BJ on First Street

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He was 43, 6’4″, Scandinavian, Californian, grabby from second one after meeting, involuntary facial tick on the left side of his face, shifty, not as tight as I had hoped, thinks himself clever, all about that bass, divorced, daughter, recovering alcoholic.

So of course we met at a bar. Where else do AA-attending folks meet first dates? Wine and water, respectively.

Normal pleasantries for an hour or so. He gives me a weird stalker, rapey vibe. I get a text from my ladies that they want to have a drink in an hour, and I gladly accept.

I walk him back to his car parked on First Street downtown. I ask him to make out a little. I’m both turned on by the possibility of touching his wide shoulders and seeing his tattoos as I am nervous about being abducted and ass raped.

He opens the passenger-side door and puts the seat down as far as possible. I climb in and he follows. Heavy petting action with two 6’+ adults is exciting yet frustrating. The exhilaration of feeling like a naughty şişli escort teenager gets me wet.

He pulls up my dress and rubs his hard cock against my panties. More wet.

He tells me to turn over and gasps at both my ass and my tats.

“Oh my god, I’m going to see that ass again.”

He just confirmed it in my mind.

We stop momentarily and he opens the door and exits. Standing on the street, he unzips his fly and I pull out his hard cock. His chest is pressed against the top of the open car, and with the door shielding him from one side, I take his cock in my hand and then in my mouth.

I get his shaft wet and then suck on the head while giving him a hand job all in unison.

I look up and he’s looking back and forth down the street to watch for passersby.

I switch up and fondle his balls while taking him in as deep as possible. He has a hard time watching out.

My phone rings and I let it go to voicemail.

Remembering incirli escort I am an upstanding member of this community, I stop after a few minutes. The fun and adventure was had.

He drives me around the corner to the wine bar where I plan to meet my friends. Before I exit, I return the call from one of my girls that I’m going to meet. He yells loudly during my call.

“Sorry she didn’t answer. She had a dick in her mouth on First Street!”

I burst out laughing, end the call, say goodnight and walk to the bar. I get a glass of wine and am sitting, waiting for my friends.

“Technically, if I come pick you up it would be a second date.”

“‘Good try, clever guy, but nope!”

“Pulled over. Look down the street.”

“Nope. Sitting with a glass of wine waiting for my ladies to turn up. Jesus! When was the last time you had sex?!?”

“This afternoon.”

“Let me clarify…with someone other than yourself. Speaking of which, merter escort I very much appreciate you perfuming your cock. You tasted clean and fresh and lovely.”

“At least you know I’ll last extra long. I guess it’s your call. I’ll spend the night and leave early in the morning. I’ll fuck you in the morning too.”

“I think I’ve already made the call. I do want to fuck you, just not tonight.”

“Still here, maybe your girls need to help push you to make a bad decision to lead to a great time.”

“Ok creeper! You are now losing points…”

“Take one of those pills that make you chill.”

“Hilarious! Ok now I like you more.”

“Well you can imagine my relief.”

“You haven’t even begun to imagine anything with me, darling…I think sky is gonna be the limit…what’s beyond the sky?”

“My butt hole is beyond the sky.”

“The fact that you welcome things in your butt makes me so horny for you…”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“No, darling, not everyone wants things in their butt. Esp straight guys, but you continue to intrigue me which is fantastic. I’m often bored. I have enjoyed fingers in my butt, dicks not so much but again I’m out exploring. You’d have to promise to be gentle with me.”

“I promise to only make you scream in pleasure.”

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Aunt Em Ch. 01

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This story is set in the summer of 1968. The events have remained a secret since that time but as the lady in question is now dead it feels right to make them public, although her name has been changed to respect her anonymity.

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Auntie Em had never married and was an only child. I call her “Auntie” and did so for all my life ( except when we were alone together as you will discover later ) but in truth she was my mother’s cousin. My grandmother was the younger sister of her mother. She was only a year or two older than my mum and as they lived very near to one another they had grown up almost as sisters. They went to the same school and did all the things sisters do and although when they left school their jobs took them in different directions they still met up at weekends, went dancing, went on holiday to the seaside together and shared the first stages of womanhood together.

In the late 40’s my mum had met and married my dad and Auntie Em had been her bridesmaid and although my mum and dad had set up home in the next town Auntie Em was still kept a close part of our family. That continued throughout our lives until a year or two ago when she died and I was the executor of her small estate.

