C.L.A.M.P. Ch. 01

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Cerebral Long-term Active Muscular Paralyzer (CLAMP)

The huge man with the prison tattoos had the tiny woman bent over against the visitor’s room table and was yelling something at her, all the while struggling to open the zipper at the bottom of his orange jumpsuit. His intentions were clear as the woman looked at the camera and nodded. Suddenly, and with a surprised yelp, the prisoner’s arms dropped to his sides and the woman slid out from under his impressive bulk. In a few more moments, his legs began to quiver and he sat down on the floor with a puzzled look on his face. His hands lay limply on his lap as he fell slowly forward until his panicked face rested on his right leg. The woman looked up at the camera and gave a smiling ‘thumbs up’.

“And so you see, Ladies and Gentleman, the CLAMP system will not only reduce the cost of prisoner and detainee housing and security very significantly, it will completely eliminate the danger of violent attacks on your respected, valuable staff members. Once installed in the Atlantean region of the skull of your targeted individuals, a technician level procedure by the way, their physical abilities can be limited based on your situation and requirements on a semi permanent basis, requiring a reset by the mainframe to return them to a normal condition. Zero injury risk, zero flight risk. Thank you for your interest in the CLAMP system. Good day.”

I signed off the video image program and slid down in my chair, surprisingly tired from talking. I stared at the monitor as the screen-saver turned it off, and suddenly notice the figure of Alana standing in the reflection. I turned the swivel chair to greet her, and as I rose, she came to me and gave me a hug. I was a real stickler for proper procedures, and this was way out of line. As my mind raced to an eventual headline in USA Today ‘Middle aged medical researcher indicted for hugging sexy intern’, Alana backed away a step.

“Sorry, Professor. I know how you feel about that kind of stuff, but I’m just so proud of you that I couldn’t stand it.”

I turned on my most stony face and stared down at her, our 14″ difference in height seemingly more exaggerated. “I believe the conclusion of these tests brings to a close your involvement as my intern, Ms. McKenzie. Am I correct in my understanding of your contract, which I will not ne renewing?”

Her eyes dropped. “Yes Professor, that is correct.”

I lunged for her and scooped her up, spinning her around in a great bear hug. Her lovely green eyes flew open, puzzlement and a little panic more than evident.

I spun her around again, laughing in whoops of joy. “WE did it, munchkin; not me, but WE! Don’t you get, it you wonderful creature? This is not my triumph; it’s our triumph, you and I in equal shares. And the reason I am not renewing your contract is because I want to offer you a new one.” I sat her down, a dazed smile on her face.

“I have the paperwork for the patents here on the table, and I’ve sent copies to the same attorney you’ve used before, so she can look them over.

“But why, professor? Why would you do that?”

“Alana, you were instrumental in the completion of this project. The memory of your brother drove you, and me, nearly to the breaking point. Without your dogged determination, I would have given up a hundred times. Your doctorate is complete, I’ve signed off on your dissertation, and I’ve added your name on the primary descriptive lines of all the patent documentation next to mine. Whatever comes of this project, and I expect millions and millions of dollars, and hundreds of lives saved to be just the start, we will share as absolute equals.

I would like you to help me open the Alex McKenzie Memorial Institute as my full partner, and co-chair of the Board of Directors. Please say yes, Alana.”

Her face expressed joy, and sorrow and confusion in equal amounts, and as the tears fell, she nodded, “I’d be honored to work with you, Dr. Grey.”

I held her close as she cried, and said, “Dr. McKenzie, Alana; my name is Owen.”

We talked and scribbled and talked some more, until the dawn began to seep in through the armored windows of the lab. When I awoke, I was reclining in my Aeron chair, covered in a blanket with ‘Care Bears” on it and Alana was asleep on the couch, one arm tucked underneath her. I got up to make some coffee, and after I’d washed my face and used the facilities, I headed back to the lab office with two steaming mugs. As I entered the vestibule, I stopped.

Alana was on the couch still, she was definitely awake. She was still reclining, but the arm that had been underneath her was now held in her other hand, and she was caressing her breasts through her blouse by dragging her apparently limp fingers across her nipples. I watched for a few seconds, finding the scene quite erotic. I made a little noise so she would know that I was coming through the airlock. She sat up on the couch, placing her limp hand on her lap and rubbing it with her other hand.

“Everything okay Alana?” I asked.

“Sure, Owen, although I awoke with my hand underneath bayan escort merter me, and my arm’s asleep.”

“Well, that won’t take long to wear off. I brought coffee.”

“No, it won’t take long,” she sighed. Her nipples were plainly erect, and she shifted slightly on the couch, as if she were uncomfortable. Her hand lay limply on her lap, and she glanced at it frequently.

Our project for the day was a new version of the CLAMP system, this one for use in medicine. My thought was to make a temporarily applied version to mount on the skin near the base of the spine. The CLAMP functioned by disrupting nerve signals, preventing them from traveling to or from the brain. Not only does the CLAMP disrupt motor signals, it blocks sensory signals as well. This has far-reaching applications, not only for surgical pain, but chronic pain of all kinds, including everyday aches and pains. Not only could CLAMP totally block signals, it could be dialed down to have a more subtle control of all signals, or just the ones producing pain.

I had been busy in the nano-lab, where the CLAMP was built on the micro- and macroscopic level. M techs had completed a prototype for the temporary CLAMP, which Alana and I had agreed to call the CLAMP-T. I decided to mount it in collar, which was built out of a thin strip of wetsuit \material for stability and ease of application. It was self powered, which made it somewhat different from the original CLAMP, which would eventually obtain its power from the host body. Communication was wireless and had a range of only about 10 feet, which would be fine for clinical applications. I was looking through our list of volunteers when Alana spoke up.

“I’d like to volunteer to be the Alpha tester, if you don’t mind, Owen.”

I thought about it for a second. I didn’t see why it wouldn’t work. All our processes were taped and video-recorded, so it would just need to be vetted and transcribed later, which Alana could oversee.

“I don’t see why not, Alana. It might even save some time, as well as giving you a new perspective on the process. Take off your lab coat and have a seat in the recliner. When Alana took off her coat, it appeared that she had prepared in advance for the experiment, as she was wearing a very tiny pair of panties and a small sports bra. I was impressed with her general condition; she appeared to be in excellent physical shape, with well-defined musculature and somewhat flattened, large wide breasts.

I began to record.

“This will be the audio-visual diary of the Alpha test of the CLAMP-T Prototype. The date is 5 October, 2021, and the local time is 1704 hrs. Test subject is Dr. Alana McKenzie, my partner and second in charge of the CLAMP Project. She is a Caucasian female of twenty six years, three months fourteen days of age. She is light complected, with red hair and green eyes, stands five feet, two inches and weighs (I paused the tape and asked her what she weighed, then converted it in my head) 43.713 kilograms. I am installing the CLAMP-T around her neck, with the electronic package centered on her spinal processes at roughly C2-3. the exact location would be far more important if this were the implantable version, but will suffice for this test.

I will engage the self diagnosing aspect of the program, which will identify all neural pathways which can be controlled, meaning voluntary systems primarily. The subject will note that as the test proceeds, she will experience various sensations throughout her body, including, but not limited to numbness, partial to total paralysis, blindness, deafness, difficulty or cessation of breathing and/or swallowing. These symptoms will be brief, and non-life-threatening. Does the subject acknowledge these instructions and give verbal approval?”

Alana nodded soberly and said, “I acknowledge and accept these instructions and wish to proceed with the test.”

I engaged the laptop computer and identified the Bluetooth frequency on the collar. The learning cycle started at Alana’s eyes, and I watched, fascinated, as they stopped tracking together, one wandering off to the left and the other rolled down, gazing into her lap. In a few seconds, they snapped into synch, and she looked at me and smiled. “That was intuhuhh.” Her jaw dropped, and her tongue lolled as the system paralyzed her mouth and jaw. In a moment, she was able to talk. “As I was going to say, that was interesting.” Her head suddenly dropped to her chest as her neck was processed. When she was able to raise her head again, she was smiling even more. She lifted her arms to shoulder height, and shortly her left arm fell to her side, then rose. Her right arm followed in a few seconds.

“I am feeling a narrow band of numbness, followed by obvious paralysis travelling down my chest. One section will go numb, then become paralyzed, then become mobile and regain feeling.” Her hands rose to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She looked at me and said, “No feeling here, not pressure or temperature, or tactile. Getting hard to br… to breathe. Wow. My lungs just turned off, oops.” anadolu yakası escort bayan She fell forward slowly, as her trunk muscles went away and then returned.

“My hips are numb, and I cannot lift my legs, although I can wiggle my toes, so the zone paralysis is verified Owen. Great job! Sensation is coming back into my hips and leaving further down. I can’t move my legs or toes, but…”

“But what, Alana?”

“But I think I peed myself, partner.”

“Oh. As soon as the test concludes, I will get you a towel to clean up with.”

“No problem.”

The computer’s traveling green band reached the end of its cell and turned off. The screen displayed the message, ‘Task Completed’ and showed a virtual map of Alana’s body, along with digital codes that referenced her nervous system. I turned off the recording equipment.

“Okay, you’re programmed. We can continue tomorrow. Now let me get you a towel and some wipes. Do you have any other panties?”

“No, but I usually go commando anyway.”

“I don’t understand the term, Alana.”

“I don’t usually wear panties, Owen I just brought these so you wouldn’t freak out on me.”

“Hmm. I wonder how that term came into use for…you don’t usually wear panties?”

“The towel, Owen?”

“OH. Sorry, I’ll be right back.” I rushed to the lounge and got one of the white hand towels off the stack, along with a package of wet wipes. As I hurried along, the image of Alana without panties scrolled through my mind, and I was surprised to find myself hiding an erection as I returned to the lab.

Alana raised her hips up and slid the towel under her butt, soaking up most of the small puddle of urine. She slid off the chair and bent over, sliding her wet panties down her legs and off. Her butt was wonderful, rounded and pale and…

“Like what you see?” she had turned around and now faced me, hands on her rounded, lush hips. She had no pubic hair… “Owen, are you alright?”

“Umm, yes, fine. I apologize for staring, umm you are just, umm very, well…”

“You’re babbling, Owen.” She said with a grin.

“Yes, I think that this certainly qualifies as babbling. Yes, I think it does. It would appear that my thought processes have been totally disabled by the sight of your…still babbling. Shutting up now, Dr. McKenzie.” She was laughing out loud now.

“I’m impressed,” She said quietly.

“By what, my ability to discourse for apparently several hours without saying anything of the slightest consequence, as demonstrated so aptly in the past few lifetimes since your test concluded?” I said with a grimace.

“You know my birthday.”

“I’m hardly sure that my awareness of a particular point on the Julian calendar is worthy of the admiration of a woman of your impressive intellect.”

“You’re the first person since I turned 15 who remembered my birthday, Owen. That is far from inconsequential in my opinion. If I didn’t know better, I would think that you may actually like me.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, and decided that I would tell her the absolute, unbiased truth.. “My God, Alana! If you only knew. I perish in agony every time I see you walk out the door. I find myself lurking like a schoolboy down the hall from the entrance door until you arrive in the morning, wondering if this is all a dream! I, Dr. Owen Grey, the wunderkind of Stanford and MIT; possessor of ultimate logic and seer into the depths of the universe, am laid helpless at the feet of a goddess of unimaginable intelligence and a face unrivalled by Helen of Troy. A body to make Michelangelo in heaven weep with the agony that he was not alive to sculpt it. I stand humbled by your grasp of things animate and inanimate, and you say that I may like you!”

“I was teasing, Owen!”

“Oh well that makes it all better then! Not only do you misread the agony of my heart, you choose to mock it as well! You…mmmmph!”

She had leapt forward and, taking my head in her tiny hands, she kissed me! Her leg wrapped around mine and she pulled me so close to her that I feared that our molecules may actually intermingle. In point of fact, many billions of molecules were, indeed, intermingling in our mouths as her tongue lunged and fenced with mine.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

“Does that help assuage your broken spirit?” She said with a dimpled grin.

“Was that a good kiss?” I asked meekly.

“What do you mean, was that a good kiss? What kind of a question is that, Owen?!” Her eyes flashed in anger.

“It was a genuinely earnest question, Alana. I have no empirical data with which to make a comparison.”

“What are you saying, Owen? That you don’t know whether that was a good kiss, or not?”

“Don’t misunderstand, Alana. I have seldom if ever enjoyed anything more. I merely state that I have no data to compare the sample with. I have never been kissed before.”

“Get. Out.”

“Very well, Alana. I personally think you are over-reacting, but if you insist, I’ll go.”

“Do not move bayan escort besiktaş a muscle, Dr. Owen Grey.”

“I don’t understand. Did you not just say…?”

“It’s a popular saying, Owen…”

“Well, it seems cruel to…”

“It’s a colloquialism, Owen. Not to be taken literally.”

“Well, now I am confused.”

I found myself in another hug, this one less sexually charged and more, I should say, filled with love. Alana spoke quietly to me, saying that she felt about me as I felt about her, and that we needed to talk. I was quite certain that we had been talking, but apparently there were more subtleties for me to learn about my darling Alana. We sat on the couch in the lounge, and she sat right next to me, pulling my arm around her shoulders, which was remarkably pleasant.

“So, you have never kissed a woman before?”

“On the contrary, I have kissed and been kissed by many women before…my mother, my aunt Donna…”

“No, that’s not what I meant, Owen. A woman for whom you felt a romantic attraction for, then?”

“Well, I do have to admit that my Aunt Donna was quite pretty, and…”

She swatted my thigh, which hurt. “That was a joke, Alana. And no, you were the first.”

“You’ve never been to bed with a woman?”

I processed the question, eliminating the possible answers which were likely to get me another swat on the leg.

“No.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Unless you intend another meaning for the word which is not sexual in nature…yes.”

“Have you ever seen an adult woman naked, in a non-clinical setting?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“Only if it’s you, Alana.”

“Good answer; actually the perfect answer, Owen. Come with me.”

As she walked away, I suddenly became aware that she was still naked from the waist down. She went as far as her office, and I was still looking at her butt. She pulled something out of her closet and I was pleased to find that it was a skirt. A very short skirt. She turned her back to me and stripped her athletic bra off over her head with some difficulty, and suddenly I could plainly see the outsides of her breasts from behind. She put on a silk blouse and buttoned it up, but not all the way. When she turned, the breasts shifted back a forth slowly inside the deep blue silk. Her breasts were enormous! She shook out her hair, and her shirt took on a life of its own, shuddering and bobbing. As I looked, her nipples became rigid, and they added a whole new character to the blouse. Alana stooped to put on some very pretty high heels, and most of her left breast was revealed in the open space above the topmost button. I gawked, unabashed and unashamed.

Alana went into her bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, two more things which got my undivided attention. When she walked out, her breasts danced to the rhythm of her steps, accentuated by the heels on her lovely feet.

I was spellbound. How is it possible that I have worked with this woman for 5 years and not actually looked at her?

“Where are we going, Alana?”

“We are going to my home, where we are going to spend the weekend getting to know every single square centimeter of each other. Is that okay with you?”

“I cannot begin to imagine anything I would like more.” She took my hand and we walked to her car, after a short trip to the lab to retrieve my briefcase. I found that I walked ahead of her a little, just so I could look back a see her as she walked. Finally, as I neared her car, I raced ahead, and when I turned, she had unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her blouse and her breasts swung into view, nipples tall and proud. She beamed a smile at me, and said, “What do you think of the girls?”

“I don’t think I have spent more than ten minutes thinking about breasts in my life, and suddenly they seem to be all I can focus on. Do they have names?”

“This one on the right is slightly larger, and her name is Eowyn. Her sister is Galadriel.”

“Then you may consider me your Gimli.”

“You know the LOTR?” She said in surprise.

“I am the Ubergeek, Alana. I can recite the trilogy, the Hobbit, and to a lesser extent, the Silmarillion from memory. All of it, from memory.”

She sat in her car, breasts still plainly visible in the light though the windshield. I fastened my seatbelt, and Alana drew hers across her body, the shoulder belt pushing her breasts apart and accentuating the pointed shapes.

Everything was slowing down for me. The languid motion of her boobs as she turned the ignition key, the tensing of her pectoral muscles amplified in the fluid motion of her swaying breasts. I could plainly see the pulse in the skin of her neck as she checked the mirrors for other vehicles and then smiled at me. As she drove out of the parking lot, the awareness that she was nude from the waist up to please me, to excite me, was an absolutely singular event in my life.

I had never in my life felt so concerned about the humanity of an individual. My life was numbers, action and reaction, plus and minus. Up until this moment, the people who surrounded me in my daily existence were considered tools, instruments to accomplish the tasks I required of them to ensure that my thoughts and processes were carried out in an acceptable manner. I had never actually cared about how my actions or comments affected them, changed their lives.

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Carmen’s Panties

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“What do you mean you told her?”

My wife looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Of course I told her,” she said. “We talk about everything.”

“Be that as it may, you didn’t need to tell her I had a thing for panties!”

“Now don’t go saying it like that,” she scolded mildly. “It’s not like I told her your into wearing women’s underwear, just that you had a, uh, special appreciation for women’s undergarments.”

I looked at Theresa, my shock starting to fade. I guess I should have expected it. Just as my friends and I compared what got our wives off, I should know that Theresa would tell Carmen what quirks I had. No secrets between sisters, I guess. Still, I didn’t need the extra awkwardness around Carmen. I already had a hard enough time keeping myself from staring at her figure, now I had to deal with her knowledge of my intimate details.

“Look, Jason,” Theresa said softly, “This really doesn’t change anything. Carmen knows about your fetish, big deal. So I can tell you that she loves the taste of cum. See, it doesn’t matter. Tit for tat.” With that she opened the door, heading downstairs to join the rest of her family.

Most of the time, I could avoid Carmen with no problem. But this weekend would be different. A family vacation in a three bedroom beach house. Three bedrooms. Theresa and I in one, her parents in another, Carmen in the third, adjacent to ours. Nice and cozy. Right.

I followed Theresa downstairs, and headed to the living room to read the paper. The first thing I saw upon entering the room was Carmen. Or, more correctly, Carmen’s gorgeous ass. Bent down, scrounging through a desk drawer for something, her black thong peeking beyond the denim skirt that so beautifully framed her tight backside. “Lose something?” I asked.

She whirled around, her eyes wide. “Jason, you scared me!” she exclaimed as my eyes flicked down to her low cut top. I took in every inch of her exposed flesh, the C cup mounds half free. As my eyes again met hers, I realized she had been looking at escort bayan topkapı my face the whole time. She gave me a small grin, and sat down on the loveseat facing the window. Feeling flush, I found the paper in the chair opposite Carmen. I picked it up and settled, sighing, into the seat. As I read, I found myself distracted by constant movement across the room. Peering over the top of the paper, I realized that Carmen was crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly. Trying not to get caught, I kept glancing up, hoping to sneak a peek. I mindlessly turned the pages, no longer reading the words, hoping to get a glimpse of her satin panties. As I turned to the final page of the sports section, she finally moved again. As if in slow motion, her left thigh rose off her right, and moved away to the left. For a split second, her legs were a few inches apart, and as her other toned thigh moved to take its place atop its partner, I could see, quite clearly, the black fabric of her panties. As I watched her tan legs come together again, I looked up, folding the sports section again. My eyes caught hers, and in her green eyes, I saw one word.

