a small partnership in a firm which afforded me the luxury of my first real house near the local state college campus. Shortly thereafter, I got a call from Martin, advising me that Mandy, now eighteen, was to begin her freshman year of college in Columbia, and asking that fulya escort I keep an eye on her, as she would be all alone for the first time and five hours from home. He told me they would be arriving in a few weeks to move her into her dorm room, and I gladly offered my assistance. It had been four years since our last visit, and when I saw her, I had to contain myself taking in the beauty of her tight, athletic, firm body attired in a tight, form-fitting grey Mizzou T-shirt and ass-hugging denim shorts.

Her interest in pursuing a career in law was a wonderful topic of conversation for us, and it wasn’t long until I offered her the opportunity to earn some spending money while working a few hours a week at the firm. My attention and focus was quite distracted when she appeared in her professional, yet sexy, business attire. I was often out of town on business, and when I extended her the offer to house-sit and take care of fifty gallon aquarium, she quickly accepted and made herself quite at home.

As the months wore on, I assigned her more work and told her my home, which was much closer than my office, was open and accessible to her. She spent quite a few evenings at my house, and I often had dinner and drinks available for her so we could spend more time together. She also worked on the weekends, and never seemed to have much of a social life. I pressed her on the issue, and she told me that between bomonti escort studies and work, she had little time for social activities.

I finally told her I was leaving for the weekend on a Friday afternoon and needed her to house-sit. Instead, I went to my local watering hole and worked up the courage to head back to the house about 7 p.m. with steaks, wine, and all the dressings and an excuse about my trip being canceled. I found Mandy in some relaxed, but sexy looking loungewear and none too disappointed about the situation.

Dinner was great and I kept the wine flowing. Afterwards, we relaxed in front of my big screen for a movie on HBO. Soon, her head was resting on my shoulder and my left arm was around her. As we watched the movie, I began to hold her tighter and watched as her right hand grasped my left leg and squeezed me gently, moving closer to my groin. Finally, I turned her chin towards me and enveloped her in a slow, sensual kiss and caress. She responded in kind, moving up to my now hard cock and squeezing my now swollen member as I moved to her neck with slow, sloppy, sucking and embrace.

We moved to the master bedroom, where I took in her beauty as we removed each other’s clothing. Her buoyant breasts, smooth silky skin, and trimmed bush heightened my desire for her. After removing my briefs, she quickly went down and engulfed my hard member, taking me in her luscious mouth kurtuluş escort as I caressed her scalp. She looked up at me with my member pulsing between her lips, searching for approval and a sign of satisfaction. I groaned in delight, holding back my impulse to spray her throat with jism and pulled her up to me and laid her on the bed.

As I moved down to take her breasts to me, she moaned and squirmed underneath. I traveled further, taking in her wonderful fragrance, and settled on her trimmed, yet beautiful, black bush. I extended my tongue through her lips and up to the swelling bed of her clitoris. She moaned in pleasure as I grazed her bud back and forth and spelled out the alphabet on her swelling clit. Her hands pushed me into the center of her sex, and she groaned and moaned in pleasurable delight as I brought her to a screeching climax. After she settled down, I moved up and placed my swollen member between her lips and pushed forcefully into her. She bellowed in delight as I hit bottom and began an all-embracing in and out thrusting into her tight orifice. After several minutes, she bucked her hips hard and bellowed out in orgasmic release. I held out as long as possible, but was soon depositing my load into her deep chasm. We settled down into sweet, slow caresses, and it wasn’t long before I felt myself rise up and our second wave of passion swept over us.

I woke up the next morning with Mandy deep-throating me to a state of full hardness. She quickly moved up and mounted me, extending her breasts for my enjoyment. We rode each other to another wave of pleasure and she came on my cock just before I filled her womb with my seed. As we came down off of our sexual high, she said, “Thank God for the Pope.” Thank God indeed.

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The two women lay in a steaming mess, their bodies twitching. The humid air hung all around them. Tara could feel her legs beginning to go. She found the willpower to prise herself off Fay and collapsed at the far end of the bed, staring at her in disbelief. They saw their exhaustion reflected in each other’s gleaming faces. For a while they were silent, drawing in huge lungfuls of air. Eventually Fay hauled herself upright and lifted Tara to her knees. “Can I have your number?” Tara giggled. She fell against Fay’s shoulder, and her partner rocked her soothingly in her arms.

“God, you’re incredible,” Tara whispered at last. “You really are.”

Fay kissed her on the temple. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She was still for a moment before she toppled back onto the bed, taking Tara with her. They lay side by side, easing the burden of their tired limbs. Fay gathered a strand of Tara’s hair and twirled it as she gazed deep into her eyes. Gradually their breathing slowed and they took each other under the shoulders. Tara strained forward, her mouth yearning for another kiss. Fay held off, teasing her for a moment, before she accepted. Their wet, slippery tongues probed each other’s throats. Tara wrapped one leg round Fay’s hip and clung to her like a limpet as they made love, their sweat gluing them together.

Tenderly she lowered Fay to the bed. “Can you lie on your front for me?”

“What have you got planned?”

“Nothing crazy,” Tara assured her, giving her a peck on the cheek. Her promise was slightly broken once she had Fay spread out for the taking. Without warning she pounced on her, sinking her teeth into her upper thigh. Fay’s yelp didn’t put her off her stride; she moved up her bum until she reached her arsehole and pressed her entire face into it. The laughter from Fay turned into a moan of appreciation as Tara got to work with her tongue.

“You little pervert…!”

Tara mumbled her agreement, her head swirling from side to side. She kissed her arse several times and then withdrew, but she was far from finished. Running her hands up Fay’s spine, she marvelled at the film of sweat on her back: it shone brightly in the lamplight, as though her body had been oiled. She had made love to her all night and still not grasped what a bombshell she was. She lay on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and kissed her all the way up to her neck. Then she felt under her torso, grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. The pulse of excitement in her pussy was matched by her partner’s trembling frame. They both had more to give.

“Fay,” she whispered, gnawing at her cheek. “How’s your pussy feeling?”

“Jesus, you should know! You’ve felt it more than I have.” Shifting her weight a little, she looked over her shoulder at Tara. “It’s sore. But it’s good for another go.”

“I was thinking, you see. That mirror’s been sitting over there for ages and we’ve hardly used it. What if we both stood in front of it… and you had another play? Would that be OK with you?”

A smile crept over Fay’s face. “I thought you’d got bored of watching me by now.”

“No way. Besides, if you start to get tired — you know, if your legs are getting weak — I can give you a helping hand.” Her fingers wandered south as she spoke: only as far as Fay’s midriff, but it was enough to produce a little tremor in her hips.

“You are such a fucking tease.” Tara levered her off the bed and kissed her, still cupping her breasts. She guided her gently across the room to the dusty mirror. Its frame was big enough to encompass them both as they took up position. Seeing herself for the first time in an eternity, Fay gasped. “Geez, I look fucked. I know I should, but still…” She ran a hand through her mop of greasy hair.

“You look beautiful,” Tara declared, resting her head on her shoulder. Fay reached back and squeezed her elbow gratefully. They examined their reflections in the mirror. The light cast long shadows over their sticky, aching bodies. Tara nudged a little closer, soaking up the sexy contrast of their skin tones: her pale white next to Fay’s light brown. With her left hand twirling Fay’s nipple, she lowered her right until it was hovering above her crotch. “Fay,” she murmured in her ear, her voice a seductive whisper.

“…Uh-huh?” That was the best Fay could manage under the circumstances. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was laboured.

“Have you ever tried to draw it out? You know, when you’re playing… make it as slow as you possibly can?”

Fay shook her head. “Come on. I don’t do slow. If I tried, it’d drive me crazy. It’s bad enough the way you lick my pussy…” She trembled on the balls of her feet as Tara probed downwards. Her fingers came to rest on Fay’s clit and rubbed it lightly.

“You liked it, didn’t you? The way I licked your pussy?” The dirt tumbled out of Tara’s mouth so naturally that it was almost disconcerting. She pressed her lips to Fay’s throat and inhaled, keeping her yearning for more. When she felt Fay’s hand bursa escort close around hers, guiding the movement of her fingers, she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Still holding her by the breast, Tara dug into her throat and stayed there, coating it in warm, sloppy kisses. Fay watched her in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and attentive. She lurched back into Tara’s arms, and was held.

Tara felt her own pussy tingle with excitement as Fay’s luscious bum knocked into it. She ground back ever so slightly, making sure that the focus was still on her partner. She lifted her foot and ran it along the top of Fay’s, stroking her toes. By now her hand was being worked at full pace. Together their flattened palms became a blur of motion. Fay suddenly lunged towards the ground, her legs wide apart. She let out a frustrated animal grunt. “Fuck, Tara… You are going to make me come so fucking hard.”

“I know I am,” Tara said matter-of-factly, nuzzling at her hair. “I just don’t know what’s keeping you. I thought you didn’t do slow?” She leaned into Fay with her full body weight, squeezing her breast. Fay stuck out an arm and grabbed the side of the mirror to steady herself. Her hips strained forwards, as though she wanted to fuck her own reflection — but it was the two of them, together, that she was staring at.

Tara was watching too. She saw Fay dissolve in front of her, chest heaving desperately. “Oh, God…!” she squealed, gazing at herself at point blank range. Her legs shook and her hair fell into her eyes as she came with the loud abandon that Tara loved her for. The two of them bent towards the mirror until they were almost touching the glass. Tara clung on, feeling Fay’s clit pulsate beneath her fingertips. When the last of her orgasm had been expelled, Fay came to a quivering halt. Tara carefully lifted her fingers off her crotch. She wrapped both arms around her waist and kissed her between her shoulders.

“Any time, lovely,” she purred. “Any time.” They hung together, basking in the heat. Tara brought her right hand slowly to her lips and sucked off the trace of Fay’s pussy, rolling her tongue around each finger. They exchanged knowing smiles, and Fay cleaned up when it was her turn. She stroked Tara’s arm, sighing in contentment, before she was hit by a sudden attack of cramp. With a wince she staggered backwards. Tara took her arm and guided her to the bed, where she sank down gratefully.

“OK, that’s it,” she announced. “I’m done. Pussy’s in shutdown mode.” She eased open her spasming legs. “God, look at it!” The hood was bulging outwards and the tissue beneath was a bright pink. “That’s gonna need a rest.”

Tara bent down, took her by the shoulders and kissed her forehead. “So are you. You earned it. I hope you had a good time.”

Fay looked up at her, a determined twinkle in her eyes. “No worries there. Right back atcha. The difference is, yours isn’t over yet. Come here.” She grabbed Tara and hoisted her onto her lap, kissing her with a force that belied her weakened state. They drew closer, until Tara’s legs were fastened around Fay’s back. She clung to her, enjoying the feeling of being cradled. Fay ran her fingers tenderly down Tara’s shivering spine. She broke off and stared her partner in the eye, forehead wedged against her glasses. “Are you ready to have a play too? ‘Cos if you need a helping hand… I’m here for you.”

Tara breathed in sharply. She glanced down at her crotch, then up at Fay. “Yeah, I might need you. I mean, it helps — having you around.” As they kissed again, she was rocked by an impatient surge from Fay’s hips. She didn’t want to waste any more time. Holding Tara by the waist, she edged forwards off the bed. For a moment Tara thought she was going to lift and carry her, and the idea made her pussy throb. Instead Fay lowered her gently to the floor, maintaining her grip carefully until she was spread out on the carpet. She sat back against the foot of the bed, and beckoned Tara to her. “What are you up to?”

“You’ll see. Scoot round the other way, and come back to me.” Feeling like a beached whale, Tara did as she was told. Fay was waiting for her with outstretched legs, tapping the space in between. She reached for her torso and guided her the rest of the way until she was nestled neatly in the gap. Tara settled back and realised what this manoeuvre was in aid of. The mirror they had stood before was now positioned at a sideways angle, giving a perfect view of their bodies — except that their legs covered up the area they were going to be focusing on. It was well within reach, but just out of sight. Fay leaned in to Tara’s ear. “Does this work for you, hon?”

Tara nodded, suddenly unable to speak. Fay gathered her hair, draped it to one side and kissed her on the nape of the neck. Her lips lingered on the damp skin, absorbing the heat and texture. She massaged Tara’s biceps, then worked her way inwards, playing gently with her breasts. Her hands roamed in and out of every curve and contour. bursa escort bayan “Don’t mind me, OK? I’m just gonna feel you up for a bit.”

“No problem.” Tara leant back on Fay’s shoulder and watched her grope her way down her torso in wide sweeps. Her touch was so casual, like she was inspecting her property. Tara felt another longing twinge in her pussy. She reared forwards, groaning under her breath. It didn’t go unnoticed. Fay waited for her body to subside before she carried on. She lowered her grip to Tara’s thighs and began to rub them as though she were easing the tension in them, when she was doing just the opposite.

“Tara,” she said at last, in an innocent, girlish voice. “I know you haven’t got a one-track mind like me. You don’t just spread your legs and pig out the second you feel horny. But even if you’re careful about it… I bet you’ve had some risky wanks now and then. Haven’t you?”

“You, um… could say that,” Tara muttered, her voice scratchy. She watched Fay lift a finger to her mouth and slowly wet it, staring at her in the mirror. “There were a couple of times I did it in places where I shouldn’t have.”