Auntie Em’s father had died at a fairly young age and she lived at home with her mother until she too had died in the early 60s leaving the small terraced house to Auntie Em. By the time of her mother’s death Auntie Em was already in her early forties and in many respects life seemed to have passed her by. She had given up any chance of marriage and a family of her own to look after her mother and seemed content in that choice. I can never recall a time in my childhood when she had had male companions and if I had known of those things then I would possibly even have questioned her sexuality.

She had her work and kept her small house neat and tidy. She had a small circle of female friends who were either widows or women in a similar situation as herself and she saw a lot of my sister and I which seemed to fill the void of having no children of her own. We always seemed to be her favourites among the various children in our enlarged family. My grandmother had been one of 12 children and so there were plenty of family around but we always seemed to be the ones chosen for little treats etc.

Auntie Em was a little over average height for a woman and quite slim, in fact a little over-slim in my opinion. She seemed to have given up any pretence of attracting a man’s eye as she hardly ever wore make up or wore her hair in a style which might impress. Her hair and clothes were usually a little old fashioned and gave the impression of someone who chose her clothing and her appearance for comfort rather than impact.

She was not unattractive but by 1968 she looked every bit of her 50 years and though there had been times in my adolescent years when I had used her as a fantasy older woman to assist me in getting hard and masturbating it was only on very rare occasions. There were a lot of much more attractive older women around who were much higher in my fantasy league table as I played with myself before drifting off to sleep.

It was June 1968 and I had left school following my “A” level exams and was passing the summer weeks awaiting my results and the hopeful entry into university that autumn. I had devoted a lot of the past years to study in an attempt to better myself from my working-class background and girls had taken a back seat a lot of the time. I went to a male-only school but there had been girlfriends and dates and some instances of adolescent fumblings with girls in my area who seemed just as curious as I to find out what sex was all about. But at the age of 18 I was still a virgin and beginning to get a bit self-conscious of the fact as the chance to go out into the big wide world came closer. Most of the girls I had encountered seemed taksim escort willing enough to start along the road of discovery but reluctant to take that final step.

Looking back I hear people talk of how liberated the Sixties were, free love etc. All I can say is that none of that free love ever came my way — at least not until Auntie Em lent a hand.

Auntie Em lived in the next town, but for a young, fit guy like me it was only 10 or 15 minutes walk away, especially if I ignored the main road and cut through the country lanes and paths. Mum and Dad had decided that it would be a good thing for me to spend some time helping Auntie Em get her house in shape before the winter. It would keep me out of mischief during the summer months and my Dad had promised to pay me and also to put some of my “wages” aside to supplement the grant which I would receive during my university studies.

Auntie Em’s house was a small and comfortable place but, with no man around to help, things had started to look a little tired. The walls were all wood-chip and anaglypta paper and were all in need of a coat of emulsion whilst there were lots of other little jobs to keep me out of mischief. And so arrangements were made between my Mum and Dad and Auntie Em.

Auntie Em worked at a cotton mill quite close to her home, starting at 6am and finishing at 2pm so that she was home by 2.15 or so. I was to have a key to let myself in each morning and get started on the jobs and then Auntie Em would be home to assess my work, discuss any changes and set out a schedule for the next day’s work.

And so there I was on the first Monday morning letting myself into my new work place. I quickly changed into my working outfit of t-shirt and old jeans and made my way upstairs to the front bedroom. It had been decided that I would start upstairs and work my way downwards and Auntie Em’s bedroom was the place chosen for my first painting job. The house had two bedrooms and Auntie Em had moved into the spare room to give me plenty of access to the walls and skirting boards etc.

The room was quite sparse and most of the furniture covered up. Clearly Auntie Em did not trust my painting skills. I got down to work and the walls soon began to look better already. Before I knew it my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime and so I tidied myself up as much as possible and tucked into the sandwiches etc that my mother had prepared. Soon it would be back to work and I figured that before I re-started it would be a good time to re-arrange the furniture a little so I could get at the wall behind the large double bed.