Busted.

Oh crap, I thought to myself. She saw me, she knows about the panties, she knows what I was looking at, she thinks I’m a pervert, she’s going to tell Theresa, she’s…getting up. She didn’t say anything. What is she doing?

I watched her take a few steps into the hall and turn abruptly, heading through the bathroom door. My breathing returned to normal, and I picked up the next section of newspaper. Maybe she hadn’t noticed me looking. Maybe I imagined the whole thing. My semi erection began to subside as I delved into the financial pages, deciphering the market results. I was so deep into the futures market, I actually didn’t notice when Carmen returned a few minutes later. I probably wouldn’t have noticed at all, actually, if I hadn’t heard her complain loudly to herself about her pen that wouldn’t work. She crossed again to the desk, bending down to escort bayan kadıköy the bottom drawer to retrieve a new writing utensil. Not finding one, she squatted down, letting the waistband of her skirt ride lower. I glanced over. Even having almost been caught is not enough to keep me from trying to catch another whale tail. But instead, I saw only ass. Not a bad thing, but I saw no thong. Confused, I returned to my paper before she got back up.

But it gnawed at the edge of my consciousness. Underwear didn’t just disappear. She must have taken it off in the bathroom. But why? I finally gave up on the paper, resigning myself to the thoughts dancing before me. I finally decided I had to check the bathroom. As I got up, Carmen again uncrossed and crossed her legs, and this time, there was no mistaking it. No black, just skin. I didn’t get a clear view, but enough to give me what I needed.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I looked around. Being only the second time I had used this bathroom, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Then my eyes fell on a corner laundry hamper. I moved to it without realizing it, my hand moving to open the lid without being told. And there, laid perfectly atop the pile of towels, was a pair of underwear. Black. Thong. Women’s. Underwear. I reached for them, hands slightly shaking. As I picked them up, I guess part of me was reveling in the fact that these were my sister-in-law’s panties. But most of me was focusing on the fact that I was in fact holding panties that had, until recent moments, had been worn on a female body. I drew them close to my face, taking a whiff of the exotic yet familiar scent. It wasn’t until I actually touched my face to the fabric that I realized.

They were wet.

I had been caught. I was sure of it now. Not just caught, but set up and trapped by someone that knew my weakness. Blood rushed to my crotch, as the thought of Carmen being so naughty raged through my mind. I unconsciously unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock, escort bayan fındıkzade licking the soaked crotch of these gorgeous panties. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the forbidden scent, reveling in the softness of the cloth in my hand. As I felt my orgasm approach, I was struck with a naughty thought of my own. I turned the panties inside out and laid them on the laundry again. My balls began to tighten as I adjusted my stance, until finally, my cum shot onto the wet crotch of Carmen’s thong. My knees buckled a little as I covered the pungent fabric with my own contribution, until finally I was spent. After a short moment for recovery, I turned the panties right side out and returned them to their place of honor atop the towels. I then washed up, and returned to my post in the chair with my newspaper. Carmen watched me out of the corner of her eye with contained excitement I could now see.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, she stood and returned to the bathroom, fulfilling my fantasy ending. I again covered my face with the paper, imagining her finding her sperm covered panties, seeing her trap worked to perfection. I heard the door open, and quickly glanced up, watching her glide to her seat, wasting no movement. I thought I caught the look of satisfaction on her face, or maybe victory. But I could still see the excitement, just below the surface. She looked me in the eyes as she sat down, and I actually managed to keep eye contact as she crossed her legs. Then, very deliberately, she looked away from me and uncrossed her legs. As she prepared to cross them again, my eyes stole a glance and did a double take. Black fabric covered her crotch again. My eyes were wide as the moved up to meet hers. She was already looking at me with such intensity, my erection raged to full strength once again. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little, allowing my to see the white cream that covered it. Then, staring intently into my eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed every last drop of my cum. She closed her eyes, shuddering with pleasure as my cock convulsed in my pants. I closed my eyes, sharing my most intense orgasm ever with a partner who sat fully clothed eight feet away. When I opened my eyes, Carmen’s green ones were burning with lust.

I guess I don’t have to worry about the awkwardness.

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Bound For (Her) Glory

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The first thing that attracted me to Janine was her long hair. I know that sounds kind of shallow, but then you’ve never seen her hair. I almost didn’t.

My first glimpse, at a company picnic, was serendipity. I was watching one of those three-legged races. Janine and a girlfriend were running, but not very well. I had barely noticed her until she fell down, when the impact must have knocked her bun loose. As she got up, up with her came a flowing cape of deep brown hair. The wind was strong that day, and blew it all around her. I was suddenly awe struck by her beauty, but somewhat puzzled by the embarrassed look on her face as she quickly gathered up her hair, twisted it up and fastened it to her head. It puzzled me why a woman with such beautiful hair would hide it. I’ve always had a strong attraction to women with beautiful hair — the longer the better. I was too shy to approach her that day, but I knew I had to meet her.

I asked around and learned her name is Janine. Then it dawned on me who she was. She works in the legal department of our large Midwestern corporation, where she’s charge of the paralegals. Janine was always getting her name in the company newsletter for serving on committees, everything from Christmas party planning to a group from legal doing pro bono work for battered women. Sometimes the articles had a small picture of her, an attractive face with a rather severe-looking bun.

I made up excuses to visit her department on the other side of our office campus. I even signed up for a committee she headed to get to know Janine.

Work committees are usually excuses to goof off, but she runs a tight ship. I asked one of her workers if she was always like that. “Janine knows what she wants,” the woman said. “And she doesn’t take bullshit from anyone.” I hoped she would want me, and after a few weeks, I eventually got up the nerve to ask her out on a date. When she agreed to see a movie with me, I couldn’t believe it.

All this time when I’d seen her at the office, Janine always wore her hair up. I hoped she might wear it down on our date. I even wore a short-sleeved polo shirt, hoping I might be able to put my arm around her during the movie, just to feel her hair against my forearm. Even though she dashed my hopes that first evening, we had a great time. The movie was mindlessly funny, and we laughed at many of the same jokes. We talked during a late dinner, mostly about work — not too much about ourselves. I was getting worried she wasn’t interested enough in me, but when I asked if I could take her out again sometime, she said yes.

“When’s good for you?” I asked.

“Ask me next week,” Janine replied.

Now I thought she was putting me off again, but I didn’t say anything.

All the next week I practiced being a good sport when she shot me down. Because of her work with abused women, the last thing I wanted to think was that I was obsessed with her, or wouldn’t leave her alone if she wanted me to.

I stopped by her office with the excuse of talking about committee work. She saw straight through it.

“You’ve got me,” I confessed. “I wanted to ask you out again.”

“You did,” Janine said, without the hint of a question mark in her voice. I felt like I was 13 years old, asking for my first date.

“Yeah. I thought maybe we could see a concert at the bowl. Take a picnic supper.”

“Before I agree, I want to know something,” Janine said. “You must answer truthfully.” I felt like I was being cross-examined.

“I’m always honest.”

“What did you tell people about our date last week?” she said.

Oh, God, I thought, a test.

“Nothing,” I said, hoping this was the right answer.

“And you’re sure?” she asked. I nodded.

“I don’t like people talking about me behind my back. If anything gets back to me that you’ve said, you’ll be sorry. Understood?”

“Don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her.

“I’m a very private person.” Janine seemed to soften, apologizing for being so hard on me. We set a date for Saturday evening for the concert.

There’s something about the light an hour before sunset that can transform an ordinary landscape into a scene worthy of a Sierra Club calendar. In that early evening glow, Janine looked magnificent sitting on the blanket at the bowl before the concert started.

She doesn’t have a Hollywood starlet’s body, but her cotton blouse gave me a better peek at her small yet firm looking breasts. And her slightly tight khakis revealed a nicely rounded bottom usually hidden by the long jackets she favors at work.

And her hair? Still up, but in a more romantic style — kind of a loose bun that moved when she turned her head. A few strands fell loose, catching the light behind her and creating almost a halo effect.

As darkness fell and the concert began, we cleared the dishes and sat closer together, holding hands. After intermission, when several of our neighbors had left, I lightly kissed her cheek, just in front of her left ear. She turned her head şişli escort and our lips met.

We necked for awhile as I held Janine in my arms. I found my hands wandering towards the back of her neck and hairline.

I felt a shiver in her body, and a strengthening in her kisses. My eyes darted around to see if we were alone. Yes. As my hand advanced toward the bun, I felt like a teenager planning the best way to unsnap a cheerleader’s bra.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a hint of crossness in her voice.

“Nothing,” I replied sheepishly, moving my hands back down her bare neck.

“Really?” she asked. “Are you sure?”

“Well,” I confessed, “I thought maybe you might let your hair down.”

“Why?”

“Just because.”

“Don’t give me that. Tell me, now.”

“I’d love to run my fingers through it.”

“Would you,” she replied, no hint of a question in her voice. Somewhat embarrassed, I didn’t push it. She let it drop, and we didn’t talk about it again for several months. I figured it eventually had to come down sometime, and it would be worth the wait.

Janine and I continued dating, but we never got past cuddling and necking. She always seemed guarded, trying to maintain control.

During my visits to her office I’d noticed a framed print of a bald eagle in flight, and asked if she’d ever seen one in the wild.

“No, but I’d love to.”

“I’ve read that this time of year over by the Mississippi River they gather around open water below the dams. We should go sometime — for a weekend.”

“A weekend?”

“Sure. There’s lots of bed and breakfasts along the river. Then we can–”

“Shh.” Janine put her fingers to my lips. “We’ll see.”

“But–”

“If you’re a good boy.”

I thought I’d show some initiative, and got a B&B directory so we could choose a place. “I’ll take care of the arrangements,” she said when I showed it to her.

When I picked Janine up at her apartment that Saturday morning, I hoped she might show some sign of loosening up, like letting her hair down. It was piled on top again. But we did have a nice ride to the B&B. Our room was terrific, with large bright windows overlooking the Mississippi River. Janine took off her coat and swung herself around one of the four-poster bed’s uprights before falling across the bed with a laugh.

“This could be fun, if you’re a good boy today.” I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I felt like jumping right on her then. Puzzled and intrigued, I thought to myself, “I’m going to be a very good boy.”

We spent the afternoon eagle watching and picture-taking at nearby lock and dam. It was very cold, and I spent a lot of time standing behind her with my arms wrapped around her while watching the eagles fish. In the car, we held hands and kissed to warm up while waiting for the heater to kick on.

After a terrific dinner and wine, we returned to our room and Janine locked the door. We sat on the bed and started kissing, gradually building the intensity.

“I want you, Janine,” I whispered in her ear, breathing in the honey scent of her shampoo.

“I know you do, dear. But that will have to wait. And until then, I’m not sure I trust you to be good. You may have to sleep on the couch.” My heart sank.

“I have been good,” I protested. “What can I do to prove it to you? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Then get ready for bed,” she said. “It’s a good thing I came prepared.” I quickly changed into my pajamas while Janine went into the bathroom.

“Are you ready?” she asked from behind the bathroom door. “Then lie down on the bed and close your eyes. And don’t you dare open them until I tell you to. And don’t move.”

I heard the door open and her feet pad across the floor, and quickly felt something soft around my wrist. I started to pull away, until she said my name in a rising voice. I relaxed, and felt my arm pulled over my head to the bed post.

“You have been a good boy, but this is still the only way I can trust you.” As I remembered her swinging on the four-poster bed earlier that day, Janine did the same to my right wrist and both my ankles.

“Open your eyes,” she said, as I tested my bonds and found them surprisingly well-tied. “Well, what do you think?”

Janine stood a few steps from the bed, wearing blue silk tap pants and a matching top with spaghetti straps. I could see her nipples poking against the fabric. Her hair was up.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said, eying her. She must have sensed, though, my disappointment in seeing her hair still piled on top of her head.

“You haven’t said anything about my hair,” Janine said, almost pouting.

“After that time at the concert when you caught me trying to undo it, I thought I’d better not bring it up,” I said. “What I can see of it, I love.”

“Do you?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Would you like to see some more?”

“I’ve been dying to ever since the company ümraniye bayan escort picnic.”

“What did you see at the company picnic?”

“I saw your hair come down — when you fell during the race.”

“You did? You saw my hair down?” I nodded, a little sheepishly.

“That wouldn’t have anything to do with why you volunteered for that committee, why you asked me out, would it?” She stood up and started pacing at the foot of the bed.

Realizing I might be in trouble, I began scrambling. I figured she was proud of her hair, but didn’t want to be just some fetish object.

“Well, I suppose it got my attention,” I said. “But do you think I’d have gone out with you all this time just because of your hair? Do you think I think that little of you?”

“You never know,” Janine said. “You’d be surprised at what I have to put up with. Men brushing up against you in public, actually grabbing it. Two guys I dated wanted to cut it for me, and one man in an elevator asked if he could shave my head!”

“Janine, believe me. I don’t want to cut your hair. I wouldn’t dream of shaving you head. Is that why I’m tied up? Are you afraid I have a pair of shears hidden in my suitcase? I love you, as you are. I want to be with you, inside you.”

“We’ll see about that. I think you know by now that I like to be in control. I have plans for you, so be good, and don’t mess them up. I’ve suspected for some time that you have more than a passing interest in my hair. I can tell by the way you look at other women.”

“I never look at other women.”

She shot me a cold look. “Don’t you lie to me. You think I don’t notice, but I do. You stare at women with long hair, not short hair.”

“I stare at you,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“And you know I have long hair. I’m trying to decide whether you deserve to see it again.”

I decided begging couldn’t hurt.

“Janine, may I please see your long hair?” I pleaded.

She sat down at the antique dressing table across the room, her back to me, and removed a few hairpins. A long ponytail, starting at the top of her head, fell down past the chair seat.

“It’s so long,” I stammered.

“Just wait,” she said.

“Do you keep it hidden because of the men?” I asked.

“Partly,” she said. “It always gets caught in things. The people in legal are very conservative. People stare and make comments.”

She paused and turned around to look at me with a wicked look in her eyes, “And, for moments like this.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a big hairbrush. “I know this sounds like a cliche, but I brush it 100 strokes every night,” she said, starting to run the brush through her hair.

“I’d be happy to do that for you,” I offered, “if you’ll untie me.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she said. “You’re starting to prove why I needed to restrain you. Besides, I’m doing this for your benefit. Don’t ruin it.”

Keep your mouth shut, I thought to myself, watching eagerly as the brush added loft to the long ponytail. Janine walked over to the bed, sat down beside me, reached up to where the ponytail started, and ran her fingers down to within a few inches of the ends.

Using it like a brush, she reached over to her left shoulder and lightly whisked it down along the spaghetti strap and across her upper chest. I felt her give a little shudder.

“Would you like to feel my hair?”

“What do you think?”

“Don’t get smart with me. Tell me. Do you want to feel my hair?”

“Yes. Please. I want to feel your soft hair against my skin. I’ll die if I don’t have it.”

“That’s better,” Janine said as she reached over and began brushing it back and forth across my face.

“Soft,” Janine said, no question in her voice.

“As silk,” I replied, feeling the strands tickle my nose and lips.

“Just wait,” she instructed, unbuttoning my pajama top and exposing my bare chest.

Janine again gathered her ponytail, this time to about three inches from the ends, and began brushing my nipples until they stiffened. She kept brushing lightly down toward my navel, and popped the snap on my pajama bottoms, exposing my hardening penis.

“I suppose he wants some, too,” Janine said. I nodded my head vigorously.

“We’ll see,” she said, pulling the pajama bottoms toward my bound ankles, briefly untying one to remove one leg. She played with my feet, gently tickling the soles with long brush-strokes, then letting my toes slide through her ponytail before sweeping up my legs and thighs.

I thought I knew what was coming next, but Janine climbed off the bed and removed her silk tap pants, revealing a brown triangle.

“My pussy is feeling neglected,” she announced, climbing back on the bed to straddle my face. Facing the foot of the bed, Janine lowered her soft mound near my lips, then reached down and spread the outer lips with two fingers, exposing a reddish-pink interior.

I lifted my head to reach her, first touching her clitoris with escort bayan nişantaşı the end of my tongue, then straining to raise my head enough to cover her sex with my mouth, gently sucking it and rolling it between my lip-covered teeth.

Janine started to moan slightly, but stopped. “You’ll have to do better,” she said.

“I’m trying, but you’re hard to reach.”

“We can fix that,” Janine said, settling her lovely pussy on my face. At times I could hardly breathe as she squirmed, grinding her clit into my chin while I licked her vagina. Several times I took a deep breath before burying my nose in her hole while sucking and licking the inner lips and clitoris. I lost track of time as her wetness flowed down my face and even trickled into my left ear.

Janine alternated between sitting directly on my face and leaning over on all fours to let me catch my breath. When she did, I could feel her long ponytail draped over my thighs and up my crotch. I moved my hips to feel the sensation.

“You’re supposed to be paying attention to me,” Janine said, snapping her head back and sitting up straight again. “You’ll get that when you earn it.”

I focused in on her clit, making tight clockwise circles with my tongue and moving my head slightly from side to side. She sat harder, pressing my head deep into the pillow, tilting her hips backward and forward. When she tilted her head back I could feel her hair brush across my forehead.

“Oh, yes, yes. Give it to me hard. Keep it going,” she said in a low voice that seemed to come from deep inside her. I managed to take one last deep breath before she planted her clit against my chin and pressed hard for what seemed like forever. Janine began to shake and fell forward, hugging my thighs.

I raised my head a little and flicked my tongue over her clit, sending little after shock waves through her body with each stroke.

“You’ve earned a little rest now,” Janine said, dismounting from my face. “You’ve been very good.” She leaned over and kissed me softly, then began sucking my lower lip into her mouth, followed by my upper lip. The next thing I knew, she was licking her own juices off my face.

When she finished, Janine sat back down at the dressing table and pulled the ponytail holder from the top of her head, spreading a brown curtain across her back. She leaned forward in the chair, flipping her hair in front of her, and began brushing it out again. My cock had lost some of its starch, but quickly stiffened again at the sight.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “You have no idea how much the sight of you with your hair down turns me on. You’re a goddess. You’re Rapunzel!”

“I am,” Janine said. “Imagine what it’s like to be able to feel this hair against your skin any time you like. To wrap yourself in it.”

As she talked, Janine gathered her hair in front of her, using it to massage her breasts and stomach. Then she whirled around, sending it flying behind her like a cape and settling softly all around her body.

Janine walked back over to the bed, bent over and kissed me hard on the mouth.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Your hair.”

“Do you think you deserve it now?”

“Yes. Please! May I please have your soft hair?”

She kissed me again as she gathered her hair and arranged it in a pile just above my head.

“Here it comes, baby,” she whispered, warming my ear with her hot breath.