“Mm, that’s interesting.” Fay delved between Tara’s legs and started to tease her. “So what happened, then? No, wait a minute, first things first — did you get it done?”

“Uh-huh. Both times.”

“Good girl.” Fay kissed her on the cheek. “Tell me all about it. I’ll be busy, but don’t worry, I’m listening.” Her finger orbited in decreasing circles until it slipped inside Tara’s pussy. The reaction was immediate, and stronger than she was expecting. Tara shuddered, her thighs flexing. She stretched her legs out in front of her, bending them at the knee. Fay did the same, so that she was encompassing her from head to toe. She leant against her and breathed gently on her neck as she listened to her confession.

“Well, the first time… I was out in the country, on a long walk. I was on a path going through this forest, there was no one around, and I really, really wanted to masturbate.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” said Fay in an understanding voice as she worked her finger deeper into Tara’s cunt. “So what did you do about it?”

“I walked over to a tree and leaned on it. I lifted my dress, dropped my knickers — “

“All the way?”

“Yep. They were hanging round my ankles. I stood there and fingered myself. It only took a couple of minutes. I kept glancing up and down to see if anyone was coming. Besides me, anyway.” Fay gave her a cheeky nudge in the ribs. “I had a really good orgasm, but it was louder than I expected. I put my hand over my mouth, but the sound still went a long way. I got my breath back, pulled up my knickers and walked on.”

“That sounds simple. What was the trouble?”

“Nothing — except, round the next bend…” Tara breathed out heavily, squirming as Fay hit a sensitive spot inside her. “I met this couple who looked as though they’d been hanging back deliberately. They tried to play it casual, but as I went by the woman stared at me — and I swear, the look on her face… She knew.”

“Yeah, I’ve had that look before. Always from other women. She wouldn’t have minded, though. You probably made her day. You ever done it outdoors — you know, gone the whole way?”

“No!” Tara giggled. “What do you think I am? Besides, the climate doesn’t help. I’d probably die of exposure, if I hadn’t died of shame already.”

“You should come to my place some time. You can walk for two days in every direction without meeting a soul. We could go for a very long picnic. Anyone came along, I’d kick their arse, don’t worry.”

Tara smiled. “Thanks for the invite.” She fidgeted on the floor as she shifted her weight, her arousal temporarily forgotten. It soon returned, however, the signs becoming audible as Fay’s finger squelched around in her pussy. In the mirror she could see her forearm working away, muscles straining all the way up to her shoulder. Her focus and determination were every bit as sexy as the subject they were discussing. Without being asked, Tara moved on to what she knew Fay wanted to hear.

“The other time was way more risky. I was sitting in a car, in a supermarket car park, with all these people coming and going.” That certainly piqued Fay’s interest. She raised her eyebrows. “It wasn’t just a random thing. I’d been turned on all day, it was driving me crazy. I needed to get it out of my system…”

Fay angled Tara’s head towards her. “It’s all right, Tar. I won’t tell.” She kissed her, feeling her body seethe with desire. “What did you do about it this time?”

Tara looked back at their reflections as she spoke; it felt natural, unburdening her inner self when her outer was on display. “I stuck my hand down my jeans and tried to get myself off, but it wasn’t working. I didn’t have enough room. So…” She swallowed, the memory mixing with the adrenaline of what was happening to her now in a potent cocktail. “I undid görükle escort bayan them and pulled them down to my knees. God knows how, I had to lie flat on the seat and wiggle like crazy. I thought I could rub myself through my knickers, but they were getting in the way, so they came down as well.”

“Wow, you really went for it, didn’t you?” Fay marvelled.

“It was just…” Tara waved her hands in the air, trying to express herself. “It was one of those times where you have to do it properly. I was really getting into it and then someone came by. I don’t think they saw me, but I grabbed a blanket out of the back and put it over my lap. I felt safer after that, but…” She shook her head in disbelief. “The way I went for it, anyone who looked in would have known. I was rubbing so hard I thought my hand was going to drop off.”

“What was your orgasm like?”

“Big. Y’know, eyes rolling, head back… it felt so good. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn’t dare. I was still on lookout. I’d only just finished when I heard a noise behind me and my mum was there putting shopping in the boot! I had to pull everything up as fast as I could. She could tell something was odd about me when she got in. Thank God, she didn’t know what.”

“They say mums can always tell, but not about that!” Tara murmured her agreement. Fay kept on fingering her, rubbing her head gently against Tara’s. “So tell me,” she said eventually, “compared to those two… what do you think this one’s going to be like?” Tara stiffened, her gaze fixed on the mirror. “All this time you’ve been getting wetter and wetter. It’s all over your pussy now.”

Tara took a deep breath, her thighs bending inwards. “Are you surprised?”

“No.” Fay nibbled at her ear. “I knew you’d get turned on. You like taking risks. That’s what does it for you. You took a big one with me — and it paid off, didn’t it?” She gave Tara a huge smack on the cheek, and their smiles in the mirror were so wide they almost broke it. “You needed something to get you going. It’s nice and safe in here, just the two of us. No-one’s ever going to know — unless…” She turned her head slowly towards the door.

“Unless the others got fed up being at home, and they picked now of all times to come back. Imagine that! The moment they stepped through the door, they’d know. Our clothes are right there at the bottom of the stairs — shoes, shorts, undies, the lot. They’d know exactly what we were up to.” She now had so much lube in her hand that she could slip a second finger into Tara without any trouble. Feeling her body tremble, Fay drew her legs in tighter, making sure she held onto her.

“If they came up here and burst in on us, naked like this — I’d have to put my hands up and say, ‘Fair cop.’ Wouldn’t you?” Tara chuckled nervously. Fay lowered her voice as she nuzzled against her throat. “I wouldn’t, though. I’d keep my hands exactly where they are. If they had a problem with that, I’d just tell them the truth: I’ve got a beautiful girl in my arms, I’ve fucked her all night, and now I’m going to get her off again. Nothing else matters.” She felt the walls of Tara’s pussy shudder round her fingers. Her own hips nudged forward, enveloping her a little more.

Tara was captivated by the image in the mirror. By now Fay was outright molesting her, left arm tucked under her breasts while the right pumped hard at her cunt. The sound she was producing, wet and sticky, resonated in their ears. Tara felt a shot of electricity surge through her crotch, building between her thighs. Her bum scraped the carpet and Fay steadied her. Carefully she eased their bodies back so they were supported by the bed frame, and resumed her gentle petting. She had her fingers locked in position, slowly massaging up and down. The upward thrust of Tara’s pelvis to meet her strokes reassured her that it was working. “Gonna be good!” she murmured in her ear.

Fay kept up the pressure with her pistoning arm, and all of a sudden Tara let out a loud, indulgent groan. The last barrier facing her, her own self-awareness, dropped away as she felt her orgasm rise inside her and realised this was something else. The sensations were more intense than she had ever known. She couldn’t shy away from it; she was going to let it all out, and she wanted Fay to share it. Her heartbeat increased as she stared at the look of determination on her sweating features. The spot that Fay had zeroed on became more and more sensitive, until it was a shard of pleasure, digging into her. She turned towards her lover, reaching up to stroke her face. “Oh God, Fay… Fay…”

“I’m here.” They stared at each other in silence for a moment as Tara dissolved in Fay’s arms. Then, throwing caution to the wind, Fay grabbed her and kissed her hard. The shock of it was all Tara needed to tip her over the brink. Her climax welled up through her body, to her fingers, toes and her thumping head, and met its match in Fay’s protective embrace. With nowhere to go it raged inside her. Her desperate cries echoed down Fay’s throat as the kiss continued with unabated passion. The tingling in her toes made them flare upwards, but they were met with the soothing touch of Fay’s, working their way into the gaps. Pacified, she sank to the floor and let the whole dizzying sensation wash over her.

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ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THIS STORY ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.

***

It’s a hot summer day in Dallas. Isaac and his roommate, Devin, are sitting in the living room, sweating in the sweltering heat, hoping the feeble air from the ceiling fan cools them down. Isaac grew up in the suburbs of Arlington, moving to Dallas with his childhood friend, Devin, when they both decided to go to college in Dallas. Isaac was pale, freckled, and short. Devin, taller than Isaac and black, made them seem like polar opposites. They had been through thick and thin growing up, having been in the same classes and on the same sports teams, and now they’re roommates.

Isaac was watching a basketball game on their living room TV, relaxed on the couch opposite to the TV. Devin sat on the other couch, relaxed, arms spread out. Devin turned to Isaac.

“Dude, I don’t get how you’re wearing jeans today. It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack right now,” said Devin. Devin was wearing basketball shorts, and he scratched an itch on his thigh. “Least I was smart enough to wear shorts.”

“Yeah, honestly, I’m starting to wonder the same thing myself,” replied Isaac. “I probably should get some water or something unless I want to die here.”

Isaac got up from the couch, grunting (and they said back pain was supposed to start when you’re old?), and made his way to the kitchen. He searched the cabinets for a glass for some water when he heard Devin walk in. Isaac turned to the sink to start filling his glass.

“Sorry, I need some water too,” said Devin. He went to reach around Isaac for a glass from the cabinet. While reaching, he placed a hand on Isaac’s lower back. Isaac flinched. It wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary, but Isaac felt Devin lingered his hand there on the small of his back for a bit too long before he moved to Isaac’s side and filled his glass with cold tap water.

“So, how’s life been. Seeing anyone?” asked Devin.

“No, haven’t had any luck.”

“Damn, not even with Melissa?”

“No, I ended up calling that date off,” muttered Isaac, a bit sheepishly. Devin’s eyebrows raised for a quick second, looking intently at Isaac.

“Did you chicken out? You’ve been talking about her for months man!” Isaac started to nod.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Isaac said, looking at his glass before taking another drink. “Something just didn’t feel right with her.”

“Was she actually crazy or something?” interrupted Devin. He took a drink. “You’re a good-looking guy man; don’t beat yourself up.” Devin saw Isaac not paying attention to him, so he reached and grabbed Isaac’s cheek to turn Isaac toward him. Isaac recoiled slightly, but not too much. “You gotta work on that self-confidence.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Isaac sighed. He went to go back to the living room, but their kitchen wasn’t suadiye escort exactly the largest, so Isaac had to squeeze past Devin a little to get out of the kitchen. Devin, for some reason, decided not to try and move out of the way for Isaac, so Isaac had to sideline his way out of the kitchen. But, as he did that, he felt himself brush against Devin’s thighs in the cramped space. Isaac started as he felt something on his rear. “Whoa! Jesus man!”

“Ah, shit sorry,” cried Devin. Devin reached out and grabbed Isaac’s hips to push him away. “It’s just been a while since I got any action, and I’m just thinking about Melissa. She definitely fits that hot, crazy chick type.”

Isaac awkwardly laughed, uncomfortable with this whole last few minutes.

“It’s no big deal, just, you know, didn’t expect that on my way out of the kitchen,” replied Isaac. “Ah, damn, I probably should go back to watching that game!”

“Oh, fuck!” Devin quickly chugged the rest of his water.

Isaac and Devin both tried to shimmy their way out of the kitchen, but they both ended up at the door at the same time. As Isaac tried to move out into the hallway, he felt himself pressed in front of Devin again. Devin still was hard, and they got stuck for a second. Isaac did not like this one bit as he felt Devin grab his sides again as they both moved for air, so to speak.

“Damn, man, we’re gonna miss the game!” Devin complained mischievously. “Get out of the way!” Devin pressed himself into Isaac’s back, trying to covertly rub himself on his roommate’s bottom.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” asked Isaac, finally making his way out to the hallway. “You’re being fucking weird.”

“I wasn’t doing anything! I was trying to push you out so I can see the damn game!”

“It felt like you were—”

“I was what?”

Isaac shut his mouth, sheepish.

“Uh… you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Um, it doesn’t matter.”

They both made their way back to the living room on their own couches. Isaac didn’t say much, but when he went to look out the window at some noise he heard, he happened to notice that Devin still had a hard-on. Devin caught Isaac looking out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t want to make it obvious.

“Man, Melissa’s got me going today,” started Devin. “To think I can finally have my shot with her. Hot, crazy, scary. Damn. That’s something right there.” He scratched his thigh again, but a little bit closer to his crotch and for a little longer than Isaac would deem normal.

“Yeah, Melissa sure was something. Maybe I should try and take another shot,” said Isaac. Devin’s hand slowly started moving up his leg when the TV started going on the fritz.

“Ah, hell!” yelled Isaac. He got up to go and look at what might have messed with the TV when he yakacık escort heard Devin get up too. Next thing he knew, Isaac saw Devin’s big arms wrap around his chest and he felt Devin start pressing himself on his bottom, hard-on rubbing on his ass.

“Holy shit??? Dude, what the fuck??? Get off!” cried Isaac, taken by surprise. He tried to move away, but Devin was on him like a vice. Devin let out a satisfied sigh and a little grunt as he thrust himself once.

“You know, man, from behind you kinda look like Melissa,” said Devin, words beginning to roll of his tongue dripping with lust. “I just had to grab you and think of what she might feel like.” Devin pulled Isaac into him with his great strength and pushed his crotch into his roommate’s bottom tighter, letting out a pleased moan. “aaAhhh… fuck…”

“Fucking stop man! This is gay and I don’t fucking want this!” Isaac tried to pull away again, but all he was able to succeed in was Devin shushing him, brushing his cheek with one of his hands, and grinding himself into his rear ever more.

