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It’s a really nice day outside, I thought, as I gazed out of the third floor window, and here I am stuck at school. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was in English.

“Sam!”

“Yeah, Miss?” I turned back around to find my English teacher, Miss Evans, staring at me from her desk. She was 23, and had only been working at the school since the start of the year. I was 18 years old.

She wasn’t too tall, probably just over 5 foot, but she was so hot. She had a cute roundish face, wore glasses, and always had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. I guess it made her look even younger than she was.

“Have you finished reading chapter one already?”

“No, I..”

“Every lesson it’s the same thing,” She was getting up from her desk now and striding over towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the odd person daring to turn their head in my direction. Miss Evans was beginning to go red in the face “And every lesson we end up having the same argument. I’ve had enough of it, Sam. I want you in here after school!”

“You’re giving me detention!?” She didn’t reply. She just escort güngören span round and walked back to her desk. Anger was bubbling up inside me. She was just picking on me, it was always the same. But as much as I hated her right then, I couldn’t help but stare at her arse as she walked away.

This usually ended up happening. No matter how pissed off I was at her, I seemed to end staring at her amazing body. My favourite were her breasts. They weren’t too big, probably B-cup. But somehow they made her seem perfect.

After another 3 hours of school, I made my way up to the third floor English room, and slowly entered. Miss Evans was sitting at her desk. It took a couple of seconds to register who it was, her hair wasn’t in it’s usual ponytail, but hanging freely. She got up and approached me.

“Glad you could finally make it,” she said, pointing at her watch.

“Sorry, Miss, I got held up by…”

“I don’t want to hear you’re excuse. If you’re not going to take this detention seriously then you can have one tomorrow bayan escort too”

“What!?” My anger bubbled over this time. “Are you crazy? You know fucking full well I’ve done nothing wrong! This whole thing’s bullshit, I’m leaving.” As I turned around to get out of the room, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back around.

“How dare you talk to me like that!” Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy. The next thing I knew her other hand slapped me across the face. I just stood there staring at her. What the hell was she playing at? She moved closer, our faces inches apart.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” She threw her lips onto mine. They were so soft. Her tongue thrust itself into my mouth, and all the anger I had felt seconds ago was gone, replaced by lust.

She broke away, and stepped back. I was expecting her to tell me how big a mistake the kiss was, to tell me to leave; but she simply gave me a sexy grin, then removed her top and her bra.

I was now able to see the true beauty of her boobs. Her nipples were standing up. I escort güneşli reached out and pulled her back towards me, kissing her for a second time. This time, she began taking my clothes off, then the rest of hers.

“Fuck me, Sam.” The tone of her voice was no longer commanding, but longing. I pushed her backwards, onto her desk. She grabbed my already hard cock and pulled it towards her pussy. The head of my dick was just touching her. She was so wet!

I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to see how she felt. I pushed my cock inside her pussy. She was so tight.

“Oooh, Sam!” I began pumping in and out. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until her moans echoed around the room.

“I’m going to cum, Sam!” I had only just registered what she’d said, when I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

“I want you’re hot cum inside of me, Sam.” Her voice was shaky, her body still quivering. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I pumped my cock in her for the last time, the feeling in my balls exploded. I could feel the cum shooting into her wet pussy over and over.

I pulled out and sat on the desk beside her.

“Fucking hell, Miss, that was amazing”

“Yes,” she replied, “but look at the mess you’ve made on my desk.” She pointed to the cum dripping out of her pussy. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a weeks worth of detentions…”

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Meeting Maggie

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Maggie and I met in one of those adult chat rooms. We exchanged pictures, and I immediately fell in love. She wasn’t a knockout, but she had a “girl-next-door” cuteness about her. Most importantly, I could tell from the shirt that she was wearing in her picture that she had really nice, big tits. I’m a breast guy, so after looking at the picture I was more than ready to cyber with the girl. After about an hour of online fun, we exchanged email addresses, IM screen names and phone numbers.

Maggie lives in Delaware and I live in Texas, but the long distance didn’t come between us and our internet and phone sex sessions. Not only was Maggie cute, but she had a voice that drove me crazy. By June 10, Maggie and I had been talking to each other for about 3 months. That was the day that she said that she wanted to meet me in person. She was out of school for the summer, and wanted to fly to Dallas to meet me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I offered to pay for her plane ticket, but she refused to let me. We made plans to meet that weekend.

I could hardly wait for Friday to roll around. I booked us into one of the best hotels in Dallas (a hotel way over my budget, by the way), and made reservations at one of the city’s trendiest restaurants. That Friday, I was at Gate 36 of DFW Airport with a half dozen roses. When I saw Maggie my heart skipped a beat. She was even prettier than she was in her picture. Her shoulder length black hair bounced as she walked. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with life and mischief, and her body…..Let’s just say that her picture did not do her justice. Her lithe, 19 year old body fit her perfectly, even though her C cup breasts look a little too large for her 5’2 frame. When she recognized me, she gave me a fierce hug. Being a foot taller than her, I had to bend down to kiss her on the lips. She was three years younger than me, but she seemed to have a maturity well beyond my years. Maggie was all woman.

“I was wondering what it would be like when we finally met,” she said as she took the offered flowers.

“Maggie, you’re even more beautiful than you are in your picture,” I managed to say while looking into her big, brown eyes.

“You are always so sweet to me,” she replied.

She took my hand, and we walked to my car. She threw her carry-on bag (Which was her only piece of luggage. Apparently, she didn’t plan on wearing much on our weekend together) into the backseat, and we drove off into the humid Southern twilight. As I told Maggie about escort çapa the restaurant that we were going to be having dinner at, I could see disappointment spread across her face.

“What’s wrong,” I asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to be disappointed by any aspect of our weekend.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Then she smiled wickedly as she looked at me. “I just thought we could skip dinner. What I’m really hungry for is you, Brad.”

I could feel my cock start to stir as I tried to keep myself from looking too overjoyed. I stared at Maggie. The smile stiff frozen on her face, she arched her eyebrows in a silent plea. She waited for me to say the words she wanted to hear.

“Shall we go straight to the hotel then?” I said with a grin.

She touched my right thigh, and her hand wandered near my growing cock.

“Mmmm,” she cooed, “that sounds like a better plan.”

We pulled into the hotel’s parking garage, and checked in at the front desk. After, we stepped into the elevator for our ride up to the fourth floor. Maggie wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me hard on the lips.

“Oh, my God, Brad, I’ve wanted to do this for so long now,” she whispered through shallow breaths. I started to kiss her neck as I ran my hands down the curves of her body. I could feel her bare ass through the material of her short, black skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Just before I could run my hands up and underneath her skirt, the elevator reached the fourth floor. I led her to our room. We were like high school kids about to experience their first time. Maggie giggled excitedly as I fumbled with the room’s key card.

The door had barely closed when Maggie shoved me against the wall and kissed me again. This time, she unbuckled my belt while she kissed. I went back to where I left off in the elevator. My hands followed the inside curve of her thighs until I reached her smoothly shaved pussy. Maggie was already very wet, and she moaned as I started to tease her down there with my fingers. She had my rock hard cock in her hand by then and was slowly stroking it.

She flashed that same wicked smile that I had seen in my car. She slowly traced a finger along the hair at the center of my chest and stomach as she sank down to her knees. She took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirled over it as she started to slowly stroke the shaft. I leaned back against the wall and moaned for escort bayan istanbul more as Maggie expertly sucked me off. Her lips enveloped me inch by inch as she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her nose brushed against my pubic hair as she deep throated me like a pro. She moved back up to the tip, and then swallowed me again and again. Every time, more and more saliva ran down my shaft. My balls ached. Maggie stroked and sucked harder and faster. I was ready to shoot my load, and I warned her.

She let my throbbing dick slide from her mouth as she unbuttoned her white, silk blouse. Her beautiful C cups were held in place by a lacey, black bra.

“Cum on my tits, baby,” she said. “I know you like to pretend to do it when we talk online.”

I smiled and nodded. She enveloped my shaft with her mouth again and finished the job for me. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled myself from Maggie’s mouth and aimed my cock for her bra clad mammories. She squeezed them together and cooed in anticipation. I held my cock in my fist and stroked once…twice.

My hot, wet sticky load landed with a splat between Maggie’s magnificent cleavage. I shot two more loads, coating Maggie’s tits, bra and chest. She took my cock into her mouth again and greedily sucked out the last, lingering drops of my seed.

“Mmmm,” she said while she smiled up at me. “Now, that was much better than any dinner would have been.”

I startled Maggie by picking her up in my arms. I walked over to the bed, and she squealed with delight as I threw her down onto it. She started to wriggle out of her skirt as I pulled the remainder of my clothes off as fast as I could. She dropped her skirt onto the floor, and I got my first glimpse of her perfectly shaved snatch. She reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The lacey, cum soaked material slid away from her chest to reveal her very ample breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, and she moaned softly as her hands lightly brushed against them.

As I surveyed the curves of Maggie’s body, my cock began to grow again. By the time my face was between her legs, I was completely erect. My tongue licked her cunt from top to bottom. She was already wet, and I savored the taste of her sweet juices.

“Yeauuuuhhhh,” she tried to speak, but her words came out as a moan as I started to flick my tongue across her swollen clit.

“Oh…… God….uhhhh. Oh YES,” she stammered. “Eat my pussy, Brad. Just like that, baby.” escort etiler I sucked her clit into my mouth sucking for all I was worth. I wanted to do for her what she had done for me. Maggie had her legs draped over my shoulders, and she began to grind her cunt against my face as I brought her closer and closer to where she wanted to be. Her hips pushed forward as an explosion of her juices hit me in the face. She sighed heavily as her orgasm subsided. My tongue lapped up the cum that did not coat my face. She sighed dreamily as I licked her clean.

My cock was still hard as a rock. I climbed up onto the bed with Maggie and straddled her; my cock dangling inches from her hot pussy.

“Maggie,” I said, “you always make me so hard. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“What are you going to do to me, baby?” she asked with a smile. “Tell me what you’re going to do, bad boy.”

My cock ached to be inside of her. I probably wouldn’t last for more than a few seconds before cumming. I prayed that I wouldn’t disappoint her.

“I’m going to shove my hard cock inside of you, and pound your pussy until I fill you up with my seed.”

Maggie’s eyes gleamed in anticipation and a wide grim spread across her face. “Fuck me baby. Give it to me hard.”

Never being one to break a promise to a woman, I shoved my cock inside of her, spreading her pussy lips wide. Maggie wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her soft, tight ass as I pumped my cock in and out of her. I started slowly, then faster and harder. With each thrust, all 8 rock solid inches of my dick entered her. Her pussy was surprisingly tight, and it held onto my manhood like a vice. Maggie moaned as her sharp fingernails dug into the flesh on my back. She screamed as I plunged into her again and again.

“You like this, don’t you,” I asked. “You love having a hot hard cock pound the hell out of your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh…uhhh..Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Brad. I’m going to cum…any seco..uhhhh! Any second.”

Maggie bucked underneath me, and I felt her juices flood her cunt. Her nails dug into me as she came. Her pussy still held onto me tight, and my balls ached to release their load. I had lasted much longer than I thought I would. With a groan, my hot, wet load filled Maggie’s pussy and mixed with her own juices. I groaned as my seed shot from my cock like bullets.

I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me. Her pussy continued to hold on tightly to my now wilting cock. I stared into Maggie’s big, brown eyes. She smiled up at me as she grabbed my face and pulled down to hers. She hungrily kissed me. We both moaned as our tongues teased each other. I looked into her eyes again and smiled at her.

“You were right,” I said. “That WAS better than any dinner would have been.”

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Memories of Harry Ch. 04

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A couple of weeks went by and Harry and I got to know the more mundane and ordinary things about each other. Who cooked when, what we each didn’t like to eat. Which chores around the house we didn’t mind doing or hated. I mean, who likes housework, right?

Harry said I could quit my job because his investment income, pension and social security were more than enough. I refused right off. I was already conceding something when I moved into his house. I wanted the independence of having my own money to do whatever. That was the first day after I took up residence. At the end of the week Harry told me he was pleased I wanted to keep working. Even if it meant we had less time together. “I like independent women of independent means, who know their own minds,” he smiled.

We had sex. Of course we did. Several times that first two weeks. Some of Harry’s friends probably though we were screwing like rabbits all the time. Wasn’t the case. Some people apparently assumed we weren’t screwing at all, except the rare occasion I’d presumably give “old Harry” a mercy fuck.

One of my co-workers at the bookstore cornered me on the second Wednesday and said, “So what’s it like, screwing an old guy like that?” “What makes you think we’re screwing?” I grinned at her. Georgia and I had had some high times when we were seniors together in high school. Now she was married to Al, a nice guy, except he always flirted with me. A couple of times at parties at their house, Al came on to me a little strong, I thought. I’d asked Georgia about him. Was he just fooling around? Yes and no she told me with a strange look in her eyes. “I mean he flirts with all the girls. But sometimes he’s serious too.” Did that mean he was a serious flirt? Later I thought I’d found out what she was referring to.

Georgia raised one eyebrow. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be screwing him. I know you, that’s why I think so. Of course you’re screwing him. I just wanna know how often and what it’s like. Details, girl, details. C’mon give. Tell me details.”

“Georgia, are you telling me about your orgies and gangbangs? What I hear about you doing on the weekends? Of course not. And I’m not kissing and telling either. We have a pretty ordinary life together. So far.” I winked and went back to shelving another box of romance paperbacks. I’d heard the rumors about Georgia and Al and what went escort fındıkzade on at some of their weekend parties. They’d been married a year or so by then. She never admitted anything.. But they didn’t deny the rumors either. Georgia would just smile whenever the subject came up.

That evening Harry and I were just hanging out, having a beer, reading, one eye on the TV. “Do you know Al Martin?” Harry asked.

“Sure. His wife works with me at the bookstore.” I waited but Harry didn’t say anything else. I forgot about it. Later in bed, just snuggling under the sheet, Harry raised another question. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I don’t make a habit of it. A lot of it is crap. Poorly done and fakey.” Do you? Watch porn?”

“Sometimes. More after my wife died. You’re right, a lot of it crap as you so elegantly put it. But within the crap are sometimes nuggets of useful information.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way,” I muttered. As I said we were in bed at the time and also naked. It hadn’t taken but a little persuasion to convince Harry that he could go to bed in the nude. He recognized the good side effects right off. Harry was no dummy. Just unlearned in some areas of life. Aren’t we all?

“Sure. For example, I was pretty far along in life before I discovered what’s called anal intercourse.”

“No kidding,” I said. “How was it?” I’d had a couple of experiences with it. It’d been okay, but it was mostly just uncomfortable. I suspected that was because my partner at the time didn’t know much either.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Or had it for that matter.” Harry chuckled and tweaked my nipple with his fingers. He knew I liked that as long as it wasn’t done too violently. I raised up until my nips just brushed across his chest. It was something that really could turn me on. I squirmed and did the chest/breast thing again. Harry grinned.