Janine began trailing kisses down my neck and chest, and her hair began covering my face like a blanket. The smell was intoxicating, the sensation out of this world, and I moaned my approval.

She continued sprinkling dry soft kisses down my body, including my cock and balls and beyond, dragging her brunette mane behind her over my trembling body.

Janine picked up my cock and nuzzled it with the side of head, massaging it gently before she continued the trail of kisses down toward my feet. Every inch of my skin tingled with pleasure beneath her hair.

“Please, Janine, do it again!” I begged.

“I have something better for you,” she said. I couldn’t imagine what that would be, but managed to stammer, “Do anything you want, darling. I’m yours.”

“You are mine,” she said kneeling on the bed next to me. She leaned over, slowly sweeping her hair up and down my body. Using my groin muscles, I lifted my cock to catch the waves of hair flowing over my skin, sometimes getting it caught in a delicate, delicious tangle.

“Oh, Janine,” I cried, “I love this! Please don’t stop.”

She picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until the sensation of her hair against my skin changed from soft caresses to stinging, almost like being whipped. I began to feel a tingling in my hands and feet, moving inward.

“Ow, oh, yes! Ow, oh, more!”

Janine stopped suddenly, flipping her hair backwards so it hung down her back, then pushed the long front strands behind her ears and looked at me.

“Don’t you know that’s hard on my neck?” she asked somewhat angrily, rolling her head slowly from side to side, stretching her neck muscles.

“I’m sorry Janine. I’ve just never felt anything like that before. Please finish me, Janine. I’ll die if you don’t.”

“And how would that be bad?” she said, a smile creeping across her face.

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Sitting inside the Carleton University library, absorbed in her online research, Nova Scotia native Jessica-Lynn Joseph didn’t notice the Black man until it was too late. Moving swiftly, he wrapped his strong arms around her and she yelped in surprise. Clamping his meaty hand over her mouth, he nuzzled her neck. Jessica-Lynn laughed, and playfully smacked Bruno’s arm. The Boston-born African-American stud was a real riot. She loved/hated how he often got the drop on her. Bruno Lancaster laughed. He looked into his girlfriend’s computer, and frowned. For a woman supposedly researching sociology, her computer was stuck on a peculiar website. A sex toy store. Bruno laughed as Jessica-Lynn hastily clicked out of the site.

I was doing research, Jessica-Lynn said sheepishly. Bruno laughed. He looked at her, and shrugged. Why were women hell-bent on hiding the fact that they liked porn? Online researchers proved that one out of four people watching porn on the web was a woman. Women watched hardcore pornography, along with bondage stuff and also the more tame erotica stuff. Growing up in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, Bruno considered himself pretty much liberal. Even though he came from a somewhat conservative background. His father Ernest Lancaster emigrated to the State of Massachusetts from his native island of Jamaica as a young man in the 1980s. He studied Criminal Justice at what would later become Bunker Hill Community College and eventually became a Massachusetts Department of Corrections officer.

As for Bruno Lancaster’s mother, Elisabeth Hilton, she was one hundred percent Boston Irish. Her ancestors moved to the United States from Ireland centuries ago. The six-foot-tall, red-haired and green-eyed Bostonian fell for the intrepid Jamaican immigrant whom she met while teaching at Northeastern University in Boston and they got married. That’s how Bruno Lancaster came into the world, on New Year’s escort şişli Day 1988. Twenty four years later, the six-foot-four, broad-shouldered and well-built, light-skinned, curly haired and hazel-eyed African-American stud was an outstanding academic. He played football for Boston College, where he earned his bachelor’s degree in sociology. Then he opted to study in the prestigious Sprott School of Business at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Bruno fell in love with a certain Canadian gal. Someone who was his polar opposite in just about every way. Bruno Lancaster, the tall and athletic son of a Jamaican-American law enforcement officer and a white female university professor, fell in love with a nerd.

Jessica-Lynn Joseph. Black female nerd. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, slim and fit, with dark brown skin and short, curly Black hair, Jessica-Lynn Joseph was quite lovely. Or would be if she took care of herself. With her thick nerdy glasses and her fascination for every humanitarian cause that came her way, she really lived in her own little world. Jessica-Lynn Joseph, the daughter of a Haitian Catholic father and Black Nova Scotians mother. Raised in a strict Christian household, she was also quite religious. Jessica-Lynn Joseph attended church three times a week on average. Oh, and she also sang in the church choir. How she fell for a hard-drinking, hard-partying, skirt-chasing, man-about-town like Bruno, now that was one for the ages. They say that opposites attract, and in many ways that was absolutely true.

Bruno looked at Jessica-Lynn, the young woman he had fallen in love with. Haitians and Black Nova Scotians lived on opposite sides of the world but they combined to create truly beautiful offspring. He’d seen beautiful women the world over but he had never met anyone with Jessica-Lynn Joseph’s exotic good looks. And he was rather exotic himself, the escort bayan taksim son of a Jamaican man and Irish-American woman. Black and white. Nevertheless, he was mesmerized by her. Not only was she quite beautiful but she didn’t seem to know it. There were many beautiful young women at Carleton University. Ottawa was one of Canada’s most racially diverse towns, after all. Somali women. Ethiopian women. Brazilian women. Eritrean women. Albanian women. Haitian women. Italian women. Kosovo women. South African women. Lebanese women. Saudi women. Egyptian women. Yemeni women. Wow.

Bruno Lancaster smiled as he ran his hand through Jessica-Lynn’s hair. She smiled and continued typing her assignment on the computer. It was astonishing how much he loved this young woman. And it wasn’t just because of her looks either. There was something about her. He’d seen female beauty in so many forms. And yet, he had never seen anything quite like Jessica-Lynn Joseph, the young woman whose beauty riveted his randy eyes. Yeah, Jessica-Lynn Joseph, or K-Joe, as her friends called her, was in a class by herself. He couldn’t think of many women who could show up in class wearing coffee-stained gray sweatshirts, blue shorts and cowboy boots and somehow, um, make it look hot. Well, Jessica-Lynn Joseph did. Time after time. Lots of men and probably quite a few women on campus had a thing for her but she didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy trying to save the world. Sometimes, he felt a bit neglected. Of course, he didn’t tell her any of that. He played the part of the dutiful boyfriend.

Jessica-Lynn noticed Bruno looking at her and grinned. She saved her research, and told him she wanted to go home. Home being her dorm which was ten minutes from the university library on foot. Bruno seemed morose so Jessica-Lynn playfully smacked his ass and told him she had a surprise for him. They walked slowly, hand in kartal escort bayan hand. Once there, Jessica-Lynn sprang on Bruno the surprise of a lifetime. The sexy African-American stud was surprised when his sexy Black Canadian girlfriend laid him down on her bed, and got naked. Well, she’d done that before. However, the strap-on dildo jutting about her hips was, um, something new. Jessica-Lynn smiled wickedly at Bruno and asked him if he liked his surprise. Bruno scratched his head. Um, when she put it like that…

Bruno howled as Jessica-Lynn invaded his tight asshole with her strap-on dildo. The sexy Black Canadian dominatrix bent the hunky African-American stud over and worked her dildo up his ass while stroking his big Black cock. Laughing, Jessica-Lynn smacked Bruno’s ass. The Black man from Boston wasn’t so tough now that he was getting fucked in the ass. Jessica-Lynn enjoyed herself as she sodomized her man. How many times had she dreamed of taking him like this? Too many times to count. She considered herself a three-hole woman. She let him stick his dick in her mouth, pussy and asshole. The least he could do was let her do the same. She fucked his sweet ass and to really top things off, she pressed a special button on her mechanical strap-on dildo, unleashing hot artificial cum deep inside Bruno. The Boston man squealed. The Nova Scotia woman closed her eyes and exulted in her sensual victory. Who’s the motherfucking bitch now?

After this fantastic session of passionate fucking, Jessica-Lynn Joseph and her sexy boyfriend lay in bed together. Bruno held his sweetie in his arms, still amazed that the sweet and tender young Black woman nuzzling against his powerful chest was the same dominatrix who unleashed hell upon him moments ago. Wow. There were so many different sides to just about every woman on the planet. You simply never knew what they might reveal to you any day of the damn week. It certainly made for an interesting if challenging experience, that’s for bloody sure. Still, the Boston guy was thrilled to have found the lady he felt he was meant to be with. A sexy Black goddess descended from the Black Loyalists of Nova Scotia, Canada. Isn’t life grand?

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** Part 1 introduces a lot of the storyline before they make it to the doctor’s office **

“Hey, sleepyhead, you awake?” She woke up to him rubbing her back and whispering in her ear. She yawned and turned over to look at him.

He was already up and dressed, wearing a white button up, navy tie and grey slacks. For a doctor, he liked to dress nicely instead of wearing scrubs. It was his clinic after all, he could do whatever he wanted.

She rubbed her eyes and smiled at him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?” He sat down on the side of the bed.

“Mmm, yes I did. You already off to work?” She cuddled into the blanket thinking about how loving he was last night.

“Yeah, I’m running a bit late – but I’m really looking forward to our appointment today. Can you be there in about an hour?”

She leapt up from her sleeping position. “Shoot! What time is it? I need to call in to tell my work I can’t make it today.” She frantically searched for her phone around her side table.

“Woah woah, it’s okay. I already called in for you. Doctors orders.” He winked at her.

Relief shot through her. “Wow, thank you, babe.” She was so grateful to have someone she could rely on for a change.

He started to put his shoes on. “Alright, I’ve got to get going to take care of a couple of things, but I’ll see you in one hour at my clinic, okay? Oh, and maybe take a bath to relax before heading over. It’ll help with the…de-tensing.” He winked again and headed out the bedroom door.

When she heard the front door shut, she started to get out of bed and get ready for her appointment. The clinic was walking distance so she had plenty of time.

‘What does one wear to physical therapy…for a vagina?” She thought out loud. She walked to her closet to take a look at her wardrobe. She had been to regular physical therapy before to help loosen her tight hips, maybe she should dress how she dressed for that. Cropped hoodie, short athletic shorts, warm socks (because clinics are always so cold). She should probably skip panties, since he’ll make her take them off anyway.

Her heart started racing as that thought crossed her mind. Had she thought through this enough?

She decided not to overthink it and take her bath. She went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She pulled out her epsom salt, and some eucalyptus and frankincense essential oils and dropped a few drops of each into the bath. Then, to top it off, she added a sprinkling of dried rose petals.

After lighting some candles by the rim of the tub, she stripped off her clothes, played her favorite lo-fi hip hop mix and lowered herself into the tub. He was right, her muscles were already loosening up a bit. She laid back and shut her eyes, enjoying the silence of the morning.

After 20 minutes, she got out of the bath, dried off and dressed. She had just enough time to drink a protein shake and head out. She usually worked out early in the mornings but the physical therapy was taking precedence today.

She arrived at the clinic 5 minutes early and didn’t know if she should come in through the lobby or if there was a side entrance he wanted her to come in from. She hadn’t actually visited him at his clinic before, so she didn’t know it well. The front lobby would have to do.

“Hi there, can I help you?” Said a male receptionist when she walked in.

“Hi…um…I have an appointment for 9am, I think.” She started to fidget with her purse a little, not knowing if he had officially put her in his appointment calendar or if she’d have to explain this very personal situation to him.

“Ah, yes. Welcome to our clinic. I’ll let him know you’re here.” He seemed to understand and walked through the doors to the treatment area.

After a few minutes of waiting awkwardly, she saw her boyfriend’s head pop out from behind a door. He had put on a white lab coat over the outfit she had seen him in that morning. “Hey, you. Come on back.” He had a clipboard and everything. She smiled and walked over to follow him through the door.

As they were walking to their treatment room, he said “Wow, you look great. So relaxed.” He rubbed her back as he said this, making her feel more comfortable.

“The bath helped.” She said, smiling. She was grateful to him for making small talk because she was feeling really out of place.

“Alright we’re here. Take a seat on the patient bed for me.” He said, as he shut the door behind him and locked it. Then, he pulled over a roller stool and rolled over to where she was sitting.

He searched her face. “What are you feeling right now?” His hand moved to her knee and it felt nice and warm compared to the clinical environment around them.

She kind of blurted out her feelings in her uncomfortable state. “I really don’t want your employees to know what we’re doing. Do they know you have an appointment with your girlfriend? I can just imagine what they’re thinking right now.”

He had a look of understanding on his face. “They don’t şişli escort have to know what we’re doing if you don’t want them to. I can keep the paperwork private. But they do know that you’re my girl. I can’t keep that a secret. And as far as what they’re saying…well, I’m the boss, so I’d like to see them try and say something.” She hadn’t seen him assert his dominance like that before. It was kind of sexy. She looked down, getting embarrassed about being turned on in a doctor’s office.

“Now, are you ready to start? I want to make sure we make full use of this time.” He returned to the gentle voice that she’s used to. He walked over to an arrangement of tools and gadgets and pillows aligned on a counter.

“I think so…what is all this stuff?” She started to get flashbacks of metal clamps being inserted inside her and tensed up.

“These are all the things I wished I had last night to help you.” He picked up a wedge-shaped pillow and brought it over to her.

“Now, lay down for me and let’s put this wedge pillow underneath your lower back. It’ll help change the angle and take the pressure off of your entrance. I was beating myself up last night for not having one for you.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” She brushed his worry aside, a reflex she has when there’s too much attention being put on her.

“No, it’s not, baby. It’s not okay. I want to be able to take care of your needs. But don’t worry, now that I’m starting to get more acquainted with your body… I’ll make sure to be well-equipped.” He winked at her and gracefully laid a kiss on her cheek before she had even had a chance to process what he just said.

“Okay, I’ve turned up the temperature in this room so you won’t get as cold but it’ll take a little bit to warm up. Would you still be okay with getting undressed now?”

“Sure. Should I take everything off or just my shorts?”

“I think everything would be best. But leave your socks on. I don’t want you getting too cold.” He said with a slight twinkle in his eye. She blushed.

As she was undressing and getting back on the table, he went back to the counter to grab a few other items. He walked back with what looked like a slim dildo the width of a thin pipe cleaner and a bottle of lube.

“What is that?” She asked him, eyeing the slim dildo.

“It’s the smallest size insertable that can be made. I thought we’d start here so I can get an idea of just how tight you are.” He explained, while applying a liberal amount of lube to it.

“Okay, spread those pretty little legs for me, sweetie. Let’s get you nice and relaxed.” He put the dildo aside and pulled some warm oil from his white lab coat pocket. He put some on his hands and began to massage her inner thighs, knees, and calves. It felt really good. The room was beginning to warm up and she was starting to feel really relaxed.

“Mmm, you look like you’re enjoying this.” He said, smiling.. He was beginning to massage closer to her outer lips.

“I am. Your hands feel really good right now.” She said in a tranquil voice.

“Good. I’m going to start soon. Don’t forget to take breaths like we practiced last night okay?” He grabbed the dildo and leaned against the patient bed so that he could get a better angle for insertion.

Her body was already starting to tense up with the idea that he was getting closer to putting something inside of her.

She felt his fingers rub her clit and the entrance of her pussy, probably getting acquainted with where everything was located. He must’ve applied lube because it felt extra slippery.

“Fuck me, baby. You are so fucking wet right now.” He said, continuing to rub circles around her delicate spots.

She began to blush, realizing her body had reacted to him asserting his dominance in the doctor’s office in their earlier conversation.

He chuckled and got close to her ear. “Does it turn you on being a patient in my clinic?” He gave her a kiss on the neck.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Her nipples were hardening at this naughty scene she was in. The thought of where she was and what she was doing was hard to wrap her mind around and she was feeling fuzzy, similar to how she felt when she’s had a couple of drinks…

He leaned into her, putting his face against her ear. “No…don’t apologize. I’m going to make you feel so…so good, beautiful.” She felt the touch of silicone near her entrance and knew that he was trying to insert the dildo. She began to take deep breaths in preparation.

“That’s it baby. Deep breaths, that’s my girl.” She loved when he whispered in her ear with his deep vibrato. It sent shivers down her spine.

She felt the dildo going in, and it didn’t seem to hurt at all but it also didn’t feel like much. Her body was not tensing up, but maybe this size was too small. He realized this, too. He took the dildo out and put it aside.

“I think your body can easily handle this size, which is great news. But unfortunately, I don’t have an insert in the next size up yet and I don’t think taksim escort you’re ready for the other sizes I have…” He trailed off, thinking deeply about what to do next.

She waited, feeling a little sad that they may have to cut their appointment short if he didn’t have the tools he needed.

“Would you…sorry, this is completely unprofessional and I wouldn’t normally do this, but, would you be open to me using my fingers to try some things on you? Now that I know you can take that size, I think my hands are a good size up.”

She didn’t know why her face was flaming red. I mean, it’s her boyfriend asking her this, not a random doctor, but for some reason, the doctor’s office environment made this whole situation feel very naughty. But if using his fingers would keep them continuing down this path, then she was open.

She smiled up at him. “Yes, let’s try it.” She kept her legs spread, indicating that she was ready when he was.

“Mmm, this’ll be fun.” He said, chuckling, getting closer to her and leaning his body in so that he could get a better angle with his hands.

He slid his hands to her mound and kissed her neck, suckling on her soft skin and leaving a slight pink mark. “Just relax your body for me, I’m going to take such good care of you.” He whispered as he lightly touched her entrance, drawing small circles around her inner lips to spread her wetness around.

The sensation was overwhelming. She started taking deep breaths to stay relaxed, knowing how tight she would be.

“That’s it, stay here in this place with me and let me love you,” he whispered.

He continued making gentle circles and then started to slowly enter his index finger into her tight little hole. She let out a muted whimper of fear as he was entering. She could feel herself tensing. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll go…slow.” As he said that, the tip of his finger entered into her. She started to feel very warm, tingly and full.

“Oh..fuck..it’s in.” She said, shocked by this fact. He was actually able to get some of his finger inside of her…and it felt good.

“Yeah it is, I’m going to keep going, okay?” His movement was a little quicker this time and he slid in almost halfway with his finger. She let out a gasp but remembered to relax and breath again.

“Mmm, that went in pretty easily, princess.” He chuckled. “How do you like it?” He asked as he started to move in and out slightly, pushing up when he got all the way in.

She let out a sudden moan and her nipples turned rock hard; goosebumps began to form all along her arms. “W-what are you doing to me?”

“Oh, that?” He pushed up again,, making sure to graze along the top part of her pussy. “That’s your g-spot.” He smiled a sly smile as he began to thrust with his finger.

“F-fuck, it’s insane. Keep going…please don’t stop…I’ve never felt like this before.” It was getting harder to maintain her breathing but it was sure getting easier to forget her previous trauma with sex.

He smiled and chuckled. “Oh baby, don’t worry, I’ve got all day with you.” He brought his second hand to her clit and lightly rubbed it while increasing the speed of his finger inside her. “I’m going to help you get everything you want inside this tight little pussy.” She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he moved. His words and the deep vibrato of his voice were intoxicating. Then, he began to slow down again.