I dragged the bed to the other side of the room and then went to move the tallboy. It was quite heavy and I figured it would be easier to take out the drawers first. This proved to be the ideal solution but on removing the drawers I had my first encounter with Auntie Em’s underwear. They should have had no effect on me as they took up a couple of drawers of the tallboy . They were by no means provocative and as with the rest of her clothing they had clearly been purchased with comfort in mind rather than in the hope of arousing passion. And yet as this 18 year old began to touch them they were clearly having that effect. My cock began to harden as I stroked the bras and panties that lay before me and I soon found the pair of panties that attracted me the most — a floral pattern with some lace. I held them in my hand as I made the discovery that Auntie Em clearly wore stockings and a suspender belt — not unusual in a woman of her years — but a discovery which served to excite me even more. My cock was hardening at the thought of being in such close contact with an older woman’s underwear. In a flash my zip was undone and Auntie Em’s panties were sliding up and down my hard shaft as I reached a quick but satisfying orgasm. I took care not to etiler escort mess up Auntie Em’s panties and soon they were back in their drawer and I was back to work. I hoped I had left the drawers in a way that would not disclose the interest I had taken in their contents but more about that later.

Auntie Em was home by 2.15 and passed my efforts as more than satisfactory, made us both a cold drink and then got on with some housework before at about 5.30 I changed back into my street clothes and saying my goodbyes to Auntie Em I made my way home through the fields.

The next few days carried on just as the first. I finished Auntie Em’s bedroom and the spare room and was now on the stairs and landing. Auntie Em had moved back into her room and got it just how she wanted it but each day I found myself drawn to her underwear drawers and the inevitable need to choose a pair of panties and wrap them around my young hard cock as I imagined myself giving Auntie Em a serious seeing to.

On her return from work each day we had started to chat much more freely than ever before. We talked of my hopes for university and the future and lots of other things. She teased me about girlfriends and something in the manner of her voice made me sense that, somehow, she had realised the secret of my daily trip to her underwear drawers. Don’t ask me how but I sensed she was quite intrigued by the fact.

Suddenly one day whilst talking about girlfriends and other things she came right out with it.

“Are you still a virgin. John?”

I blushed and turned my eyes from her before confessing that I still was.

“Sorry to embarrass you like that. Don’t worry love, I’m still one too” she laughed.” I always found excuses to keep myself intact until the right man came along. But he never did. And I guess at my age it is now something that will never happen. My child-bearing years are behind me and I cannot imagine any man out there wanting to get saddled with an old spinster like me”

Somehow the fact that Auntie Em was still a virgin did not come as a surprise to me as I glibly replied ” It’s never too late Auntie Em and I am sure you would make some man very happy. Perhaps we should do something about things — together?”

My comment met a stony silence. Auntie Em gave me a disapproving look and I quickly changed the subject and then found an urgent piece of painting that needed attending to.

A few days passed by and I had almost forgotten our conversation. Auntie Em did not mention the subject again and I, for one, was glad that my suggestion seemed to have had no effect on our relationship. She arrived home from work that day and brought a cold drink up to the landing where I was working. After making some small talk about the difference the new paint was making she came out with something that had clearly been on her mind.

“Do you know what we were talking about the other day?” Auntie Em hesitated. ” About this virginity thing”

“Yes” I replied ” I am sorry if I offended you”

“Don’t worry John. It’s just I have been giving it some serious thought ever since. You don’t want to be going off to university in your present state and perhaps it would be one way of repaying you for all your hard work.”

Auntie Em clearly felt the need to make it appear that she was only doing her Christian duty in trying to resolve my problem but if it gave me the chance to have my way with her then who was I to argue.

“And anyway it’s about time I got to know what all the fuss is about. I think it’s something that might do us both a lot of good”.

It sounded so strange to think of Auntie Em talking like that. Perhaps there was a side to her I had never seen.

I was dumbstruck and did not know what to say. I was old enough to know that what was being hinted at was not in agreement with the Methodist beşiktaş escort way that both Auntie Em and I had been brought up but there was something that was becoming more appealing about her day by day. Especially as I worked my way through her underwear drawers.

With that nothing more was said until the following Monday. I carried on my work as usual and on Auntie Em’s return from work she announced that she had been talking with my parents over the weekend.

“They are taking your sister down to visit relatives in the Midlands next weekend. They leave on Saturday morning and get home on Monday. They have asked me to look after you so I suggested it might be easier if you stayed in my spare room for a couple of nights. I hope it was ok to suggest that?”

“Yes fine Auntie Em” I nervously stuttered.