“You starting something?” I felt him slide one hand up along my flank and over my butt and up my back. I shivered. This guy gave the best body caresses, the best massage strokes. He just somehow knew exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry tipped up his head and kissed my nose. “Here’s the thing,” he went on. “I have a whole lot of theoretical knowledge about any number of things.”

“You escort istanbul mean like sex,” I said

“Sex. Yes, and other things, but lets talk about sex. Before I die I would like to explore a lot of the different ways we as humans can interact and connect.”

I smirked at him. “You mean you want to have a lot of out-of-normal, unusual and even kinky sex? Boinking, fucking, sucking and like that. Right? Stripping, public antics, maybe? Shall we make a list? You want to do some wienie wagging? Frottage? Cunnilingus? Fellatio? Or analingus?” I stopped blabbing and giggled at the expression on his face. Harry knew all the right words, of course. He probably knew more slang expressions than I did. But sometimes he didn’t like to hear them from me, except in certain circumstances. Like when we about to explode in a mutual come. Maybe you notice in this memoir I don’t use the popular cum for the big O.

I never liked spelling it that way for some reason. Just one of my personal quirks, I guess. Like liking the smell of sex. I have a sensitive nose, I’m told. I can sometimes tell you what kind of whiskey you’ve just been drinking from your breath. I love the smell of people’s sexual parts. I learned that from a guy I once dated. Very early in our relationship he caught me in the bathroom after a shower. I was using some fragrance on my pussy. I don’t even remember what it was. I’d always put a little perfume on me, even before I started shaving.

The guy got really upset. We were just about to go to bed, but he hauled me into the tub and ran water over me. He scrubbed my crotch with soap and water, all the while muttering that he didn’t ever want to smell some manufactured odor when he ate me, he wanted to smell me, the sexual part of me. Even if I hadn’t washed all day, or if I was sweaty in the summer. When he ate me out he wanted me in his nose, not eau d’ whatever.

Well, how could I object? Besides, by that time he had a raging boner and I was almost over the top. We screwed each other right there in the tub. It was great. My name is Alice and I don’t use perfumes. Anyway, back to this conversation with Harry. He allowed as how that if I was willing, we’d explore some of the things he’d read about and learned by watching porn films and videos. But only, he said, if I was not only willing but interested. He escort aksaray got real serious then and made sure I understood that this was going to be a joint journey. If I copped his joint in some public place, for example, not that he was suggesting it. (yeah, right) But if I was to do that, it had to be a cooperative venture.

“Harry, my boy,” I smirked. “There will be no half-way measures in this relationship. Whatever we do, we do together.”

“Shall I make a list?” he asked.

Now, I’m sure some of you reading this memoir are starting to drool over the possibility of a list which would inevitably lead to succeeding adventures, right? Where’s the fun in that? You’ll just have to do what Harry and I did. Make up a list as we all go along. Let’s see what kind of fun consenting adults can dream up! Some limits. No deliberate pain. Yes, I know some people who are very much into BDSM. That’s okay for them. I’m not gonna judge people who willingly do certain things. But I don’t have to do it ifen I doan wanna.

So anyway, after Harry and I agreed to some basic ground rules, he said, “I have these friends. Well, acquaintances, really. George and Carole Anderson. They’re both on the college faculty and that’s the main reason we have to be discreet.”

“Uh huh. Discreet is my middle name.” Harry was lightly pinching my nipples now so I returned the favor, only I was playing with his balls.

“They’ve invited us to a party tomorrow night at their place.” His lips and tongue traced circles on my chest, just below my boobs.

I slid a finger down below his nut sack and reached the puckered opening to his anus. He grunted when I pushed on it. Ass play wasn’t in his bag of tricks, yet, remember?. “So is this a sex orgy, or what?”

He grunted again and his butt cheeks flexed. I realized he was closer to coming than I’d thought. “Up!” I commanded and pushed up on one hip. He sort of rolled away from me which gave me access to his woody. I leaned over and just as I opened my mouth to descend on the tip of his prick, he came with a jerk of his hips. He shot his semen into my mouth and I clamped down, wrapping fingers on his penis and grabbing a butt cheek with the other hand. He groaned and gave me another smaller blast, and began to subside. I inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. Grand!

“Sorry, sweetie,” he said. “I usually last longer than that.”

“Harry, look at me,” I said. “Do you see a frown? Am I pouting?. Believe me, this look is happiness, bliss.”

“Damn, woman,” he whispered. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” We kissed, open-mouthed, tongues playing, breath intermingling, murmuring passionately to each other. Then we fell asleep.

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Lady Belinda

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Belinda was feeling concerned. Her close friend, Jean, had told her over a drink in the bar following their committee meeting that evening – in confidence of course – that their popular director, Johnnie claimed to have made love to all the ladies in the society who were worth having.

This puzzled her. He hadn’t had her, for one. Nor had he had her other close friend, Lois, because she would have told her – and Lois would have welcomed the attentions of Johnnie. She was besotted by him and often confided in Belinda that she would open her legs as wide as she could for Johnnie. In addition to all that, Lois was by general consent the most beautiful – most gorgeous member of the group – and not yet thirty! And Belinda herself was very well proportioned and good-looking, if not quite stunningly so. So there was some mistake somewhere.

Jean admitted to her that Johnnie had told her this in response to her question to him, after they had made love in the back of his car. That did not surprise Belinda, since Jean enjoyed a variety of lovers behind her husband’s back. And he did the same, so Jean explained. So it was by mutual consent.

(‘Tell me, Johnnie,’ Jean had asked quietly, whilst relaxing after the event, ‘ how many of the women in the society have you had?’

‘What? Oh, all the ones worth having,’ was his smiling retort. ‘But you’re the best,’ he had added gallantly.)

So as Belinda stepped out of her clothes getting ready for bed, she examined her figure in the mirror of her dressing room, turning one way, then the other. A few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, but smooth skin, nice full breasts with well-defined areola and nipples. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and the inner labia just visible in the gash of her plump vulva.

The thought that Johnnie wasn’t attracted to her – for that was the implication of his remark to Jean – upset her somewhat. Not that she was particularly attracted to him, but he was now becoming a challenge to her ego. Perhaps it would be interesting to make love with him just to assure herself that she did appeal to him. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea – and the more attractive Johnnie became.

As she climbed between the silk sheets of her bed, her husband John appeared naked from the bathroom. He was two years older, but he had one problem that had affected their love life. He had an oversized cock. Many women, of course, drool over large cocks, probably the ones who haven’t had one inside them. But John’s was a full ten inches and very thick. Belinda would be the envy of her friends if they knew, but the truth was that it hurt her when they fucked.

On one overzealous attempt at intercourse, the skin across the base of Belinda’s vulva – her fourchette – had actually torn. It was very painful and took ages to heal over. There was no pleasure for her in making love with such a massive penis. They resorted to manual and oral sex, but his cock was too big to be fully drawn into her mouth. And she was never very good at masturbating his massive cock. Just as a woman knows best how to bring herself to orgasm, so a man knows best his most sensitive areas to achieve ejaculation. So John and Belinda always finished themselves off.

Some mornings, Belinda would half open her eyes to see John sitting up in his bed, gazing down on his hard erection reaching up his chest. His hand was wrapped round the upper end of the shaft pumping it. By bending his head low, he was able to take the head of his cock into his mouth, which is what he was often did. His loins would writhe and jerk until, with a sudden jolt, his buttocks bouncing, head thrown back, his cock would explode over his neck and shoulders.

After a few moments of calm, John would slide out of bed and into the bathroom whilst Belinda quietly played with herself. Watching her husband masturbate his magnificent cock usually turned her on. As he showered, she would rub her clitoris to a mild, but satisfying orgasm.

So, she had not objected when he sought to stay his sexual appetite elsewhere. But she herself had never seriously thought of straying. The deceit and excuses would all too much trouble to keep up and she enjoyed her life of luxury too much to jeopardize it.

She watched casually as John climbed into his pyjamas, the large cock sprouting from the forest of thick hair, dangling and swaying between his hairy thighs. If only it was half the size, she thought, life would be very different. It wasn’t the only cock she had seen, of course. She had been brought up with dogs and horses, but it was when she was at college in Oxford that she had her first real sight of men’s cocks.

* * * * *

It happened when, with her friend, Pamela, she had accompanied four young students on a picnic outing one particularly hot Saturday afternoon. They had fooled about and romped around after the sandwiches and wine, rolling in the grass, running about and playing tag. Silly games. The exercise tired them, and as they flopped into the escort topkapı long grass, sweating, panting and laughing, Belinda’s skirt had ridden up to expose her brief diaphanous knickers, leaving little of her vulva to the imagination.

Her friend was also lying on her back panting for breath, knees bent, so that she too was showing her skimpy underwear. Unknown to her, though, tufts of her dark pubic hair were sprouting from the legs.

For four young lusty men fuelled by the wine, the sight of soft forbidden fruit inflamed their minds. Two of them, to reciprocate in a show of bravado, opened their shorts and under pants to expose their soft cocks to the two girls, waving them lewdly. Belinda and Pamela laughed loudly at the sight, pointing to the swaying cocks.

‘Good heavens,’ cried Pamela in mock surprise, ‘what are those supposed to be?’

‘Watch,’ one of the guys commanded, ‘and you’ll find out!’ And he stood facing them, legs apart, beginning to play with his cock, so that it stiffened and grew quickly to a handsome size. His friend followed suit whilst the other two men looked on with amusement. Although laughing, Belinda’s eyes were glued to the sight, watching in awe as the cocks filled and grew.

‘Have a feel!’ the young man suggested.

Belinda and her friend shook their heads in refusal, still unable to stop laughing at the sight of the two men, with stiff cocks swaying before them. But the sight of two hard cocks interested Belinda. She examined the weapons with absorbed interest. One had a sharp upward bend in the shaft, though both were about six inches in length she guessed. The colour of the skin differed – one pale and the other swarthy – as did their skin texture. The shorts had been dropped and kicked to one side, exposing the men from the waist down, so that Belinda had a clear view of the genitals.

The foreskin mesmerised Belinda. It slid down over the head to reveal the shining glans, before sliding back over it. And the testicles hanging low from the base of the shaft in their wrinkled bag held her attention. Her attention was entirely concentrated on her first sight of male genitals.

|The swarthy cock of the second guy was straight, but tapered from a thick base to a narrower tip, with smaller head. The veins showed through the skin like knotted whipcord, giving it a rugged look. His testicles were bunched up to the base of the shaft. She was very tempted to reach out and play with these handsome cocks.

Then, without any warning, the guys threw themselves on top of the women, falling between their thighs, pinning their shoulders to the ground. Flimsy pants were dragged roughly aside, whilst both giggling women struggled, but the weight of the men on top of them prevented any serious opposition. It was still a game – or so Belinda thought.

Not expecting any serious assault on their bodies, the women were completely taken by surprise, unable to avoid the stiff cocks invading their hairy vulvas. They started to object and struggle. Belinda felt the hard swarthy shaft prodding against her groin, searching for the virgin opening hidden between her lips. It was scary!

The other two men were laughing, removing their own shorts and underwear to join in the game, helping to drag the pants down the legs of the women, who were now crying out for them to stop. But to no avail. Struggle as they would, each of the women was held down, legs held apart, with the stiffened cocks having found the labia lips, nudging between them, trying to force penetration.

Belinda’s friend was the first to cry out in pain as her defences were breeched. She felt her own tight vagina, though always damp by nature, being ravished by the stiff cock pushing hard against it, gradually gaining entrance to that secret treasure. The situation had turned from laughter to a serious attempt at rape. The cock managed to gain access, in and out of the mouth of her vagina, seeking full penetration, and to her revulsion, Belinda felt herself begin to lubricate. She wept with frustration at the absurdity of it.

Here she was, trying to defend herself against unwelcome invasion, and all the time her vagina was giving the intruder an easy passage. It was like a nightmare. She couldn’t believe it was happening. Belinda felt the cock filling her, finally managing to push its way deep inside. But she felt completely numb. No sooner had it found its length, than it quickly withdrew to sprinkle starchy sperm in several jerks over her golden curls. She looked down to watch the erupting cock. Belinda had never seen an ejaculation before, watching it until the last drop. Though captivated by the sight, she fell back onto the grass, relieved that it was over.

But she was mistaken. The other man now dropped between her thighs and promptly skewered her with his cock. It slid straight into the wet gash to its fullest depth. His thighs bounced up and down on her, his cock thrusting in and out in rapid strokes. Belinda was exhausted escort by the struggle, realising that to continue was a waste of effort with the first guy kneeling on her shoulders, holding her down. With his bare groin over her face, Belinda had a close look at the testicles and the softening cock, stained with her juices. She could have bitten them hard, but feared for her safety. The cock drove hard in and out of her vagina.

The young man’s breathing came hard and erratic, until after what seemed forever – but was only a minute or so – he too withdrew with a loud grunt. Belinda looked down again, as if in a dream, to watch sperm gushing over her.

The other two men had likewise violated Pamela. After the assault, the women lay still in the trampled grass. Belinda’s friend was sobbing, her shoulders heaving, her pants torn. The men were some way off, pulling on their underwear and shorts, before slinking away, laughing and joking together, comparing their experiences. Belinda sat up to comfort her friend, though she herself felt in need of some sympathy. She felt at her vulva gingerly, wet with sperm. It was swollen and tender to the touch. The sperm had tricked over the lips. She examined Pamela’s vulva as well, with its surrounding of sperm-sodden hair. The lips were red and pouting.

As they cleaned up, they agreed that it would be of no use to complain to the authorities. They just would not be believed. It would be said that they had encouraged the men, taunting them – egging them on. But they made sure that the men’s reputations were ruined in their college, with two of their lecturer friends publicly condemning the four rapists.

* * * * *

As Belinda recalled that first sight of men’s genitals, her mind speculated on Johnnie’s equipment, wondering if, and how she might become one of his conquests. Her hand strayed between her thighs to cup and squeeze her vulva, which had dampened with her thoughts of sex, whilst drifting off to sleep with the vision of a stiff penis on her mind.

The following Saturday was the last night of the current production at the theatre, and it was usual to have an after-show party for the company. As the Secretary of the society she occasionally went to them, though they were mainly intended for the cast and crew to let their hair down and have a final analysis of the past week’s events. Some parties were known to develop into an orgy of drinking and snogging, with dancing and party pieces. But she knew Johnnie would be there, so decided to go along. She had a ticket for the final performance, though her husband preferred to watch football on the television. A small number of the committee always sat together to watch the final performance.

She took particular care in getting herself ready for the evening, selecting a smart, light two-piece, and loose fitting silk underwear. Earlier in the day, her hairdresser had replenished the golden sheen of her hair – a mousy colour by nature – and softened her usual swept-back style to a rather less formal cut. She looked superb!