“But first, I’m going to go nice and slow…small strokes…right.on.your.g-spot…” With every word, he thrusted in, then out, making her go crazy. She felt so safe in his arms. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. She was all in and she wanted him to know.

“C-can you suck on my nipples?” She asked timidly, not knowing if he wanted to do something like that.

He looked up at her expectantly. “Really? Are you ready for that?” He smiled and waited for her to think it over.

“Yeah, please. I want to feel your lips on my hard nipples.” She knew he would be gentle without her having to ask, given his previous actions.

“Then I’d love to, sweetheart.” He moved the hand that was caressing her clit to her right breast and massaged it while looking into her eyes. He then removed the finger that was inside her and licked the juices off. “Fuck you taste good. I need two hands for this.” He winked at her and began to massage the other breast, too. This went on for about a minute.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait to suck on these…delicious looking nipples.” He said tenderly. The waiting was killing her, she wanted him to ravage her.

“Please do it. I can’t wait any more.” She pulled his head onto her breast. He laughed gently and let out an aroused groan. He was enjoying how much she was enjoying this. He started massaging and flicking the nipple of the breast he wasn’t licking.

The way his tongue touched her nipple, she couldn’t control herself. She let out a loud moan. He stopped licking and put one hand on her mouth.

“Shh baby. We don’t want çapa escort anyone coming in here. I’m not even close to being done with you.” He kept his hand on her mouth and went back to what he was doing. Lick by lick on her nipple, her pussy was getting more and more soaked.

It was as if he could tell how wet she was getting because he looked up at her from all the sucking and asked “Would it be okay if I went down on you for a bit? I’m feeling a bit hungry.” His hands massaging her breasts felt so good that she was feeling a little delirious and the next thing she knew, she agreed.

Smiling, he got onto the patient bed and removed the wedge pillow from underneath her. Then, he leaned on top of her, giving her a soul-sucking kiss before trailing kisses down her body to her secret spot.

She could feel his warm breath on her pussy lips as his mouth got closer. He put his hands underneath her, gently grasping her ass cheeks to make sure she stayed still. His tongue reached her inner lips and he lapped gently at her entrance, taking in her juices. “Mmm you taste so good.” Her clit was throbbing even more in anticipation. She was trying so hard not to moan loudly.

He looked up to see if she was enjoying it. “That’s my girl. You’re doing such a good job staying quiet for me. I’m going to lick every inch of your sweet little pussy.” He went back to work, this time moving to her clit. His tongue was so warm and soft and knew just how delicately to lick. The circular motion mixed with his deep moaning was driving her insane. She accidentally let out a squeak. Understanding how difficult it was for her to keep quiet, he moved one of his hands to her belly and gently rubbed it, making her clitoral stimulation less intense and more like a massage. It was so sexy how knowledgeable he was about the pleasures of the female body.

As he continued his relentless licking and sucking, she felt herself reaching an orgasm. Her body was warming up and her breathing was becoming more shallow.

“Ooh, baby, was that a quiver? Do you need some release?” He slowed down his licking but continued the circular motion on her clit that was driving her insane.

“Fuck, I’m getting so close. I don’t think I can be quiet anymore. I want to cum on your tongue.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, baby girl.” He stopped licking for a second and handed her a small pillow from under the patient bed. “Put this over your mouth for me while I take you over the edge.”

He moved back down to her pussy and started licking in delicate circles. This time, he licked her entrance and rubbed circles on her clit with his index finger. His rough, strong hand was just the right pressure.

“Ooh, my.god…I-I’m…c-cumming.” She moaned loudly. Her back arched, she pushed his head down into her. He held her tightly and made sure he could keep his mouth on her as she squirmed and her hips bucked. Her toes curled; she couldn’t think about anything but what she wanted to do to him.

“Mmmm, I can taste your cum, baby girl. You taste so sweet.” He said as he lapped up her wetness. “Did you like that, sweetie?” He asked, massaging her breasts and resting his head on her pelvis.

“Babe, I need to feel you inside me.” She didn’t know what was coming over her but she knew all of a sudden that there was an ache inside her that could only be filled by him.

He looked up and smiled. “I’d like nothing more…But, I need to make sure you can take me first.” He got into the big spoon position and his body warmth was a welcome feeling to the chilled room surrounding them. He spread her legs so that one was hanging behind his hip and he had access to her clit. He rubbed it a little and then started playing with her entrance. He used her wetness to lubricate his finger and started to kiss her neck.

As he continued these motions, he began to insert his middle finger inside. To her surprise, there was no pain as he entered, just a tight feeling.

“Oh wow, it’s going in so easily,” she said out loud. She closed her eyes to try and enjoy this moment.

“That’s right, baby. Looks to me like you just needed the right person to give you what you need,” he said. She turned her face towards him and he leaned to kiss her passionately on the lips.

He increased his speed as he inserted his full finger inside and made sure to graze her g-spot again. In and out, relentless motions, making her lose her senses and just focus on her pleasure. She was gripping his thigh, trying to hold back her loud moans as he finger-fucked her like never before.

“I can’t take it anymore.” She barely got the words out when she felt a rush of wetness coming out of her pussy. The warmth of her arousal was at an all-time high. She had no idea what this was but she wanted him to finger her harder – to drill her pussy like a jackhammer.

“Oh fuck yes, baby. Squirt against my hand. You like when I put this fat finger up your tight, wet little pussy?” His arm muscles were flexed while he kept the momentum going. This only turned her on more.

“Yes, babe. Please don’t stop.” Her squealing and moaning was even surprising her. She didn’t know she had that in her. She felt like she was losing her mind. He kept drilling her pussy with his finger, hooking up to stroke against her g-spot until she squirted again.

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A hot blonde is taking a big cock in her wet pussy. On my computer screen, a hot porn is playing. The girl is being fucked hard in the doggy position, the man’s massive cock is making her scream in immense pleasure.

“OH YEAH FUCK THIS PUSSY!” She comically screams.

The man pulls out of the woman and she lies on her back. The man lifts her legs in the air and slams his fuck inside her pussy. The girl moans unrealistically as she takes all 7 inches inside her hungry pussy.

I lay perfectly nude on my bed with my laptop next to me. As I watch this hot display on my computer, I thrust my cock in and out of my fist. From my balls to my tip, my hand rubs, and brings me closer to cumming. I stare at the girl and can only imagine covering her tits with my cum.

In the video, the guy thrusts his cock until it’s balls deep inside the girls pussy. His cock pulses and cums inside the girl. He pulls his cock out and his warm cum drips out of her satisfied pussy. The girl moans one last time before the video ends.

Right as the video ends, my cock can’t handle all the pleasure anymore. I give it one last stroke and my cum shoots up and lands on my stomach. a little bit of cum even drips down my cock.

Once it’s over I am filled with a deep sadness. I figure this is as good as it got because I would never have sex. I would especially never get to be with my crush, Liz.

I’ve lived next door to Liz since 8th grade. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I first saw her. It’s been years and I can’t shake how I feel about her. Me and her used to be close but after a while we kind of drifted apart. Now that we’re both adults, hopes of being with her are pretty low.

Liz is Mixed race, with curly brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She often wears large round glasses that just makes her look cuter. She is about 5″5 and a just a little chubby. She usually wears baggy hoodies and T shirts with movie posters on them.

As for me, my name is Matt. I have shaggy brown hair and green eyes. i’m exactly 6 feet tall and i’m more on the skinny side. I’m usually wearing flannel shirts and jeans if i’m going out.

As of late I’ve felt kind of like I’ve been falling behind everyone else. I’m 18 years old and I’m still a virgin, most of my friends have lost their virginity. I know it sounds kind of whiny, I’m just kind of worried it’ll never happen. I’ve never had my first kiss so needless to say I was feeling kind of pathetic.

I was never very good with girls. I’m always to nervous to talk to most of them. I have a few female friends but that’s only cause I’m not romantically pursuing them. At this time I’d kind of just accepted I wasn’t boyfriend materiel.

I was hanging out with my friend, Terry one day and we began talking about her and her and her latest boy toy. She told me about she’d been having regular sex with him, and all the stuff they had done together. They’d done all kinds of positions, anal, and even a threesome. It kind of made me feel bad about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Terry but it made me feel that much worse about my own sex life or lack there of.

I’m home alone watching The Graduate when the doorbell rings. I go downstairs and open the door and to my surprise it’s Liz. She’s wearing a baggy “Night Of The Living Dead” shirt and tight black yoga pants.

“Liz, What are you doing here?” I say confused.

“What, do you not want me here?” She replies with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

“What, no of course not, I-“

“I’m just teasing you Matt.” Liz mecidiyeköy escort chuckled.

Her laugh was so adorable, I’ve always loved her smile too. She hold her elbow with her hand in a cute pose and asks,

“Hey I was wondering if you’d wanna come over tonight, hang out like we used to. My parents are out of town so we can pretty much do whatever.” She said with a more coy tone. “I’m feeling kind of nostalgic, I wanna hang out like we used to.”

I can’t believe my ears, Liz wants to hang out again. Her words had given me goosebumps and sent my heart racing. It’s gonna be fun, I figure we’ll watch a movie and finally reconnect.

So I get a shower and put on some nice clothes and go over to her house. When I get there she is still wearing the same clothes she had on this morning. Strangely enough she is wearing a little makeup this time.

We go up to her room and sit on her bed. She turns on her PS4 and pulls up Netflix. we get about halfway through the movie when she turns to me and asks,

“Matt, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Can’t say that I do.” I say begrudgingly.

“Oh, do you have a boyfriend?” She teases.

“Now hang on.” I says in a panic.

“I’m just teasing you.” She says with a sexy coy tone.

“I just assumed a good looking guy like you would be dating someone.”

Me, good looking? Her comment catches me by surprise, Liz thinks I’m good looking!? I didn’t think anyone found me good looking, I’m not sure what to feel.

“Trust me you’re the good looking one.”

I regret saying those words as soon as they escaped my lips. I’m kicking myself inside, why did I say something so stupid?

“You think I’m good looking?” She asked

“Well of course, I mean not to sound creepy or anything.”

“It’s not creepy, I’m honestly flattered.”

“Really, usually girls don’t like it when I compliment them.”

“Do I look like other girls to you.”

“No, you look better.”

“Oh my god that’s so cheesy, I love it.”

For the first time in a long time, Me and Liz were connecting. We were laughing and teasing each other. Every now and again she would say something kind of flirty but i just chalked it up to my imagination.

The entire feeling of the night changes as soon as she asks me,

“Are you still a virgin?”

I hate having to tell her this, it’s what I’m most insecure about. Though I’m not about to lie to her.

“Yeah… I know it’s kind of pathetic.”

“No Matt, it’s not.”

“Really, I always thought I was weird for being a virgin, I’ve never even kissed a girl.”

I wasn’t exactly sure why I was opening up to her, I guess she just made me feel more comfortable.

“Matt It’s okay, I was like you when I was a virgin, I wish I’d had someone to show me the ropes so to speak.”

Without warning, Liz placed her soft hand on my inner thigh. My heart damn near jumped out of my chest, My dick grew hard almost instantly.

“Matt, do you wanna fuck me?” Her voice changed from coy to seductive.

I was so caught up in the moment, all I could do nod was in approval. She smiles and immediately goes in for a kiss. It’s deep, and our tongues wrestled for control over the other. This is my first kiss and it’s nothing short of amazing.

Our lips parted and for a few blissful seconds our eyes locked. Staring into her perfect blue eyes bathed the moment in intimacy. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

Without breaking eye contact, beşiktaş escort Liz slowly begins lifting up her shirt to reveal her mouth watering double D tits. She removes her shirt and throws it to the floor, seductively smiling at me. She takes off her glasses and places them on her nightstand. I barely notice as I can’t take my eyes off of her gorgeous tits.

“Oh you want to see these?” She asks me while massaging her own tits through her bra.

She takes my continued stare and heavy breathing as a yes and slowly undoes her bra. It fell onto the bed and her tits are not only visible but within arms reach. She grabs my hands with her own. Her soft skin sends shivers through my arms. She moves my hands onto her large tits. I’ve never felt tits before, and now that I have I never wanna let go. They felt so plump and juicy, Liz seems to be enjoying this almost as much as I am.

I go in for another kiss, this one shorter than the last. I begin making my way down, kissing down her neck before making it to her gorgeous breasts. I lick around her nipple and she softly moans. While I do this I trace my hand down her stomach, into her pants, before making it just above her shaved pussy.

She pushes me on to my back and says,

“Lose the clothes handsome.”

Her voice speeds up my heart with every word. it’s like she has direct control over my heart beat.

“Here, let me.” She says reaching for my shirt.

She lifts up my shirt and kisses my nipple with her soft lips. She lifts up her head and unbuckles my pants. She pulls off my pants and underwear making me completely naked.

She licks her lips once she’s sees my fully erect cock. She puts her soft hand on my cock sending pure bliss throughout my entire body. After planting one deep kiss upon my lips she kisses down my entire body. She kisses my hard cock which sends my body to heaven and back. She licks up the shaft, then puts the head of my dick in her mouth. Her tongue wraps around my cock, making it grow harder then I knew it could. she begins to take it slowly deep her in her mouth and I let out a moan. She begins sucking on my hard cock more and more aggressively. I grab the sheets and begin shaking with pleasure.

“OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM!” I shout.

She releases my dick from her mouth just before I cum. I begin panting, I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. She gets off the bed and begins taking off her yoga pants and panties.

“You taste so good baby.” She says practically moaning.

Her words almost make me cum on their own. With her pants and panties off, she stands before me completely naked in all her glory. She turns around to show me her thick ass.

“How do I look baby?” She says while slapping her ass.

She summons me with just her finger and I approach her quickly. We both passionately kiss, and our hands explore each other’s bodies. My hands grab her ass and she softly moans into my mouth. I slap her ass and she squeals into my math, gripping my skin tighter.

She breaks off our kiss and lays on the bed. She parts her thick thighs and seductively tells me,

“Baby I want you to come here and eat this pussy.”

With no hesitation I lie on my stomach in front of her. I run my tongue over her pussy over and over.

“Mmm yes baby!” She moans.

I continue to eat her out, trying to replicate the same bliss she gave me. I continued to eat her delicious pussy for 10 more minutes. Finally she begins to shake and moan,

“OH YES BABY, THAT FEELS fındıkzade escort SO FUCKING GOOD!”

As I ate her beautiful pussy and made her cum, I could taste her in my mouth, and it was so amazing.

“Come here baby, I wanna taste my fucking cum on your lips.” She moans to me.

I get up and we more aggressively kiss. Her tongue moves over mine, It’s obvious how much she enjoys this.

we reposition, I get on top of her and she spreads her legs under me.

“Now, time to take your virginity baby, you ready?” She eagerly asks.

“Fuck yes!” I respond passionately.

I thrust my cock inside her, The feeling is new and unfamiliar but welcome and blissful. I put all my effort into my thrusts, my hard cock going aggressively in and out of her hungry pussy. At first my cock only goes halfway in before I pull out, but now I go balls deep inside her, and she loves it. She digs her nails into my back, and her legs tightly wrap around mine.

I move my hands to the bed post and her hands meet mine. Our fingers lock, and we squeeze each others hands. Her soft skin causes a blissful shiver to race through my nerves. With each thrust of my cock her hand grips mine even tighter.

After one last thrust, Liz flips us over to the point where she’s now on top. She kisses me passionately as we readjust to the new position.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love this position.” She says excitedly.

She grabs my cock with her soft hand and aims into her hungry pussy. It goes in and my cock is in heaven. We both moan in unison, and our blood ignites. She begins riding me slowly, my cock slowly leaving her pussy then pushed back in.

With my hands I grab her tits and begin teasing her nipples. She moans more, and I move my hands to her ass. I squeeze her ass cheeks and she moans even harder. I trace my finger over her asshole, expecting her to tell me to stop, But she doesn’t. I continue to tease her asshole and she eventually moans,

“JUST PUT IT IN!”

With that I jam my middle finger into her eager asshole. She begins riding me even faster now. My finger goes deeper and deeper into her ass and she moans harder and harder. I put another in and she starts cumming again, drowning my dick.

My fingers slip out of her hole, and she gets off my cock.

“Baby, I want you to fuck my ass.”

This was a fantasy of mine, one I couldn’t believe was coming true. Liz got on her hands and knees and awaited my cock. I put one hand on her ass and one on my hard cock, and slowly began guiding it into her asshole. My cock was already lubed with her cum so I was able to jam it in without too much effort. Once my cock was halfway inside her ass she began moaning. I slowly started to fuck her ass, and with each thrust she pushed back against my cock with more enthusiasm.

“OH MY GOD YES FUCK MY ASS!” She screamed.

I can feel the cum build up inside my cock with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” I say to her.

Upon hearing those words she pulls my cock out of her ass. She starts sucking my cock vigorously. I grab the back of her head and push it down on my cock making her gag. finally she just begins to suck on the tip, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I came rope after rope into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, little by little, and my dick has never felt better.

We both lay down on the bed and she cuddles up next to me.

“Oh my god, that was amazing Matt. Not bad for your first time.”

“Liz, I didn’t know you had all that in you.”

“I’m what they call, a nymph, I can be really kinky when I wanna be.”

“Well I look forward to doing more with you.”

“Oh, me too,” She says with a suspicious tone

“Good night baby.”

I kissed her on the forehead, and after that we both fell asleep in each others arms.

…To be continued.

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Chapter 1

I first met Beth at the restaurant where we both worked. We were both seniors in high school, both enrolled in colleges, mine about two hundred miles away, Beth’s about one hundred and fifty miles from where we lived but the colleges were only about eighty miles distant from one another.

Any way, Beth and I really hit it off, neither one of us had dated a lot, we both sensed right off that our combined sexual experience wouldn’t make a decent paragraph.

I really fell for Beth, she was always so neat and fresh-looking. Kind of preppy with Izod polo shirts, plaid skirts, sweaters, the whole LL Bean look. And, she filled out these clothes very nicely, as well. She was slender, five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds, just a wonderful figure, a smile that lit up the room and auburn hair that had an amazing sheen. Oh, I was a goner.

We were both waiting tables, that scourge of a job so many high school and college kids get into to try to stash away some savings. Well, we were soon dating, then steadily, then an item. Beth had the use of one of her parent’s cars and she took me home each night after work, where we parked in my driveway and talked and talked for hours.

Slowly, we began to become more involved and began to kiss, then neck and make-out. We both seemed reluctant to risk having the other say, ‘no,’ so we only lightly steamed-up the windows.

Then, one evening after work, we were parked in my driveway necking and she reached down, took my hand and placed it on her breast. Even through her blouse and bra, I could feel her hard nipple which I began rubbing and squeezing through all those layers of fabric. Oh, did I get hard.

She didn’t touch me where I was hoping she would and we just did basically the same thing, neck with a nice feel on the outside of her clothing. That was the rest of our summer together.

Then the fall came and we were off to college.

We talked a lot by phone and email and were able to see each other every three or four weeks and had become very close to each other, sharing our inner selves, our secrets and, yes, talking quite a lot about our love for each other and about sex.