“It will give us some time alone together and we can relax and see if we can get you sorted and ready for all the young women you are likely to meet at university. It’s a long time since I gave you a little treat. I thought you were too old for them now but this might be a treat we can share. Although it must always be our secret”

I nodded my agreement almost too nervous to speak. I had always imagined that I would lose my virginity to a girl of a similar age to myself, probably in the back of a car or in the park. The thought of losing it to a woman old enough to be my mother and in the comfort of her own home was a prospect that was both exciting and also a little scary.

“Just one more thing John” Auntie Em spoke in a voice that indicated the subject was not up for discussion. ” Over the weekend I want you to call me Emily. I don’t want to think of myself as your aunt. It might get in the way of things if you know what I mean. Is that ok?”

I again nodded my agreement. I was happy to go along with anything that meant getting hold of Auntie Em’s panties with her still inside them instead of my usual daily use of them.

“On Thursday evening you will have to lock up and leave before I get home. I am going to do a bit of shopping after work”

Auntie Em usually called on her way home to get a few things in each day but I sensed this was a little different.

” I have let my wardrobe get a bit out of date and I want to try and look my best for you at the weekend. It’s a very long time since any man saw even a hint of my underwear so I think something a bit more alluring is called for. Any special requests? ” she asked suggestively.

I sensed even more that she knew exactly what was happening in her underwear drawers whilst she was at work as I replied “Just whatever you feel good in Auntie Em”

She looked at me with disapproval. ” You had better practise the “Emily” for the weekend. I want to think of you as a man and not my nephew”

“I will Au……. Emily”

“Good” she smiled “Keep it up” — the double entendre was not lost on me as I intended to keep it up Auntie Em as often and for as long as possible over the coming weekend. And I hoped there would be a lot of “coming” too, for both of us.

The week passed quickly. I saw no hint of new underwear in Auntie Em’s drawers. She had either not made her new purchases or hidden them away to surprise me. As I said before, something told me that she was aware that male eyes and hands were prying into her own private world.

My mother was concerned about leaving me alone but happy that Auntie Em would be able to take care of me.

Auntie Em did not say another word about what lay ahead except on the Friday evening she gave me a little wink as she waved me good-bye and said she would see me on the Saturday morning once my parents had got away safely.

On the Friday evening my mother seemed a bit guilty at the thought of leaving me alone at the weekend.

“It’s not too late to change your mind and come with us” she said ” I am sure Auntie Em wouldn’t mind. She has seen rather a lot of you recently and might be glad of the rest”

“I promised to see to one or two things over the weekend” I hesitatingly replied, hoping that Auntie Em would be seeing a lot more of me over the weekend, and that I would see a lot more of her too.

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I tried to make the class environment a bit easier for Winter. She was just one of those girls. I gave her more leeway about not answering questions or raising her hand. If she came in looking as if she’d spent the better part of the night before without sleep, I didn’t raise too much of a fuss when her eyelids began to flutter. To be honest, Winter never fit in with the popular crowd or, really, any group in school. She wouldn’t fit in with the sorority girls in college, or later down the road, the perky mothers’ clubs that were all the rage for trendy new housewives these days. To be even more honest, I liked and admired her specifically for that reason.

Spring was in the air. The cherry blossoms were opening to reveal radiant pink splendor. The air was redolent with the sharp green fragrance of newly emerging grass, and my college-prep English class had been stricken with an acute case of senioritis.

While the halls of Mont Blanc High were more tense than usual with all the underclassmen cramming for exams, the senior class moved through the worried younger students like a hot knife through butter. Self-assured that their freedom was at hand, there seemed to be a collective gaiety about most of them. All but quiet Winter T. Melan.

She had made her way through her senior year alone. Just as she had done every day for the last three years.

She’d never seemed to be truly happy from what I’d observed during my fledgling career at Mont Blanc as the “sexy young English teacher.” The first two years had been spent getting to know my own teaching style, the other faculty, and just trying to keep organized and cool even when presented with the most difficult students.

This year, I tried to be friendlier in class and got out into the community more in an effort to meet some of the families behind the great—and not so great—kids I taught.

With just days remaining until graduation, I sat at my desk grading junior book reports. I thought about Winter’s journey through her senior year of school. In October, when the east coast was draped with heavy skies, Winter seemed to enjoy the gray and drizzle the way a beach bunny enjoys the endless heat and blue of a perfect summer day. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, I’d taken more of an interest in the quiet, bookish girl and longed to know more about her life and interests. She piqued my curiosity in much the same way a mystery novel would.