“Come on, man, we’re not doing anything gay right now. We’re both fully clothed,” cooed Devin, grinding again. “After all, I’m only thinking of Melissa.”

“Then let me go dude!” Devin let loose his grip and Isaac broke free of his friend’s grip, sweating and blushing profusely.

“So, you’re mad at ME for supposedly doing something gay when YOU’RE the one with the raging hard-on,” chuckled Devin.

“Wha-?” started Isaac, looking down to see himself, indeed, have a massive hard-on.

“Come on man, you know you’ve wanted this. Just let me feel what it might be like to see Melissa,” wooed Devin. Isaac thought about it for a second.

“Man, you’re being weird.”

Devin walked forward, brushing Isaac’s face with his hand. Isaac shivered, not knowing what he was feeling.

“Isaac… just help me and be my Melissa for a little bit… Let me feel her. You already look like her man. I just want to feel her,” he whispered, his other hand brushing down to touch Isaac’s rear. Isaac didn’t stop him.

“I don’t know…”

“You want this. I promise you that you’ll love it.”

Devin started running a finger down Isaac’s chest and grabbed one of his cheeks when he finally said…

“Alright, Jesus, fine! Just promise me that you won’t do anything weird!”

Devin gave Isaac a wide smile.

“Get on your knees for me, Melissa…” he breathed. Isaac hesitated, but he kneeled down in front of his childhood friend, seeing his legs glisten with sweat and a hard-on rage against his basketball shorts, practically begging to be freed.

“What now?”

“Pull my shorts down…” Isaac gulped and grabbed Devin’s shorts. As he slowly pulled them down, he saw Devin’s dick get caught in his underwear, but şerifali escort finally spring to life in front of his face as it was freed. Devin’s cock was throbbing with anticipation, begging for a hole to fill as Devin ran his fingers through Isaac’s hair. “Just like that, Melissa…”

“I don’t know about this dude… We might be going a little far…” said Isaac. Devin didn’t say anything, and instead started to push his cock forward into Isaac’s face, rubbing his cockhead on Isaac’s soft lips. “mmm-shit… wai-!”

And, just like that, Devin pushed his cock into Isaac’s mouth, shoving in at least half of his six inches at once.

“aaaaaaAAaAAaaaa… FUCK!” moaned Devin. Isaac tried to talk, but Devin shushed him, pushing forward more and grabbing the back of Isaac’s head. “Just like that, baby.”

Devin begin thrusting his dick into Isaac’s soft mouth. Isaac didn’t know what to do at this point, so he thought he might as well make the best of a bad situation by making it end quickly. He started running his tongue around Devin’s cock and sucking to get him to cum faster and be free of his friend’s invasive cock.

“Fuckkkk Melissa, just like that…” moaned Devin. Isaac’s eyes widened as he found himself starting to only see Devin’s pubes as he began to fuck his mouth. Isaac desperately began to breathe out of his nose as Devin’s humping took away his air. Isaac felt Devin’s balls hit his chin, presumably full with his cum. Trying to stabilize himself, Isaac grabbed hold onto Devin’s ass. Devin’s cock twitched in Isaac’s throat. “I knew you’d love this, baby!”

There wasn’t much he could do. Isaac grabbed tightly onto Devin’s ass and his thighs, trying to get him to cum quicker, but it felt like Devin’s skull-fucking would never end. He would forever feel Devin’s thick cock brushing against his tongue, invading his throat, hair brushing his nose, balls touching his chin.

After what felt like an eternity of dirty talking and cock sucking, Devin’s cock began to twitch and he began to give quick moans and sighs. Isaac knew he was almost done. Isaac thought Devin would at least finish somewhere else, but as he kept going, Isaac knew Devin wasn’t going to cum anywhere else.

“Here’s what you’ve been wanting so bad, baby! Swallow every last drop!” Devin rammed into Isaac’s mouth, every inch down Isaac’s throat. Isaac’s vision began to black out as he lost air; Devin’s massive cock in his throat, pubes blocking his nose, and heavy balls blocking him from moving his face. Shot after shot of Devin’s sticky cum blew down his throat. “Doesn’t it taste so good? I made it all for you, baby…”

Just before Isaac couldn’t take it any longer, Devin pulled out with a satisfied moan. Isaac coughed, his throat coated with Devin’s cum.

“What the fuck, man!” Devin shushed him and put a finger on Isaac’s mouth.

“That’s no way for a lady to talk…” cooed Devin.

“What the hell?”

“Come on, Melissa, you know you loved it… you asked for it! Now, let’s go to the couch… I wanna cuddle and watch the rest of the game tonight.”

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The next day when I got home from work Megan was excited and ran up, jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Kissing me she was moaning as her mouth explored mine. After a few minutes like this she dropped back to her own feet and looked at me.

“I got an email from that couple today. They want to play again, but just with me. I don’t want to do it with out you, I thought maybe we could do that and you could sit behind the camera so they don’t see you.”

“You enjoyed that little game last night did you?”

Megan took my hand and put it between her legs, putting my palm flat on her hot pussy. I could feel the wetness of her pussy through the short cotton running shorts she was wearing.

“What do you think?” she smiled, “It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“It made you that hot?” I was massaging her pussy through her shorts. “Why did it make you so hot?”

“Oh god it made me so hot. I was rubbing my pussy all day thinking about last night. What happened last night made me so crazy. Seeing that big cock, and the thought of having it in me.” As she spoke she was was rubbing my dick through my pants as I was rubbing her pussy through the very wet crotch of her shorts.

“Pretending that he was making me beg for it. Making sure that he and you both knew how much bigger he is. Telling him how much I wanted him to fuck his big thick cock, while you watched and listened to me beg him to put it inside me and then cumming on him while in your lap. Oh god baby it was all so hot.” She was really getting worked up again. “But I don’t want to do anything with them without you, I want you there to watch me tonight. I want you there to watch another man use me. I want you to be there while I open my legs for him, and let him put his big vieny cock in my little pussy. Please baby, be there when I tell him how wonderful he feel fucking my tight pussy, with that big cock. I want you to hear me tell him how much he’s opened me after I’ve been fucking your tiny little thing all this time. Please baby let’s do it, It’ll be so hot, and you can help me pick out something to wear, they want me to dress in something sexy, slutty, and hot they said.”

“And what am I supposed to do while you’re getting fucked by the big cock online?” I asked smiling at her.

“You can sit on the loveseat and stroke your pathetic little weiner.” she said to me “See if you can last for more than a few seconds before you cum and go limp like a little bitch.”

I was hard, and putty in her hand, and she knew it. She explained that we’d left the account open last night and that when she checked her email she was in the shared chat account and a message popped up from the other couple saying that they wanted to play with her sometime without me. Then asked if she was available to night, and told her she should wear something sexy, slutty, and hot. She told them she would try to get me out of the house for a few hours and that she would let them know what time she could log in.

She emailed them back quickly told them that I was going to the bar with some friends and that she would be ready to play at about 9:30 that night, and would be able to play for a few hours.

In the bedroom we went to work trying to find something appropriate for her to wear for her inappropriate tryst this evening. When we started I already had an idea about what I wanted her to wear, but wanted to see what she had in mind first. We went through all her clothes that she likes to wear when we playing and finally she agreed with me on what to wear. With the outfit picked out she did her makeup the way she thought they would like it. After the make up she did her hair curling it slightly so that her chestnut hair still fell most of the say down her back. Finally she put on the outfit for the evening. Over her 34dd breasts she put on this little black bra that had no underwire and was translucent. Each cup was decorated with a pair of red, parted lips. Between the lips was a cut out that let her nipples poke through freely. The matching panties were crotchless with a matching pair of lips just above her clit. On her legs Megan put a pair of black fishnet stockings. Over the panties went a skirt that had actually been a small, red tube top, but served it’s purpose of making her look like a slut quite well. On top over her tiny bra went a black mesh shirt that wasn’t much larger than the bra. Then to top off the outfit was a pair of black patent leather shoes with 7 inches platform heels. These buckled around her ankles.

As she was making sure that everything was in place for her online date Megan decided that her lipstick wasn’t right and wiped off the red she was wearing and put on instead a candied red with a clear gloss that went over it. This gave her lips a perpetual wet look. I wasn’t sure that they would be able to see it on the camera, but it sure was making me hard.

“You think he’ll like seeing these wet red lips wrapped around his tuzla escort big, hard, thick cock?” Megan asked me dragging out and pausing between each adjective. “I think he will. You always loved when I wore this and sucked your little wienie.” She laughed turned her back to me and walked to the living room.

I followed behind her, wearing a pair of boxers. She’d set up the computer with our television, hooking up the setting the webcam on top of it and putting the microphone on the coffee table in front of her. The armchair I was to sit in was off to the side of the television against the wall so that I was out of view of the camera. As the time drew closer Megan arranged her toys under the coffee table moaning and stroking all the phallic toys as she placed them.

Taking the last few items out of the bag she stopped and smiled. The bottom of the bag is normally where the restraints ended up, and she was now holding a full set of leather restraint cuffs. The cuffs were individual and not attached to each other, but locked together or locked to another object. She gestured me over to her and she held up her wrists, dangling the cuffs from her fingers. I wrapped the cuffs taut around wrists and used the brass padlocks to lock them on her.

“Do you want the ankle cuffs on too, so you can lock your ankles to the spreader bar for him?” I asked gesturing to the black leather wrapped pipe on the floor.

“He doesn’t need a bar to get my legs open. I’ll spread them for him whenever he wants. And as wide as he wants for as long as he wants to plow me with that monster hanging between his legs.”

Then she looked at me and the ankle cuffs. “And just to make sure you don’t try anything funny we’re going to make sure that you stay in your chair.” Megan led me to to the chair and had me sit in it. Then using the ankle cuffs she secured my legs to the chairs by locking the cuffs to my ankles and using locking straps above the leg supports to hook the cuffs to the chair. Pulling the straps tight she locked everything in place with another set of brass padlocks and dropped the keys back into the bag.

“Now my little dicked boyfriend can’t get up and storm off when he sees his girlfriend being pleasured and used by a real man.” She was looking into my eyes as she said it, then her eyes went down my body to the tent in my boxers. “OH MY GOD! You’re getting hard knowing that a real man is using me. Look at that little thing. I can’t believe I was ever satisfied with it. It’s so small having sex with you barely qualifies as sex. I think you have to actually get further inside me then just past the lips for it to qualify actually.” She was laughing now. “How the hell do you even call that thing a dick. It’s so small and pathetic. I think my ken dolls I had as a little girl had bigger dicks.”

My dick was very hard as she talked to me like this, and the evil little glint in her eye had wondering how far she wanted to take this. I myself wasn’t sure how far I wanted to take it, but I was certainly enjoying where it was right now.

For the next several minutes she went over everything from her outfit to the toys being where she could get to them easily, every once in a while throwing a remark my way. Something like “My pussy has never been this wet thinking about your dick.” or “Do you think he could push that monster past my cervix? I know it would hurt, but I’d let him just to feel what it’s like to have him dump all that cum right in my womb.”

She was loving it and so was I. When she started up the video messenger program on the computer I was a little surprised because normally we would use a messenger program that just used the webcam feature, but she was using the program that was exclusively video and sound. She was was deviating a little from our little routine, and I asked her about it.

“Why are you using the video messenger instead of the other one?”

“Cause the other one skips and jumps around and the sound is shoddy. I want them to be able to see me clearly when that big thick cock slides into my tight little cunt. I want them to see how wet I am for them. I want to them to see how tight my pussy is from years of letting you stick your little needle dick in me. And When I scream, begging him to put it in deeper and to fuck the hell out of me. I want him to be able to hear me. That’s why you pathetic worm. No shut up, so they don’t hear you. You’ve ruined enough sex by trying to fuck me, I don’t want you big mouth messing things up me cumming tonight like your little dick has so many other times.” She was pushing new boundaries with her words, but we had a safety word that had been worked out in advance for either of us to use and she’d never used it, and I wasn’t using it now.

A few minutes later Megan took her spot on the couch with the wireless mouse and keyboard as the screen with the other couples image came up on it. Another small window in the bottom corner showed the view they had of Megan. göztepe escort Within seconds of them starting their play time Megan was standing in front of the coffee table turning and posing for them bending herself to show off her body and the clothes that she chose to wear for them. Soon music started to come through the speakers and Megan began to dance from them moving her body slowly, but not taking her clothes off, instead just sliding them around to give quick flashes of her body.

After several minutes of her dancing for them the music stopped and Megan was asked if we had a straight chair or a stool. She retrieved one of our kitchen chairs and set it in front of the camera. The couple gave her instructions on what to do next, and soon Megan had used some thin rope to secure her largest dildo to the chair.

“Now give him a lap dance.” The other woman said “Show him how much you want his cock to stretch out your little pussy.” Megan smiled at them as the music started again. She was dancing around the chair and was rugging her body against the chair, paying particular attention to the cock on the seat of it. As she danced she slowly stripped off her shirt, and pulled the splits in the bra open letting her tits fall out. Her nipples were very hard as she started pinching them and twisting them as she ground her still covered ass on the dildo.