During the first half of our freshman years, we didn’t up the ante much sexually, except that we were now naked above the waist with each other and I was delighted to have Beth’s beautiful breasts to pet and hold, to fondle and kiss and suck. Yes, there were nights when I could hardly walk but I was so happy and in love with both Beth and her breasts, that it was enough.

The big change in our relationship sexually really began with Lauren, Beth’s roommate. Now, before you start going, ‘aha, roommate, threesome, wild, kinky sex parties,’ you can slow way down.

No, Lauren and Beth had become good friends, they had a lot in common, but one thing they didn’t have in common was their sexual experience. Beth, as you know, has had her boobs kissed and sucked, Lauren, well, Lauren told Beth she all about her sexual experience and she was way ahead.

Lauren was very good looking with large breasts that always seemed to attract guys wanting to fuck her and she seemed to welcome most overtures.

Yes, she had paired up in multiples, once with three guys and she and another girl and, then, a rather long-term threesome with two guys. So, Lauren, as soon as she discovered Beth’s lack of experience, began coaching her on how to get an orgasm under just about any circumstance that might ever arise.

The two girls had many long talks about sex and Beth told me some of the details and I also came in for some kidding from Lauren with a never-ending series of ‘cock’ jokes always at my expense and fairly frequent tries to cop a feel of my dick. She was not shy.

After a while, her jokes and jibes became expected and her extreme openness about sex did have the effect of opening Beth and I to expanding our sexual repertoire.

We soon were naked except for our lower underwear and would hump each other to orgasm.

We had been giving each other orgasms this way for some time but I think we knew then that it was just a matter time before we gave each other our virginity.

During this time, Lauren was often out of the dorm, so Beth and I had lots of time together. But, we had also become much more comfortable even when she was there. I often just had my briefs on and the two girls often just wore bras and panties.

Then, Lauren started kidding us with virgin jokes all the time. She just kept it up trying to push us along to having sex. I do know that Beth and Lauren were talking very openly about how far we had gone and Lauren was giving lots and lots of advice.

One Friday after I got there, we had opened a large bottle of Chianti and proceeded to get a bit sloshed.

“Let’s play ‘Strip Poker,’ guys. You two being such virgins nişantaşı escort and all, we’ll keep our underwear on so you’re not scandalized by the ‘wicked’ Lauren.”

Rising to the taunt, we both agreed and she got the cards. In about an hour, I was in my briefs, trying to hold my legs just so to shield my very hard cock. Beth still had on her top, bra and panties, while Lauren was in her bra and panties. Now, her bra left nothing to my imagination, her nipples were easily visible through the sheer fabric.

So, since I was down to my last article of clothing, Beth said that we had played the last hand and tossed her cards into the middle between us.

But Lauren piped up with, “Well, since I’m not the virgin here, I guess I want to play the last hand,” so we did. And, Lauren lost. She snapped open the front of her bra and I gazed upon an absolutely stunning pair of quite large breasts. These were ‘Playboy’ breasts and had nipples poking out that just made me hungry for them. I know, I know, the girl I love is also sitting there and, yes, I love her with all my heart. But my eyes and my cock were riveted to Lauren’s stunning breasts.

“What do you think, Lewis? Nice?”

“Oh, Lauren, you could be in Playboy easily.”

“Well, Beth, how about you? I’ve shown Lewis mine, he’s already seen your’s before and you’ve told me how he loves to suck on them. Well, girl, how about it? It’s just Lewis.”

I looked at Beth and she was reaching behind and as I watched, her bra came off and her lovely breasts came out. Four beautiful breasts, was I in heaven.

Then Lauren stood up and pulled down her panties and stood in front of us wearing only her smile. She could be in Playboy. Nice, slim waist, hips that promised passion, and a perfect plump slit with just a slight glistening of moisture. I thought my dick would burst.

We just sat there dumfounded.

“Come on, you little virgins. Lewis, let’s see that cock of yours. Beth, isn’t it about time he saw all of you? I have and you’re really beautiful. Lewis loves you, honey, show him your body. He’d love to see your pussy.”

We still just sat there.

“Oh, you virgins, loosen up. Get naked, you have to begin sometime, show me that nice, virgin cock, Lewis, and I’ll show Beth how to make you spurt your cum out.”

To tell the truth, I would have done it but I was waiting on Beth to make a move and she didn’t.

“Well, guys. I’m having a little fun,” and she turned and went over to her bedside table and took out a dildo and came back over as she waved it back and forth. She sat on the floor with her back against the bed, spread her legs wide, presenting us with her open pussy, and slid the dildo into her mouth, then right up into her yawning pussy as she said to us, “Umm, this is how it’s done,” and pressed it in until it was almost all up inside her.

Then she began stroking it in and out, all the time looking right at the two of us. I couldn’t help it, I began rubbing the bulge in my briefs and Beth was staring mesmerized at Lauren masturbating for us.

“Mmm, oh, oh,” and Lauren began rubbing her clit with her other hand as she fucked herself with the dildo.

“Ew, yeah. Mmm, uh, uh, oh, oh, feels so good. Nice and deep, um, yeah,” as she stroked faster and faster, rubbing her clit round and round.

“Oh, YES, YES, UMMM, UUHN, uh, uh, uh, oh, mmm.”

She lay there for a few minutes slowly stroking in and out as we sat there stunned at what we had witnessed. Then, suddenly, she jumped up, hurriedly pulled on her clothes and said, “The place is yours, have fun,” and left.

As she pulled the door closed behind her, Beth looked at me and said, “Wow, that was something. Maybe she’s right,” and she pulled her panties down, then reached over and pulled mine off.

Beth jumped up over me and began kissing me running her tongue all around my mouth and her hands all around my body. I felt her grip my cock then pull up off my mouth and kiss my neck, then chest, working her way quickly down to my cock which she kissed the head of, then opened her lips and took it inside and began to suck me.

“Oh, Beth, oh, honey, mmm, that’s wonderful. Oh, you’re making me feel so good, so good.”

I was so wound-up by that point, I felt an orgasm rocketing up.

“OH, OH, BETH, OH, I’M…UUN, uuh, uh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much.”

She didn’t stop sucking me, so I coaxed her into a sixty-nine position tugging her leg up over me and she pressed down over me as I felt her wet pussy touch my mouth. Oh, wonderful, I thought, as I licked and kissed as I brought my hands up and began running my fingertips along the edges of her pussy.

Then, I pulled her pussy apart to lick up and down as it lay open over me. Beth began to moan rather loudly, something that was new between etiler escort the two of us, and she began moving her hips around obviously greatly enjoying what I was doing.

“OH, LEWIS, OH, OH, UUUH, uuuh, uh, oh, I am so happy, Lewis, that feels so good. I want us to do this lots and lots,” as she ground her wetness into my face.

“Oh, Lewis, I love you so much. Oh, so much.”

“I love you, too, Beth, I love you the most I possibly can. I want us to be together forever. You are so wonderful. I love everything there is about you. Oh, and your body. Oh, I want you so much now.”

“Mmm, you’re gonna get a lot of my body from now on, a lot.”

The rest of the weekend we gave each other oral sex numerous times and masturbated each other many times. Beth loves to jack me off and have my cum splatter all over her breasts, then rub her breasts all over my chest.

We also discussed intercourse, all the ins and outs, so to speak, what to use for protection, when we would do it, what we wanted to try, just lots of things. We would get some condoms for next weekend and on Monday, Beth would go to the clinic and get on the pill, we were ready.

Chapter 2

We talked all week about having sex, what we wanted to do, how we wanted the atmosphere and ambiance, everything. I took an earlier bus and as I got off, Beth was there with open arms. As we kissed, I became aware that something was missing…her bra.

“Bethie, you forgot your bra,” I whispered in her ear as we hugged. She let go, stood back and asked, “Like my new look?”

“What do you think?” I said, nodding down to the bulge in my pants. Ah, we were off to a perfect start.

When we got to her room, Lauren was there and she gave us both kisses and handed us a fancy bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses and told us to enjoy our weekend, she’d see Beth on Monday. She then leaned over to me and said, “Just take it nice and slow, Lewis. You know that but I’m just reminding you. I’ll be thinking of you two all weekend.”

Well, it looks like Lauren is in on our plans.

Beth had candles all set out and flowers. Her bed was covered with decorator pillows and towels and there was a nice aroma in the room. I put down my overnight bag with the new box of condoms lurking inside and she showed me the package of spermicide she had bought for a little extra protection. Good thinking.

We went for dinner at the college cafeteria and ate in a far corner to try to keep the evening’s romantic mood alive.

I got the champagne out of the fridge and opened it and we rather quickly sipped our way through half of it. The candles were lit, the music cued up and I slowly began unbuttoning Beth’s shirt as we kissed. I kissed downward along her shoulders and the top of her breasts, then on to her hard nipples.

Beth was busy taking my shirt off and began to caress my chest and back, then moved her hands up to my head and brought my head down further onto her breasts.

She reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans, then bent down and tugged them to the floor and helped me step out of them. I pulled Beth’s skirt and panties off, then she pulled down my briefs which were strained holding me in. As I tossed her panties aside, I felt their wetness and knew how much she was anticipating our lovemaking.

I lifted her up and placed her on the bed and lay down next to her as we continued kissing and feeling each other. I was enthralled sucking her nipples as she fondled my cock and I began kissing and licking my way down to her navel which I tongued, down her abdomen, then along her slit. She moaned and put her hands down to spread her labia and whispered, “Lick me inside, Lewis, eat me.”

I got down between her legs and licked and tongued her as she sat up holding herself open watching me. I looked up at her and she was smiling with a far-away look in her eyes.

“Oh, Lewis, oh, you make me so happy. That feels so good. Oh, I want to do you, please, I want to,” and she got up over me and took my dick in her hand and began licking circles all around the tip. Oh, I think Lauren has been coaching her. She then licked up and down the shaft and, as I watched, my cock disappeared completely in her mouth as she started sucking up and down.

“Oh, Beth, that feels so good, oh, so good. I really can’t wait. I want us to make love, oh, I want you so bad.”

She got up and said that we needed to get ready and she took the gel and put a plunger-full up into her as I rolled on my first condom.

We toasted each other with another sip of champagne and then I laid her back down and she spread her legs wide, pulled her knees up some and I got up between them and began to kiss her lips, neck, breasts and belly, then, Beth took hold of me and guided my dick to her opening. The gel was pretty slippery fatih escort and, of course, she was very wet anyway, so when I pushed, the tip end of my cock went inside her with little resistance.

“Mmm, I feel you inside me. Just the end, right?”

“So far. Is it okay?”

“Oh, yes, just go ahead.”

I pushed in some more and went back and forth for several minutes and, soon, I was all the way inside.

“Well, that wasn’t bad,” she said, “Not like some girls have told me.”

I was now taking nice, long, slow strokes in and out and it felt wonderful. I have never, ever, felt anything this good.

“Oh, Lewis, I can’t believe how wonderful this feels. Oh, you just fill me up so good. Promise me you’ll love me and fuck me all of my life.”

“Oh, I do love you, I love you so much. This is a perfect way for us to love each other. I’m glad we waited but I’m glad we’re doing it.”

“Mmm, oh, Lauren was right, once you’ve done it, you’ll want to do it every possible moment after. I wanna see, see you going in and out of me,” and she sat up some and we worked around so she was sitting in my lap facing me and when we leaned back on our elbows, we could watch our fucking. There was some blood but she had put down some towels under the sheets.

“We’re no longer virgins, Lewis, we’re fucking and I love to watch you go in and out of me. Oh, it’s wonderful,” and she leaned forward and we kissed deeply.

“I know what I want,” she said, as she rolled over and got up and squatted over me.

“I want on top,” as she led me into her as she sat down over me. When she started moving up and down, I thought I might pass out it felt so good.

“Oh, Bethie, that is incredible. Nothing could ever feel better than this.”

“Mmm, I really like it, too. Lauren was right. She said she loves being on top and that I should try it. Oh, do you get up nice and deep inside me. It’s just a whole new feeling. Oh, Lewis.”

She would raise herself up to where my dick almost came out of her, almost out, then, slowly, oh so slowly lower herself back down taking me all the way inside her. It was heavenly. She just kept going slowly up and down, the feelings were fantastic. I could tell that I was getting near an orgasm.

“Hon, I’m really close. It just feels so good, I’m almost…OOH, OOH, uuh. uuh, oh, Beth, oh, honey, I love you so much. So much,” and I pulled her down to kiss her over and over.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“No, but that’s okay. Don’t worry. Let’s just enjoy each other’s bodies. Maybe you should put on a new condom,” so she got up off me and I pulled off the old condom and rolled on a new one.

She got back over me and lowered down, then reached back and held me as she pressed down. I did slowly slide up into her and then she started rocking back and forth once again. I had cummed not long before but it still felt just about as good as the first time.

“Mmm, do you feel good. This is so good.”

Then, she pushed hard down pressing me as far inside her as I could go, and began to twist her hips around grinding down on me. Probably more advice from Lauren, the expert.

“Feel good?”

“Oh, Beth, yes, oh, yes, it sure does. Wonderful. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Good, good, I love making you cum. Feels good when you do, huh?”

“Especially when I’m deep inside you like this. I’m not far off.”

“Mmm, just go ahead, I want you to. I want you to be happy.”

“Oh, I’ve never thought I’d ever be this happy. I want to be with you forever. I love you so much. Oh, oh, UUN, uuh, uuh, uuh, oh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much,” and she dropped forward over me and covered my face with kisses. She was crying.

“Beth, honey, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just so happy, that’s all, just hold me, Lewis, just hold me tight. I’m so happy.”

We lay there for some time, my cock still inside her, a bit less erect than before but still feeling very good. She got off me and I pulled off the condom and we lay there naked in each other’s arms and lovingly and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

We woke dreamily Sunday morning about nine and lay there holding each other, kissing, petting, fondling. Then a mad dash to each respective bathroom for a quick clean-up and returned to her room.

“Look what was in the girl’s bathroom with our name on it,” she said, holding a fresh bottle of champagne and a beautiful bowl of fresh strawberries.

“The note says, ‘Congrats, Love, Lauren.’ Isn’t she sweet?”

I put the wine to chill in the fridge and we went back to bed knowing I had to be at the bus station for the three o’clock bus back to my college.

The champagne, all the strawberries and three condoms were all utilized in the remaining hours of our time together.

Beth didn’t have an orgasm the first weekend but as she was kissing me goodbye at the station, she pulled my hand up under her skirt, pressed it to her bare, wet pussy and said, “I’ll see you next weekend, remember, you owe me an orgasm.” I came back the next weekend and she did have an orgasm. And three more as a bonus.

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I nearly collapsed onto Vicky after the last drop of semen poured into her. I couldn’t believe how drained I felt.

And I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. I mean, Vicky is gorgeous, but something changed. She was my first, that was my first time. Even with her legs open to welcome me, knees folded up in a way that should have looked froggy and awkward, she looked more graceful than ever. My erection was still in her but fading fast as she reached up to stroke my forehead and cheek. Her smile glowed as she gazed up at me.

“I’m not a virgin any more.”

I was barely coherent. “Me too.” Maybe it didn’t make strict grammatical sense, but it was the best I could manage. “Did you …”

“Shh,” she interrupted. “You were wonderful. It felt, it feels so good to have you inside me.” I guess she didn’t come, but was being nice about it. That was something I’d have to work on for her.

I lifted myself off her. The little bit of my penis left inside pulled out too — but left the condom behind. It looked vaguely ridiculous dangling out of her vagina, and I nearly collapsed with embarrassment. I reached down, tugged it out, and mumbled an apology. Well, whatever else sex might be, it’s not very dignified. Some of the embarrassment went away when Vicky laughed that sparkling laugh, and said, “It’s OK. I’ll be right back.”

She unfolded herself in a smooth motion, got up, and headed to the bathroom. I mummified the used condom in tissues, wiped myself, and threw out the mess. Then I lay back to wait for her, promising myself I wouldn’t be a “roll over and go to sleep” kind of lover for her. OK, I meant well, but was out before she returned.

—–

Next time I awoke, the room was lit only by moonlight. Vicky knelt over me, her mouth warm and soft around my erection. One warm hand held the base of my penis, the other cupped my balls and played. The skin over them had tightened in the cool night air, and she tugged gently at the leathery skin, then traced the shape of each testicle. Her mouth slid easily over the hardness; that slick feel told me that my pre-come was flowing into her mouth. I purred as she suckled, and reached out to stroke her shoulder and the back of her head. She glanced up at me, trying to smile around her loving mouthful.

Still holding my penis, I saw her reach between her own legs with her other hand. She had to lift her body a little to reach down, but kept soft pressure on my penis as she shifted. Was she caressing herself as she played with me? Whatever she was doing, it lasted only a moment. She lifted her mouth from my erection, planted a final kiss at the tip, and sat up.

She let go of my erection, and my own hand replaced hers before I realized what pendik escort I was doing. I didn’t want the feeling to end, even though my touch couldn’t come close to the way she made me feel. I stroked myself as she leaned over the side of the bed and fetched something from her purse. She lifted it into the moonlight, and I recognized a condom’s envelope. I practically came right then. Just a while ago, we’d both had our first real sex together, and now she wanted more! I did too, and continued stroking myself as she opened the wrapper.

She seemed quite sure of herself as she brushed my hand away and took control of my penis again. Even in the dim light, she unrolled the condom onto me with deft, firm touch — better than I had done, but surprise at that faded in a moment. I start to get up, but she said “No” and pushed me back, before I could even get all the way up on one elbow. I lay back and waited for whatever she had in mind.

With an easy motion, she leaned onto me and swung one leg over my hip. She lifted herself over me as high as her legs would go, then reached down to my covered erection. She knee-walked a little to align her body over mine, then slowly sat onto me. The tip of my penis bumped softness between her legs. She shifted again, rubbed her labia with her condomed toy, and pressed down.

I was in! Just a little, though. Her firm grip held me at her body’s entrance as she lowered her hips another step. I had my hands on her thighs, and felt the muscles flex as she rocked up and down, pushing herself onto me by inches. Soon, I was deep enough that I’d stay in without help, and she took her hand away. Her vagina felt warm and snug. I nearly came when I felt muscles all through her hips tighten round me. Each motion of her legs had its inner equivalent, too.

I was in heaven. Every part of my body strained to become part of our coupling. I bucked once or twice under her, but was already in as deep as I could go. Then Vicky did something incredible. Her hip tilted forward, swirling my erection against her inner walls. Holding that tilt, she sat again, hard, and took the last bit of my length into her body. Gentle pressure of her rear against my balls told me that everything I had to give was inside her.

My god that was incredible! She rode me easily, with supple strength, and I was glad that the condom blunted the feeling a bit. If not for that, I would have dumped myself into her long since and missed finding out what fucking was really supposed to be. Then, I saw her lift one soft breast with her hand, take the nipple between thumb and forefinger, and ask, “Have you ever seen a girl play with herself?”