After the show, during which Belinda had fantasized at length about the forthcoming event, she excused herself from the other members, sauntered into the lounge where she was greeted on all sides by various members, and immediately bumped into Johnnie who was on his way to the bar.

‘Hello, Bel! You’re looking very attractive this evening! Can I get you a drink? G&T is it?’

‘That’s most kind of you darling. Yes, that would be lovely. Where are you sitting? Oh, I see your wife over there. I’ll join them if you don’t mind.’ And she did.

Johnnie’s wife, Charity, was already in good spirits and the group laughed a lot. Belinda surprised herself by calmly looking at Charity, thinking ‘I’m going to seduce your husband tonight, all being well.’ She had no guilty conscience about it, since Charity was well known for her own affairs. When the time came to leave for the after-show party, Johnnie was delighted to hear that Belinda was going along as well.

Belinda had brought the Mercedes this evening, rather than her small sports car. She parked a little way from the house, under a street lamp, locked the Mercedes and strolled up to the large house. It was a large, very comfortable place in large grounds, belonging to a member of the cast who was a successful solicitor.

After hanging her coat, Belinda was handed a drink by the genial host, and edged into the lounge. The room was already full of noisy people drinking and chatting. It was warm in the room and lit only by a couple of table lamps. Belinda caught sight of Johnnie straight away, latched onto him and managed to engineer herself to perch on his knee, in an armchair in the corner of the room. She was slightly tipsy and feeling good. Johnnie was likewise relaxed and chatty. Belinda was known for her down-to-earth, businesslike approach, so decided to use direct tactics.

‘Well, this is cosy, Johnnie. I don’t think I have sat on your knee before, have I darling? Anyway, there’s a small escort fatih matter I want to talk to you about. Entre nous, of course. I am told by a good friend of mine, who shall be nameless of course, that you have made love to all the suitable women in the society.’ He smiled up at her with look of amused surprise. ‘Now, that can’t be true, because you haven’t made love to me – nor to my dear friend Lois, who would be very willing to make it with you.’

Johnnie looked even more surprised.

‘Would she? Well … There’s a thing! I never thought of Lois as wanting a little on the side. I mean … one so beautiful and elegant. So remote even. And as far as you go, Bel … well, a titled lady – and a very attractive one at that – doesn’t want to become involved in casual affairs, does she? After all, she has her position to keep up – her reputation to protect.’

‘Oh! Really? Why not? Look, Johnnie darling, I may be Lady Belinda, with a titled husband, mansion and dogs, and all the trappings, but I’m still a woman. People may believe butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, but I do have a normal appetite and a normal interest in men. And you interest me, darling. More so since I was told that you were … well … available. Well, so an I.’

‘Jean is a chatterbox. It was her who told you that, of course! I merely said what I did because she has fooled around with several men – and I was merely insinuating that she wasn’t the only fish in the sea, trying to make her a teeny bit jealous.’

‘Well, you didn’t. Only me!’

Her hand had casually found its way onto his lap, fingers quietly touching and gently searching for the bulge, squeezing the contents. In fact, she was deliberately teasing his cock, which was beginning to stir with the attention it was getting. Johnnie was taken aback by her audacious behaviour.

‘I am surprised. Are you suggesting …?’

‘No, I’m propositioning you. Why don’t we go sit in my car for a while, darling? There’s a new tape I bought I’d like you to hear. And we can have a frank exchange of our thoughts. We need a serious talk.’

Not waiting for a reply, she stood up, pulled him to his feet and led him into the hall. No one took any notice of them. Johnnie’s wife was in deep conversation with the local drama critic. Belinda and Johnnie put their glasses on the hall table and slipped out into the dark drive. Walking hurriedly to the car, she unlocked the doors and quickly slid into the back seat, Johnnie moving in after her. He door clicked shut.

The windows were of tinted glass, though light from the street lamp gave a low glow inside. Johnnie was given no time to admire the luxurious upholstery. No sooner had he sat in the seat, than Belinda rapidly unfastened the buttons of her top shrugging it from her shoulders with impatience, letting it fall to the carpet. She leaned over him, put one arm round his neck and immediately kissed him passionately on the lips.

During the prolonged kiss, she rubbed the palm of her hand all over the front of Johnnie’s trousers, desperately seeking the idol of her dream. Needing no further encouragement, Johnnie thrust his hand up Belinda’s skirt, caressing her warm thighs whilst seeking the hairy gash between them. The lips were swollen, wet and sticky with love juice. He found the vagina to be set rather higher in the vulva than was usual, and the clitoris was, like a tiny penis, fully exposed to his searching fingers.

Belinda gave a gasp, squirming with excitement. She’d forgotten the thrill the stolen encounter – tasting the forbidden fruit.

Johnnie couldn’t believe his good fortune. Getting his hands in Lady Belinda’s panties to explore her warm hairy vulva was a dream come true. She had always seemed remote from mere mortals. Unattainable. And yet, here he was, toying with her pubic curls – fingering her delicious labia. And he was about to fuck it! Thanks to Jean for passing on his comment. He had no idea Belinda was attracted by him – or any other man for that matter.

His only disappointment was that he was unable to study her genitals in detail. He was obsessed with female vulvas. They held an infinite fascinating to him. Every one was different from another and Belinda’s felt fabulous – plump, warm, cosy and inviting.

Suddenly, Belinda backed away and purposefully unbuckled his waistband, unzipping the fly, before dragging his trousers and underwear over his hips and thighs. He raised his buttocks to make it easier for her. She tugged them over his ankles to allow his legs to spread open.

Her attention turned immediately to the stiff cock that had sprung up from the patch of light brown curls. With a dry mouth, Belinda took hold of the cock she had longed to see, admiring the hard smooth surface in the dim glow of light. It was beautiful – and regulation size! Straight and rock-hard. Easing the foreskin down, she examined the purple head, now covered with love’s dew.

Her mind was in a whirl. She had never behaved in this way ever before. But Johnnie’s cock fascinated her. What must he believe of her? She felt like a common tart, not thinking straight, but right now, her only thought was of getting that cock deep inside her vagina. She was torn between the need to explore it by touch and sight, and the need to sink it into her impatient gash. The impatient vulva won.

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“Megan, you look mighty fine in that outfit.” I tell my sexily dressed girlfriend.

“I would hope so, you got this for me.” she says

This outfit isn’t really an outfit at all, more like ‘come fuck me’ wear. It’s a black and red corset with matching thong. I’m drooling as I’m looking her up and down. My cock is painfully hard as I lay on the bed watching Megan prance around our bedroom.

I watch her as she walks over to our stereo, pushing play, and starts dancing. She gives a whole new meaning to “Porn Star Dancing” and I absolutely LOVE it! She rocks her hips, slowly turning around so her grade A ass is tormenting me even more, she bends over thrusting her ass out at me, she looks over her shoulder, and smiles at me.

“You enjoy tormenting me, don’t you?” I ask her as I watch enthralled

She giggles and continues to dance. Standing up straight, she turns around again, undoing her corset ever so slowly, after that’s undone she threw it across the room. I didn’t notice I was holding my breath until I realized I wasn’t getting any air. Dancing in just her thong, she moves closer to the bed, almost close enough for me touch her, but she won’t let me.

Giggling, she says, “Not yet.”

Whining, “Why? You’re tormenting me. The least you could do is let me touch you for a second.”

She comes close enough so I could reach my hand out and have my thumb brush her hardened nipple before moving away again.

That’s how it always starts ever since I bought her that corset and I’ll finish it. But, let me tell you about how we got here and about us first.

Megan- My lovely girlfriend of 3 years. A typical blonde hair, blue eye girl. Petite, but with curves in all the right places. C cup breasts, perky with long, fat nipples. A 21 year old college student she is addicted and I mean addicted to me and sex. Still unsure which she is more addicted to even til this date.

I’m Chris. I have short brown hair and hazel eyes, pretty athletic, and a nice size cock; no complaints yet. I’m 25 years old and I used to go to school at the college Megan goes to. I am madly in love with Megan.

We met at college; I was a senior and she was a freshman. We literally ran into each other in the hallway on our way to the office for something or another and I knew then that she was going to be my girl. I never believed in ‘love at first sight’ until her. We started out as friends, I introduced her to my peeps who in turn introduced her to some of her friends (now), then we decided to become a couple, and when we had sex for the first time it was indescribable, that was two years ago, and we can’t keep our hands off each other.

We celebrated our three year anniversary a month ago and for our anniversary I bought her the corset and matching thong. Ever since then, she’s danced, stripped, and all out tormented me. But, I’m not really complaining, she makes the torment worthwhile, she’s dynamite in bed. And, she’s at it again, as you can see.

Watching her dance, the way she moves her body to the music, is so erotic. She turns around again with her ass towards me, hooking her thumbs between the thin istanbul eskort elastic straps of her thong, she slowly pulls them down her hips, ass, thighs, knees, ankles, feet, and tossing them across the room before turning to face me once more. Breathing heavily, I start to get up but she shakes her head, so I stay put. Patience has never been my strong suit, but like I’ve mentioned before, she makes it worthwhile.

The song has passed, another one plays as she walks back over to the bed and starts crawling up it as seductive as she can get; which isn’t very hard for her at all. Straddling my legs, she leans down and starts moving her way up my body as she kisses, licks, sucks, nibbles along the way. She straddles me but instead of allowing me penetration, she decides to move my cock so it’s laying in between us and starts grinding against me. Making me want her even more, making her wetter than I know she is, and making us both even hornier, if that was even possible.

I take this opportunity to tease her nipples, making them even harder than they were before, with my thumb and forefingers. Her moans urge me on, I move away from her nipples to play with her breasts, kneading them, molding them with my hands. Making her moan, groan, and grind against me even harder. I stop playing with her breasts, moving my right hand down her stomach to her pussy, I shove my finger on her clit and start rubbing her with my finger as my cock rubs her there, too.

“You’re driving me insane, Chris!” she pants

“I am?! You started it.” I pant back

She lifts up so she can grab my cock, escort şirinevler moving so it’s directly at her entrance, she lowers herself completely onto my cock. With a moan from both of us, she starts bouncing up and down, up and down. Her hands on my stomach, she bounces even faster. Faster, faster, faster, faster until she stops and starts again, this time grinding hard before bouncing again.

Up and down. Hard and fast. Starting, stopping, and starting again. Both of us are moaning, groaning, and growling.

Grabbing and holding her hips as she fucks me, deciding to join in, I thrust up and down a few times before rolling her on her back. With her legs wrapped around my body, her ankles digging into my ass, I plow into her. She screams for more, so I give her more. Hard, fast, harder, faster, harder and faster still.

Leaning back on to my heels as she unwraps her legs, I grab her ankles, pushing them up, and starts pounding into her hard. Releasing her ankles, they drop onto the bed, I lean down to lick and suck on her nipples as I grind my hips against her. Rocking up and down so I’m rubbing against her clit. She screams…

“Don’t..stop…I’m going to cum!”

Rocking faster and harder, I continue grinding into her. I feel the contractions within her body and with her orgasm comes mine.

“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” we scream together

Not stopping quite yet, I continue moving within her, as she rides her orgasm and until I go soft. What seems like hours later, I collapse on top of her, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Finally I get the strength to move off her and lay on the bed.

“I love it when you fuck me, Chris.” she says

“I say the same thing about you.” I say

“Well, we always have tomorrow.” she states

“Yes, always tomorrow. You and that corset are gonna be the death of me. Just wait and see…” I say