“Oh god this is the hottest I’ve ever been.” Megan said as she turned and straddled the chair, the dildo now resting between her creamy white thighs, probably right against her pussy. “I Love this cock. I can’t believe I wasted all that time with that little fucking thing my boyfriend has. This one feels so incredible.”

“Oh does the little slut want it inside her?” The man asked.

“Oh god yes I want it inside my tight little pussy. I want it to open me like a cock should. Not just slide inside, I want you to force it between my pussy lips and push till it won’t go any deeper and then shove it in more.”

“You sound like you want it rough slut.” The woman said. “Do you like being tossed around while a man fucks you like a filthy whore?”

Megan and I had done many things in our sex life, and I knew that by far her favorite was being fucked rough. Slapping and name calling were things she loved, a little pain thrown in created immense pleasure for her.

“Fuck yes!” She yelled back, “Throw me down and take me. Slap me and call me names, make me beg for you to stop and to do it harder.” She had turned back around while saying this and was still straddling the chair. By this time skirt she was wearing was bunched around her waist and her panties were fully in view.

Without being told to do it Megan spun the chair so that it was profile to the camera and dropped to her knees in front of it. With no hesitation after she was on her knees she put her lips to the head of the rubber cock and slid it into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back as she pushed her mouth down onto it and managed to take half of it before she gagged and jerked her head back. Undaunted she pressed her mouth down again. This time stopping short of the gagging point and pulling back up. She was slurping on it making a lot of noise and one hell of a show. Front my vantage point I could see that she was using a lot of spit letting it drip from her mouth as she worked the cock with her mouth. Her black hair was hanging loosely down hiding her face from few for the most part, but she quickly fixed that. Using one hand she brushed her hair off to one side of her head so that the view of her sucking off the cock was entirely clear.

As she moved her mouth up and down on the cock the gobs of spit hanging from her mouth grew larger. On her way back up the shaft I could see her cheeks hollow out. When only the head was in her mouth she would keep it there for a moment pressing the head into her cheek. Her moans were quite loud and I knew that they were meant for me as much as they were meant for the couple watching her on the screen.

“Looks like you enjoying sucking cock. Do you go down on your boyfriend like this?” The man asked her.

Pulling the cock from her mouth Megan responded while using her hand to hole the dildo in place and rub it all over her face smearing her spit over herself.

“With him blowjobs don’t last this long.” She said and threw a look my way. “I love giving head, but after a minute or two in my mouth he cums. And he cums so very little it’s like a few little drops. It’s very disappointing. I’m guessing it’s cause his balls are so small, they can’t hold enough cum for him to flood my mouth like I need. Plus he barely reaches the back of my tongue, he’d need to be a lot bigger to reach my throat like you do.”

Her face now shiny with her spit and her makeup smeared from the dildo she looked into the camera. “Can I please have you in my pussy now. I really need it in there. I want you to stretch me out so I can’t feel him anymore. üsküdar escort I promise I’m so tight, from fucking his little needle dick all this time, I’ll feel like a virgin on your big cock.”

The man and woman looked down at her from the television screen. “We like listening to you talk. So if you tell us how much you want it, and maybe show us we’ll let you fuck his big cock you little slut.”

My girlfriend looked up at them smiling, and stood up. With her legs spread she positioned herself over the chair so that the dildo was just a few inches below her glistening lips showing through the crotchless panties.

“I love talking dirty, spewing nasty words like a wanton slut.” Megan was back to rubbing her body with her hands, massaging all her intimate parts hard for the couple. And I love knowing that you like listening to them. My boyfriend with the little dick got me into talking dirty. He used to make me tell him how good his big dick felt. That’s so laughable, His dick is so fucking puny. Everytime I said it was big I almost laughed. He wanted to know how it felt, but to tell you the truth I barely felt it. That’s why I need your big cock. I need to feel something in my pussy. I want to feel your big head pushing into me, and your thick shaft splitting me open. When you’re inside me it feels like I’m going to split right open. So please impale my fucking cunt with your monster meat. Shove it in and fuck the hell out of me.”

I hadn’t touched my dick yet. It was so hard right then it almost hurt. And precum was flowing out the tip and spreading out and dribbling down the head. We had played a lot of games where she was humiliated and degraded and she was loving playing the other part, as was I.

“Now show us some of those words. Get a marker.”

Megan smiled wickedly, she knew what was coming. Our desk was just on the other side of the living room and she quickly got a large black marker from the drawer and returned to the viewing area. She just pulled her bra over her head as she re straddled the chair this time just a little lower letting her wet pussy rest on the head of the dildo. And without any further prompting form the couple Megan removed the cap and began to write on herself. To my surprise she put the tip to her forehead and wrote in large letters ‘SLUT’. The couple on the screen laughed as she did this for them. Then moving to her chest she started, and wrote carefully and in smaller letters this time, ‘My boyfriend is a pencil dicked pussy’.

“Is that enough or do you want to see more.”, she asked them, “I’ll show you as much as you want to see.”

“Then show us more, we want to see you really be nasty.”

One her right cheek she wrote ‘cum’ and on the left she wrote ‘here’, then a series of black circles around her smeared red lipstick. She was covering herself and I could tell she was loving it. Down her right thigh she wrote ‘fuck me hard’, on her left ‘use me’. She smiled at the camera again before looking down and moving to her stomach with the phrase, ‘I need big cock.’ Down her left arm she wrote ‘filthy whore’ and them using her left hand she wrote on her right arm ‘nasty cunt’. This last was little shaky looking but, she’s right handed.

“I have a lot more I could right on my horny little body, but these are the only place I can reach, so any more and I’ll need help. Now please let me fuck your big cock. I really need it, my pussy is pleading for it. Please let me fuck myself on your big cock. I’m begging you. My boyfriend is so fucking pathetic in bed. I need a real man to fuck my body, to use all my holes and leave me a sweaty gooey fucking mess dripping in sweat, cum, and anything else he wants to put on me.”

Megan tossed the marker to the ground and began moving her hips, sliding her pussy lips over the head of the large cock that was wedged between them. She began to push herself down letting the head slip deeper between them. When the man watching her on the camera gave her permission she shoved down hard taking the entire dildo inside her pussy in one thrust. She screamed into the room as she slammed into the chair, letting the dildo open her completely. Without a rest she began sliding back up the dildo, and right back down. Not moving slowly but slamming and bouncing. She was fucking herself on the dildo. Her mouth was open wide as she screamed and gasped, trying to get words out, but none would come only guttural sounds, and high pitch whines. I could see her pussy lips stretching to accommodate the cock, and as she slid up her lips would clinging to it, trying to keep it inside her.

Megan’s first orgasm came quickly in a matter of minutes. When it started her body tensed and she began to shake, her mouth still open, and the same sounds came out. Between her legs the dildo was about halfway in her and I could see her juices splashing out of hr and onto the chair. The top of the chair was quickly covered with her cum. When the orgasm began to subside she slumped onto the chair the cock in her pussy now completely inside her. As she leaned back in the chair her arms dropped to her sides and she smiled at the screen.

“I’m not done with you yet slut.”, the man said, “What are those things on your wrists.?”

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“Hi Alan!” There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller’s low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.

“Hey. You look good. Going out?” he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.

“Going out? She laughed. “No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?” she added, stepping up to the rear of the bike, running her hand along the chrome seat frame. The metal was cool, unyielding, and smooth as she curled her long fingers around the tube. Slowly moving her hands up and down, caressing the metal.

Alan was drawn to her physical attributes, medium sized breasts, narrow waist, curving hips and shapely legs. Her crooked smile, large brown eyes and the splattering of freckles across the bridge of her slim nose captivated his gaze. Running her hand through her hair, it cascaded over her shoulders, creating a sensual tussled frame about her face. Carmen Fuller was not stunningly beautiful; yet, the slight imperfections of her features when taken as a whole, created an arousing attractiveness. The last thing he wanted was to appear rude realizing that he was staring at her and quickly looked away.

“Naw, I ain’t got any plans. I stopped to get mom some cake mix. I’m just cruising around killing time.” Shrugging his shoulders, trying to come up with an idea of something to do or somewhere to go later.

“Well, come on, let’s get this shopping over with.” Mrs. Fuller chuckled, as she turned to take a shopping cart form the rack.

“I’ll push it for ya.” He jokingly remarked as he gently sidestepped in between her and the shopping cart, pushing it as they walked into the store.

Guessing her age to be somewhere in her mid 30’s, she’s the mother of Kyle, one of his best friends from the model airplane club. While he pushed the cart for her along the isles in the store, he couldn’t help but notice the opaque sheen of her hosiery covering the smooth skin of her thighs and the way her dress drew his attention to the curve of her waist. Alan had always considered her to be rather attractive but he also wasn’t sure it was appropriate to think of your friends’ mom as attractive. Never giving it much thought until now, he was unable to come with a reason why. Perhaps he thought that it was the way she carried herself, her confidence, and her down to Earth beauty that made him realize that he was sexually attracted to her.

On several occasions when she knelt to pick up an item from a lower shelf, he managed to steal a view down the front of her dress. His eyes fixed on her freckled cleavage rising to the swell of her breasts and the fine lace trim along the top of her bra. He felt the pressure of his growing manhood in the confines of his jeans as he tried to imagine what her breasts looked like without her bra hiding them. When her back was turned, he quickly adjusted his erection, wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. He wanted to lean over and just slide his hand underneath her bra. “Jeez, if she knew I was thinking about feeling off her tits, she’d slap the shit outta me.” He thought to himself as they walked toward the checkout counters.

Alan commented while they stood in the checkout line, “I don’t know, with Kyle staying at his Dads, it just seems weird that you’re not going out on a Friday night.” as their conversation shifted back to neither of them having any plans this evening.

Her smile captivated him as she replied, “Well, I don’t do the ‘bar scene’ and no one has asked me out lately.” Adding, after a moments thought, “By the way, I can say the same about you. I thought you would be going out with your girlfriend.” Noticing that the subtle expression change on his face indicated that he and his girlfriend were not together any longer.

“Naw, I’m between girlfriends.” Alan admitted. Slightly embarrassed, he looked down towards the floor, then out the storefront windows. His eyes looked over the cashier while she scanned Carmen’s purchases. She was about his age and very cute.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but, with your handsome features, I know you’ll have plenty of opportunities with the other girls.”Carmen replied as she turned her attention back to the cashier.

He felt the flushed heat in his cheeks when the cashier looked at him and openly smiled after hearing her comment. And he quickly looked away. “Oh jeez, Mrs. Fuller, just tell the whole world I ain’t got a girl.” He thought, not wanting to look up and meet the gaze of the cashier again. The cashier provided Alan with a welcome distraction from his embarrassment as she had totaled up Carmen’s purchases. Carmen was writing a check, leaning with her elbows on the counter and he studied the lines of her body, completely ignoring bağdatcaddesi escort the young cashier who was smiling at him, hoping to draw his attention.

Mrs. Fuller waited as Alan paid for the box of cake mix and together they walked to where her car was parked. She stood behind him while he placed her grocery bags in the trunk, stealing several long glances at his buttocks. The denim material molded the contours of his firm muscular butt and thighs and she was tempted to just reach out and run her hand over his buns. The moisture was delightfully pleasant between her thighs and her nipples became sensitive and erect as her carnal desire mounted. Hastily her mind raced as to the best way, or any way, for her to feel his hard body.

Then she noticed the motorcycle. “Yes! There’s my answer!” she realized. Her conscious thoughts were battling between “Yes, you should ask,” and “No, you shouldn’t ask. What would an 18-year-old guy think of her asking for a ride on his motorcycle?” The thud of the trunk lid closing ended her train of thought.

“I have an idea. If it’s not to much of a bother, would you mind taking me for a ride on your bike this evening,” she blurted out as shocked embarrassment reddened her cheeks and ears from the bluntness of the statement.

Alan was surprised by her request. “Where do ya wanna go?” His mind raced with thoughts of where to take her and why she would want to go.

“Nowhere, really. I’m sorry, it was selfish of me to ask,” she stammered.

“Heck no, ain’t that way at all, lets go. I’ll drop off mom’s stuff and pick you up.” Smiling, he noticed the sudden flush of color in her cheeks.

“I don’t mind a beautiful woman on my bike at all.” He felt the warmness in his cheeks of his own embarrassment from that statement.

“An old woman you mean.” Carmen giggled, realizing that he had noticed her embarrassment. Delighted with his compliment about her being beautiful, her cheeks reddened all the more.

Alan laughed. “Old, your ass. I’ll pick you up in a bit.” He said as he turned, pushing the cart back to the rack next to the motorcycle. “I’ll see you in a few.” As he watched her car in the mirror, he smiled, knowing that she was going to be pressing her body tightly against his within the hour. Quite surprised with himself at his boldness of saying ‘ass’ to her, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. The adrenaline rush passed, the muscles in his arms and legs began to quiver and he fought to control the nervous butterflies in his stomach as he imagined her breasts pressed into his back.

“Damn, what am I doing, going out with an 18 year old?” Carmen spoke out loud as she drove out of the parking lot. Her thoughts centering on what he had said, analyzing his comments. Finally, she came to the realization that he had given her an actual impromptu compliment. She smiled with delight, an honest compliment. “Well, just go with the flow, it might be fun,” a silent voice spoke in her mind.