Winter lived on a farm and helped her mother bring in the various harvests from late spring to autumn. I’d try to make idle chatter with her when I stopped by the farmers market to pick up produce, maybe buy some squash and herbs and comment on the delicious produce they’d had grown this year. She’d merely offer me a solemn smile before returning her pretty nose to yet another book. Ms. Melan would give me cooking tips (I suppose being a young, single male allowed people to assume I was lacking in the kitchen, though my family was Portuguese and I’d been helping my mother cook since I could reach the stovetop). Winter would roll her pale blue eyes behind the pages of the latest horror or fantasy book she held.

She showed up for school after Halloween wearing a lovely opal pendant. I commented on it, and she turned bright red beneath the unruly mop of her ash blonde hair.

“Mom gave it to me for my birthday,” she mumbled, slinking past my desk to her customary seat in the back of the room. She risked a few more glances my way than usual that day. I imagined her dancing among the falling leaves, her lustrous hair glowing in fading autumn afternoon light, maples and oaks showering her with gold, amber, russet, and mahogany leaves as if sending their own greeting card to assure the waif she wasn’t alone on her special day.

There was gossip among the students that Winter’s mother had given her an unconventional upbringing, and that she was allowed to roam the acreage behind their old farmhouse and even camp out there for as long as she wanted. The more salacious bent to that rumor was that Winter did a lot of nude swimming and sunbathing in her solitary summer months, and though it was horribly unprofessional, I’d catch myself admiring her narrow bottom or small, perky breasts beneath her shirts. I wondered what she’d look like in various stages of undress. I’d even caught myself fantasizing about how sexy she’d look in nothing but a T-shirt.

During December and January’s firm frosty hold, the jocks and cheerleaders planned snowmobile trips, skiing trips, and many other merriments to enjoy the season. Winter lost her slight tan and seemed to withdraw more into herself, almost never offering comment or opinion on the latest work of Dickens or Shakespeare we were analyzing.

The first time I really saw a hint of the woman she’d quietly become happened on Valentine’s Day. fatih escort She arrived in class without her usual well-worn jacket and even more worn boots, tight jeans, and tighter T-shirt, opting instead for a red poet style blouse, flowing black skirt, red heels, and a pair of nude stockings. Her hair was pulled back into a tail and held in place with a black velvet bow. She had put on a hint of tinted lip gloss and a heady floral perfume.

It was amazing to see her entire face, for once not obscured by a hanging fringe of bangs. She was truly beautiful in a dainty way with her fine nose, small mouth, and positively hypnotic eyes. Even the delicate nose stud and silver eyebrow ring she wore seemed to suit her. She carried herself with more confidence, which the boys surreptitiously noticed when they thought no one was watching.

“Did you see Winter Melan’s transformation?” Kelly Vance, the art teacher gaped, as we happened to bump into each other in the lounge. “It’s like High Class for the Emo Lass got a hold of her. All that effort over some guy she met through an online friend of a friend. It’s so sad.”

I paused in the process of warming up some leftovers from the night before. “Why? I think she looks nice.”

“Oh, she does,” Kelly hastily agreed. “But the guy’s a sophomore at MIT. I talked to Jenna Melan at the grocery store a couple days ago. He’s supposed to pick up Winter and take her out on a date tonight. But you know these guys. He won’t show, or worse, he’s just out for a…” She trailed off with a meaningful lift of her eyebrows.

I bit my tongue. Winter’s mother probably gave the information to Kelly because the art teacher wouldn’t stop prying, which Kelly did with abandon.

Kelly sipped her flavored water and offered a sympathetic smile. “I feel so sorry for her not having enough friends that she feels she has to accept the first offer for a date she gets. At least my little Hannah has a lot of friends, and she’s only eight.”

Something in Kelly’s words rubbed me the wrong way. Yes, I felt bad for the girl. Not exactly sympathy, but rather I wondered how Winter maintained the strength she must possess to continue on every day dealing with all she did from the rest of the kids. She was very intelligent, attractive, and would make the right guy extremely lucky someday. To damn a girl who’s barely eighteen and do it with a smile was just more than I could take. I decided to pass on lunch and just walk around the halls. The usual chatter of the cafeteria echoed off the walls and seemed to fill the entire building. I had just passed the bathrooms and an exit hall when I saw a hint of red out of the corner of my eye.