Until next time…

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Hande benim çekirgede küçük bir i?im var oraya gidelim hallettikten sonra döneriz dedim.oda ok zaten kenan da geç gelecek sorun olmaz dedi…çekirgede tekel bayi olan arka??ma u?rad?m asl?nda i?im yoktu.sadece handeye içki içermek istedi?im için bu yalan? uydurmu?tum. 3\’er tane bira ald?m. arabaya döndüm hande hani i?in vard? içki alm??s?n dedi bende arkada??m ikram etti yazl?kta balkonda içersin diye yalan?m? devam ettirdim.handeye dedimki bu biralar? bursa manzaras?na kar?? içmek istermisin biz gidinceye kadar biralar ?s?nacak ziyan olacak dedim..hande ba?ta olmaz kenan ararsa ne derim dedi.Sen içme ozaman bende yolda giderken içerim dedim biray? açt?m escort beyoğlu biradan büyükçe bir yudum ald?m hande hadi da? yoluna ç?k özendim içelim biralar? dedi (handenin alkole kar?? zay?f oldu?unu biliyordum özellikle bu yolu tercih ettim) ba?arm??t?m içkiyi seviyordu ama çabuk kafay? buluyordu.Da? yolunda uygun bir yer bulduktan sonra araban?n içinde içmeye ba?lad?k hande ilk biray? bitirdikten sonra çak?r keyif oldu.2nci biradan sonra da nakavt koltukta bana do?ru kayk?ld?.ba??m dönüyor bira çarpt? beni dedi.bende ozaman arka koltu?a geçelim biraz uzan kendine gelirsin dedim.arka koltukta ba??n? kuca??ma koydu yüzü araban?n tavan?na bak?yor gözleri kapal?yd?..çok geçmeden handeye kur yapmaya ba?lad?m.saçlar?n? ok?uyordum.handeye çok güzelsin kenan çok ?ansl? gibilerden sözler ediyordum.hande gözlerini açarak gerçekten güzelmiyim beni be?eniyormusun dedi handeye güzel dememek mümkün de?il zaten 26 ya??nda 175 boy.iri gögüsler dolgun kalçalarla muhte?em bir güzelli?i vard?.i?i dahada ileriye götürerek parma??m? dudaklar?nda gezdirmeye ba?lad?m hande çok direnmedi.dudaklar?n? aralayarak dilinin ucuyla parma??m? yalamaya ba?lad? bende yava?ça parma??m? a?z?ndan içeri itiyordum.parma??m?n hepsini yalamaya ba?lam??t? hande parma??m? yalad?kça benimk**e dimdik olmu?tu. Hande gözlerini açt? gerçe?ini yalamak istiyorum hadi ç?kar dedi çabucak pantolunum beraber donumuda dizlerime kadar s?y?rd?m.hande do?ruldu?unda benim 22 lik kar??s?nda dimdik duruyordu.hande bu ne böyle kenan bunu görse kendi sikini keser atar dedi (kenan?n ki 13 cm mi?) h?zla yalamaya ba?lad? hande yalad?kça ben zevkten ç?ld?r?yordum yara??m?n tamam?n? a?z?na al?yor diliyle boydan boya yara??m?n gövdesini yal?yordu.ben gelmek üzereydim geliyorum dedi?imde yara??m?n tamam?n? ald?..hayk?rarak a?z?na bo?ald?m..bütün döllerimi yutmu?tu..yara??m? serbest b?rakt???nda p?r?l p?r?l hala sertti.hande seninle i?im daha bitmedi ?imdi s?ra sende hadi bakal?m dedi. Koltu?a s?rt üstü uzand?m hande boy elbisesini beline toplad? içinde kulot yoktu am?n? a?z?ma dayad? hadi erke?im yala dedi?inde handenin am? s?r?ls?klamd?.dilimle am?n?n derinliklerine giriyor handeyi ç?ld?rt?yordum hadi içime gir yeter art?k dedi.koltukta do?rulduk hande bacaklar?n? açarak am?n? sikime do?ru hedefledi yara??m yava? yava? handenin am?n?n derinliklerinde yol almaya ba?lad???nda am? darl??? can?m? yak?yordu hande am?na yara??m istanbul escort girdikçe ac?yor yava? demesine ra?men yara??m?n tamam?n? alm??t?. hande üzerimde oturup kalkt?kça zevk ç??l?klar? at?yordu yakla??k 10 dak içinde gidip geldim hande bu esnada 2 kere bo?alm??t?.bende gelmek üzereydim geliyorum dedi?imde hande üzerimden kalk?ncaya kadar handenin içine ç?lg?nlar gibi bo?ald?m.. hande de olan oldu diyerek yara??m? b?rakmad? döllerimin hepsini am?n?n içine hapsetti öylece 1-2 dakika kald?k saat iyice geç olmu?tu.yola ç?kmak üzere toparland?k.hande ön koltu?a oturdu?unda dudaklar?ma yap???p uzun uzun öptü çok güzeldi.sende böyle bir yarak oldu?unu bilseydim daha önce siktirirdim sana bundan böyle benim erke?im sensin dedi bende keyiflenmi?tim. Arabay? çal??t?r?rken hande nin tlf çald? arayan kenand?.hande tlf kapatt? gece 2-3 gibi gelece?ini merak etmesin diye arad???n? söyledi.iyi bir haberdi yolumuz uzundu.?ehir merkezinde ç?kt?ktan sonra hande elini yara??m?n üzerine elini koydu yalamak istiyorum hadi ç?kar dedi benim için sorun yoktu benim silah?örü serbest b?rakt?m hava karanl?k ve yol ?ehirler aras? yol oldu?u için problem olmazd?..hande yara??m? vantuz gibi emiyor çok uzun sürmeden dimdik olmu?tu.hande yalad?kça ben iyice zevke geliyordum.bacaklar?m kas?lmaya ba?lam??t? k?sa zamanda 3ncü kez bo?almak üzereydim.gözlerim kaymaya ba?lad?..araban?n kontrolunu kaybetmek üzereydim.yava?ça en sa? seride geçtim durmamla handenin a?z?na bo?ald?m yine döllerimin hiçbirini kaç?rmadan yalay?p yuttu.gülümseyerek bakt?.dudaklar?ma öpücük kondurdu toparland?m tam yola koyulduk handenin tlf çald? kenan ar?yordu i?inin erken bitti?i 15 dak sonra yola ç?kaca??n? söyledi..bizi tela? ald? daha bi dünya yol vard? aceleyle gaza bast?m kumlaya girdik hemen evlerimize girdik.ucuz atlatm??t?k. Yakla??k 15 dak.sonra kenan?n geldi?ini duydum.dairelerimiz kar??l?kl?yd?.saat 1.30 civar? yatmak üzereydim.tlf numa msj geldi mesajda kenan çok yorgunmu? yat?p uyumu? kap?y? aç?k b?rak gelece?im haz?rlan diye bende ok diye cevap verdim.dairenin kap?s?n? aç?k b?rak?p salonun ???klar?n? söndürüp ç?r?lç?plak bir ?ekilde handeyi beklemeye ba?lad?m..beklerkende bo? durmad?m yara??m? haz?r hale getirdim yara??m? vazelinledim.kar?? dairenin kap?s?n?n aç?ld???n? duydum.kap?n?n arkas?na sakland?m hande içeri girer girmez kap?y? kapatt?m handenin a?z?n? elimle kapatt?m ba??rmas?n diye handenin arkas?na geçip escort ataköy gö?üslerini s?kmaya ba?lad?m hande kalçalar?n? bana do?ru yaslad? sol elimle gö?üslerini sa? elimle am?n? ok?amaya ba?lad?m hande ayakta k?vran?yordu..geceli?ini omuzlar?ndan a?a??ya kayd?rd?m hande ç?r?lç?plakt?.ikimizde hiç konu?muyorduk..handeyi arkadan ba??n? bast?rd?m hande ne yapaca??m? anlam??t?.belini k?rmadan ellerini kap?ya dayayarak kalçalar?n? d??ar? ç?kard?.göt deli?ine tükürerek zaten vazelinle haz?r haldeki yara??m?n kafas?n? dayad?m.yava?ça itmeye ba?lad?m.yara??m handenin götünü yararak ilerliyordu hande ba??rmamak için kendini s?k?yordu s?kt?kça can? daha çok ac?yordu..götünün yanaklar?na birkaç kez vurdum hande gev?edi ve ben yara??m?n tamaman? içine soktum göt deli?i çok dard? al??mas? için içinde biraz bekledim.yava? yava? içinde gelip gitmeye ba?lad?m hande zevk almaya ba?lam?? sik beni erke?im am?m? siktin götümüde sik diyordu bende k?rmad?m yakla??k 10 dak.siktim bo?almam gecikmi?ti.hande kendi am?n? ok?uyor ald??? zevki artt?r?yordu.hande ?imdide am?m? sik dedi handenin götünden ç?kt?m.handeyi salonda yere hal?n?n üzerine yat?rd?m.hande bacaklar?n? açm?? içeri girmemi bekliyordu.yara??m? am?n?n dudaklar?nda gezdiriyordum hande yalvarmaya ba?lam??t?.hadi erke?im sik beni hadi içime gir yara?a doyur diye yalvar?yordu. Yara??m? bir anda handenin am?na kökledim ah diye bir ç??l?k att?.içinde gelip gitmeye ba?ald?m hande yara??m? yedikçe s?rt?m? t?rmal?yorbeni kendine do?ru çekiyordu..bende bo?almak üzereydim.kendimi geri çekmek istedi?imde hande bacaklar?n? belime kollar?n?da vucuduma dolad? içime bo?al olan oldu art?k devam et dedi?inde iliklerimde kalan son döllerimi hepsini handenin am?n?n içine bo?altt?m.ben yorgun ve bitmi? bir halde handenin üzerine y???ld?m.. Hande ben gitmeliyim art?k bizimki uyan?rsa kötü olur dedi.saat 2,30 olmu?tu handeyi eve gönderdikten sonra yat?p uyudum..sabah kalkt???mda saat 10 olmu?tu kendime geldi?imde i?e gidecek halim yoktu.i?yerini arad?m ben gelmeyece?im siz bensiz idare edin yar?n görü?ürüz diyerek tlf kapat?p.kenan? arad?m kenan sabah erken ç?kt???n? zile bast???n? ben uyanmay?nca tek ba??na bursaya geldi?ini söyledi… Saat 11 gibi kap? çald? açt???mda hande kar??mda duruyordu.elini yara??ma at?p bugün için haz?rm?s?n erke?im dedi?inde eyvah beni kurutacaks?n galiba dedi?imde ben ahz?rl?kl?y?m sen rahat ol ?imdi s?k? bir kahvalt? haz?rlayaca??m ve sana öyle bir gün ya?ataca??mki ömrünce unutamayacaks?n dedi?inde kar??mda keyiften dörtkö?eydi…Art?k maceram?n kalan k?sm?n? di?er yaz?mda anlataca??m…ya?ad?klar?m? merak edenler mail atabilirler ama sadece bayanlar…handeyle ya?ad?klar?m?z? ya?amak isteyen evli dul bekar turbanl? bayanlar maillerinizi bekliyorum…görü?mek üzere

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This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere.

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not reproduce or copy this story without the consent of the author.

This story is based in an alternative universe, where history took a different course than the one we are used to. In this world, the creatures which we now believe to be legends have walked alongside man for the duration of our existence. Vampires, werewolves, wizards, witches, sorcerers, and a host of other beings share our world.

The following story contains, in one chapter or another, lesbian, homosexual, heterosexual, anal, group, sci-fi/fantasy, non-human, and BDSM sexual activity. There may be some erotic horror in there somewhere as well, but I haven’t made up my mind.

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“Ouch!” Officer Shamira Carswell of the Atlanta Police Department had just bashed her head against something harder than itself, something both she, her immediate family, and fellow officers would have claimed was impossible. She had awoken with a start in this darkened little bit of nowhere and instinctively tried to sit up. She had about five inches of clearance. In her addled state, she confirmed her first finding by trying again, increasing the ache in her forehead.

‘Yep,’ she thought. ‘Five inches.’ Stretching out with her arms, she actually found less room there, barely able to move her massive arms. The problem with having competed as a female bodybuilder was that she took up more space than she should. Her shoulders were brushing up against the edges of . . . whatever the hell it was she was in. ‘Trunk of a car? No way. If it was, then it is, then I’ve got to get me one because its really . . . comfortable?’ Yes, it was comfortable. It felt like padded silk, cool against her skin.

“Okay,” she said, trying to calm her suddenly electric nerves. “What were you doing?” She couldn’t remember. “No, I can. I was . . . damn, I was down off of Commerce Drive,” she said, remembering the landmarks flashing past her police cruiser. “Got out to get a drink . . . stopped and talked to that homeless girl. She was too damn young to be on the streets.”

Shamira didn’t think the girl could be a day over eighteen, but she had a look about her that made her seem older. Slim girl . . . looked like a Native American. Must be what life is like for her. She seemed awfully nervous, even though Shamira wasn’t the type to hassle someone for being down on their luck. She’d told the girl how to find a shelter and even gave her five bucks to buy something to eat. Her mother always told her that was one of her problems and why she still lived at home. Charity was all well and good, but “throwing her money away on those good-for-nothing dregs” was something else. Finally she just left the girl alone.

She was almost back in her car when the call came in that gunshots had been reported at the Casa De Sade, a club of “interesting” repute. She was easily going to be the first officer on the scene.

She had shown up at the club (it was right next door) and had marveled at the interior. Probably not appropriate for what she should be doing, but she couldn’t really help it. Everything in the place was black. Black leather sofas, black hardwood floor, black curtains, a black bar, black leather . . . a lot of black leather. It looked like an office party in hell. But there were some things that weren’t black. The cages were gold. The chains and shackles hanging from the walls appeared to be gold as well. There were people in black leather chained to black walls with gold chains.

Her attention had been pulled back to what was important, namely the five men and women with guns who had drawn down on a small group of revelers. The intended victims looked strangely defiant. One of them, a far-too-handsome man with blond hair and frigid blue eyes stood in front of the others, almost daring the would-be assailants. For a moment, she had looked at him and he looked back. He smiled. Then her attention was back on the guys with guns.

Five of them, one of her; no backup for considerably longer than it would them to pull all their triggers at least once. She had told them to freeze, told them to drop their weapons, put their hands on the wall. She got their attention anyway. They didn’t freeze. They didn’t drop their weapons. Guess what they did when she told them to put their hands on the wall? They didn’t do that either. They did shoot at her though. That was nice of them. Nice because it gave everyone else a chance to run while she dove for cover.

She glanced around the sofa she had taken shelter behind and saw that all the intended victims had vanished without a trace. Other patrons of the fethiye escort club were cowering or sneaking out the front door. Shamira got a look at the face of a big guy holding a 44-caliber revolver. He really didn’t look happy.

He had said something about “taking care of the witnesses” and that had turned Shamira’s blood to ice. And to make matters worse, she had noticed that there was a girl chained to the wall who was so scared she’d pissed herself. Whoever was supposed to be responsible for her was nowhere to be seen.

Shamira was a crack shot. She’d actually qualified for S.W.A.T., but that glass ceiling was as solid for her as whatever she’d just nailed her head against. Her bosses were intent that the overly muscled female stayed writing parking tickets and breaking up keggers for the remainder of her natural life. But accolades didn’t mean as much as skill at that moment, so she’d rolled and blasted the chains off the wall. The girl ducked. The bad guys saw Shamira. The bad guys shot Shamira.

“No,” she whispered. “They had to have missed.” But they hadn’t missed. Shoulder . . . face . . . both arms . . . finally, a chunk of her neck. Then the darkness had come, but not just for Shamira Carswell. Darkness came down from the ceiling and ate most of the bad guys, but the big one made a run for it. He paused long enough to point his gun straight down at what was left of Shamira’s head. Something had tackled him . . . something that smelled of dirt and whiskey . . . something street. The last bad guy was gone, but Shamira’s last gaze fell on an old-young face. She had given that girl five dollars . . . why was she there in the club? The girl looked towards something out of view, then smiled. She pulled out of sight as the darkness caressed Shamira’s eyes. Then her neck shifted . . . started to tingle.

“Crap,” she said, her brain swimming as memories returned. She kicked out, her foot striking a sternly unforgiving surface. Her hands pounded on the roof. She was lying down in a silk lined box in total darkness after being shot multiple times. “A fucking coffin?!” She tried to steady her breathing. They had buried her alive? How had she lived through that? How is it that no one noticed?

She wanted to cry, but nothing came. She wasn’t normally the crying type, but being buried alive made for a convenient excuse. She had survived all of that just to die down here? Her parents and her brother and her sister hadn’t noticed she wasn’t dead? She’d miss watching football on Sunday?!

‘Calm down,’ she thought. ‘Need to get out of here. Brute strength probably won’t work.’ She felt around the coffin, trying to find anything that might help. ‘Damn it, they should build these things like car trunks with convenient escape hatches. What now? Break through somehow? Tunnel to the surface?’ She was so thirsty, which shouldn’t be too surprising. How long had she been down there?

*skrik skrik skirk*

‘What the hell is that?’ She placed her ear to the coffin lid. It sounded like scratching, scraping.

*skrik skrik skrik*

Muffled voices. Then the coffin lurched. Someone had found out . . . someone knew. She was going to get out! The coffin was lifted upward and then . . . no one opened it. She tried the lid again, but it was latched shut. She banged against it with both hands.

“I’m in here! I’m alive! Someone let me out!”

She felt the coffin slide over something and then stop suddenly. Next came a low rumbling, and the coffin slid again. She’d been loaded into a truck and was getting moved? Why? Her heart seemed caught in her throat. She’d never been this terrified in her life. She’d been more comfortable when she was back under the earth.

There was an eerie quiet in the coffin, despite the distant murmurs and low rumbling of tires on asphalt. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Then she realized that her blood should be pounding in her ears but it wasn’t. She put her fingers up to her neck to get a pulse. Nothing. To be more specific, it was nothing over nothing. ‘Not possible. This isn’t possible.’

After what seemed like an eternity, the vehicle stopped and the coffin was moved again. She heard metal twisting and some wood splintering. Then the coffin lid popped open and staring down at her was —

“Homeless girl?” Shamira whispered.

Sure enough, it was that angelic face with a sly expression looking down from above. Then another face appeared: she’d seen that face before too. He had looked right at her at the club. He had smiled. Shamira took that opportunity to pass out.