Alan pulled up in the driveway as she was taking out the last bag of groceries and parked behind her car. “Let me set this in the kitchen and change, I’ll be right out.”

Parking on the street, Alan waited. Carmen came bounding out the door dressed in a T-shirt tucked into the waist of a pair of baggy-legged shorts. As she hiked her leg over the seat behind Alan, he looked and caught a glimpse of her inner leg, up the leg of her shorts. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. The image of her entire inner thigh, with the swell of her butt cheek exposed beside the crotch of her white panties instantly burned into his minds eye. His imagination was fueled by the sight, he thought in his minds eye, he actually seen the shadow formed be the cleft of her sex under her panties.

Knowing that he was not supposed to look up the leg of her shorts but glad that he had, he handed her the second helmet. While she was fastening the chinstrap, he brazenly placed his hand back on her leg, well above her knee, lightly patting her cool skin as he asked. “Ready?”

Carmen wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezed her thighs against him and said “Lets rock!” His body was indeed muscular as her fingers wormed over the muscles in his washboard stomach and his hand on her leg was firm, yet gentle. A strange vision flashed into her mind, a vision of them facing each other and she squeezed her thighs tighter. She smiled, feeling the kindling ember of her sexual passions forming deep in the lower part of her stomach.

Alan was also smiling, because she had not taken any action to remove his hand, which was on her thigh, and he could feel her breasts pressing against his back. Reluctantly he moved his hand away, and said, “Ok, Mrs. Fuller. Hang on!” as he popped the bike in gear and accelerated rapidly.

They rode for quite a while, with him taking corners a little fast, leaning into the curves, zigzagging in and out of traffic as Carmen kept her thighs clamped tightly against beykoz escort his hips. She was fascinated with the whole experience, the wind, the speed and the excitement. “Oh god! This is so much fun!” she exclaimed as they stopped at a traffic light. She enjoyed feeling the muscles ripple under Alan’s t-shirt as she held on tightly. She fought with the thought of ‘accidentally’ allowing her hand to slip and taking a quick grope between his legs. Along with the added thrill of having her arms and legs clamped around a muscular young man, she noticed the wind whipping the legs of her shorts. Her entire outside thigh and the lower portion of her butt cheek was teasingly exposed to anyone who looked in their direction. Catching the glance of a middle-aged man as he admired her leg fueled her wanton desires for the young man she now held in her grasp.

“You hungry? Want a hot dog?” Alan asked.

“Sure.”

They rode through the drive-through of a fast food restaurant and Carmen held their drinks while Alan placed their order between his thighs. He rode the bike slow as they went to a nearby park to eat. Parking at the far end of the parking lot, away from the few cars that were there, setting down the kickstand, Carmen got off as Alan took the keys from the ignition, trying to steal another glance up the leg of her shorts. Hoping that he would be able to catch another glimpse of her panties, but it was not to be.

As they sat at a picnic table, eating their meal, Alan was mesmerized by this woman sitting across from him. She talked about her excitement of riding on the motorcycle, but Alan was hypnotized, not really listening to what she was saying. His gaze focused on her large brown eyes, the freckles across her slim nose and the full lips of her slightly crooked smile. Carmen tossed her head quickly to the side, flinging her hair away from her face, then wiping her mouth with a napkin. Her motions struck him as sultry and sensuous. His mind was in turmoil, the physical desire toward her was evident by his growing erection, yet, she was Kyle’s mom and she was so much older than him.

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” Alan commented, still in awe of her attractiveness. The more her studied her face, the more he noticed her beauty.

“What’s not to believe?” Carmen asked, suspiciously knowing what he was about to say as her thoughts were also centered on the unique strangeness of this outing.

“That I’m cruising around with my friend’s mom.” He replied, bewildered with the pleasant thoughts of actually having fun with someone considerably older than himself.

His intent gaze had given Carmen the feeling that he was peering directly into the very depths of her soul. “I hope this isn’t a problem and I’m sorry if I’m being a burden to you. You want to take me home?” perceiving him to be somewhat saddened that he was not enjoying himself as much as she was. Her thoughts began to run wild, “What does he see in me? I’m so much older than he is. I can’t compete with the young girls his age.”

“No, ain’t that at all, Mrs. Fuller. I mean you’re fun to be with. You laugh, you yell, and, I saw you flip the bird at that car that cut in front of us over on Hill Street. That was so cool!” He continued on, explaining that none of the other girls his age would ever dream about riding on the bike just for the fun of riding. It seemed that they always had to go somewhere or friends to impress. “You were having a blast and I enjoyed it just as much.” He added.

“You weren’t supposed to see me flip off that driver! I still can’t believe I did that.” Carmen commented as she tried to suppress her laughter. Alan giggled at her and instantly they both broke out into a fit of laughter. He enjoyed hearing her laugh and he also realized that it was becoming much easier to overlook the age difference.

Tears of laughter were dampening their cheeks as they both roared. She commented, “God, I haven’t laughed this much in ages.” as Alan waved his hand over his head, extending the middle finger.

“I like hearing you laugh Mrs. Fuller.” He complimented her as the bizarre idea of Carmen becoming his steady girlfriend centered in his thoughts.

“Please, call me Carmen. Mrs. Fuller sounds so formal.”

“Ok. Carmen.” Surprised at her request, he thought, “Jeez, she wants me call her by her first name. This is wild.”

They soon became at ease with each other as the barriers of their age difference melted away and they began to converse as friends. Carmen no longer thought of Alan as a kid. She saw a very handsome young man with a genuinely sincere personality. He didn’t threaten her, as sex was not on his agenda. While all of her dates during the past year or so contained the undercurrent of sex, Alan was being himself. Every now and then she would pick up on the insecurity of his youth and the shyness of his personality, especially when he said that he felt awkward approaching a girl to talk to her.

“What time do you have to be in caddebostan escort tonight?” Carmen asked as she was throwing away the empty wrappings into the trashcan.

“No time really. I just told mom I was going out on a date and I would be in later. So I guess midnight-thirty. Why?” Alan replied.

“I just wondered. That’s all. Did you tell your Mom who you were going an a date with?”

“Naw, I didn’t say anything to her.” Alan answered. Thinking to himself how silly it would have sounded to his mom if he told her he was taking Mrs. Fuller out for a ride.

Walking back toward the motorcycle, Carmen felt so at ease with Alan’s non-threatening manners that she reached out and took his hand in hers, entwining her fingers with his. Alan’s heart began to pound in his chest like a hammer upon an anvil as he held hands with the Mom of one of his friends. A woman who is considerably older, more mature and in a pleasantly strange way, far more sensuous than any of the girls his age. Perhaps it was the warmth of her hand in his, or the way she carried herself with a natural and relaxed confidence, or was it nothing more than his sexual fascination? All he knew was that he felt somewhat awkward, nervous, and yet, thrilled at the same time.

Carmen was perplexed at her own straightforwardness. It was not like her at all to take the initiative in a situation but Alan’s age and projected innocence heightened her feelings. Her blood pounded in her ears as she tried to fight off the heat that began building in her loins. He was strong, handsome and sexy, but young and shy.

“I need to be getting home.” Carmen mentioned as they mounted the bike.

“So soon?” his disappointment was quite evident in his voice.

“Yes, I’m expecting a call late this evening,” knowing full well that was not the truth. She needed time to think about these strange emotional and physical feelings that were surfacing. It had been many months since she had sex with anyone and Alan’s physical touch coupled together with the odd sensation of being totally relaxed with him alarmed her. She needed time to contemplate this strong sexual attraction as her inner voice whispered caution, while her body screamed for licentious release.

Whenever they were stopped at a traffic light for any length of time, Alan would confidently place one of his hands back on her leg, resting his palm on her mid-thigh, idly caressing her smooth skin. Carmen relished this attention and she would place her hand atop his, enjoying the intimate contact.

While they were waiting for a traffic light, she shifted her weight slightly, so that the hem of her shorts would ride high up on her waist for the benefit of an elderly gentleman who was staring at them. This movement created the unexpected, yet strangely pleasurable situation of allowing his hand to slide much farther up her thigh. Wild thoughts raced through her mind, as she was tempted to shove his hand completely under the material of her shorts. She had to squeeze her eyes shut when she moved her upper body so that her sensitive nipples ever so lightly grazed across Alan’s back. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her physical responses in check from the combined sensations of his touch, squeezing his hips between her thighs and the vibrations of the motorcycle. With the longing gaze from the man in the car next to them, she pressed her body against Alan as she tried to ignore the damp wetness between her legs. Her conscience prevailed and she applied a firm pressure on his hand to prevent him from going any higher, yet keeping his fingers where they were.

Parking the motorcycle in the driveway, Alan walked her to the door, holding her hand tenderly as he had while they were at the park, releasing her only when she placed her key in the door to unlock it.

“Alan, I can’t thank you enough for a wonderful evening. I have really enjoyed it.” She said, realizing that she was as nervous as he was at this moment.

Alan was smiling, his eyes darting this way and that. “Ugh, can I, I mean, would you, ugh, ya know, ugh, I’m going to fly my model at Bomber Field tomorrow. You, ugh, you want to come?” He stammered, trying to find the words to ask her out again.

“I would like that a great deal,” she whispered as she stepped closer to him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she hugged him, as he hugged her in return. He ran his fingers through her hair, affectionately palming the back of her head as she looked up into his eyes. Holding each other’s gaze for a long moment, Carmen was pleasantly roused when he leaned slightly forward, hesitating as he brought his lips close to hers. Alan’s hesitation at such an intimate embrace only fueled her carnal desire for him.

Lips touching, they kissed. Alan felt as though the butterflies in his stomach were performing aerial maneuvers. His knees felt weak as he slowly raised his hands, cradling her head. Feeling the tip of her tongue on his lips, he slightly opened his mouth, and allowed her tongue to swath over his. She tasted sweet. Her breasts crushed against his chest and her warm breath on his cheek instantly caused him to become erect. The fire in Carmen’s lions ignited as she felt his erection pressed against her stomach while his powerful arms gently held her.

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The day I got my roommate assignment for college I was joking around with my best friend and saying, “Hmm. I wonder if he’s cute. I wonder if he’s bi or gay? Wouldn’t that be interesting?” My friend laughed and shook his head. Yet I wondered.

After we moved in, much to my surprise I found he was really cute, a nice surfer blondie, about 5’8″, a tanned body with fine blond hairs on his chest, legs, and arms, he liked to run and swim; bitable ass; boxers, not briefs; me, 5’6″, broad-shouldered, summer-dark, athletic, square-jawed, smooth, cute, short cropped hair this side of spiky, your typical west coast Chinese American boy. I watched him for a few days out of the corner of my eye, we made small talk on and off as we dashed around to place classes and buy books and get registered. I was kinda getting a nice vibe off him, he was a nice boy, well-mannered, quiet, with good taste. One day we had a Sunday off, nothing going on, asked him to come shopping with me at the local mall, picked up some clothes, ate dinner and cleaned up.

Afterwards, I was lying in bed, kinda horny since I’d been with this cute guy all day. Then he comes back from the shower in just a towel around his waist, with kind of a thick tent where it should be. I watched his smooth lean body move as he pulled a pair of boxers on under the towel. Sometimes it’s just nice to watch. And he was very watchable. Since it was a long fikirtepe escort day, I said, “Maybe we’ll call it an early evening. is that okay?” I peripherally noticed him watch me peel my t-shirt off and sweatpants off.

In the near total dark, lying there under the covers, tracing and pinching my nipple silently, I asked, quietly, “Sooo. . . what kind of girls do you like?”

“Ohh, pretty much the same as anyone else. . .long legs, nice ass, nice breasteses. You?”

“Yeah. . . I guess I don’t really have a preference. I like personality. I like to be turned on in my mind.”

“Uh huh. and . . . what turns you on?” Uh oh. Trouble on the rise. Which I wasn’t expecting actually.

“Um.” Gulp. “Weellll . . . I like all kinds of things. I like giving. I like receiving. I like to feel someone else’s flesh sliding against mine. I like to be taken sometimes. Other times I like to take.” I swear I could hear my pounding heart in my voice.

“Hmm. That sounds very general. . . ” I thought I heard the sound of sheets moving, sliding against smooth flesh in the bed across the room. “Maybe you could be more . . . specific?”

*You fucker.* I fumed silently. *You’re turning me on.* My cock was already unfurling, becoming thick, curling towards my belly-button, where the head would nestle. The tip beading wet, heart pounding. How did I get so hot so quickly? I shifted gebze escort a bit and licked my suddenly dry lips. “Umm. Weeeeelll. I, uh. I kinda don’t mind feeling hands slide across my back. . . I like the feeling of someone kissing and licking their way down my spine. And someone turning me over and kissing me down my neck. Kissing and sucking on my nipples. Maybe working their way down my tummy. That kind of thing. . . “

Again that sheets sliding sound. And I think I heard a tiny slick, wet sound. “Uh huh. . . and what else?” And, god, that voice. That voice was like velvet wrapped around my cock. I spread my legs, reached down into my boxers and cupped my heavy, loose, full sac, squeezed the base gently.

“Ah. I don’t, uh, really care who that person is, per se?” I didn’t mean for that to come out as a question. “I just like sexy people. They could be a girl. Or a boy even.” Pause. “Mm. Have you ever been with another boy?”

Another pause. In a quiet voice, he said, “Yeah, once, last summer, I was working at a cafe and there was this guy. . .”