By reflex, I started to answer “But girls can’t istanbul escort …”

I sounded stupid even to myself, so I was glad when she interrupted me. “But girls can.” One hand still on her breast, the other snaked between us, to where my body and hers became one. I felt her fingers press against her clit. The same touch affected the base of my penis, and I could have come right then. I forced myself to relax. She hadn’t come the first time we fucked (there, I said it!), and I was determined not to cheat her out of it this time. She was doing all the work. I just had to lie back and be her toy.

Her hips’ motions became deeper and wider. She started to pant, then moan. The fingers between us took on a stronger, more irregular pace and she clutched her breast more tightly than I would have dared. Vicky had come in my arms before, or when I kissed her vulva, but this was new. I could see her orgasm build. I could feel it inside her, where she used my penis to touch her deepest parts. As her moaning deepened, I murmured encouragement and held her legs tightly to my hips.

Then it happened. Her breath caught in her throat, every muscle in her pulled hard, and she froze except for the frenzied fingers in our darkened junction. She almost relaxed, gasped, and froze again. This gorgeous woman was coming for me, and had made my erection part of it.

It seemed to go on forever. She’d regain control of herself for a moment, push herself hard down onto me, and freeze again. Inside, the walls of her vagina pumped in their own rhythm, grasping me, giving her the feeling of depth and fullness that my fingers had never been able to. The deepest of the tremors passed, but aftershocks hit her again and again, winding down only gradually.

I sat up at that point, and leaned forward to kiss her. She leaned back, unbent her legs, and wrapped then around my waist. After that, I could embrace her fully at the same time that all her weight pressed down on my erection. The feeling was beyond belief. I whispered in her ear, over and over — I’m not even sure what I said, but I wanted the verbal contact along with all the other. She melted in my arms and held me as tightly as I held her.

With her face against my shoulder, I couldn’t see her expression. In a moment, though, I heard her sniffle. I tipped her chin to to look into her eyes, and saw her teary face. As soon as she looked back at me, she sobbed in earnest.

I’ve never been good at handling girls crying, and this was almost too weird for me. There I was, my penis as far inside her as it could go, and a moment ago she had the biggest orgasm I’d ever seen. And here she was, crying in my arms. I started to say something, but didn’t get the first kartal escort word out before she said, “I’m OK, just happy. Too happy.” I had seen happy-cries before, but never dealt any better with them than with any other kind. I just held her and rocked until her breathing evened again. Somehow, I managed to keep my erection even when she was sobbing — I’ll never tell her, but her deep and irregular breathing translated to feelings low in her belly, and tested my control to its limits.

I had held back longer than I thought possible, but my body would have its way. My thighs lifted an inch or two, and lifted Vicky along my shaft. She started to climb off me, but I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her down, hard. Up again, and pull down. She realized immediately what I meant, and worked with me. Lift, feel her slide along my erection, and down again. Vicky sat on me hard, and shifted her hips to create some incredible feeling for me, deep inside.

I had little control over myself at that point. I was hugging and pulling her against myself so hard I thought I would hurt her. The way my agile little nymph held me, though, was pure, generous love. She wanted to be part of my orgasm as much as I’d been part of hers. She must have sensed when the moment came. She looked up at me with a glowing smile as I pressed deep and hard into her. I pulled her shoulders down and her hips close, made some animal sound, and pushed hard again. It felt like my erection ran the whole length of her torso, I was that deep into her. I lost count of the number of times I thrust into her, and the number of times she accepted that power in deepest parts of her body. At that moment, I saw a whole new side to women’s strength — the softness that can accept my strongest embrace, and turn it to love.

The moment ended. I held her close, panting and laughing (my answer to her crying, I guess). I felt my erection wilting inside her, and wanted to make sure I didn’t repeat that embarrassing moment with the condom. I leaned to the side, and she following me down, tipping over onto the bed. As we untangled our legs, I reached between us to keep the condom on me. I sounded sheepish to myself when I told it seemed to be coming off, but she just smiled and touched my face.

I passed her the box of tissues, and we wiped ourselves clean. I would have thought that wiping the wetness out of her vulva would look ungainly, but Vicky made even that look graceful. I lay back with her, knowing that I’d be asleep soon no matter what my good intentions. She must have known that was coming, because she rolled over and asked me to spoon her. My half-hard penis nestled against her rear, and I held one breast from behind.

As my mind faded into warm darkness, I heard her whisper, “I’m not a virgin any more.” That puzzled me. It was what she said the first time we made love, and here she was saying it again. How could she lose her virginity again? That happy mystery rolled around in my mind as I drifted off.

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We were driving home from my place after spending a pretty boring Christmas at my place in your parents car. I was sitting in between you and your sister and you were talking away on your cell phone. I was trying hard to get your attention on me by rubbing my legs against yours or “accidentally” rubbing my hand up your leg. You’re so dumb, you don’t even notice… Or maybe you’re just that good that I didn’t notice you noticed.

We arrive at your house and you open the door and pull me out your door. Your sister gives you a funny look but ignores it, because that’s how you have always been with me. We walk into the house and I go to your sister’s room to get changed. I walk out to the bathroom and run into you. You pull me close to you and whisper in my ear, “Merry Christmas, little one.” I shudder and smile, “Merry Christmas to you, too.”

I go to the bathroom and come back out… You’re sitting on your sister’s bed and laughing with her about something. You look up at me and smile. I sit down on the opposite side of the bed. I’m a little drunk from the 2 and a half glasses of wine I had at my place. I stumble onto the bed. We all decide, since it’s early how about we play a round of “Scene It!”. You’re holding the portable DVD player over your crotch, so every time I look at the DVD player I get a good view of your crotch. Every time you hand me the dice, I’m not sure but I think I can feel your hand give me an extra brush with your fingertips as you drop the dice into my hands. This goes on for about half an hour. Then, half way through the game your dad tells your sister to clean the bathroom from her shower earlier that day. As soon as we finish the game she does and I’m left alone in her room with you. You move closer to me and put your head in my lap. You look up and say, “I missed you.” I say that I have missed you, too.

Your sister comes back in and asks what we should do now. You say you don’t know and walk out of the room. I feel kind of sad that you left, but 5-10 minutes later you come back in with a big warm fuzzy blanket for yourself. Your sister is on the floor and you jump onto the bed beside me before your sister can get anywhere near the bed. We play one more round of “Scene It!” just to pass some time and then your sister’s boyfriend calls. She leaves the room and you start talking to me of a previous time we were alone together like this…

~ The Thanksgiving before Christmas ~

We are both kind of drunk. Me slightly, you wasted. You come into my room and you wrap me up in your arms nişantaşı escort and tell me that you’re sorry for going out with Sara for that one day. You’re sorry that you didn’t tell me and that you’re sorry I was so mad at you. The truth was I was never really mad at you.

We crawl into my bed and start to cuddle. Then my hands slowly work their way down to your waistband and go into your pants. I can feel the warmth of your penis the moment I put my hands down your pants. I wrap my hands around it and pull it out of your pants. We both look at each other with hesitation, but lust in our eyes and you nod and tell me to continue. I softly rub my hand up and down, holding on firmly, but softly. I get faster and faster as your breathing grows more and more laboured. You suddenly pull my hand off of your penis and pull me close to you. You look deeply into my eyes and you kiss me so passionately that I think I just died and went to heaven. We make out for a good 5-10 minutes and you pull me on top of you.

I stop because I realize what is happening and I realize that I don’t want our first kiss to be one that you won’t remember. You look at me kind of hurt and confused and I just smile and kiss you on the cheek. You ask, “Why’d you stop?” I just look at you and you move away… “Ok, but can I have a blowjob. Please?”

You know that if I had given you a blowjob it would be my first time and you understand that but you want to be the first so I give in to those amazing brown eyes and crawl over you and wrap my lips around that warm, hard cock that’s waiting for my mouth. I move my head up and down and I can hear you trying hard not to make too much noise but also expressing how good it feels. You start bucking your hips into my face. Wanting more and not wanting me to stop what I’m doing to you.

You push my head off and pull your pants up really fast and break your belt loop, but it doesn’t matter to you. I look up and you whisper, “You’re brother is here…” I can see the anger in your eyes and try and tell you just wait until he leaves and then continue, but you don’t want to take that chance. So, I just rest my head on your shoulder.

~ Back to Christmas ~

We have mini argument about whether or not it was a good thing that I gave you a blowjob when you were drunk. Finally, I say, “Whatever.” and we leave it at that. I move down on the bed and rest my head on the pillow next to you and just look at you. You start playfully poking me in the sides getting me to move istanbul escorts closer to you and then finally just wrap your arms around me.

I start playfully poking you back and you gradually move my hand down to your rock hard cock. I pull my hand away kind of shocked, but not really because I know that just the thought of me gets you hard.

I tentatively move my hand closer to your penis and slide my hand inside your boxers. We sit there kind of silently, then you whisper in my ear, “I can’t believe you are doing this.” I speed up a bit and you nibble my ear.

My pussy is so wet at that point and I want you to touch me. As if you were reading my mind, your hand works its way between my legs and starts rubbing my dripping pussy. Your thumbs starts pushing on my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion and my breathing gets shallow. I try to contain myself and continue giving you a hand job, but I think your goal is trying to get me off. You pull your hand away from my pussy and you push my hand off of your cock. You say that you want to take things slow with me. You want to be with me for a long time and you don’t want things to get weird.

I sigh and agree with you, but then I slowly put my hand down your pants. You wait about 10 seconds before telling me to stop. Sit next to you wanting to take things further. I want you so bad you have no idea. I move my hand down around your penis again and this time you wait 20 seconds before telling me to stop.

I look around for something to entertain us, then, while you’re deciding whether or not you want to fuck me tonight. I find a pink fluffy thing in your sister’s room and start hitting you with it… It makes a “boing” sound when you hit it against something. I repeatedly hit you with it and you grab my hand and take it out of my hand. You start hitting me with it and then your sister comes in, and asks what the hell all the noise is for… She looks at us and the pink thing and just shakes her head and walks back out of the room.

You stop and ask me if I really want to give you a blowjob. I say, yes and you move my head under your blanket and pull your cock out. I sit there for a second and he says, “See, I knew you wouldn’t-” Just as he was about to scold me for making him feel something that wasn’t going to happen I slid my mouth down over his cock and started bobbing my head up and down really fast. He grabs the back of my head and pushes down as far as I can handle it. He lets go and lets me just go for it. I slide my mouth up bağcılar escort and down really fast then I pulled it out of my mouth and lick the bottom of it all the way from the base to the head and then put the entire thing back in my mouth. I love his taste and I want him to know that, so I start sucking hard on it and my saliva drips out of my mouth down his cock. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head and he’s gasping for air. Finally he pulls my head off and says, “I don’t know if you want to keep going. I want your first cum wad to be special and not in my sister’s bed.”

We fool around some more and I accidentally wrap one of my legs around him and he gasps and practically flys out of the room. I think it was too much for him to handle and he needed to cum. His sister comes back in the room and asks how things went. I think she knew what we were doing and didn’t want to make things awkward. But we went to our rooms and we went to sleep.

~ How I Wanted That Night To Go ~

(Starting from the point of when I finished giving him a blowjob.)

I wanted you to wrap my legs around you and carry me to your room. You lay me down on your bed and pull my underwear down my legs. You crawl in between my legs and you pull your rock hard cock out of you pants. You kiss me deeply and passionately and whisper, “Tell me when it hurts too much.” I nod an OK and you kiss me again.

You grab your cock and guide it into my dripping wet pussy. I feel it slide in and I gasp and wrap my legs around you. I pull you into me deeper and hold you there while I wait for the pain to stop.

You are gently kissing my neck and breathing your warm breath on me and I lean into your neck and whisper, “I’m ready.” You pull your meat out just enough so that it doesn’t completely come out, and then you slide it all the way back in. You’re thrusting into me so deeply that I just don’t want you to stop. You look deeply into my eyes and kiss me again.

You feel so good between my legs and the second your lips touch mine I cum all over your rock hard cock. I feel this pressure and amazing feeling in the pit of my stomach and then finally I can’t hold it anymore and my juices just flood out of me. You pull out for a bit and my pussy is squirting all over you. I tremble underneath you and I pull you close to me. “I love you,” is all I can manage to say and you tell me that you love me, too.

You put it back in and continue thrusting and then I feel something warm and liquidy in my pussy and I look at your face and it has “bliss” written all over it.

You collapse onto me and I try to pull your cock into me more and then we fall asleep in your bed, not caring about the fact that the sheets are soaked with our cum, just happy that we finally had sex.

~I love you so much, baby!!~

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Cassie and I have known each other since we were kids. I still remember the first time we met each other. I was being pummeled by the neighborhood bullies when suddenly I saw a brown flash. When I finally found my glasses off the floor I saw the bullies running away and Cassie looking at me. From then on we were inseparable. Cassie, though, had a very domineering personality. She would tell me what to do and I was okay with it. First off, the bullies were way too scared to mess with me when I was around her. Secondly, I don’t like to make decisions and she was usually right anyways.

Even though Cassie is Latina and I’m Sri Lankan my mom took to Cassie instantly. I think my mom saw a lot of herself in Cassie. I never really had to make a decision in life because my mom or Cassie would make it for me. They became my life strategists.

While I went through life not really caring about anything, Cassie knew what she wanted from the beginning. A year after we met, at the tender age of six, she declared that we were going to get married in the future. Now I might not care about much but I knew enough that I didn’t want to get married in the future. Cassie, though, had planned everything in advance and she knew my secret, candy.

“If you say that you’ll marry me, I’ll give you a Butterfinger.”

“Butterfinger? Ok then.” I stupidly replied.

Thus, at the age of six I was betrothed to marry.

Cassie and I did everything together. We walked to school together, hung out at recess and lunch and hung out after class. I don’t think I spent any of my time awake away from her. Although, it was more that Cassie told me what to do and I did it. It wasn’t all bad though. Cassie was the more social, interacting type. While I was quiet and just kept to myself. So I got a whole bunch of friends just through association. Although, it was more like they put up with me so that they could hang with Cassie because they knew we came in a package.

When we turned fourteen though things started to change. Cassie went through puberty first and damn god spent a lot of time on her. She developed a slamming body with a face and boobs that could put Victoria’s Secret to shame. Add her hint of a Latin accent and she was every guy’s dream. Whenever, we went out all the guys around us looked at her. I even saw some of the male and female teachers check her out!

I on the other hand must have been what god had to make in a rush. I was a scrawny kid with asthma, acne and braces. I bet a teenage Bill Gates didn’t even look as geeky as me. Cassie, never left me alone though. Even when she became a cheerleader and I a mathlete she never left my side. One day we were walking to class, her in her cheerleading outfit for our high school pride day, when I heard a voice.

“Ayy, chica! Why are you with that loser? Come over here and I’ll show a real good time. I’m a real man and I’ll make sure that you’ll be screaming my name tonight.”

I looked over and saw Chet Anderson, star running back. I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me to defend Cassie.

Cassie was having none of that though.

“Oh, so you think you’re man enough for me?”

“Girl, I know that I’m man enough for you. And I ain’t no wimp like that stick you got there.”

“Yeah I heard about how man you are. Your ex-girlfriend told me all about that stub you call a penis. No wonder you’re always angry. With a dick that small there’s no way anyone can jack that thing off.”

“What’d you say to me bitch?” he exclaimed.

“You heard me puto. Maybe you need some help, your dick is T-I-N-Y!” she replied.

“Bitch take that back before I beat you silly!”

“Come at me bro! I’m right here. You think I’m afraid of you?”

At this point, I think he knew that there was no way he was going to win this argument. If he did beat her up he’d be a woman abuser. If he got beat up by her though he’d be the laughingstock of the school. The star running back who got beat up by the freshman cheerleader. So he turned his attention to me.

“Not even going to try defending your girl? What a pussy.” He said.

“Don’t you dare call him a pussy! You’re just mad because you’re jealous of him.” Cassie angrily said.

“Jealous of him? What would I be jealous of? He has so much acne he looks like a pepperoni pizza.” He scoffed.

“You’re jealous of him because you know he’s going to make something of yourself, while you’d be lucky to be mopping up floors when you’re 30. He’s going to be a doctor and you’re gonna be that creepy old guy who talks about his high school days. And while we’re wearing out the springs in our bed, you’ll be sleeping behind a dumpster.” She yelled.

Once she said that everybody went silent and just looked at me while I had the biggest boner I ever had. I saw a lot of looks of jealousy. From then on no one hit on Cassie. Everybody knew she was taken and that wasn’t going to change. Once we were walking home though, I asked her if what she said was all true.

She just looked at me and said.

“Of course, silly.” cihangir escort

“So umm…, you know, when do you think we’re going to have sex?” I said my face getting redder with every word.

Suddenly, she got close to me seductively and whispered in my ear.

“You want to have sex right now?”

“Y..Y…Yeah” I managed to stammer.

“Not yet tiger, when I have sex I don’t want to have any birth control around. No pills, no condoms, no anything. Just me and you. But we can’t risk having a kid right now, we’re too young. Don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, of course.” I said just to please her. Honestly, at that point I didn’t care what would happen after sex.

“Don’t worry tiger, when we do have sex I’ll make sure that all this waiting will be worth it.”

I couldn’t fucking wait.

High school went on and we ended up getting good grades, although mine were slightly better. We ended up going to university together, me on scholarship. Because of school policy though the dorms were unisex. Which means for the first time in my life, I was going to live apart from my mom or Cassie. Having freedom was weird. Without having a girl tell me what to do I was kinda lost for the first couple of weeks. I mean Cassie still did come over a lot and hang out but since I was a bio major and Cassie was a sociology major we had separate classes.

With college, came a fresh start, and I was determined not to mess it up. Luckily, my acne had gone away and I got my braces taken off a week before. My body filled out too so I was better looking, a little above average. Suddenly, a lot of girls were coming up to talk to me during class. This never happened before because in my hometown, girls knew that they’d have to go through Cassie to get to me, not that they were interested anyways. This one pretty blonde girl, named Jen, started sitting next to me in Chem class. We started talking and she seemed really cool.

“Hey you doing anything on tonight?” Jen asked one day in class.

“Probably studying for the midterm tomorrow, what’s up?” I replied.

“My sorority is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“Eh, sounds fun. I’ll think about it.”

“Ok, let me know.”

When I got home that day, Cassie was waiting for me in my room.

“Hey sexy. How was class?” she asked.

“It was alright. I got invited to a party.”

“Oh cool, when?”

“Tonight.” I said.

“Tonight? I thought you had the midterm tomorrow.”

“Yeah I do.”

“You planning on going?”

“Maybe. I don’t know I’ll think about it.”

“You’re not going.” She said.

Throughout my life I never really had any friends that I made myself. And god help that I might lose the first friend that I actually got myself.

“Why the hell not? Maybe for once in my life I just want to have fun.”

Cassie looked at me in shock, I don’t think I even disagreed with her once since we were six.

“You have a goddamn test tomorrow and did u forget you’re on scholarship?” She finally said regaining her composure. “You need to have a good G.P.A to keep it and I talked to your mom and know that there isn’t enough money to keep you in school without that scholarship.”