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Some time later . . .

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Shamira absolutely did not want to open her eyes. She was still surrounded by silk so she figured that she was still in that coffin. Except that her eyelids seemed warm. She remembered seeing someone or someones . . . a beautiful Native American homeless girl and a lip-bitingly gorgeous blond haired alanya escort guy.

‘Wait. The silk, it’s against my skin!’ She opened her eyes and saw a lovely crystal chandelier-looking thing. She was in a bedroom the size of her parents’ whole house, and it seemed decorated in the same black and gold scheme that the club had been. She was in some superfreak’s bedroom. And she was naked. That fact just caught up with her. She was naked between black silk sheets in a strange room.

She yipped and pulled the sheets up around her artificially large bosom. One of the problems when becoming a bodybuilder was loss of breast mass, so she had compensated with fake tits when she turned twenty-one. That left her with a set of measurements that one would think would garner her more attention, namely 38DD-26-34. During competition, she had gotten her body fat down to nine-percent, but otherwise she kept it up at twelve percent.

She had 15-inch arms, 16-inch calves, and 23-inch legs, and she could bench press more than most of the guys she had worked with. When she had been younger, she had encountered a need to grow stronger. She’d admired the way those women looked and how they seemed strong enough to take on anything. Women like that could stand up to anyone; they might have been able to help Jimmy Fisk.

But boys, apparently, didn’t like a woman who could out arm wrestle them. They didn’t like “barbarian” women. It was not that she was ugly or an eyesore. Not at all. Put a face picture up on the dating website, and she got plenty of responses. She had the high cheekbones, perfect skin, and big amber eyes that got people’s attention. She had long black hair that she kept in a single braid most of the time. Her mom thought she was pretty. But getting that second date just never seemed to happen.

She felt something cool against her arm. No, not against . . . IN her arm. She was hooked up to an IV that was dripping some red liquid. She felt vomit trying to build up inside her. ‘That’s not –‘

“Blood?” asked a voice from the door. It was that Native American girl, but she hardly seemed homeless. She was slim but not emaciated, standing just a bit taller than Shamira’s five-foot-seven-inch frame, she seemed mostly leg. And those legs were exposed. She wore a loin-cloth of leather that hung down to her knees, but wasn’t more than four inches wide. It covered her privates on the way down, but her toned legs and hips were on display. She wore leather moccasins that reached up to just below the knee, and a strange semi-circular neck dress made of strips of wood and beads. She wore black lipstick and heavy black eye-liner.

‘Okay, I get it. You’re some kind of weird goth babe,’ Shamira thought. ‘A delicious looking –‘ She stopped that train of thought. She preferred guys, she had to remind herself. She’d had thoughts about what it would be like to be with a woman all her life, but she’d always managed to push that part of her down somewhere and tried to drown it. She was enough of a freak without worrying about that. Or the many other dreams and fantasies that had graced those secret parts of her mind that she never shared with anyone.

The girl strode forward, a sway in her hips that demanded attention.

“Where the fuck am I?” Shamira said, looking around instinctively for a weapon of some kind. She didn’t want to start a knife fight with this woman, though she wasn’t behaving particularly hostile. Actually, she was smirking a bit. She sat on the edge of the bed, and Shamira was pretty convinced the girl wasn’t wearing a damn thing under that loincloth.

“You,” the girl said, “have the most unfortunate timing of anyone I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot.”

“Who . . . the fuck . . . are you?”

“Watch it, potty mouth. A little decorum wouldn’t hurt, seeing as we just saved your life. Okay, technically you saved one of ours first and maybe saved Shane too, but that doesn’t change the fact –“

“Who . . . the . . . heck . . are you?!”

“That’s better I suppose,” the woman said. “My name is Clara Yellowtail, and I’ve volunteered to be your guide into your new life.

Shamira blinked. She blinked again. “Oh-kay,” she muttered. “I’m drugged. That’s gotta be it. What the hell is this?” she asked, looking at the IV.

“Blood.”

Shamira blinked. “Blood?”

“You’re going to freak out on me aren’t you?”

“Blood?!”

“You lost a lot when you died, and we weren’t able to give you anything extra until after your funeral.”

“Died?”

“You’re good with the one-word responses thing.” The girl smiled. “Can’t say I blame you. You’ve gone through a lot this week. It was a lovely funeral, by the way.”

“DIED?!” Shamira pulled the IV out, applying pressure so she didn’t start bleeding all over the place. This was too wrong, and she wanted out. She wanted to go find her parents and her siblings and her nephews and tell them everything was okay and that there was a misunderstanding. manavgat escort She hadn’t died. So why had she been in a coffin, and why hadn’t she had a pulse?

Clara sighed. She wasn’t doing this right. Shane had offered to guide the girl, but she HAD to volunteer. Something about the way she had been so kind when most people wouldn’t have been, even though she didn’t have any idea of what had really been going on. And she had done her job, even though it had cost her her life. Compassion, pride, loyalty, and she was smoking hot. Some people might get turned off by a build like hers, but not those that dwelt in this house. The strength in that body and the skill and dedication it took to sculpt it were both admirable.

“Do you remember what happened?” Clara asked. “Before waking up here? Let’s start with that.”

“Uhm . . . okay. Can I have some clothes first?”

“Why?” Clara cocked her head. “With a body like that, why would you ever WANT to wear clothes? You’re certainly not obligated to, at least not around here.”

“Hey, I don’t know what you and whoever else is around here like, but I’d really feel more comfortable with something to wear.”

The other woman shrugged. “We can find you something.” She walked over to an intercom unit, pushing a button. “Monique?”

“Yes?” (click) came a new voice.

“Our new guest was looking for something to wear.”

“Why?” (click)

“I asked her that. She seems to think she should be clothed.”

“Wait . . . do I get to measure her now?” (click) The woman on the other end sounded eager.

“Measure? For what?” Shamira asked.

“I don’t think she’s ready for that quite yet,” Clara said, sounding amused.

“Damn! I have some good ideas for that body!” (click)

“Don’t we all.”

“Hey, I’m sitting right here!” Shamira said. She felt like she was blushing a bit, and no less confused than she had been earlier.

“Okay. Sweats it is,” (click) the other girl replied, sounding quite down.

“Measure for what?”

“Oh and Monique, when you arrive I expect that you will show me the respect I deserve.”

The girl at the other end spoke again, and this time she sounded demure. Shamira hadn’t known what that sounded like, but this was it. “Yes, Mistress Clara.”

Clara turned and sat back down. “We have a slightly unusual dress code around here.” She paused, looked Shamira in the eyes, and asked again what the woman remembered.

Shamira decided there was really no reason to lie or withhold information, so she recited what she could. Everything from seeing Clara on the street to seeing faces staring down at her from outside her coffin.

Clara went over to the dresser and grabbed a handheld mirror. “You were shot in the face, correct? And the neck? Your vest protected your chest, but not anything else.” She handed Shamira the mirror. “Where are the wounds?”

Shamira was confused, but took a look regardless. There was a light indention in her neck that she hadn’t seen before, but that was it. Her skin was flawless and smooth everywhere. “That’s not right. It should take months to heal from stuff like that.”

“You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That’s fast healing, even for us,” Clara explained.

“Us?”

Clara smiled. “You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we’ve been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died.” She clasped her hands together. “I’ve read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you’re not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this –“

“Vampire? You’re kidding, right? You have to –“

“Wanna go ahead and say ‘But there’s no such thing as vampires’ so we can get that out of the way?”

“There’s no such things as vampires!”

“Thanks. Vampires do exist. So do werewolves and other lycanthropes, and magic and all that stuff. Not everything you’ve heard is correct, but there are blood-sucking creatures of the night that inhabit this world. I’m one of them and now so are you. And don’t start looking around for hidden cameras or anything like that. Here, maybe this will help.” She opened her mouth, pointed to her perfect pearly whites, then her canine teeth extended into sharp pointed fangs.

“Jesus Christ!” Naked or not, she scrambled backwards off the bed, rolling over backwards and colliding with a nightstand, almost depositing a glass lamp onto her already damaged noggin.

“Not exactly.” She rolled her eyes when Shamira formed her fingers into the shape of a cross. “Shamira, I’m not even a Christian. I’m Native American. Why do you think that would work?”

Shamira felt a little embarrassed. “Dunno. Works in the movies.”

“Well, the movies are wrong on that one. Okay, Vampire 101. The strengths and weaknesses of a vampire depend greatly on how old he or she is. There are five categories of vamps. You and me are fledglings, and we will be until a century after we were created. Then we become shadows for the next century. For a century after that, you’re a full vampire, followed by master vampire, and then vampire lord. If you survive that long, then you’re doing pretty damn well, because there aren’t a lot of them.”

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Chapter 10
Nice Sunday Picnic.

“Who are you?” I demand of the attractive, blue eyed and very naked girl lying under me. An unmistakable feeling around my slightly stiffened penis tells me that it’s nestled comfortably within her vagina. Wait. . . . No way! “Jennifer?”

“Ha, ha, funny Lyden,” she states, batting her lashes at me. “Trying to forget that you fucked this fat cow already?”

“Umm,” I start, not sure how to tell her about her transformation, “you might want to get a look at yourself.”

Her brown eyebrows knit together, as she tries to figure out what I’m getting at, before using her not inconsiderable strength to push me off her. My cock makes a squelching noise as it pulls free from her coochy, and I see her wince in pain.

“Oh, I’m going to be sore down there for awhile,” she grimaces as she lightly gets to her feet. She miscalculates, and ends up jumping as she attempts to lift her old weight off the ground. I sit back on the couch, and really get a good look at the woman that only a little bit ago, had to weigh over 250lbs, but right now, couldn’t be more that 120lbs, and a good portion of that is in her breasts. Slender legs lead up to a nice round bum. Her hips are a little wide, but they don’t compare to the size of her still giant tits. They hang down to her bellybutton, but not bad, just oversized. TanaVesta would be jealous.

Her face had always been somewhat cute, in a pudgy sort of way, but now, with her short brown hair, and vivid blue eyes, she’s a stunner.

She’s making the same examination as me, only she’s lucky enough to be hands on. Sticking her small right foot out, she examines it in disbelief, before hefting her breasts apart, and staring at her skinny waist.

“What the FUCK did you do to me?” she demands, and I’m surprised to hear anger in her voice.

“Umm, I, uh,” I stammer, not certain what to say.

“Don’t you think that if I’d really wanted to be skinny, I could have worked for it?” Yeah, there’s no mistaking the anger in her tone now. “I may not have been anyone’s ideal, but that doesn’t give you the right to go and change my body around to your own tastes!”

“I didn’t mean to,” I defend myself. “This has never happened before!”

“What did you think?” she continues as if I hadn’t even spoken. “That I’d be grateful for the fact that I’ll need to buy a whole new wardrobe? That I’d somehow behappierif I weren’t so portly?” As she continues to berate me, her volume rises until she’s yelling by the end. “What gives you the right to do this to me?”

Standing quickly, I can feel my own ire rising at the injustice of her anger. “Jennifer, stop! I had no way of knowing this would happen. It’s not something I did to you on purpose, and don’t even truly understandwhyit happened. If you really don’t like it that much, just eat whatever you please, and don’t work out. I’m sure you can get back to where you want to be within a few months.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” She demands, and once again I’m stumped. Are all women so arbitrary, and expect us men to just read their minds? “It’s not so much that I’m no longer fat, but that now that I have this body, I’m going to have to work harder at keeping it. I was mostly okay with the way I was. I understood that I would never be skinny, and accepted it. Now that I am, I’m going to have to work hard to maintain it.”

At some point in her explanation I must have sat back down on the couch. Stunned, I can only stare at her openmouthed. She’s angry because she has to work to keep this body? I will never understand women!

“Or, you could just have sex with me on a weekly basis,” I tell her, half joking.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Make you my own little skinny addiction? What? Just come up to you, and say, ‘Excuse me Lyden, I need my weekly fucking to stay skinny.'” The sarcasm veritably drips from her tone. “Besides, if I’m always this sore afterwards, they’d have to be a week or two apart.”

Throwing my hands up in frustration I shout, “Bah! I don’t even care anymore. Do what you want. If you’re not happy about it, I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional, and I would change you back if I knew how. I don’t, though, so you’ll just have to suffer everyone looking at you, and wishing they could catch the eye of the beautiful blue eyed woman that you are now!” Now I’m shouting, and I don’t care about that either.

“You . . . you really think I’m beautiful?” Her words come out hushed, and I have to strain to hear them, over the sound of the blood pumping through my skull.

Is she bipolar? “Are you kidding me? Go look in a mirror,” I state, waving my hand off vaguely. I have no idea where a mirror might be in this rustic cabin. I vaguely recall her telling me there is an outhouse out back. Do outhouses have mirrors?

Without warning, she’s hugging me tight, and laughing into my shoulder. Lemme tell you, if a woman built as well as her hugs you, and you’re maltepe escort both naked—well, except that I still have my socks on—you either react, or you’re already dead. I may be angry, but I’m definitely still alive. It doesn’t help that her very ample bosom dangles down and bounces around my very alert cock.

“Oh!” she gasps, pulling away, and noticing how hard I am. “Shit, did I really get that in me this morning? No wonder I’m so sore!” I decide not to tell her that my penis conforms to whatever woman I’m with, and just nod at her. “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to find someone else to take care of that. I hurt too much to do it for you.”

She tries to back away, but I grasp her wrist, and pull her back to me. “There is more than one way to take care of me,” I inform her, then pull her the rest of the way to my waiting lips. Hesitantly at first, but with growing desire, she kisses me back.

Letting go of her wrist and grabbing her tits, I press them to either side of my woody, and moan with the pleasure the soft globes give me.

She pulls back only slightly, and looks to where the head of my prick is barely poking out between her round orbs, and then smiles at me. “You like fucking my big titties, don’t you? Well, fuck them with your big cock. I want to see you cum all over them.”

Her dirty talk is really starting to have an effect on me, and even though I’d gotten off just a little while ago, I can feel myself getting close. This is the first time I’ve ever had my dick between a set of boobs, and I have to admit that the feeling is quite wonderful. When her mouth drops down, and I feel her extremely talented tongue swirl around the head, I lose it. My first shot goes off in her mouth, and she pulls back, allowing the rest of my cum to spray all over her chest and neck. She spits my jism onto her chest, and then sits back on her knees, staring at her shiny bosom.

“I can’t believe I got you off that quickly,” she murmurs. There’s a definite sparkle in her eyes, as she stands up, and walks out of the room. There is also no mistaking the extra bounce in her step. Despite the energy I’ve transferred to her, I still feel quite alive from all of her orgasms this morning.

I get dressed, before entering the attached kitchen, where Jennifer has a washcloth and is trying to get herself cleaned up.

“How do you get this stuff off?” She asks me as she continues to scrub.

“Use a bit of soap,” I tell her.