At this point I was on my back, knees thrown out wide to both sides, both hands under my boxers, one cupping my silky balls, one wrapped around my cock, squeezing it, slowly working the skin up and down, forcing thick wet tears out the top, wetting the top of my boxers. If the lights were on, he’d see me, looking over içerenköy escort at him, gently molesting myself under the covers. . . begging him with my eyes to watch me jerking my hard, thick cock, to lick me all over . . . to do naughty things to me. And I didn’t care if he or anyone else was looking. I wanted to fuck and be fucked by my roommate.

There was only one way this night would end, at this point.

“Mm hmm . . . . did you like it?”

“Um. Yeah,” he said whispering. I looked over. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, so I could kinda see a shadow of fidgeting, a gently rhythmic motion under the sheets in the grey-blue dark. I also heard him gasp. “Yeah, I really liked it.”

“And . . . what do you think? Would you like do it again?” We were both breathing heavily at this point.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” Pause. “I’d like to.” Gasp. Little grunts. Him. Me.

“Maybe — maybe you should come over here then.”

I saw, but more heard him throw off his covers. I heard him pick up a glass of water, take a drink, put it down and then, I saw his shadow move towards my bed, I felt him lay down gently, solidly beside me, in the space I’d made for him. I draped my smooth body over his, my smooth, muscled leg over his solid, substantial leg, his surprisingly coarsely hairy thigh with those fine, unbleached blond hairs I’d watched for the last week. I let my hand move up his chest to his jaw, he responded by putting his hand behind my head and pulling me towards him, my waiting, luscious, hot mouth and tongue to his.

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The house has been a buzz ever since my oldest daughter Jan announced her upcoming wedding plans to Mike. Even though it was no surprise, they have been inseperable for nearly 2 years, the reality of the event caught us a bit unprepared. Everyone was busy with one detail or another. My twins girls, Jill and Jen, were not only preparing for their freshman year of college, but also as duel bridesmaids. Jan and I searched for the perfect dress, cake, place, and everything else that goes into the big day. My husband, knowing his place, stayed out of our progress by spending most of his free time at the gym working on reducing the size of his tux.

Last Saturday my girls and I drove to Trenton for a bridal show. After a whole day of lace, flowers, frosting and everything else nuptial, we arrived home exhausted only to find extra cars in the drive. It seems that Anthony had brought a few friends home from the gym to watch a marathon of college football games. Empty pizza boxes were piled on the counter and dry bottles of beer rested on every level surface. We followed the sound of the play-by-play into the den where my husband and five others lounged about the room enjoying the game.

“Hey the cheerleaders are here”, one of them announced.

“No cheer here, too tired to ‘fight, fight, fight’, I responded. I gave Anthony a quick kiss and we all headed upstairs.

The girls shared a shower in the hall in which they all çekmeköy escort began to call for as I escaped into my own steamy heaven. The water washed away the day as I relived all bridal deals in my mind. As I finished, I remembered the room full of men downstairs. I did not recognize any faces and found the idea of five horny strangers in my home a bit exciting. My husband and I have a somewhat simple and happy marriage, but after 20 years of the same small penis brings on a fantasy or two. Running my hand over my shaven pubis I found my clit peeking out waiting to be stroked. I only got a few moments of pleasure before Jan burst in yelling something about the twins, a locked door, and my shower.

I turned off the water and reached for my towel. Jan began undressing as I dried. As I saw the two of us in the mirror I realized how much we looked alike. Same shoulder length dusty brown hair; same big dark eyes; same full and natural double D breasts; and as she soon unveiled, the same bald cunt. My little girl was grown up. A warm motherly smile crossed my lips.

I reached for a pair of sweats when I heard the downstairs door slam and a car outside drive away. I guessed the game was over and dressed in a flirty little camisole gown. With any luck Anthony would be horny and he could finish what I started in the shower. I left my panties in the drawer and headed downstairs with seduction on my mind. I turned the corner into the den to find most of the crowd still in attendance and my husband passed cevizli escort out in his favorite chair. The men were quietly flipping through the menu trying to find another game and did not notice me at first. I stepped over to my husband and removed the half-empty lager from his limp grasp. As I turned to leave, all eyes were on me.

I smiled, holding up his beer, “hey guys, this one is out”, referring to my sleeping mate. “I thought I heard you all leave a few minutes ago?”

“Oh, that was just Chad. His wife called and he went a runnin”, one answered.

There eyes were glued to me and I remembered what I was wearing. I was sure they could see my nipples through the lace. I stumbled for words, “Uhm, and you, uhm, your wives or are you married?”

“Sure, but no way we go jumpin’ up and follow’n orders from a woman. How about you? You tell ol’ Tony here was’up?’

“Well, I think we both…”

Another interrupted, “Oh there it is, she the boss up in here!”

They all laughed in agreement. The four men had now all turned their complete attention towards me as I stood there half naked and frozen. I begin to take in the details of Anthony’s football buddies who looked much like they should be playing football instead of watching it. These men were quite large, mostly muscle, three of them bald, one of them had to be only 19 or 20, the others in their 30’s, but all were very dark black men. I felt a bit nervous as they laughed and made comments about poor Tony being pushed around erenköy escort by his wife.

The 30 year old bald man who held the remote stood up and tossed the remote on the sidetable. “I bet I know why she the boss. Look at her. This is one sexy woman.” He walked over to me slowly moving behind me, his body close, nearly touching. “Damn sexy. And look at fuckin’ that passed out piece of shit. She comes down all dressed, ready to fuck. And maybe, maybe she knew we were here and she wa lookin’ to feel a little more than a few inches of white limp dick. Maybe she came down hoping to get a little something like this”

Standing behind me talking down into my ear, he grabbed my wrist and placed my hand backwards onto his cock. I could feel him growing under the fabric and fought the desire to rub it.

“No”, was the only word that came out before his other hand reached up and found my pantyless shaved cunt. “NO!”

It was louder but went unheard as his fingers began stroking my already wet slit. In a flash another man was tearing my gown and devouring my nipples as he roughly massaged my mounds. I continued saying “no”, but it began to be to intense to fight the sexual desire of being taken. It seemed to all evolve so quickly, I am not sure when the clothes came off, but all of a sudden my hand was wrapped around the largest cock I had ever felt. I was forced down to my knees and replaced my hand with my mouth on the gigantic member. Within seconds, another huge black stick struck me in the cheek asking to be sucked. I stroked one in my fist as I sucked the other, trading off to keep both of these rods hot and hard.

I looked up from my hungry oral for the other two men. They were no longer in the den and I hit me. My girls were upstairs!

(continued…)

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Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is fiction, and at no time and in no way does this story intend to portray real life, actual circumstances, actual persons or situations, places, or actions. This story is the product of the author’s imagination. This story includes scenes of graphic sex needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth.

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It started not long after our fifth anniversary. We were both around thirty years old at that time, I two years over, and she a year away from the ‘big three oh’.

We had gone to bed at the usual time, around ten, after showering (taking turns, it was rare to shower together anymore, sigh,) and were laying in bed, reading.

“I was talking to some of the girls at work today,” Jill said.

“Hmmm,” I said, caught between trying to finish the chapter I was on, and not wanting to miss what Jill was saying, just in case she mentioned it a few days, or weeks, later, and then be told that ‘we talked about it.’

“Well actually it was Beth, it was really surprising actually, I never would have thought anyone really did that sort of thing,” she went on.

“What sort of thing dear,” I answered.

She sat up a bit more in bed, not a lot, but it was the motion that was important, it meant she was going to say something important.

“Jack, you certainly wouldn’t like to do something like that, would you?” she said.

I had no idea, I racked my brain to remember this short conversation, then decided that she hadn’t said anything except that she was surprised that someone did something. I tried to remember anything else that had been discussed this evening, this morning before we went to work, last night. Nothing.

“Um … dear, what exactly wouldn’t I do,” I said.

“Take pictures, you wouldn’t want to take pictures of me,” she said.

I turned, I could tell she was looking at me. I put my book down on my lap, finger holding my place. I was some generic spy thriller written during the cold war, I knew the good guy was probably going to survive, but wasn’t sure how.

“You’re lovely honey, very good looking, of course I like to see you. I’ve got a few pics of you on my cell phone right now,” I said.

I knew I was being a bit disingenuous, I had figured out that she was talking about sexy pics, nude, or lingerie. I just wasn’t sure if it would be wise to tell her that I would love to. I just knew she would never go for it.

She knew me too well to allow it.

“I don’t mean those, although you do pick the strangest times to whip out your phone and click one. No, I mean … well, sexy ones, dirty ones,” she said, not looking me in the eye, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Ah, dirty pics,” I said, trying to think. Did I want to be honest? Was there a chance she would let me, if a friend was letting her hubby snap some? Or would I end up in the dog house if I told her I would like to take some?

Or would I miss out on an opportunity that might never again be available if I didn’t tell her I would like to, and that she was gorgeous and that they would never be seen by anyone but the two of us. Probably.

“I think any man would love to be able to see you in a sexy outfit posing for a picture. Or nude for that matter, you’re a very attractive woman and I’m very lucky that you married me,” I said.

“That’s sweet, but what would you do with the pics, I can see you showing them to the guys at work, trying to get them to show you pictures of their wives, I could even imagine you’d put them on the internet somehow, on some site that showed off wives and girlfriends, am I right?” she said.

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to, I wouldn’t,” I said.

“What would you do with them then?” she said.

“I would treasure them, and sometimes, well, when you weren’t home, or I was out of town for something, well, I would really enjoy them,” I said.

“You’d jack off looking at them?” she said.

“Not every day, but yes, there would be times,” I said.

I was amazed, she didn’t seem mad, in fact when I admitted that I would use any pics to help stimulate myself, she had a little smile.

“So, just hypothetically, what kind of pictures would you like of me?”

“I hadn’t thought about it, honey, something sexy, something with you,” I said.

“You’re serious, you actually do want me to pose nude for you,” she said.

I actually thought she would go for it there for a second, but no, it was sounding like some sort of test that I just failed. But I decided that I would try once again, feel her out, maybe she just needed some more encouragement. After all she was the one that brought it up.

“Well, hypothetically speaking of course, some of you naked kaynarca escort would be good, and also in some of those sexy lingerie outfits you have, maybe some with you in a swimsuit, how about that bikini you never wear?”

“I suppose you want me sprawled on the bed, all spread out, something like that,” she said with the hint of a sneer.

“Well, if you want to, I suppose that would work, I guess.”

“Oh, I … well, not really,” she said, a little taken aback.

“I was thinking a little more like something classy, posed, more sensual,” I said.

I was thinking something like you might see in some of the better, ‘name brand’, men’s magazines that I had back in my late teens. I was already planning a photo shoot, maybe one of her undressing, or going from her sexy lingerie to nudity, gradually becoming sexier and sexier.

“Show me, show me two, for starters, I’m curious what you think it classy,” she said, suddenly getting out of bed, standing with her arms crossed under her breasts, her feet about shoulder width apart.

“What do you mean, do you want me to pose?” I asked, not sure what she meant.

“No, me, tell me what to do,” she said.

“OK, well, take off your T shirt,” I said. She didn’t normally wear panties to bed, except for those few days each month or so.

“No, this is a dry run, no camera, no phone with camera,” she said.

I thought hard, not sure what to say. She was putting me on the spot, and I didn’t want to blow this chance, it might be the only one I got. If this went well, maybe she would let me actually take pictures. If she didn’t like what I proposed, well that was going to be it.

Or was it? Her friend obviously had some pics of herself. Maybe I could count on a “keeping up with the Joneses” type of situation. If her friend had some sexy pics, maybe she would want to. It didn’t fit what I knew of my wife, but I had hopes.

“OK, open your closet door, and stand in front of that mirror,” I said.

She did, the mirror was floor to ceiling. I got up and went over. If I stood in the right place, I could see her, and see her other side in the mirror. I walked around. I even put my hands up, thumbs extended, making a sort of box with my thumbs touching, to get a rough idea of what the camera could see. I’d seen actors who played directors in movies doing that.

“Move over a little. That’s good,” I said.

“Like this?”

“That’s it, now turn a little to your left, and look over your shoulder, away from the mirror.”

It was good, I was looking at her back, but her front was in the mirror. Her face was pointing away from me, and the mirror.

“Can I take a pic with my phone, just to show you?” I said.

“No, use mine instead,” she said.

I took her cell phone, it was identical to mine, and got the camera working.

“Now lift your arms up, put your hands into your hair, like you’ve got your hair on top of your head, that’s it, just pile it up. Arch your back, yes, that’s good, just bury your face in your upper arm, perfect.”

I took the shot. Lifting her hands up had raised the long T shirt up, exposing more leg. I walked over to her, she turned and took the camera from me.

“Oh, that’s not bad, you can’t really see my face, but … Oh, you could see everything if I was naked, it got all of me clear down to my knees, front and back, you can almost see my bottom as it is,” she said, slowly half to herself.

“So what do you think?” I asked.

“Only with my camera, and you hand it to me as soon as you take the pic, I don’t want you sending it all over the world,” she said.

“All right, then just take off everything,” I said.

“Oh no, I have to comb my hair, and put some makeup on, and … if I do it right my nails won’t show, they’ll be in my hair. And I have to do some trimming, maybe a little shaving too.”