“You know what, I’m going to do what I want. This is my life and I can make my own fucking decisions!” I exclaimed. And with that I walked out of the room, called Jen and told her that I can come.

By the time I got to the party it was in full swing. I had just walked through the door when I suddenly felt two big mounds on my back and heard “You made ittttt!!”

I turned around and saw Jen totally plastered with her boobs barely hanging in her bra. “Let’s have some fun!” she said and took my hand.

After that my memory gets a bit cloudy, all I know is that I must have drank a whole lakes worth of alcohol. I woke up so hungover I’m surprised I could even walk to take my test.

From then on I partied with Jen any chance I got. Everything was good until one seemingly normal night. We were riding a five game winning streak in beer pong when we eventually lost. At this point Jen and I were totally plastered.

“Hey sexy, wanna have some more fun?” She said with a wink.

“Hell, ya!” I said not knowing what I was getting into.

She took me by the hand and let me to a dark corner in the party. And held me real close.

“You know, I can tell you’re still a virgin.” She said.

“How did you know?” I replied shamefully.

“You can just tell these things. I thought you had that girlfriend from high school?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to have sex yet though.”

“Ahh that’s too bad. You know that all guys have needs. It’s a girlfriend’s job to make sure that they’re met. They can’t rely on porn all the time. And guessing from how red your face is turning that’s exactly what you do.” She said while laughing.

“You know, I can help you with that.” she said suddenly cupping my crotch. “Damn, you sure do have a nice package, fulya escort I’m surprised that you’re still a virgin.”

“Come with me and I’ll make sure that that ends tonight.” Jen said seductively in my ear.

Now it was all fun and games hanging out with Jen so far. But now she was actually offering me sex. To be honest, I was ready to take it. But then a picture of Cassie popped into my head. How she saved me from all those bullies, took care of me when I was sick and never left my side in high school even though I was the biggest loser in school. I knew what I had to do.

I ripped myself from Jen’s grasp.

“I’m sorry, you’re a great girl but I can’t do this.” I finally said.

“Are you serious? You’re denying me?” She said confused.

“You rather stay a virgin? Than be with me?” she exclaimed “You’re a fucking idiot! I can’t believe I spent so much time with you! I could have had any guy I wanted! The only reason I even chose you is because I wanted to take you away from that bitch. She always gets the looks from guys, even when I’m around her. I wanted to get back at her, hitting her where it hurts, you. And now you’re denying me?”

“Don’t you dare call her a bitch!” I said my balls finally dropping. “She’s the best girl a guy could ask for. And it ain’t my fault you’re so ugly that guys don’t notice you. No wonder you always dress like a tramp, the only way you can get guys is by being the town bicycle. Everybody gets a free ride huh?”

With that I turned around and left the party with Jen shocked, mouth gaping behind me.

After that I had to go on a walk to clear my head. So by the time I got back to my dorm room I was pretty much sober.

When I walked in, I saw Cassie inside.

“So how was the party?” she asked.

“Eh, it was okay.” I replied, not wanting her to know anything.

“Well all these parties must have been fun, your grades have been slipping you know. Do you even check your mail?” She asked.

“What?” I said dumbfounded.

“Look.” She said while showing me a letter from the university. “This is a warning letter saying that, they’re going to take away your scholarship if your grades don’t improve.”

I just stared at the letter watching my life fall apart.

Finally, I said “well don’t worry about it, I don’t think I’m going to be invited to a party anytime in the future.”

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it, it just won’t happen again.”

“I was at the party tonight you know.” She said softly.

“You were?” I said my eyes getting wide. “What did you hear?”

“Everything she said.”

“So are you here to break up with me?” I asked, not wanting to really know the answer.

“No, tiger. I saw you push her away. She was a bitch, but she was right. I don’t take care of your needs. I think it’s time to change that.”

And with that she got grabbed me by the wrists and threw me on the bed.

“In my family, the woman is always the boss. That’s because guys will let you do anything as long as you make sure their needs are met. Unfortunately, I haven’t been keeping my side of the bargain. No wonder you started hanging out with that girl. She would have done anything to be with you. I’m going to make sure that that won’t happen again. Plus, if you stop going to those parties I know that your grades are going to go up.” She said.

“Now just relax and enjoy.” She whispered into my ear as she started to take off my clothes.

“Hmmm, look at this huge cock” she said while holding my penis. “I can’t believe that I never had this before.” And with that she started to go up and down on my cock with her hand. Then she licked the tip and took the entire 6 inches of my dick in her mouth.

Even though it was my first time, it felt like heaven. I looked down to see the most beautiful girl I knew going up and down on my dick. She then took it out and started liking it like a lollipop. That almost made me cum right there.

“Oh look at that, some pre-cum shot out.” she said giggling “I wonder how it tastes?” She then took her tongue and licked my head. “Mhmmm, this tastes good, I need to do this more often. I bet the real thing tastes even better.” Then she went back to sucking my cock.

“You know I’ve been practicing with my dildo for this moment.” She said after coming back up. “I hope you appreciate it. Just let me know when you’re about to cum.”

Since this was the first time I actually had a girl on my dick after about a minute of head, I was close to cumming. “I’m about to cum!”

She immediately took her mouth off my cock.

“Sorry, I’m not going to let you cum yet. I got plans for your cum.”

She then pushed me off the bed. And started taking off all her clothes seductively. She took off every piece so slowly that I just wanted to rip it off her and get it over with. I thought I was just going to cum just looking at her. But I wanted to know what her plan was so I somehow stopped the urge. She then laid down on her back.

“Come mecidiyeköy escort on tiger, fuck me.”

I wasted no time in getting on top of her and putting my dick in her wet, lightly shaven pussy. At first it was hard but I kept going till I got most of it in.

“Oh my god, you’re so big.” She said. “This is as good as I thought it’d be.”

I started slow because I wanted to make this last forever. I just put my weight on my arms while I looked at the goddess below me with her face in the middle of mesmerizing pleasure and her boobs bouncing up and down while I fucked her. She looked so beautiful, she looked like an angel.

I pumped in her for about five more times before I had to cum. Knowing she wasn’t on birth control though and I knew better than to cum in her unprotected pussy. As I started to pull out to cum on her stomach, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my dick back in.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant.” I replied. “I thought we were too young. So I was going to pull out.”

“The hell you are. Listen here, you are mine. From now on you’re never gonna pull out. From now till one of us dies your gonna cum in my unprotected pussy. The only way I can make sure that your needs are met is to have sex with you. And there is no way I’m going to use protection, so it looks like you’re going to be the father of my child.” She said while moaning.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take of our kid while you keep going to school.” She said noting my worry. “This way I know that your grades will go up because I can keep an eye on you. And I’ll make sure in return for all that studying that you’ll get the best sex you ever had. Because I want a lot of kids and I don’t want us to ever stop making them, even when you’re in school.”

This made me horny as hell, knowing that this beauty wanted me to have a baby with her. Me, some normal shmuck, cumming inside this goddess anytime I want. Mating with her. It was too much.

“I’M CUMMING!” I exclaimed.

She just pulled me into her more with her legs, letting me do deeper. “CUM BABY, CUM. FILL ME UP WITH YOUR BABY JUICE. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH. I CANT WAIT TILL YOU GET ME PREGNANT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! OHHHH! I WANT TO BE ON MY BACK ALL THE TIME! I WANT TO BE YOUR BABY FACTORY!” she said while I was pumping my baby juice into her waiting cervix and eggs.

Finally, I pumped everything inside of her and fell on top of her. When I looked up, Cassie was smiling at me.

“How’d you like that tiger? Are you mine now?” she asked.

All I could do was nod.

“You going to go to any more parties?”

I shook my head while still sweating like crazy.

“You know I wasn’t kidding about having kids. I really do want a lot of children. And I want to start having them now. Are you ok with that?”

I nodded furiously.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. You know we’re not done yet. I want to make sure that I’m pregnant. ” She said with a wink. “I heard that the hornier a guy is the more semen he gives out during sex.”

“I don’t think you can get me hornier than this.” I said.

“Oh, really? Is that a challenge? Close your eyes and give me five minutes then.” She said.

I closed my eyes not knowing how can she could be more sexy than she was right now with her slamming body and my sperm dripping out of her pussy along her leg.

After what seemed like an hour I finally heard “You can open your eyes now.”

I looked up and saw her in a tight strapless red dress that seemed to be bursting out with the curves she had. But I felt like I remember that dress from somewhere. I remember someone wearing it to a cocktail party once. It was my mom’s!

“So you do recognize it? Does this turn you on?” she asked in her sexy voice.

“How did you know?” I asked.

Laughing, she said “You know that you never delete your internet history. I’ve known for a while that you like incest stories with mom and sons in them. Don’t worry about it, I think it’s hot.”

“You do?” I asked cautiously.

“Oh yeah, I mean it’s so forbidden it’s hot. So I stole your mom’s dress, panties and bra. Your mom and I are close so it wasn’t that hard. Everything I’m wearing now is your mom’s. Unfortunately everything is so tight on me, I need relief tiger.” She said “Do you want to role play with me as your mom?”

“YES!” I exclaimed in one of the easiest decisions in my life.

“Good that’s what I like to hear.” She replied. “Oooh, son you look so hot there lying naked. Would you like your mom to relieve you?”

“Yes mom please.” I said following along.

“Ok then honey. Just lay down and mommy will take care of everything. But you have to promise me one thing. Don’t cum in me ok? I’m not on birth control and we don’t want to have a baby, right hon?”

I nodded, ready to play along.

She took off her panties while keeping on my mom’s bra and dress. I have masturbated to that bra and panties so many times while my mom was away. I always wondered if my mom ever saw the cum stains when she came back from work. Cassie started kissing me on my mouth and then started kissing down in a straight line towards my dick. Once she got there she put it back in her mouth. But this time she only went down a few times before she came back up.

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“I know” Dene told me, alone in my bedroom. “I know about you and Chad this afternoon.”

The intensity of what happened just a couple of hours earlier had me wound tight, and I collapsed into tears, grabbing a pillow to muffle my sobs so I wouldn’t alarm my folks. I REALLY didn’t want to explain. I didn’t even want to talk to Dene, my best friend in the world, but that seemed inevitable now. Just before dinner, I’d been in Dene’s room having a thundering orgasm with her brother’s wrist locked between my thighs. Then I’d jacked him off and, not quite knowing how to manage his pulsing dick, sprayed his cum on my back, my throat and my forehead, then all over him.

It was a bunch of firsts for me. It was the first time any boy had made it to third base with me; it was the first time BeeBe (Chadwick Preston) had ever touched any naked part of me; it was the first time I’d ever touched a cock; it was the first time I’d seen a guy cum; it was the first time I’d tasted cum and especially, it was the first time I’d seen, felt or tasted “pre-cum.”

“Kath, honey, it’s OK. Really. It’s OK” Dene said as she moved to put her arm around me. “You and Chad have had this coming for years, and you know that’s true.”

“But I DON’T know that’s true, Dene! Chad and I haven’t even kissed! What have I DONE! He’s like my brother too, except without all the battles you guys have. I’ve screwed that up, and it’ll never, ever be the same. I could just die.”

“Well, you may have screwed Chad, but the way I see it you haven’t screwed UP anything.”

“What?! NO!! I didn’t screw Chad! Dene-did he tell you that!?”

“He didn’t have to honey-I was there! I heard you!”

“Oh my God! Where were you.? And no-you’ve got the screwing part wrong. He didn’t even have his fingers up me. Wait-just tell me what you heard and what you saw.”

“Ok-Mom dropped me and went on to the grocery. Good thing too, because when I came in, I heard you screaming your head off. Well, kinda screaming. You were making “Big O” noises. I mean exceptionally big and loud “Big O noises.” I’ve had some doozys with mom’s vibrator, but you sounded like you were going into orbit! And in my damn room!”

I started to tear up again “Wait, wait-I was just teasing a little. That part’s OK. In fact it’s all OK. I heard you tell Chad you had, how did you say it: The most spectacular orgasm in history.”

“Oh, God, you did hear us.”

“Petey, that’s what I’m telling you! I heard you offer to jack off Chad. That part Im a little confused about, because I can’t believe any guy could pop your cherry and not cum before you did. And then I saw you both bail out of my window when Mom pulled into the garage. So you really didn’t screw?”

“No! We didn’t screw, we didn’t kiss, he didn’t feel me up. I didn’t even have my blouse off!”

“Well, what the Hell? C’mon-dish!”

“OK. Well, not quite OK. You know how we’ve never lied to each other, and we’ve always stuck up for each other and never ever gossiped about our secrets?”

“Sure.”

“Well, Chad and I have kind of the same deal.”

“I know that too.” Dene said

“Huh? Whadya mean?” I asked, leaning on it a little bit. “What do you know and how about Chad and me?”

“OK-you know back when you surprised Chad after swim?”

“What the hell! How did you know that! I KNOW I never told you!”

“I know. You never told and I never asked you to. I thought it was kind of sweet and kind of gross that you and Chad could talk like two girls-or fındıkzade escort two boys-and share secrets and stuff. Fact was, I heard you two set up the deal. I pretended to be ignorant later, but I knew your deal from the beginning. I’ve heard you two talking sometimes when you thought the house was empty. Not much, but some. I never spied on you, but sometimes I was just there and heard. I mean, it was my brother, so talking about periods and Penthouse mags and who was doing who was a little gross, but I was also glad both of you could do that.”

“Holy Crap!”

“Yeah. There were a lot of times I wanted to fess up to you, but I couldn’t, really, without letting it slip that I’d known all along. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“Dene, I thought you’d be mad at me! And I guess I’m more relieved than mad at you. But anyway, I don’t think I can tell you about what happened without at least telling Chad. And really, I think he needs to know you’ve got the scoop on us. I think we all three need to talk. Can we go out for, oh, crap, I don’t know what to make up.”

“This is gonna be wierd. But yeah, maybe all three of us. How about we all just go for a walk. Shouldn’t be anyone at the park shelter by now, so we could sit there for a while.”

Dene collected Chad with some effort. He was feeling as guilty and scared as I was, and didn’t want to go anywhere. Dene forced the issue by threatening to ask him in front of their folks why she saw him bailing out of her window. When I walked out to meet them, he looked like he wanted to melt into the sidewalk.

“BeeBe,” I said, using our childhood nickname for him “don’t look so worried. We all have a lot to talk about.”

We walked in silence to the park. It was about 5 blocks away, so we all had time to do a little silent thinking along the way. Blessedly, the shelter was deserted. It was even getting on past twilight, so unless you were pretty close, you really couldn’t see us. We settled in on one of the picnic tables.

“You two don’t look like either one of you wants to start, so let me open things up” Dene said.

“Wait.” I said. “Chad-Dene heard us this afternoon.” Even in the dim light, I could see Chad’s face blaze with embarassment. “And it’s OK with her.” “And one more thing-she knows about our deal, right from the very start when we made our deal. And she’s OK with that too. What I want to do is tell her exactly what happened this afternoon, but I won’t do that if you don’t want me to. She thought we screwed, and I corrected her on that, but I haven’t said anything else yet.”

“Dene!” shoulted Chad, “You were spying on us?? What the Hell! Why would you do that! I mean I get you spying on me but Kathy is…”

“BeeBe-Stop!” I said. “It’s not like that. And really, it’s a good thing it was Dene by herself and not with your mom. We just weren’t as alone as we thought we were-more than once, as it turns out. The bottom line is that Dene and I are both OK, and I think you will be too. Please-just hear me out, and then I’ll do whatever you think is right.”

With a lot of effort, Chad took a deep breath and said: “Okay-shoot.”

“Okay-here’s the deal. Dene knows how close we are. She was already upstairs and heard our deal, and she’s heard some of our conversations. I’m wierded out more than you can imagine over what happened to me this afternoon, and you and Dene are the only people in the world I trust enough to talk to. AND I’m petrified that I’ve screwed up what maslak escort you and I have. I want to tell Dene at least why were were in her room and what happened. OK?”

“OK,” Chad sighed, “but you haven’t screwed anything up. I’m pretty sure I did, though.”

“What?!? No!” “Chad-you were wonderful! I love you so mu…” Oh, God. What did I just blurt.

“Toldja so” Dene smiled. “You guys have been in love for years-you just wouldn’t say it. Good for you, Kath!”

“I meant, you know, like a brother” I stammered.

“I don’t thiiiiiiinnnkk soooooo!” Dene crooned. “But let’s get to that in a while. What on earth went on this afternoon!”

So I told her. Told her about researching pre-cum, about Chad’s teasing offer to show me, my calling him on it, our awkward shedding of skirt, pants and underwear and finally, about my astonishing reaction to tasting Chad’s pre-cum. She listened wide-eyed as I admitted the thundering, high-volume orgasm I’d had was triggered entirely by seeing and tasting Chad’s few, shining drops of pre-cum. She already knew I’d jacked him off-even found a few wet spots on her bedspread. She wasn’t especially happy about that, but it seemed like small potatoes now and she let it go.

“OK! Awesome!” Dene said. “Hun, if you can trigger something as spectacular as what I heard this afternoon just by licking a little pre-cum, you’ve got a freaking gift!! You’re on the front end of something you’ll love all your life! OK,” she went on, “I know all I need to know for now, but you two have some talking to do. And if you really haven’t ever kissed, I’d highly recommend some of that too!” And she walked off.

I looked over at Chad. There were tears running down his cheeks.

“BeeBe?”

“Oh, Petey-I love you too.” He wrapped his arms around me, and my tears streamed too. Finally, we stopped shaking and took Dene’s advice. Chad kissed me deeply and I felt my self getting wet for the 2nd time in the same day. I felt his dick stiffening in his shorts and stepped sideways to interleave our legs. Still standing, I began pressing my crotch into his thigh. He began a little rocking motion, pushing his cock against my upper thigh. His hands moved down and began to caress my ass. It was completely dark now-the night was warm-and I was on fire.

“BeeBe?”

“Um-hm”

“That feels really good.”

“Um-hm.”

“BeeBe?”

“Um-hm.”

“I’d like you to unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra.”

That froze him. For just a second. Then, with amazing dexterity for a guy whose cock was about to rip the zipper out of his shorts, he was through all my buttons and hooks and my puckered nipples were rolling between his fingers.

“Umm-Janie taught you pretty well, huh?”

“Well, she gave me lots of opportunity to practice!”

“Sorry I can’t fill your hands like she can,” I said, referring to my 34B chest.

“God, Petey, I can’t even describe how playing with your tits gets to me. There aren’t any more perfect titties in the world, and I love seeing you.

“Mmmmmm,” I said, reaching down and stroking his dick through his shorts, “you’re better with handling my tits than Hank, but he’s pretty good at kissing them. Let’s see if you’ve got him beat there too.”

Chad was better. I unzipped his shorts.

“Chad? Am I really the first girl to touch your cock?”

“Absolutely. And I can’t wait for you to be the second one too.”

My hand slipped inside his underwear.

“Ahhhhhhh-just topkapı escort like that!”

“Chad? I want you to be my first. You think anyone will see us here?”