Once she’s fully cleaned, we head back to the couch, where she stares forlornly at her oversized clothes. Her old guard uniform looks more like a muumuu than a shirt, and her pants are hopeless. Only her shoes still fit, and she has to tighten the laces on them.

With her as decently dressed as she can be, we head down the mountain, and back into civilization. Our first stop is to get her some new clothes that I happily pay for. I then have her drop me off at the police station.

I have my story ready as I walk in. Jennifer follows me, and all the officers turn and look jealously at her. In her tight pink spaghetti strap top and even tighter jeans, she’s a teenager’s wet dream.

“What can I do for you,” the officer behind the glass window asks. Thankfully it’s a man, as his eyes are glued to Jennifer’s chest. I’d been afraid that a woman might be upset with the way she’s dressed, but this works well. Jennifer, for her part, and despite her protestations to the opposite, seems to be really enjoying the attention.

“Yeah,” I begin my lie, “I’ve been up camping with my girl here, and when I got home this afternoon, my apartment was burned up and my car was missing. Who do I need to talk to about that?”

With some obvious effort, he tears his eyes away from Lansbury, and finally gets a good look at me. “You’re Lyden Snow!” he exclaims as if he doesn’t believe it. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Crap! Apparently I’m already a suspect. Hopefully I’ll be able to stick to my story, and get away with everything.

* * *

Eight hours later, and innumerable interrogations, I find myself back out on the front steps of the police station. They finally bought my story that someone must have stolen my car after starting the complex on fire. The fire had burned too hot to know where it’d started, but they do know it’d started somewhere on my floor.

To my horror, I find out that twelve people died in the fire, and thirty others were injured. They’d found my car in the grocery store parking lot where it’d been burned, and gunshots had been heard. I’d become their primary suspect, but I have an alibi and a witness. Thank goodness for Jennifer. She’d held up like a champ as they talked to her. They’d released her a few hours before, and when I call her as they finally release me, she doesn’t answer.

Since I’ve missed a few calls from Lisa and Becky, I call them up next. Becky is out the door and on her way to get me before I even hang up.

“You manavgat escort stink,” the very short brunette says as she hugs me.

“Good to see you too,” I laugh.

“I was so worried when I saw your apartment complex had burned, and then you weren’t answering your phone, andthenthey were plastering your face all over the news, and I didn’t know what to think.” I can tell how worried she’d been, by how quickly she’s talking and of course by her tone. While it warms my heart to know she cares, I feel guilty about cheating on her and Lisa with Jennifer and Sheila Lance, my boss. She’d been concerned about my well-being, while I’d been having great sex. Oh, and being terrified for my life. I probably shouldn’t forget about that.

We get into the short woman’s car, and she jabbers about school, work at her law firm, and the stupidity of some people. Thankfully she doesn’t ask about where I’ve been, or what I’ve been doing.

She tells me to use the shower, while she gets started on making dinner.

The water feels great as it washes down my body, and despite myself, it even feels as though some of my worries go down the drain along with the dirty water.

“Welcome back,” a voice says as I hear the curtain pulled back. I turn to see Lisa stepping in, lithe body nude, and eyes sparkling. “Hope you don’t mind, but I got a little sweaty instructing Aikido today. Mind washing my back?”

I chuckle silently at her forwardness, and don’t mind at all. The only soap in their shower is the fru-fru kind, so I know I’ll smell a little girly when I get out, but it’ll work well for the pretty blonde. Squirting some into my hands, I lather them up, before rubbing it into her smooth back. For the first time I notice how toned her body is. Must be from all the martial arts training.

Using my fingers and thumbs to dig into some knots on her back, I turn the back wash into a massage and enjoy the sound of her soft moans. Her small rear keeps bumping against my groin, and I’m hard in no time. I ignore my own state however, as I move my washing massage to her arms, and then to her hands.

“Mmm, I love a good hand massage,” she murmurs, her blue eyes looking into mine. Her body turns to face me, and she doesn’t miss how hard my cock is. She goes to grab it, but I stop her.

“Not yet,” I say, smiling at her confusion. “Let me take care of you first.”

Finishing with her hands, I move to the front of her shoulders, and then scrub vigorously between and under her breasts, studiously avoiding her hard nipples. Her stomach is next, and I take a couple moments to wash out her belly button. She giggles delightfully as I finger the shallow hole.

Turning her sideways, I wash her right hip and buttocks, before moving down her thigh, to her knee, and then work the muscles in her calf. Dropping to my own knees, I take her foot in my hands, and spend a few minutes on it, watching her face and enjoying the looks of pleasure my hands are giving her. Even with the water and soap running down her body, I can tell she is getting turned on by how swollen her labia are.

Staying on my knees, I turn her to face the other way, and repeat the process on her left hip and leg. When I’m satisfied with the job I’ve done on her left foot, I stand, and before I can say or do anything, Lisa’s arms are around my neck and her slippery body is plastered to mine. Her tongue forces its way between my lips, and I grin as I allow it access. My hands drop to her rear, and I pull her even tighter to me, my prick stiff, and pleasantly smashed between us.

“You need a shave,” she tells me, but then plasters her lips against mine again.

It finally dawns on me that this is the first time I’ve been alone with Lisa, and am actually turned on by the idea of devoting my attentions to just her.

Using my grip on her bum, I lift her up without breaking the kiss, and gently guide her onto my rod. She moans as our connection becomes complete, and even I can’t hold back the sounds of my own pleasure.

My right foot slips slightly, and I have to turn and press her to the wall, while bracing my feet on the side of the tub, to keep from falling. She grunts as her back hits the wall, but her legs wrap around my hips, and she begins to use her abs to move her hips up and down my cock. Her insides feel so soft and warm, as my penis conforms to her, and I begin to match her pace.

My right hand slips a little more under her, and I easily slip my middle finger into her anus. Lisa goes wild at the added sensation, and I feel the strength of her orgasm wash over me, taking with it any feelings of fatigue that might have lingered after the police station. All the while, our mouths are wrestling with one another, and her kissing becomes more frantic and powerful.

Her legs drop from my hips, and I carefully let her down, as she pulls away from me. The water running down her hair makes it look darker than usual, şişli escort and her blue eyes sparkle as she smiles up at me. Her chest heaves, and the effect of the water beading on her soft skin is quite erotic. “What is it about you that always feels just right? You seem to know just what to do to please me.” Her hand goes to my groin and moves along the length as she gives me a surprisingly chaste peck on my cheek. “Now, we just need to finish you off.”

Lisa grabs the soap and squeezes some onto my member, before rubbing it in. Her hands feel great, and she has a powerful grip as she jacks me off. Just when I begin to think she plans on finishing me this way, she turn around, and rubs my head against her puckered brown hole. Once she has me lined up, she pushes back hard, and I find myself delightfully ensconced within her colon.

I place my hands on her hips, but she turns, shaking her head. “No, you took care of me, let me do the work now, and take care of you.

Not willing to argue with such a request, I place my hands behind my back, and moan gently as she pulls forward, and then slides her rear back onto my aching pole. Watching as my length slips in and out of her sphincter, while she screws herself on me is really turning me on. The feeling of her tight bum gliding up and down my soapy length and her firm globes slapping against my thighs, draws forth moan after moan from me. It doesn’t take long until I feel that familiar churning in my scrotum and grip her hips, forcing her to pick up the pace. To my surprise, she pulls away, and drops to her knees in front of me, using her awesome grip to jack me off again. My first volley of semen blasts onto her chin, before she re-aims me, and the rest of my seed splatters across her chest.

I have to brace a hand against the wall as I climax, and as soon as she’s done milking every drop from me, she begins to scoop it off her chest and lick her fingers clean.

“Mmm, I love the taste of cum, and yours always seems to give me extra pleasure!” I wonder if that’s because of my incubus abilities, or something else?

“If you two are done fooling around in there,” Becky yells, “dinner’s ready.”

We both laugh, as we get out and dry off. Becky watches us unashamedly, as I use one of their towels. “I hope she didn’t wear you out, Lyden, because I expect some attention tonight, also.”

Dinner is a simple fair of green beans and hamburger in some kind of sauce. Despite its simplicity, it tastes rather good, especially considering the fare I’ve been having lately.

“Thanks for taking me in tonight,” I tell the two women as I get up and start cleaning my plate in the kitchen sink. “I promise I’ll get a motel room tomorrow, staying there until I can find another apartment to move into.” I have no idea what I’m going to put into a new apartment though. I didn’t have renter’s insurance on my old one, which is part of the reason the police believed that I had nothing to do with burning it down. Maybe the apartment managers have some kind of insurance to compensate its tenants, but luckily I still have all that money from whoever overpaid my rent. I strongly suspect it’d been Angela that’d paid all my bills, but I have no way to prove it, and no idea where she would have gotten all that money.

“Don’t be crazy,” Lisa states, bringing me her plate, “you can stay here as long as you need.”

I open my mouth to protest, but Becky cuts in first. “I know we don’t know each other well, but there’s no sense in spending money on a motel room, when we both have a perfectly comfortable bed to share.” From the way her eyes sparkle, I have the feeling that they’re not going to take no for an answer, and that there won’t be a lot of sleeping going on in those beds. Whatever luck led me to these two women, I don’t know whether to curse it, or thank it. A month ago, these two young ladies wouldn’t have looked at me twice. Today, they can’t seem tostopstaring at me.

My theory is proven right after I finish cleaning the kitchen—yes, I cleaned it, because I’m a guest and they’re letting me stay here. It’s the least I can do. The women practically rip off my clothes, and it’s not ’til many hours later that that the women go to sleep. For my part, I’m too full of life to even think about slumber.

* * *

Jennifer grins at me after Becky drops me off at my office building.

“Well, Mr. Snow. Have a good day off yesterday?” She gives me a wink, and even goes so far as to pinch my rear as she allows me past the security checkpoint. Somewhere she’s picked up a smaller uniform, one that somehow fits her considerable assets while conforming to her hips as well. I’m not the only person that notices her body, and there is even a slight scuffle as two guys walk into each other, because they were staring at her.

“I tried calling you last night,” I tell her, wondering why she hadn’t answered.

She grimaces slightly, and I wonder what’s wrong. She glances at everyone around us, before responding. “I’ll talk to you later. See you at lunch?”

What’s going on? I wonder, as I take the elevator up to my floor. It’s not until I walk in, and can feel Sheila’s cold glare that I remember what Jennifer had told her.

Sitting at my desk, I see I’ve already received an email from my boss.

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Pillow Princess Club Ch. 04

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Pillow Princess Club Ch. 04

Summary: Pussy : a face sitting in a Swedish girl’s bedroom.

Note: This is dedicated Stephen who requested the series.

Note 2: Thanks for Tex Beethoven for editing yet another wicked series.

Note 3: This is chapter four of an ongoing series.

In Chapter One, Meredith is at home alone with her 8-month-old baby while her husband is constantly away working and neglecting her sexual needs. She spies through her bedroom window her 18-year-old female next door neighbour (a gorgeous girl from Italy) being sexually pleasured by another woman, and then another one, and then even more. This sparks a flame inside Meredith, awakening her curiosity to explore her own same sex desires. She discovers there’s a neighborhood secret Pillow Princess Service Club, where older women sign up to frequently be summoned by younger women to pleasure them sexually. She signs up out of lust and curiosity, and she’s immediately summoned by that same beautiful next door neighbour Bianca, whereupon she goes next door and eats her pussy. Which begins Meredith’s journey into submissive lesbianism.

In Chapter two, Meredith is hailed during her walk of shame home from Bianca’s back yard, and she’s convinced into going across the street to the wife of a congressman Miranda Bellencourt’s house to service her stocking-clad feet, eat her pussy, and get her own pussy fucked (with a strap-on), which was the first time Meredith had been fucked in a year and a half.

In Chapter Three, Meredith drives a few blocks away to her former high school bully’s house, where she’s surprised to be greeted by a naked Miranda (with a bright red butt) who’s being punished for using Meredith before the more important, younger, pillow princesses… this punishment includes Miranda being spanked (a lot), and being required to fuck herself in the ass with a large cucumber. Meredith services her third pussy, her high school bully’s daughter’s, whereupon said bully enters the house, and before long begins fucking her pussy… although sadly, not long enough to get her off… before Meredith rushes out to take care of pussy number four.

And now, continuing immediately after part 3….

Pillow Princess Club Ch. 04

Once inside my car, I checked my phone for the next girl. Her name was Astrid. I didn’t know any Astrids.

I checked the address; she was only a few minutes’ drive away.

I turned on google maps and drove there… hungry for more pussy… unable to get enough… enjoying a sexual adrenaline high I didn’t want to come down from… nor to consider the plethora of consequences (both delicious and horrible) that may lie ahead… my pussy on fire from the brief fucking… even if my former high school bully had done it… or perhaps because she’d been my high school bully.

It felt like I was drunk on pussy… and I felt compelled to continue drinking from that fountain.

I arrived… my pussy still tingling, the brief fuck from my former bully while I ate out her daughter keeping me revved up.

I looked around to make sure no one was around to see me in my slut outfit, and I didn’t see anyone… although I wasn’t sure I should even care anymore. I mean, I was pretty sure all the men who lived nearby were at work, and most of the women who might see me would know exactly what I was up to, since they too would belong to the Pillow Princess Service Club, so it just was what it was.

I walked up to the front door and knocked.

A moment later, a very pretty blonde girl opened the door and greeted in a friendly fashion with a strong Nordic accent, “Hallo, come on in.”

“Hi,” I said, walking in while admiring her.

“Cute outfit,” she said as she checked me out.

“Mrs. Bellencourt made me wear this outfit,” I said. “It’s not my usual clothing.”

“It is still sexy,” she said, then she turned around and said, “Follow me.”

“Okay,” I said loving the looks of her ass as she walked away. The things that turned me on had been evolving in the past few days in ways I couldn’t fathom. By today, legs, breasts, tits, ass, and of course pussy, consumed my lust and desires… and they now controlled all my actions. Prior to about a week ago, I’d only lusted after men.

For konya escort the first time in four pussies (this upcoming one being the fourth), I was led into a bedroom. She asked, as she pulled her jeans down and off, once we were inside her bedroom, “So is today your first day as a sex slave?”

“Yeah, I guess you could call it that,” I agreed, looking around the room.

As she also removed her panties, she asked, “What made you decide to join?”

“I was being totally ignored by my husband, both for several months before, and then after we had a child eight months ago. So I got frustrated and started exploring my sexuality online,” I began, thinking how casual this conversation was while she undressed right in front of me, not appearing to mind that I was staring hungrily at her. I continued, thinking this was likely the best way to describe how the events proceeded… serendipity. Serendipity that I’d seen Bianca getting pleasured. Serendipity to find two people (Bianca and Edna) to help me break free of my loneliness and insecurities. I said, “Long story short, then Fate came in and finished me off.”

As she got onto the bed, she asked, “So you are brand new to all of this?”

“You could say that. Less than two hours ago, I’d never licked a single pussy in my life. But now yours is about to be my fourth,” I answered, as she spread her legs wide and reached for a game controller.