She turned and walked toward the ensuite bathroom. Once inside, she called to me through the open door.

“Make up the bed, and think of something with me on the bed, something similar,” she said.

“Don’t put too much makeup on, make sure your face has the same skin tone as your body,” I said to her.

“OK, good point. Hmmm, it is already darker than everything but my forearms,” she said.

“At least don’t make it lighter than your body, darker is normal, that’s OK,” I said. I could remember some B movies and less than top of the line magazines that showed nudes with faces made up to be more pale than their bodies. I isn’t a good look.

I made up the bed, then unmade it. I stripped off the quilt and top sheet, and left it with just the white fitted bottom sheet. My idea was that the plain white would be an anonymous background, it could be on any bed, anywhere.

I went to to the junk drawer in the kitchen and brought up those hooks, the ones that you stuck to the wall, and then just pulled the strip and they came loose. I also brought some clothesline from the laundry room.

By the time I got back, Jill was out of the bathroom, küçükyalı escort checking herself out in the mirror. I could see a slight smile as she posed this way and that.

She looked sexy, she wasn’t as slim as when we married, but who is. Her breasts were a bit larger, a full C cup now, and I loved her nipples. She had a bit of a tummy, and nice curvy hips. I started getting excited.

“What’s up honey?” she asked.

“I’m just fixing things up so that anyone who has or might have seen our bedroom, won’t recognize it,” I said. I wondered what she would say if I told her that ‘I was up,’ I nearly was too.

“I’ll take down the pictures on the walls,” she said, and proceeded to do it.

It took another fifteen minutes, but when I was done, I had more white sheets hung so that a picture from the mirror would only show white in the background, and another draped from the headboard made any shots from the foot of the bed equally anonymous.

I was worried that by the time I finished she would be out of the mood, but my precautions were appreciated. I could see though, than it wouldn’t take much of a touch on the clothesline to knock them off of the small hooks I had put up. Well, it was only temporary.

“OK, honey, that should do it,” I said. It was then that I looked at her, wow, it was fantastic. For some reason I wasn’t sleepy, and she didn’t look sleepy either. She actually looked excited. I know I was.

“Wow, you look fantastic!” I said.

“Thanks hun, is this how you want me?” she said, getting into position.

“Yes, give me your phone,” I said.

“No, take the good camera, I put it on the dresser.”

“That’s it, just turn your head a bit more, perfect,” I said, then took the picture.

“Let me see.”

I took the camera to her and we looked at the pic I had just taken.

I could easily see her pussy, now with much of her triangle of hair gone, and what was left was trimmed short. I could even see the beginning of her slit. It was very sexy. And her nipples were seriously erect. I suddenly had the idea of getting a spare shoe lace and connecting each nipple by tying each end of the shoe lace to a nipple.

“That’s good, but take another, same pose, just zoom in a little more, make me fill the screen,” she said.

Wow, my wife, my prudish wife, was wanting to improve the naked photo of herself.

“How’s this one,” I said, showing her the shot.

“That’s good, what do you want to do next?” she said.

It took a few minutes of thinking, and all the while she was standing in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, trying to see her bottom, cupping and hefting her breasts, trying to see what they looked like from the side, inspecting her pubic hair, apparently making sure she had trimmed it evenly.

She was beautiful. Her light brown, or maybe it was dark blond, hair was up on top of her head in a loose chignon, her face was very lightly made up, her blue eyes somehow looked bigger, more arresting, and her lips were a bright candy-apple red that I had never seen on her before.

“It’s a good thing you weren’t wearing panties to bed tonight,” I said.

She looked over at me.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“Then there would be lines on you from where the panty elastic was. It always takes a little bit to fade away,” I explained.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, going back to what she was doing.

I noticed that her toes were also painted to match her fingernails and lips. Instead of the full bush she usually wore, that she joked looked like a map of Tasmania, she had trimmed it both in length and coverage. Now it was a shallow and narrower “V” that pointed to her pussy. Everything else was completely bare, as were her lower lips.

I had never seen her like this. I liked it. Not that I didn’t like the look she had before. I’m not usually turned on by a completely bare pussy, but what she had done was to accent and emphasize. I couldn’t wait to go down on her, I knew that would make an already fun pastime even better.

I licked my lips seeing that, no more short hairs in my mouth. Not that we had done that in a long time anyway. Seeing her so nonchalantly naked in our bedroom, made up, was turning me on. I got ideas, ideas about her, just like this, in other places, places in the house, and outside it as well.

Then and unpleasant thought intruded, but she spoke before I could explore it.

“Are you ready yet?” she asked.

“OK, I’m ready,” I said, but before I could say anything she spoke again.

“How’s this pose,” she said.

She was standing in much the same position, but one hand was cupping a breast, and the other was pulling the erect nipple outward, held between the red nailed forefinger and thumb.

I took the picture without saying anything. I was in awe. How could she had suddenly changed. Was this something that I could have been doing for a long time, if I had just asked?

“I’d like a closeup of that nipple,” I said, making my voice sound as matter-of-fact sancaktepe escort as I could.

“Sure, go for it.”

I moved to a better angle, made sure of my background, and used the zoom lens. A breast, a boob, a tit, nipple pulled out by finger and thumb, everything else out of focus. I was great.

“OK, now turn away from the camera, just look away from me, over your shoulder again, and put one hand on your hip, the other resting under your breast, yes, fingers spread, maybe a bit lower. Perfect,” I said as I took the pic.

“Now turn slightly, still facing away from the mirror, but over this way, put your hand up more, cupping your breast, and look down at it, yes, the other hand still on your hip,” I said. I took one more, but wanted another.

“Same thing, but take the other hand from your hip, and pull on your nipple, yes, and more, and more,” they were interesting shots, and I could see she had a good grip on the nipple.

“That didn’t hurt you did it?” I asked. She just looked and grinned, making a kissing motion with her lips.

“OK, give me the camera, lets see what it looks like,” she said, holding her hand out for the camera.

For some reason I pulled down the bedsheets, thinking that we were done there.

I was sporting a full erection at this point. It was late on a Friday night, long after the usual bed for us. It just wasn’t normal for her to parade around in makeup, freshly done nails and nothing else at any time. She brought me back to the matter at hand.

“I’d like to do these last two again, maybe I could make it better. I hope you don’t mind putting the sheets up again,” she said quietly as she was looking at the camera display.

As I put the sheets back up again I thought our bedroom looked like a laundry. I noticed that she was taking some full on as well as side on shots into the mirror, the camera obscuring her face.

“OK, now turn away from the camera, just look away from me, over your shoulder again, and put one hand on your hip, the other resting under your breast, yes, fingers spread, maybe a bit lower. Perfect,” I said as I took the pic. She turned, she had a wild sort of look in her face, excited and turned on, and something else. She gave me the camera.

“What now?” she asked.

“Now turn slightly, still facing away from the mirror, but over this way, put your hand up more, cupping your breast, and look down at it, yes, the other hand still on your hip,” I said. I took one more, but wanted another.

“Same thing, but take the other hand from your hip, and pull on your nipple, yes, and more, and more,” they were interesting shots, and I could see she had a good grip on the nipple.

“That didn’t hurt you did it?” I asked. She just looked and grinned, making a kissing motion with her lips.

“Let me see, let me see,” she said, reaching for the camera.

“Those look good, I’m really impressed that you’ve posed me like this. Now, what have you got in mind for the bed?” she asked.

“How about a look at the ones you took?” I asked.

“Not now, lets get to the bed.”

Truth is I hadn’t thought about that at all. I had planned to use a couple of pillows to simulate her body and take some shots with my phone to test out various compositions. No time now. Think Jack, think!

“Well, before that, I would like a shot of you, full frontal, smiling, just as a reference, and then side and back, and other side,” I said.

“Not going to happen, no face, smiling or not,” she said, her face revealing nothing.

“OK, without face. I was wondering if you, we, would like them so we can look back later in life, to see how things have changed,” I said.

“Good Idea, but not imaginative, I was thinking of something like that, but want something less clinical, something like we just did. we’ll plan on a few basic poses, same ones, every year or two, if we do it at all. Of course we could do some of your, erect and soft, with a ruler as well.” she said.

I was wondering where all this was going, that nagging thought intruded and suddenly got a little worried, why the sudden interest. Who was going to see these, she didn’t want me spreading them around, I was hit with the thought that she might have a secret life and they were for someone else. Down below, something wilted.

“Well?” she said.

“On your belly, diagonally, face to the headboard,”

I took several angles, she did have a nice bottom. I made sure to see it from the best angles.

“Lift one leg up at the knee, that’s it,” I said.

“That’s good, now turn, face to me, same thing, just turn your head away,” I told her.

These looked good too, I moved around again, even took some close ups of her bottom.

“Lift up on your elbows, let your breasts hang down,” I said.

“You mean my tits, my boobs?” she said grinning.

They were good shots and I love seeing her tits hanging down.

As she had before, she wanted to see the results. I had taken several pictures of her, all good, in my opinion. I waited as she checked each one.

“I don’t like this one,” she said as she deleted it. “But I like the rest, they’re keepers,” she continued.

“All right, now, straighten out on the bed, head at the top, on this side,” I said. I was winging it, and hoped for the best.

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Colleen pulled her Mustang into a parking spot at the tennis club. In the rearview mirror she touched up her shoulder-length dark red hair with her matching dark red fingernails, put on some matching lipstick, clicked the cap back on, and swung her lovely tennis legs out of the car. She had been the ladies champion now for 3 years running. She was made for tennis, made for belonging to this club, for being champion of this club. In her late thirties, her 5’6 body was trim and fit. On the court, she wore tops that were tight, and skirts that were stretchy, almost never shorts: provocative, but controlled. In a way her tennis outfit was like a uniform, an invisible shield. The men liked to watch her play; she heard that in their locker room they waxed eloquent about her body, about the beauty of her breasts, about fucking her. They called her “creampuss”.

Among the women she had a few social friends – she was basically very nice – but her tennis skill and her sexiness got under the skin of the catty women, the women who “did lunch”. They would lower their voices as she passed them in the dining room, their Gucci and Versace handbags on the floor beside their chairs, their hair perfect. Even though Colleen didn’t have Anna Kournikova’s gorgeous flaxen tresses, these women still called her “bitchikova”. For her part, she called them the “dry cunts”, equally vicious, but more accurate. It didn’t bother her much; catty girls had been saying things like that since she was sixteen. The only thing that bothered her, completely privately, was the word “cunt”, a word she never felt comfortable uttering aloud. All the more appropriate then, for these witches.

She liked to play on Friday afternoons; the place was usually deserted. She smiled at her reflection in the front door of the club: slim, muscular legs, black leather skirt, and a tight black stretch top. In this reflection she couldn’t make out her nipples, but she knew they were just visible; her bra was almost sheer, a C-cup, and allowed her breasts to bounce as she walked. She felt good.

Inside she smiled and waved at homely Kelly, the receptionist, a sweet girl in her early twenties, who liked Colleen because Colleen always asked about her family in Saskatchewan. On the opposite side of the desk, talking to Kelly, was a tall woman, blonde, strikingly dressed in a shimmering electric blue suit, with red nails. Another one of the “dry cunts”, Colleen thought to herself, but she hadn’t seen this one before.

Colleen walked swiftly past the pro’s office. Ted, a bronzed mid-40s athletic guy, was always checking out Colleen’s legs and ass and tits, trying to get into Colleen’s pants, even though he had a wife. He was “a player”, as the girls called him in their locker room – not a tennis player, that is, but one who “played around”. She waved at him and flashed a sexy smile. Even though she always spurned him, she liked the effect she had. “Bitchikova”: in a few small ways, she did earn the title.

The reality was that sex – and men – interested her only from time to time. Even her fantasy life came and went. She did keep a couple of movies in her bottom drawer, mainly of men stroking their cocks and cumming; her favorite thing was to see cum shooting from the end of a hard, thick cock; she had a thing about men masturbating. And she had a couple of toys – vibes, special panties with beads that rubbed her clit, but she hadn’t touched them in about a month. The best way to describe her life right now was “contained”: contained within the tennis club, some volunteering, her son and daughter away for the winter at ski school – they were both incredible skiers – and her ex-husband sending cheques from California where he lived alone now, too. She shivered away the memory, and smiled at her luck: she had been losing interest in him anyway. Men were lusting after her all the time. She caught them looking. She made them look. But that was as much of a thrill as she had the motivation for these days.

Once in the locker room, she quickly changed. Tight cotton top, sports bra, and tight wraparound skirt that sometimes flipped up when she moved from side to side on the court, showing glimpses of lace panties instead of the functional cotton panties people expected. Naughty, but contained. She knew that when she played her nipples got hard, just like Venus Williams. But Venus and Serena were both such big girls. Amazons. She shuddered at the thought, and walked into the winter bubble they used in the bad weather.

“Colleen!” Ted’s voice came across the bubble.

“Fuck,” she thought, not bothering to turn around.

“Debbie can’t come today. She just called.”

Double fuck. She just waved at Ted, took her balls and went over to the backboard. She was in a pissy mood. She drove the ball, over and over, the THWACK of the backboard echoing in the bubble.

“Sorry.”