“You mean–“

“I don’t want to be a virgin any more BeeBe.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I care if somebody sees us-if fact, I think I’d feel the same way in broad daylight!”

We didn’t use words for a while. I dropped down and pulled his dick from his shorts and took it straight into my mouth. I could taste pre-cum on the tip and the thought flooded my panties. I took the hint, stood up to strip off my shorts and panties, and sat on the edge of the picnic table. Chad kneeled in front of me and began to lick my slit. He smiled up at me and said: “Gotta keep things fair, right?”

“Chad? I could take this for a long time, but if you’re ready, so am I.”

Chad stood slowly, kissed each breast, kissed my lips lightly, then deeply. I could taste my juices on his tongue and feel my slickness on his cheeks. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, and gently eased it in.

It was over before I wanted it to be, but later than I figured it might be. I was beyond certain we’d work at the techniques we’d read about in clandestine magazines and books and listened to from locker room experts. I didn’t cum this time-but I was kind of relieved. I wasn’t sure I could take another one! Chad made up for it. His orgasm seemed to last for hours and he pumped a load into me that was still running out as we rounded the last block toward home. He kept apologizing for the mess-but I loved it!

“Hey you two!” Dene said, joining us for the last block. “Thought it would look better if we all got back at the same time.”

“Thanks, Sis. In fact, thanks for everything tonight.” He put an arm around her shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I love you a lot.”

“Hug her, you lunk!” I said. “Tonight is a turning point for all 3 of us, and it wouldn’t have happened without Dene.”

He did. Then I did. Then we all 3 hugged. Chad headed into his house while Dene and I walked into my house together, checked in with my folks, and headed to my bedroom.

“Well?” said Dene.

I smiled. “You’ve got the virgin market cornered, hon.”

“All RIGHT! Good for both of you! Can I let Chad know I’m in the loop?”

“I think he’ll be OK with that. But I think I’ll keep the play-by-play between Chad and me. It was a night I’ll never EVER forget-not a single moment, kiss or lick!”

“Ooooooh. Nuts. But OK-I won’t bug you for more. Lick? Hey, at least tell me who licked what!”

“Ok-a little detail. He licked my titties and sucked my nipples, and he was WAY better at it than Hank. I joked that Janie had taught him really well, and he said he like my little bitties better than her whoppers. Not sure if I really believe that, but he sure knew what to do with them.”

We traded a few more stories about former boyfriends, their skills, our adventures and sex in general. Dene didn’t bug me for any more specifics about losing my cherry.

It was late when our excitement ran down a little bit and Dene stood to leave. We hugged once more and then Dene kissed me. She was aiming for my cheek, I think, but I wasn’t tuned in and was heading for her cheek when our lips met in the middle. Kind of automatically, my lips parted and I tongued her. We both dropped the embrace and looked at each other wide-eyed.

“Well, I guess this is really a one-of-a-kind night!” Dene said, pausing, looking into my eyes. Then she planted one on me, very much on purpose, slipping ME the tongue. I stiffened for a minute, then returned the deepness.”

“Bye, now” she smiled, breaking off and turning. “Lover” she added over her shoulder.

Christ. Wet again. Third time!

-continued

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Brenda’s First Date

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Disclaimer: Brenda is eighteen, Charlotte is thirty-nine, Frank is forty-seven, Jack is nineteen, Adella is eighteen, Frank’s friend is forty-two, Pastor Brown is fifty-five, Frances is nineteen, Lacey is eighteen, Geraldine is thirty-eight, Mrs. Judith Bloom is thirty-two, Mrs. Sarah Bloom is forty, Mr. Bloom is forty-five, Mrs. Applegate is forty-one, Mrs. Flint is thirty-seven, Ben is nineteen, and Prince Albert is dead. The term “teenager” applies to people whose ages are thirteen through nineteen, inclusive.

Brenda came home from high school and slammed the kitchen door, even though her mother Charlotte had told her at least a thousand times not to. Brenda’s father Frank was still at work in the city, and wouldn’t be home for hours yet, probably not till very late. Charlotte was at home for her daughter, of course, since she only did her volunteer work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and this was a Friday afternoon. Here in Plainville, most families were well-off enough that the mothers were able to stay home to take care of their children after school, fortunately for the children.

“Mom, Mom, I’ve got the best news! You remember that boy Jack Adams that went with me and my friends to the movies last week?” Brenda’s voice was filled with enthusiasm, and Charlotte knew that whatever Jack Adams might mean to Brenda now, it was something well worth her while to find out.

“Sure, dear. What about him?”

Brenda told her in an exaggerated stage whisper. “Don’t tell anyone yet, but he’s asked me to go parking with him.”

“Wow,” said her mother. “That really is news.” It would be Brenda’s very first date with a boy. “Do you like him?”

“Of course I do. I mean I don’t just like him, I like him like him.”

Charlotte smiled internally at Brenda’s typically teenage way of speaking. She decided to play dumb, just to help her daughter be a little less self-centered for a change.

“Oh. And does that mean you are going to say yes?”

Sometimes mothers could be so dense. “Mo-om! I already did! That is if it’s all right with you?”

“Well, I thought so. Never mind, sit down and tell me all about it.”

Brenda sat down at the kitchen table with her mother. She changed her tone from enthusiasm to concern.

“Mom, you know, when I was having pleasure with Adella Tucci last Tuesday after school?” Brenda hesitated, apparently not sure how to go on: Charlotte decided to just listen carefully.

“Yes? Did everything go well?”

“Oh, sure …. But that’s not what I meant. She told me that it’s a mortal sin to do anything sexual with a boy. Mom, is that really true, or was she just pulling my tits?”

Charlotte was shocked by her daughter’s use of vulgar slang. “Brenda, don’t you use language like that with your mother.” Brenda hung her head in silent apology. After a short pause, Charlotte relented. “But to answer your question, yes, it probably is a sin — for her.”

“Re-eally?”

Charlotte wasn’t sure if Brenda was being serious or subtly sarcastic. She chose to treat the question as a serious one that deserved a serious reply.

“Yes, really. That’s because the Tuccis are Pathoricks, honey. It’s against their religion for a woman to have pleasure with a man unless she’s married to him. Or at least engaged.”

“That must be hard on Pathorick boys and men, Mom.” Brenda sounded amazed.

“Well, I suppose it is.” Of course, there was no reason for Pathorick boys or men to abstain from pleasure with women of other faiths, and Charlotte knew very well that most of them didn’t. She smiled at the memory of a certain friend of Frank’s who had brightened up a tedious week while Frank was away on a business trip. Charlotte also suspected that Frank had enjoyed the company of a colleague’s wife, or perhaps a co-ed or two, while he’d been away, but she felt quite secure that he would always be faithful to her.

Brenda smiled a bit wickedly. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing for them, then, that most of the people in this country are Protestors. We believe the Bible means what it says about ‘uncovering nakedness’, right Mom?”

Charlotte knew that Brenda knew the answer perfectly well from Sunday school and the preaching of Pastor Brown, but it never hurt when dealing with a teenager to reinforce the message.

“That’s right, dear. So you make sure that your friend Jack doesn’t get carried away and actually uncover your privates.”

Brenda replied promptly, “Oh, I’m sure he won’t, Mom.”

Charlotte thought about Jack çapa escort for a moment and what she knew about him. She didn’t actually have serious cause to worry about his morals, after all. “Well, he has been well brought-up, that’s true — I know his mother well. Very well, in fact.”

“Mo-om!” That was way more than Brenda wanted to know!

Charlotte didn’t reply, and Brenda reverted to her earlier serious mood. “Umm, I know because of what Pastor Brown says Jack can’t, umm, do cunnilingus on me. That would be uncovering, wouldn’t it?”

So Brenda still felt it necessary to ask rhetorical questions. The poor dear must be nervous, Charlotte thought, and desperately trying not to show it. “Of course.”

Brenda hesitated a long time before her next remark. “But there’s a problem.”

Charlotte felt a rush of concern for her daughter. “What’s that, dear?”

Brenda twisted her hands together. “I can’t come, I mean have an orgasm, from mast — mast –“

Charlotte felt a smile internally, but carefully didn’t allow any trace of it to show on her face. She must not allow her daughter to think her mother was laughing at her. “Masturbation, dear. Really? I mean, are you sure?”

Brenda switched from hesitation to rush. “I’m sure, Mom. I mean, Frances tried it and so did Lacey, and then Adella, and even Mrs. Tucci tried, but –“

Charlotte raised one eyebrow, and decided to change the subject slightly, to try to build some rapport between herself and her daughter. “You had pleasure with Adella’s mother? And how was she?”

Brenda’s rush of words went on, though their topic was successfully diverted. “Pretty good, I mean, she had lots of enthusiasm even if I could tell she hasn’t had so many partners. I can’t imagine why, she’s really pretty.”

Charlotte agreed that Geraldine Tucci was really pretty. Still …. “But she wasn’t able to satisfy you?”

Brenda thought about it for a minute. “Not really. I mean, it felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it just didn’t build up to an orgasm, and I could tell it never would, not in a million years. I ended up having to masturbate myself instead.” Brenda blushed.

Charlotte immediately spotted the blush and hastened to reassure her emotionally vulnerable teen. “Well, that’s not so uncommon. All women aren’t alike in what they enjoy and what they’d like to experience.” She reached out to put her hand on top of her daughter’s knotted hands and was rewarded by seeing Brenda’s face lift a little, perhaps also at being referred to as a woman by her own mother. “But with cunnilingus you have no problem?”

At that question, Charlotte un-knotted her hands and actually smiled. “Not a bit, Mom. When I’m feeling all stoked up, it usually only takes a few minutes. Especially when it’s with someone like Mrs. Applegate or Mrs. Flint.” Brenda named the women of the two immediately neighboring families. “I mean, they really, really know how it’s done.” Brenda had wished that Mrs. Tucci would learn “how it’s done,” too, but of course it wasn’t a teenager’s place to try and teach her. “My friends are awfully sweet, but they just don’t have the same kind of experience, I guess.”

It was Charlotte’s turn to smile wickedly. “Or the same tongue and jaw strength?”

“Mo-om!”

Charlotte paid no attention to this remark. It was no more than she could expect after teasing her daughter so. “Of course, Pathoricks have the same liberties to pleasure between women that we do — even with all their rules, their church can’t claim that the Bible has a word to say against it.” Charlotte continued: “On the other hand, Yewish and Nuslim married women only share pleasure with their sister-wives and of course their husbands.”

“I know, Mom. I asked Mrs. Bloom if she would do me once, and she said no, she couldn’t. But she did give me a kiss and call me a hot little shiksa. What’s a shiksa, Mom?”

“I don’t know, honey.” Charlotte really didn’t: she didn’t have any close Yewish friends, as it happened. “Perhaps you should ask their son Benjamin. He’ll be sure to know.”

Brenda nodded, but with the mental reservation that there was simply no way she was going to ask Ben Bloom anything at all. It would be just too too embarrassing. After all, he was a track star, and she was just an ordinary school nobody.

Charlotte belatedly thought of something. “Brenda, do you mean Mrs. Judith or Mrs. Sarah?”

Brenda’s voice and face showed how scandalized she was. “Mom, puh-leeze! fatih escort Can you even imagine going to bed with Mrs. Sarah Bloom? I mean really. I don’t see how her husband could stand her, never mind anyone else. She’s just too, well, bossy!” Brenda wondered if the Blooms’ marriage was like the story of Leah and Rachel in the Bible. Except that Mrs. Judith certainly wasn’t barren; in fact, most of the Bloom children were hers.

Charlotte privately agreed about the senior Mrs. Bloom, but considered that it was her duty to make sure her daughter was properly respectful of her elders. “Now that’s quite enough on that subject from you, young lady!” After a pause, she went on, “Mrs. Sarah I’m sure is very attractive to the right kind of person. I wonder if Mr. Bloom –“

Brenda interrupted her mother, something she almost never did. “Mo-om!” She definitely did not want to think about Mr. and Mrs. Bloom in that way.

Again, Charlotte let the implied disrespect go. Since the conversation seemed on the whole to be going so well, she decided to raise another topic of concern, though she carefully schooled herself to be sure her concern didn’t show in her voice or face. “I hope you haven’t been mixed up with any of those Slickan girls at your school, have you? I mean, the ones that dance around the Maypoles and all that?”

Brenda’s answer was immediate and very reassuring. “For sure not, Mom. My friends say, if you share pleasure with Slickan girls, the next thing you find yourself doing is sharing with Slickan boys.” Boys who even did very, very forbidden things with each other sometimes, as Brenda had heard in whispers from her friends, though she wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. Her mother nodded for Brenda to go on. “I mean, one thing just naturally leads to the other, doesn’t it? And then — well, you’re ruined, aren’t you. You wind up participating in all their wild orgies, and you lose your special relationship with God.”

Charlotte was very relieved to hear her daughter toeing the line with such obvious sincerity. “That’s right, dear. And believe me, no matter what your friends may hear, Slickan boys aren’t any better at sex than Abrahamic boys. What’s more, they don’t have any special improvements in their anatomy, either.” Charlotte had heard from some of her more adventurous woman friends that that wasn’t entirely true, but there was no reason why her little Brenda should have to learn about Prince Alberts — just yet.

“Mo-om!” As if!

Now it was Brenda’s turn to raise a point of concern, harking back to her earlier discussion of her “problem”. “Mom, if Jack winds up not being able to make me come, should I — you know — pretend? Make him believe he has? I don’t want to hurt his feelings, he’s such a nice boy.”

Charlotte’s reply was immediate and firm. “Oh no, dear. You must never do that.”

“Not even if he never found out?”

Charlotte used the line that had worked so well with Brenda in the past for any sort of moral issue involving deception. “Even if he never knew, you’d know.”

Brenda’s face showed clearly that she remembered past conversations. “Well, I guess so. I won’t do that, then. After all, it’s not like I have to have an orgasm to share pleasure, I guess.” Brenda thought once more of Mrs. Tucci and how sweet it had been to lie with her.

“And it’s no way to start a relationship with a boy, lying to him. So he has to know the truth. If he really cares about you, and it’s serious, he’ll be able to wait until marriage.”

“Mo-om! I hardly even know him!”

Well, perhaps that was a little premature, Charlotte thought. It didn’t do to allow one’s hopes to run away with one.

And so the conversation went, talking of this and that, sharing a few little secrets and a bit of harmless gossip, until Charlotte noticed the kitchen clock. “Well, it’s time for Jack to come — I mean get here — ” Charlotte had made the slip deliberately, and winked at Brenda. “– pretty soon. I’m really glad we had this little talk. I’m so proud of you — my girl’s becoming a woman.” Charlotte beamed at Brenda, who returned her gaze with a happy and anticipating expression with just a trace of nervousness.

“Thanks, Mom.” Brenda’s tone expressed a little more confidence than perhaps she actually felt.

“Are you going to wear your pretty placket dress that we bought together?” Charlotte referred to the centerpiece of a shopping expedition the two had made to the city about a month before, nişantaşı escort a beautiful long gown in golden-yellow artificial silk with half-bra and thong to match.

Brenda tilted her head to one side. “Of course, silly Mom. I wouldn’t want to make things hard for him, after all.” The plackets would allow her date to have easy access to her body without any risk of “uncovering”. Some of the more daring girls in Brenda’s school actually wore slitted dresses on dates, but Brenda wasn’t so confident of her ability to keep matters under control as all that.

Charlotte said archly, “You wouldn’t? I thought you liked him liked him.”

“Mo-om!” Brenda shook her head rapidly. Sometimes her mom ….

* * *

Like the good boy — or fine young man, rather — that Charlotte knew he was, Jack brought Brenda home right on time, and even came in to meet her parents, who had of course waited up for her. His stay was brief and formal, and as soon as he left, Frank went up to bed, exhausted by his long day at work. Charlotte remained downstairs for a few minutes to speak with her daughter again.

“So how did it go, darling?” Charlotte didn’t really need to ask: the light in Brenda’s eyes and the irrepressible smile that kept breaking out on her lips was testimony enough to the success of her first real date.

Brenda bubbled with enthusiasm and happiness. “Oh, Mom, it was the most wonderful thing. And yes, he has the most wonderful “thing” too.” Brenda smiled wickedly, this time more than just a bit. “We spent so much time just talking, about all kinds of things, what we like and don’t like, and what we have in common, and kissing — and oh, Mom, he is a dreamy kisser, really soft and gentle at first — I never thought a boy could be so gentle, and then wow, much more passionate, he really roused me. And he called me the sweetest names and things.” Brenda hesitated for just an instant, and then continued. “And — and then he opened the glove compartment of his car and got out this little thing — he called it a magic wand, and it really is! He plugged the wire on it into the cigar-lighter on the dashboard, and he used the wand on me — and I came, over and over and over again.” Brenda had in fact had tears running down her face with the intensity of her passion, but there was really no reason to tell her mother every single detail, was there?

Charlotte had vaguely heard of such sexual toys, but hadn’t actually expected to encounter one so close to home. She decided that a blunt question was in order. “A magic wand? He didn’t put it in you, did he?”

Brenda chuckled softly, with a slight edge of having for once gotten one-up on her mother, but then her tone turned entirely serious. “Oh no, Mom, of course not. Don’t worry, I’m going to be a virgin when I marry, whether it turns out to be Jack or not. I know it’s too soon to tell if it’s true love or just sexual desire I’m feeling.” Brenda reverted to pure teenager. “And it’s not really shaped like a presti — prestidigitator’s wand anyway.” Brenda grinned. “No, he just touched my labia and my clit — ” Charlotte frowned for a moment at this vulgarity, and Brenda hastily corrected herself. “I mean my clitoris. Oh, and on my nipples too. It made them pop up just like that!”

Charlotte felt her own body tingling just a little bit at this description, but she kept her voice simply warm and interested. “I see. And were you able to do anything for him?”

“Oh yes, Mom. He was so kind to me, I guess he could tell easily enough it was my first time, and he guided me through masturbating him — see, I learned to say it!” Brenda looked proud. “And I even did a little bit of fellatio as well, although I wasn’t able to finish him off that way. I guess I might need some more jaw strength too.” Mother and daughter shared a silent moment of mutual amusement. “But he was definitely satisfied — I’m so, so glad I remembered to take a handkerchief so none of his seed could spill on the ground, like Onan’s in the Bible story. Well, really the floor of his car, but you know what I mean.”

Charlotte was proud of her daughter’s forethought, and showed it. “Wonderful, darling. Just wonderful. I’m so happy for you.”

“But the magic wand, it vibrated you know, and it brought me so much pleasure, I could hardly stand it. One orgasm just wasn’t anywhere near enough. It was the very best sexual experience I’ve ever had.” Brenda paused for a moment, and then continued in the tone of one adult woman to another. “You really should try it out, Mom.”

Charlotte raised both eyebrows this time. Her daughter was growing up, but wasn’t quite grown up yet. Time to reassert herself, but without bruising Brenda’s newfound self-esteem. “Oh? And do you really think Jack would be interested in an old lady like me?”

“Mo-o-om!!”

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