I glanced around to see that she had a game loaded on her television on the wall. She said, “That is interesting.”

“Yeah, my brain is still struggling to catch up with all of it,” I admitted, as I approached her bed… and of course her… we both knew why I was here, so I didn’t need any coaching unless she wanted something specific… this routine beginning to feel so natural. I come to a teenage girl’s house, I service her, and then I leave… just as casual as going out for coffee with someone and we gossip about our friends.

“I can imagine,” she said, seeming to understand my recent series of overwhelming events.

I climbed onto the bed, and as I maneuvered between her legs I asked, as I admired her long, pale legs, “Where are you from? Your accent is really sexy.”

“Sweden.”

“Nice,” I said, as I directed my face towards her completely shaved pussy… it seemed that everyone but me had a shaved pussy… so where I could get that done was something I’d have to inquire about. I hadn’t even trimmed my pussy since I was a couple months pregnant, so I had a full bush… which I hadn’t cared about, but now I was suddenly very self-conscious about. I’d gotten a Brazilian for my honeymoon a couple decades ago, but since then I’d just trimmed it regularly, until the last time I got pregnant.

“This neighbourhood is a great place,” she said, fixing a headset to her head, “I’m here on a one-year exchange.”

“That’s cool,” I said, finding this conversation rather surreal, considering why I was there, and the hairless pussy a couple inches away from my face. “I’ve always wanted to visit the Scandinavian countries.”

“Then you should go,” she said, looking down at me.

“Its definitely on my list,” I said… Scandinavia a region I’d always wanted to explore… since I had some Norwegian ancestry in me.

“Well, if you come to Stockholm some day, I can definitely give you a tour, and you can give me some orgasms.”

“Both of those would be great.”

“America has been great so far, too.”

“It’s not too bad here,” I agreed, feeling it was odd to be having such a normal conversation while I was lying between her legs with her pussy a couple inches away from my face.

“Yeah, this Pillow Princess Club was a really nice surprise,” she said, as I stared directly into her moist, swollen pussy, impatient to taste her sweet-looking peach… her scent was drawing me in like a bear to honey.

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled awkwardly, no longer able to resist this oh-so-inviting glazed pussy within my reach, so I extended my tongue, and parted her pretty pink pussy lips.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as the talking stopped, and she started playing a game.

So with our conversation obviously over for now, I did what I came here to do… I began licking this lovely girl’s pussy.

Lying on my belly, I leisurely licked her pussy while she konya escort bayan talked to herself, I suppose about the game, and more than likely in Swedish.

I explored her entire pussy… licking… probing… teasing… gradually stimulating her wetness.

She had a sweet taste.

She gave me soft moans.

All while she chatted in Swedish, while playing her game.

It was likely five minutes, maybe more, before she said, now in English, her accent still wonderfully sexy, “Will you please tell my friend what you are doing right now?

Huh? Oh, she was on the phone. The friend was likely a girl in Sweden. I responded, “First, my name is Meredith. Please tell me your name, honey.” I didn’t know whether this friend was male or female, but calling them ‘honey’ worked either way.

“My name is Vera, Meredith. So tell me, what are you doing?”

“I’m licking Astrid’s delicious young pussy.”

“No way,” Vera said.

“Ask Meredith anything you want,” Astrid said.

“How old are you?” Vera asked.

“Forty-four.”

“Shit!”

“I told you, I have a couple dozen women… MILFs, we call them here in America… who come to my house and eat my pussy anytime I want,” Astrid said. This is Meredith’s first day as an official slut… she’s actually really nice, but that’s what she likes being called, so as part of her initiation, mine is the fourth pussy she’s eaten in less than three hours. And mine won’t be the last. Meredith, how many more pussies do you think you’ll be licking today?”

“I don’t really know exactly, but at least two more,” I answered.

“That seems too crazy to believe,” Vera said.

“Yeah, I thought so too at first,” Astrid said. “But it is simply an app. I choose a woman from the list, and if she is available, she hurries over as fast as she can and eats me out until I come, and then she goes away again. No hassles, no lovey dovey, no sensitive feelings, she just arrives, gives me an orgasm and leaves.”

“Fucking wild,” Vera said.

“I know,” Astrid said, as I wiggled my tongue between her pussy lips.

“I need someone to come when I want and munch on my pussy,” Vera said.

“Then come to America for a visit,” Astrid said. “I’ll have someone come over, and she’ll pleasure us both.”

I chipped in as I licked, “How old are you, Vera?”

“Nineteen.”

Then since you’re old enough, if you come visit Astrid, I’ll be thrilled to eat your pussy.”

“Shit, that is so cool!” she said. “How old is old enough?”

“In America it’s eighteen,” I said.

“What? That’s ancient! In Sweden much younger.”

“I know, it’s crazy,” Astrid said as I flicked her clit. “But now that you’re old enough for America, you can have even more fun. In the past month, I have had twelve different women eat my pussy. Some of them more than once.”

“I sure could use someone just to stop by, service me and leave,” Vera said.

“That is exactly what the Club is,” Astrid told her.

“Then I really do need to visit you.”

“When I return home, I’m going to try and figure out a way of starting a Pillow Princess Service Club in Stockholm,” Astrid said.

“I’m in,” Vera said.

“I bet there are lots of older women just like me, who’d love to be your submissive pussy-munching pets,” I said, wanting to rejoin the conversation.

“Do you think your Mom would eat my pussy?” Astrid asked.

“Astrid!” Vera gasped.

“I bet she would be a great pussy muncher,” Astrid insisted.

“Okay, then what about your mom?” Vera tossed out. Do you think she would eat mine?”

“That is an intriguing idea. Do you want to sit on my Mom’s face?” Astrid asked. Then she surprised me by gently pushing my head away.

“You know I do,” Vera said.

“Meredith, roll onto your back,” Astrid ordered me.

“Okay,” I said, unsure of what she had in mind.

“Okay, we have a deal. Once I return home I’ll seduce your Mom, and you can seduce mine,” Astrid said, and then she stood up on the bed, straddled me, looked down at me and asked, “Have any of the girls sat on your pretty face yet?”

“I can’t say that any have,” I said, admiring her wet pussy from a fresh viewpoint.

“Well,” she said, as she slowly lowered herself onto me, her pussy soon resting on my face, and her legs on both sides of my escort konya head, “let’s change that sorry state.”

Her words were now muffled, since her legs were squeezed against my ears. So I just resumed licking… her scent even stronger now that I was confined to this small space beneath her body and thighs.

It wasn’t as easy to pleasure her this way. I could lift my head up to probe deeper between her pussy lips, but my head’s movements were restricted.

On the other hand, it was strangely relaxing.

I just laid there and licked.

Breathed in the fresh scent of a young woman.

Savoured the taste of this girl.

Was just a pussy licker.

I licked her for a few minutes before she began slowly to grind her hips back and forth, which caused her also to grind her wet pussy directly against my face.

I loved this experience!

She simply used my lips, tongue, and my entire face to pleasure herself.

I kept my tongue extended and available to her.

I enjoyed her wetness getting smeared all over my face… like I was being baptised into some weird sex cult.

After a couple minutes of this pussy-juice bath, I felt her pulling my face up so I was plastered against her pussy, and she began grinding faster, chanting. “Ah, suta inte.” (Swedish for ‘Yes, don’t stop.)

I’m pretty sure that was something in Swedish. I had no idea what it meant, but based on her fast, aggressive grinding on my face, it probably meant she was close.

I kept my tongue extended and I started wiggling it as best I could, as she kept repeating, “Suta inte.”

Finally her orgasm erupted through her, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to provide her with the best possible receptacle, while she screamed out perhaps the only word I knew in Swedish as she repeated, each repetition getting more intense and louder, “Ja… ja… ja… ja… jaaaaaaaaa!”

From my position as she came, it was like she’d opened up a tap and was pouring a steady flow of her pussy cum into my mouth.

My mouth still wide open, I enjoyed the warmth of her cum, as it flowed into my mouth and down into my stomach.

She let go of my head as her juices continued pouring out of her pussy, and so I leaned back up to catch as much of her cum as I could.

A minute later she rolled off of me, and almost boneless, I lay there, soaked in her wetness.

“Thanks, Meredith,” she said.

“Thank you, Astrid,” I said, part of me wanting to roll over, crawl back between her legs and resume licking… but I didn’t. I slowly got to my feet, as she too got off the bed, and I stretched.

“I’ll invite you over again sometime soon,” she said. We both knew if she asked, I’d need to rush over ASAP, so it was sweet of her to phrase it that way.

“Please do,” I said, as I got off the bed and admired her ripe young body.

“I suspect you have more stops to make today,” she said.

“At least one more,” I confirmed.

“Well, have fun with the next girl,” she said. “You can let yourself out.”

“Will do,” I said, as I walked out of her bedroom and back to my car.

An older man walking his dog stopped to stare at me as I walked to my car. I don’t know why, but I decided to blow him a kiss.

Even from across the street, I could see his eyes go wide.

I grinned at my sudden brazenness as I got into my car. I pulled out my phone and clicked on my third assignment.

The next girl’s name was Lana Lacombe. Another stranger, although less than an hour ago Astrid had been one, and she no longer fit in that category.

The address was a few miles away… and outside of the suburb I lived in.

One more pussy to eat, and then back home to Barbara, who I was really looking forward to playing with. For one thing, I wanted to know all about the sexy adventures she and my daughter Catherine had gotten up to in the last couple of years. Of course at this point in my own misadventures I was in no position to criticize, nor did I want to. I just wanted to listen, and then say things like, “Wow, that’s so dirty! And then what did you do?”

Oddly, as I began driving, I felt an odd sadness, because I only had one more mystery pussy to look forward to today. My… could I call this a treasure hunt?… had been (and still was) scary sometimes, and yet overall, incredibly exciting. I’d never been one to look forward to surprises, but the surprises so far today had been thrilling.

I wondered what Lana Lacombe would be like.

The End of part 4.

Coming next:

Chapter 5, pussy , sex in a public place… a yoga establishment.

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Sometimes I forget how lucky I am that you love me back. Do you know how long I wanted you before I got to have you?

I was nineteen. There was a night we went bowling. You were wearing black dickies and a gray top that was cut in a deep V. And you were just so beautiful. I remember thinking that you had just the most perfect proportions. I wanted to touch you where your waist flared out just barely to your hips. And I wanted to watch you move all night.

And then I think I fell in love with the way you smelled. I remember one day when we were living at Courtney’s, but before we started dating. You were sitting in my room for a while. When you left, the side of my bed where you had been smelled like you. You got up and left to go watch TV or take a shower or something. I masturbated, burying my face in the pillow that smelled like you. And I left the door open, half hoping you would come back in and join me, but too scared to ask because it wasn’t allowed yet. So sometimes, even now, I forget that you’re mine and that it’s ok to do those things.

My favorite part of having sex with you are the moaning sounds you make right before you come. You never make them any other time, so konya bosna escort it’s how I know you’re about to lose control. I love watching you just come undone for me.

I also like when I’m not licking fast enough for you, and you move your hips against my face. You have the most perfect hips. They’re narrow and kind of boyish, but at the same time your hipbones stick out in the most feminine way. It’s that kind of really sexy androgyny that just does it for me. It makes me want to tease you until you run your fingers through my hair and push on the back of my head until I can’t breathe in anything but the scent of your pussy.

hmmmm, are you masturbating yet?

I’ll lick up the side of your neck. Run my tongue around the shell of your ear and suck your earlobe into my mouth. Then I’ll sink my teeth into the back of your neck, right over the nerves at your hairline. You’ll scream a little, not a lot, and your whole body will go tense, vibrating under my weight until I release the pressure. I’ll lick over the spot, feel the marks my teeth made and how the flesh under the marks is swelling to bruise. I’ll feel you shiver a little, and I’ll run konya esc my hands over your waist, below your breasts, down to your hips.

I’ll close my palm over your pussy, pushing down on your clit, then letting go. Not enough to make you come, but enough to let you know I’m thinking about it. You’ll moan and move closer to me, turning over on your back to give me better access. But your clothes are still in the way. I pull off your pants but leave your underwear on. They’re red cotton, and they cover everything, but your ass looks so amazing in them.

I kiss down your abdomen. Wet, open-mouthed kisses. Then I lick a stripe just above the top of your panties, below your navel, between your hipbones. And I lick over your clit, through the cotton. I press my mouth to your pussy and breath hot, wet air onto your clit. You moan and shiver. And I bite down, just a little. I soak your panties with my tongue, then I take them off.

Then I lick over your lips, warm and wet and gentle. I suck them into my mouth, moving your clit around with my teeth. Finally, I lick between your lips and push back on your clit hood. I hear–and kind of feel–you sigh as I konya escort establish a rhythm directly on the head of your clit.

I played too long. You’re already close. I slow down a little, but you whine and buck your hips against me. Your eyes are dark and shining. You bite your lip and close your lids, squirming underneath me.

I push my fingers inside you, feel your g spot at the back. It’s wet, I can feel your heartbeat in it, a counterpoint to the rhythmic squeezing of your muscles around the base of my fingers. Come is dripping down my hand, over my wrist. I pull out and drip your juices over your clit, lick them off my fingers. You taste so good, and I can tell from your face that you’re desperate to come.

I squeeze my legs together. Watching you like this turns me on so much. You’re prone, on your back, so vulnerable and so wanton. But I don’t want to lose focus on you. I push in deeper, bury my nose in the hair above your slit, lick quickly across your clit, and breathe your scent in. God, you smell so good. I take my fingers out, lick from your asshole to your clit, over and over. I don’t want to stop.

But your clit is just begging for attention. And you start to make those moaning sounds when I go back to it. Those sounds that tell me you’re about to lose control. I feel it swell up in my mouth, the head becomes easy to move and swollen with blood. Your muscles clamp down on my fingers and your thighs hold my head in place as you shake with release.

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Chapter 8

As they awoke, Emma snapped to attention, breaking from Danny’s embrace and standing awkwardly across the cabin. “Oh god. What a mess. I’m, oh god.” she was blushing intensely as she spoke, clearly having lost control. “Here, let me.” she said, and with a wave of her hands, Danny felt an odd feeling pass over him, after which he found himself completely clean and dry.

He turned around, confused as to the sudden change, then back to Emma. “How did you do that?”

“Oh, just a bit of magic. It’s what we’re here for after all.” she said, smiling slightly. With the same wave of her hands, Danny watched as the filth seemed to simply vanish off of her, leaving her naked body as clean and perfect as it had ever been. “We should get going. We’re probably running behind.” she said, throwing on her sweater. Danny could feel himself hardening again as she bent over to pull up her jeans, but he stopped himself, instead choosing to get his own pants on.

When they were dressed, Emma stood across from him in the tiny cabin and smiled, giving him a small peck on the cheek. “You might be busy from now on, what with being famous and all, but make some time for me, huh? This was a lot of fun.”