Colleen heard the voice and stopped, realizing someone had been talking to her for a while as she had been thumping the ball into the backboard. It was Ted again, and the woman she had seen talking acıbadem escort to Kelly when she arrived. The tall blonde “dry cunt.” Now decked out in tennis gear. Not just tennis gear: Ralph Lauren tennis gear. Colleen smiled politely.

“Colleen, let me introduce you to Katrina Matthews. A new member at the club. She’s quite a good player. Used to be a state champion, back east.”

The tall blonde woman looked down at Colleen slowly, with a slight smile that Colleen thought was probably friendly, then looked down over at Ted. Colleen could tell he was sizing the new woman up. In her Ralph Lauren tennis jumper, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and her tanned, muscular legs, she would fuel Ted’s fantasies for hours. Another conquest. Katrina gave him a withering look. “Please Ted, don’t say things like that. That was a long time ago.”

Ted smiled back, aware of embarrassing the woman. “Colleen is the ladies’ champion,” he said to Katrina.

Katrina raised her eyebrows – her well-plucked eyebrows – above incredibly blue eyes, so blue Colleen thought she must be wearing tinted contacts. “Oh really? Well you’re probably too good for me.”

“No, let’s hit. My match bailed.” Colleen extended her hand, much smaller than the other woman’s. She noticed the bright red nail polish again. Harsh. “Welcome to the club.” In a spirit of conspiracy, Colleen and Katrina turned to their respective ends of the court, both ignoring Ted. This woman, like Colleen, obviously was used to keeping assholes like Ted at bay.

They hit for a while. Then they played. The other woman actually was good. Competent, understated, and confident. Intense. Only real competitors possessed that kind of intensity. But obviously out of practice. Or some other problem, maybe an old injury. Colleen broke her four times, easily enough to win 6-2, 6-2.

Afterward, standing beside the net, Colleen tried to assess whether she wanted to play this woman again.

“The ladies champion, huh?” The tall woman’s voice was lower than her own. “I can see why. Did you ever play in the east? I would probably know you if you did. I just moved here.” The tall woman gave a shiver. “So good to be out of that world.”

Colleen looked up at her, angling her head. This was one of her looks she used on men, practiced so many times that it was unconscious: the angled, slightly puzzled, slightly modest look, used for responding to a compliment. She scratched her thigh with her nails, dark red nails, vividly contrasting her pale skin – another unconscious act. The tall woman just stood there looking down at her, saying nothing, then Colleen realized she was awaiting a response. She broke out of her daze. “Thanks! I’m just lucky to be in a club that doesn’t have too many competitive players, I guess.”

The tall woman raised her eyebrows quickly, then slipped her racquet in its cover. “Oh really? I consider myself pretty competitive. We’ll have to play again.” She pushed a wisp of her blonde hair behind her ear and picked her watch out of her bag. “Fuck. I have to run. I have a bit of a date. Sorry about that.” In ten seconds she was gone.

Colleen gathered her racquets and balls and walked to the locker room. She threw her stuff in the bottom of the wooden locker, not bothering to lock it, wrapped a towel around herself and walked to the shower. She hung the towel on the outer privacy door. Soaped herself up, around her breasts, lifting them, pinching them slightly, feeling a little something but not pursuing it. Soaped her mound of wispy dark hair, her fingers along her slit, washing away the sweat. Again, feeling a twinge of distant pleasure, but not pursuing it. She turned off the shower, and towelled herself dry.

Then she heard it. A barrage of the foulest language she had ever heard from a woman’s mouth. With pauses, like the woman was on the telephone. She must be on the telephone. A cell phone. Cell phones weren’t allowed in the club, it was that snooty. Colleen tiptoed along the rows of lockers toward her own, listening.

“You fucking bitch. You lazy, cunt-licking inconsiderate bitch. What do you mean you’re sorry? We were supposed to meet at 6 and you tell me you have to work? This date has been in the book for a week! I bet he’s fucking you, isn’t he?” [pause] “oh yeah right, he has a big case and just has to have you stay behind. On a Friday night? And I bet you’re wearing those clothes I told you to wear? Right?” [pause] “yeah right, no wonder he wants you to stay and fuck. Dressed like that. A fucking slut. That’s all you are. Filthy whore.”

By now Colleen was shaking. Whoever it was, this woman was talking to another woman. God how awful. She moved quietly, very quietly, closer to her locker. She stood on her towel and reached into her locker for her bra. But the barrage continued.

“I bet you’re wet right now just thinking of him fucking you, dressed like that all day, probably flashing him, watching to see if he has a hard on.” [pause] “Oh reaaaaallllly? It’s me you’re wet for? You needy, aching slut. You really atalar escort can’t control that wet cunt of yours, can you?”

Colleen was stunned. She stared into the darkness of her locker, wide-eyed, not moving keeping as quiet as possible. Why didn’t the girl on the other end just hang up?! She looked at her hand touching the door of her locker and realized it was shaking. The woman’s voice got closer, and louder. It was almost at the end of her row of lockers. Then it was there, right there: the woman just reached the end of the row of lockers and turned swiftly, still screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was her. Katrina Matthews. All decked out in that stunning shimmering electric blue suit, shouting into her cell phone, oblivious to the rest of the world. She turned swiftly on her heel without even looking down toward Colleen.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh right! you’ll make it up to me? You think I want to fuck you after you’ve had that slutcunt of yours fucked by some messy man?” [pause] “No, there’s nothing you can do to make it up to me. Unless you slide two fingers in your cunt and let me hear how wet you are. Then I might reconsider. Come on, let me hear it.” [pause] “Of course, I’m serious. Yes, at your desk. Now.” [longer pause] “Yes, I heard it. You are such a slut, aren’t you. But you know what, baby? There’s more sluts out there than you think. So I just might find myself another cute girl if you don’t have time to see me!” [pause] “No!! Don’t call me tonight when you’re done! I don’t want to be disturbed! I’m making other plans. You know what I’m like. I have needs!”

Colleen just stood stock still, stunned, as the voice got closer and then further away as Katrina Matthews stalked up and down the rows of lockers, obviously unaware that anyone else was around. Colleen’s entire body was flushed with shock and embarrassment. Shit, she thought. What kind of a girl would put up with that crap?

“No, honey, we’ll just have to see. Besides, ours was never a forever thing anyway, was it? Call me tomorrow.” Then some silence, the snap of a cell phone closing. Then the sound of heels thudding on the thin carpet. Clothes rustling. Colleen’s entirely body flushed, still naked, grasping her bra, standing on her towel, holding her breath.

She turned and looked at the end of her row of lockers. There she was, Katrina, standing with her legs slightly apart, her one hand on the strap of her leather purse, her face flushed, still breathing hard from her torrent of words. Colleen blushed deeply at her, realizing Katrina probably thought no one was around to listen to that spew of words.

Katrina tossed her head. Gave a chuckle. Took a step closer, then another, slowly. “So you heard all that, huh? Sorry honey.”

Colleen quickly began to put her bra on, very nervous, and fumbled with the clasp. “Very hard not to, actually.” She smiled weakly as she turned her back to the tall woman, feeling exposed. She cursed her fumbling fingers, hearing the rustle of the other woman’s clothes as she approached slowly. “But don’t worry. I am the last person in the world to gossip.” She still couldn’t get the clasp to fasten. “Damn.”

She felt the other woman’s fingers touching on her own where they were trying to fasten the bra strap.

“Having trouble? Here…”

“Thanks.” Colleen let the other woman take the two ends of her bra strap, and waited for her to do them up, blushing deeply at her clumsiness, dizzily uncomfortable. She closed her hands into a fist to control her shaking.

“Oh I’m not worried, Colleen, honestly. I’m way past that. And I couldn’t give a shit about gossip.” Colleen felt her bra, instead of being done up, being lifted slowly and carefully from her shoulders. “On the other hand, you seem embarrassed, Colleen. Did I embarrass you?” She felt the fingers brush her shoulder straps off her shoulders, then caught the bra as it fell off, around her tummy, her breasts bare, her back to the tall woman.

Shit. What now? How would she get out of this?

“Well I guess it is embarrassing, that kind of talk.” Colleen breathed deeply, deciding she had to be completely clear and emphatic, make her point about not being interested. She turned, and looked up at Katrina Matthews seriously, solemnly. “Listen. I’m sorry I listened to your conversation. Really! But- ” and here she angled her head again – “but… anyway… I’m not that way. Maybe you could give me some space.” She smiled disarmingly, wanting to be nice as she rejected the other woman. She had never been interested in women. Katrina must be wearing tinted contacts, that’s the only way her eyes could be that blue.

Why for the life of her was she noticing her eyes now?

Within the space of a single breath everything became slow motion. The tall woman lifted her hand to Colleen’s shoulder, then slid it up her neck slowly. Colleen had never felt so uncomfortable, so embarrassed in her life. She felt the other woman’s breath on her face as she spoke. The tall woman’s breath smelled of mint, and, strangely, of poppies. aydınlı escort Colleen couldn’t figure out why at this very second she would think of the scent of poppies, but that’s what the woman’s breath smelled like. Maybe because it was like a drug. Katrina spoke. “Not that way, Colleen?” The taller woman took Colleen’s small hand in her larger, slender one, and guided it to the nest of wispy hair between Colleen’s legs. “Then why are you so wet, Colleen?” She was, she didn’t know it, but she could smell it. Her face turned crimson. In one motion Colleen felt her fingers guided into her pussy lips, and heard herself whimper aloud, almost scream, with a high-pitched intake of breath, at the sudden invasion. She jerked her hips back. She needed someone to save her. The fingers at her pussy, her own fingers, forced there by the other woman’s, dipped into her quivering pussy lips. They were soaked. God how terrible. She groaned. She had to stop herself. It must be the fright, the shock.

“No! Please!” When she tried to wrench herself away the taller woman slammed her body against Colleen, pushing her back against the locker next to her own. Colleen had tears in her eyes, she couldn’t believe it. She was quaking, quivering, frightened. Worst of all, her pussy was so wet. God how awful. She had never felt such shame! The hand of the other woman at her neck then pulled her face forward, crushing her lips with a hard, bruising kiss. She had never felt a woman’s kiss before, not a hard, hungry sexual one. Their teeth clacked together. She could hardly breathe. She felt faint. She was miserable, she was humiliated, she was out of control, she could feel her body shaking, her heart pounding. Only when she began to cum did she realize she was fingering herself without Katrina’s fingers there; it was simply her own fingers pushing into her pussy. She was doing it to herself. She couldn’t stop. Her orgasm exploded as Katrina’s lips came away from her own, grunting loudly in rhythm to her own hard spasms. Low, hoarse grunts, like an animal. She didn’t know how her free arm became wrapped around Katrina’s neck, but as her orgasm swept over her she found herself hanging desperately there, her fingers unable to stop their intense fucking of her own pussy. When she couldn’t stop her spasms she sobbed, her body wracked with tremors, just sobbing and sobbing, not bothering to try and stop her own fingers on her clit and diving into her pussy, tears streaming down her face, jerking and hanging on for dear life to the taller blonde woman.

She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know how she could be doing this. Shit what was happening? She sobbed, and felt the tremors still shaking her body. She crumpled. Felt her body sliding down the other woman’s, her back against the wooden locker behind her, till her ass was on the carpet floor, her legs spread on either side of Katrina’s black patent pumps, the scent of her own cum-soaked pussy rising up. She couldn’t stop sobbing. A dam had burst. Tears streaming down her face, falling on her breasts as she hung her head, uncontrollable. What had just happened? She screwed up her eyes, closed tight, hoping it was all a bad dream.

Then she felt something at her pussy lips, and looked down. The toe of Katrina’s shoe was there, the rounded point carefully sliding up and down her labia, slipping into her parted, swollen, soaking lips. She couldn’t believe it. She sobbed some more.

“Take my shoe off.”

Trembling through her tears and her humiliation, she reached down, felt down the stocking covered ankle, and slipped the shoe off the taller woman’s foot, which immediately started stroking her wet clit. Colleen shuddered and whimpered. “Oh please… please don’t. Oh god oh god oh god please don’t oh please yes oh god god yesssssss!!!!!!”

She grabbed Katrina’s foot and mashed it against her pussy, grabbed it very hard and tight and pressed it against her clit, humping it hard. She came very fast. Hard and fast. Groaning, trembling, shaking. She sobbed and threw her head back, feeling the tall woman’s toe just playing with her slit now, away from her sensitive clit. Colleen’s hands were still on Katrina’s ankle, then slid down to her toes, and felt how wet they were through her stocking. She spoke but all that came out were the hoarsest whispers. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” Colleen’s fingers wiped ineffectually at the tall woman’s toes, as if she was trying to clean them. she whimpered again when she looked down at herself sitting on her wet towel, her bare breasts, nipples pointed, her swollen pussy lips wet and pink and glistening, and the other woman completely dressed.

Katrina’s wet toes slid up her tummy, up between her breasts, under her neck to her chin. “You have to use your mouth, silly girl, not your fingers.”

Stifling a sob, Colleen opened her mouth and closed her eyes, taking the woman’s soft toes between her lips, feeling the texture of the hose, sucking them, licking them, tasting her own juices on the elegant toes. She had no control, the tears were still falling. She tasted salt. She realized her tears were falling on Katrina’s foot, which made it impossible to clean them properly. She hung her head and sobbed more. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. Then she stopped, saying nothing, not knowing what to say. Completely humiliated.

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