Danny wanted to say that he couldn’t really picture himself not fucking her again, but instead he simply said, “Tons.”

“Come on, we don’t want to be late!” Emma said after a moment, rushing out of the cabin and into the hall.

As Danny might have expected, the others were slowly emerging from their cabins, some dressed and clean like them, but the majority were either disheveled, covered in cum, or naked. It seemed that despite everyone having spent their time on the train doing the same thing, only a handful knew how simple it was to clean up after themselves.

As they walked to the exit, they both found Grint. It was the first time either had seen him with clothes. He was wearing a green sweater and jeans. He came up behind the both of them and threw an arm around each. “You missed one hell of a show.” he said, looking up in thanks to the heavens. “You might not expect it but that midget can really fuck.” he said, regaling them with his tale of voyeurism.

When they emerged, Danny could hardly believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t a college campus like he had seen in the pictures online. Rather, it was a massive castle, like the kind you would see in an old adventure book, surrounded by mountains, the only path to it a long winding road that lay before them. There was a man, a giant, standing 10 feet high, holding a lantern and standing near a dozen carriages, with a great big red beard and a funny expression. “Oy, you lot o’ newcomers, this way!” he shouted, directing students, most of which were half-dressed, towards the vehicles. “Don’ forget yer uniforms! Best change now and avoid punishment!” he added, noticing the state of the students.

Danny remained frozen where he stood. He knew that he shouldn’t be shocked, Professor Merlin had explained that this was magic, but the sudden sight of something so blatantly fantastic confused him. Until a few weeks ago his life had been more normal than anyone else’s, and now here he was, looking at a giant and a castle, and being told to change into a uniform.

“Come on!” Grint said, taking each of the two in hand and pulling them towards a carriage. It took Danny a moment to notice that Emma was just as stunned. It took Grint pushing her onto the carriage for her to realize that she was supposed to be moving.

Inside of the carriage they were joined by a fourth newcomer, a young man, a bit chubby, though with a handsome enough face, and short-cropped brown hair that made him look older than he was. He was already in his uniform, a small cravat, a blazer, and slacks. As the three entered, he made no sound, instead looking elsewhere with an intensity that made it obvious he was avoiding eye-contact.

“Wes Ruby, but everyone calls me Grint.” Grint said, taking the initiative as the other newcomers got into their own carriages, and extending his hand to the stranger.

“Newt. Newt Balzack.” the young man murmured, keeping his attention elsewhere.

“Balzack?” Grint repeated.

“Yes.” Newt said quietly, melting into himself.

“That’s hilarious! Your name is ball sack!” Grint laughed, prompting an elbow from Emma.

“I’m Emma Gibson and this is Daniel Cliffe.” she said, trying to repair the awkwardness.

Newt’s eyes lit up. “You’re Danny Cliffe? I’d heard rumors, but-” he was standing in an instant, looking around. “-What do I have for you to sign?”

“I’m not signing anything.” Danny said obstinately, prompting a pleading look from Emma. batman escort “What? I’m not. I still don’t know what I’m famous for.”

“You avenged my parents.” said Newt solemnly.

“What?” said Emma and Grint at once.

“Both of them were trying to take down Rasputin. They were,” he stopped, sniffling. “Anyways, it was you who killed him.”

“What?” it was Danny’s turn to be shocked. “Wait wait, slow down. Rasputin? Like the Russian guy?”

“His son actually.” Emma corrected. “The greatest evil wizard of our time.”

Grint put his arm around Danny, “You see Danny, us wizards could have our run at the world if we like. All it would take was us deciding to whip it out and use our powers to make, well, everyone else, our willing slaves. Now why don’t we do that? Because it’s wrong.” he answered, not leaving room for another response. “Using it every now and then to have a bit of fun, that’s just human nature, but using that power to rule the world? That’s too far.”

Danny was silent, though he was not sure he agreed. If wizards could improve the life of everyday humans, maybe it was their moral responsibility to do so. So what if that meant losing your sexual autonomy? If Danny was getting laid by the quality of ass he was seeing here at Eritaft, he would have no complaints. And given his experience with his aunt and cousin, he doubted the fairer sex would argue either. Still, he kept it to himself. After all, he was new to this wizard stuff and did not want to offend.

“To be fair, his father was essentially killed for being too horny, and he rejected the puritanical human society that continued to punish people just for experiencing one aspect of humanity.” Emma added.

Grint opened his mouth to reply, but instead shrugged. “I’d never heard all that.”

“Well, he did evil things either way.” Newt butted in. “Bad things.” Danny wanted an explanation of just what he had done that was so bad, but Newt was already moving on. “But you Danny, your latent power was so great that when he came that night and killed your parents, you avenged them there and then, still only a baby.”

“What?” Danny’s head hurt. This was too much too fast. “I what?”

“You killed Rasputin.” Newt said plainly. Danny looked to Grint and Emma, who both nodded.

“I can show you.” Emma said, again unearthing a massive tome, this one “Modern History of the Wizarding People”. “See here.” she said, opening to a section near the end, “The Death of Rasputin 2”.

Danny took the book from her hands, hungry for the knowledge. “It was a well-known fact that prior to the age of 18, wizards and even emergent wizards lack the ability to perform spells on their own. It is therefore an episode of some note, the death of Rasputin 2, in not only ending the third great wizard war, but in the matter of its resolution. Rasputin is said to have targeted the Cliffe family for their immense fame and power. He believed that if he could bring the two most popular pornographers in the world onto his side, then the rest of the wizards would soon follow suit, if only to continue to enjoy their excellent pornographic content. It was likely a surprise to Rasputin 2 that they refused him, beginning a struggle that ended in the loss of life for poor Rose and John. Content to finish the job, he turned on the baby, Daniel Cliffe, but something odd happened. It seems, according to the obvious evidence that Daniel was able to channel some kind of shield spell, perhaps even a reflecting spell, and to redirect Rasputin’s magic back unto him, killing him instantly. Thus ended the war. Yet, the question remains, just how did young Daniel find this magic inside of him? Was it a mere fluke? Or perhaps was Rasputin’s magic weakened so severely by his fight with John and Rose that even a tiny spell could finish him? The world may never know, but it can wait expectantly for young Daniel to come of age, and demonstrate just what it is that made him so special.”

Danny felt like he could throw up. Not only were his parents famous, so was he, and not just for being their son. He had killed Rasputin 2. He had killed someone. What the hell was all this about? Was it some prank? Was he dying in a coma somewhere having an insane dream? He was so in his head after reading that paragraph that it took him a moment to realize what was going on in the carriage as they bumped along towards the castle.

Grint and Emma had already changed apparently, Emma in the tight plaid skirt and vest of the uniform, while Grint made himself look elegant in the slacks and blazer (though his cravat was crooked). Of course, his slacks now sat around his ankle as he sat on one side of Emma, and Newt on the other, both getting their dicks stroked by her as they rumbled along the road. yalova escort Emma had her legs wide, showing off her wet panties as she continued to work them by hand.

Danny felt his mind clear and his cock harden as he watched Emma lean over and spit onto Newt’s bigger-than-average penis, the wet sounds of stroking filling the cabin. She turned to face Grint, “Like that?” she asked, forgetting her distaste of the boy in her passions.

“Good girl.” he said, stroking her chin. “That’s how a good slut strokes cock.”

Emma suddenly noticed Danny’s hungry gaze. “Sorry Danny,” she began, her hands still jerking the two cocks. “While you were reading we found out that Newt’s a virgin. We’re trying to help him get more comfortable for Eritaft.” she continued, looking at the fold in Danny’s jeans. She licked her lips. “If you get into your uniform, I’ll let you fuck my face again before we get there.”

Looking at her luscious red lips, Danny couldn’t resist. He tossed his clothes aside, going into his luggage and pulling on his uniform, and seconds later, he was in front of her, holding on to the top of the small cabin as he eased his dick past her lips and into her hot wet mouth. He groaned as her neck went back and forth, her tongue working him all the while. It was so hot looking down at her as she worked his penis in her mouth. Her beautiful eyes looking up to him with lust, as her lips moved back and forth on his cock. Peeking down her vest at her beautiful perky tits while she jerked the two others with all her might. The sound of sucking and stroking filled the cabin.

“Gods!” shouted Newt first, his cum splattering out onto Emma’s hand as she continued to work him, not stopping until finally his dick had cum all it could and began to soften. He had cum more than expected, and she had to resist the urge to take her hand to her mouth and lick it clean.

Next was Grint, clearly getting off from watching Emma take Danny in her mouth. He thrust his hips up into her hands, and let his cum shoot all over himself, groaning as she continued to stroke his cock until it was finished with its orgasm.

Danny came last, grabbing the back of Emma’s head and thrusting down into her throat with his full length. Emma coughed and sputtered as Danny rode out his orgasm feeling her soft skin on his balls. When he was finally done, he let her go and walked back, his dick falling out of Emma’s mouth with a plop. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as tasted Danny’s hot cum, sending her over the edge. “God your cum is so good.” she moaned, her legs trembling.

After a moment, Emma took the initiative, waving her arms and cleaning them again, as Newt nervously tucked his dick back into his pants. Grint, for his part, remained with his dick out, leaned back in ecstasy. Danny took a look outside of the window, and saw that in most of the other carriages something similar was happening or winding down. It seemed that the sex would truly be endless here. Despite having just came, he could feel his dick hardening again.

As he looked out the window, he also noticed the rest of the campus, a massive lake, a forest, a mountain, a castle, just how much space did Eritaft have?

Before long, the carriage came to a stop before a large old-fashioned gate. The giant was somehow already there, directing the students into the building. “Clean up if ya can! Don’t wanna be dirty for your first impressions! Oy, get that dick out of yer mouth! There’ll be time for that later! We’ve gotta get you lot sorted.”

“Sorted?” Danny asked as the four of them followed the giant’s directions into the building.

“For the houses.” Grint said plainly.

“Houses?” he repeated.

“Oh yes, you don’t know. Well for years Eritaft didn’t have a house system, but then when Harry Potter got popular a bunch of students went for a vote, and Professor Merlin allowed it. So, as of 25 years ago, Eritaft is divided into four houses. Dragonheart, Batbrain, Foxeyes, and…” she stopped suddenly, as if trying to remember.

“Hufflepuff.” Grint offered.

“No, that’s Harry Potter.” Emma countered.

“Badgernose.” said Newt, as they entered the hall. Indeed, on the walls of the castle were several banners, indicating each of the four houses, a mighty dragon, an intelligent bat, a sneaky fox, and a badger, seemingly with no additional characteristics. “I’m probably gonna end up in Badgernose.”

“They still get laid over there.” Grint butted in as they continued down the hall. “They say Badgernose is where the horniest wizards and witches end up.”

“Oh god, what if I don’t get into any of the houses?” Newt said, vocalizing a silent concern of Danny’s.

“Impossible. There’s a foolproof method of sorting, established by Mr. Merlin himself.” Emma said.

“How ordu escort does it work?” Danny said, somewhat hurried. He didn’t know how much longer they had before it was happening.

“Well-” Emma began, but her voice was overpowered by the giant, who stood before a set of massive double doors.

“-Alright you lot!” he bellowed over the crowd of teenagers. “Welcome to Eritaft!”

Inside was a massive dining hall, filled with hundreds of students, each seated at one of four massive tables that lines the room. At the head of the room was a stage, where the teachers sat, looking down upon their students. What caught Danny’s eyes however, was not the splendor and majesty of the hall, but the debauchery and wantonness of the inhabitants.

Indeed, everywhere Danny looked there was some erotic coupling taking place. There was a group of boys surrounding a beautiful dark-skinned girl who was alternating between the crowd of penises, sucking and stroking and switching, all the while laughing and giggling with joy. There was a reverse-gangbang at one of the tables, a gorgeous blonde boy surrounded on all sides by naked women, each taking a position on his body, their sexy asses spilled out across his hands and face, all moaning with ecstasy as they used him. There were standard couplings as well, duos and trios and quatros, mmf and mmff and mmmf and so on and so forth. The sex was different, however. One couple of olive-skinned students were lovingly fucking each other while right next to them an asian girl took a double penetration. And not just straight, there were boys with juicy asses being reamed by their upperclassmen and girls getting their pussies eaten while they chatted with friends. Even at the teacher’s table one of the professors, a lovely older woman with red hair and a lithe body, was working two professors by hand, just like Emma had done in the carriage, only with much more dexterity and a great deal more showmanship. There was a shorter professor who had a girl half on the table, pumping into her pussy from below as she squealed out to the masses. Everyone all across the room was getting off, some already had, as evidenced by the splashes of cum and pussy juice that lay about the room.

Indeed, there was only one figure in the room that was not currently involved in some manner of sexual activity, the man at the head of the table, one Arthur Merlin. No longer in a pokla-dot suit, he wore a classic wizard’s robe, blue and shapeless. He seemed to be looking right at Danny, ignoring the plethora of stimulation that surrounded them. Suddenly, he came to a stand, and called out, “Good evening.”

Danny was shocked to find that despite the absolute cacophony that had filled the room moments ago, it was now completely silent. Indeed, he found that he could not even gasp. Slowly, the pairings began to split, unbothered to quit their activities before their orgasms, after all, there would be dozens of other chances to cum tonight. Oddly, Danny found himself quite flaccid, despite the still numerous amounts of sexy naked people pulling on their clothes. It was perhaps the first time he had been completely flaccid since his 18th birthday. Distracted as he was, it only took another sentence from Professor Merlin to draw his attention back out.

“Today we welcome out newest class of future wizards and witches. We will have the sorting. Then the feast. Then announcements.Then the traditional house orientation. But first, ‘a few words’.” he said softly, though his voice echoed through the room. Everyone looked on expectantly, but before long Professor Merlin was already sitting down.

The red-headed professor who had been giving the double handjob quickly stood in his place. “Thank you Professor for those kind words. Now, if Mr. Geezer could bring up the incoming freshmen?” she said with a distinct and sexy scottish accent.

The giant nodded, and led the group of new students over towards the stage. As they passed through the aisles, the older students eyed them hungrily, deciding just what pieces of new meat they would be sampling first. To some of the crowd it was overwhelming to feel the desire of the audience, to Danny it was strange, but somehow felt right as well, like he had always been waiting to be an object of desire, and had finally gotten the chance.

As they stood before the stage, the giant, clearly Mr. Geezer, bowed to the professor and stepped onto the sidelines. The red-headed professor raised her hands, and the lights flashed, and before her, where empty space had been before was a desk and a chair. The desk blocked the view from the audience, though from where Danny stood he could see that under it, in the dark, there was something, or someone, hiding. “When your name is called, you will pull down your underwear and sit at the Sorting Chair. When you are sorted, please stand and sit at the table designated by your house.”

Newt raised his hand to ask a question, and Grint had to yank it back down. Now was apparently not the time for questions. The red-haired witch looked from side to side and then cried out, “Let the sorting, begin!”

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