Winter stood in the empty hall, back to the wall, nibbling a burrito she held in one hand and gazing starry-eyed at a picture on the cell she clutched in the other. The double indulgence of eating junk food (her mother was an out and proud health nut) and fantasizing over the presumed image of her date was an arresting sight. Here in this empty space, she must have felt comfortable enough to let down her guard. To dream like girls her age dreamed. To eat the same foods as her peers, bask in the same vitality of youth, and finally know the addictive pull of desire she’d apparently missed thus far.

The still of that moment lingered in my mind the next morning when I came to work and began sorting lesson plans and preparing transparencies. Madison and Kaylee, a couple of popular airheads, arrived in class first, all a-giggle about Winter’s apparently devastating evening.

“So what did he do?” Kaylee whispered, eyes sparkling as she chomped her gum.

Madison’s smile was vicious. “He said that if she didn’t want to hang and well … you know … give it up, she could get the fuck out of his room. She had to call her mother and tell her the truth about not being at dinner and a movie but at the guy’s dorm, and her mother went off when she got there. They got in a shouting match in the dorm parking lot.”

“Ooh shit! Why’d she have to be like that? I mean it’s just a two minute thing and then it’s over,” Kaylee said as she tossed her perfectly combed bottled-blonde hair out of her face.

“My man gives it to me for longer than two minutes. Speak for yourself.” Madison grinned, fiddling with her latest piece of jewelry from one of the jocks. “Shhhh! Here she comes!”

I was incensed at the pair’s laughs at Winter’s expense. I could only imagine how heart breaking it must have been for the girl, even if her naiveté had put her in an awkward and possibly dangerous situation. She was lucky not to have been drugged and raped for a laugh between the bastard and his friends.

Winter arrived with a small knot of students. She was back to her tight jeans, limp hair, and her eyes were very red, doubtlessly from a night of sobbing.

To emphasize their discomfort at her obvious distress, the kids in class gave her a wide berth, leaving an empty desk between Winter and themselves when they sat down.

“Good morning,” sarıyer escort I began, trying not to stare at the tiny girl who had pulled out her notebook and copy of A Tale of Two Cities as if on autopilot, flipping the book open to a random page and hiding behind it. “Who wants to sum up the class differences in this story, and how the Jacobin uprising compares to modern lower class upheaval?”

Class went on as usual, but an incident shortly before it ended set in motion the wheels of an unpredictable twist of fate that would bring Winter and me together, no matter how I tried to stay the proper course.

Winter had been doodling, apparently finished with the five essay question spread I’d handed out. Kaylee had been watching her intently. I don’t know precisely who started it since I wasn’t looking, but in an instant there was a shrill scream and collective gasp from the class followed by a crash and the slam of running feet toward the door.

From the eruption of instant chaos, I was able to discern that Kaylee had done something to infuriate Winter, and the pixie of a girl had launched herself at the curvy platinum blonde, landing a blow square at Kaylee’s nose. The girl’s hands were cupped over her bleeding nose, Winter’s desk was overturned, and the classroom door was open.

“Kaylee! Go see the nurse!” I ordered. “Everyone else, park your butts and wait. I’ll be right back.”

A couple of teachers stumbled out of their rooms over the commotion, but I frantically waved them back. Yes, we had a zero tolerance policy and I’d probably have to enforce it, but something had set Winter off, which wasn’t easy to do. I ran down past the cafeteria just in time to see her heading toward the exit.

“Melan!” I called.

She paused, backpack slung over one shoulder, her form hunched and quaking.

“Winter, come with me.”

“Fuck you!” She screeched, her voice choked with pain.

“Please. I don’t want to get anyone else involved here, but I will if you make me.”

Whirling on her heel, Winter confronted me with such a pained expression my heart seized up. All I could do was motion her to a nearby conference room and shut the door to give us some peace.

“Why’d you hit Kaylee?” A glare was her only response. “Miss Melan, I’m going to report this to the principal, but if you give me more info, maybe I can help you.” Her lower lip quivered. “Please. I know Kaylee is hard to handle sometimes.”

With bravery beyond her years, Winter dropped her bag and stared me in the face. Her eyes leaked reluctant tears, and she looked tiny and lost as she studied my eyes.

“Kaylee wrote something on her phone I would kill her for if I could. She’s a disgusting bitch, and if she says anything to me again, I’ll kick her ass. Screw zero tolerance.”

“What did—”

With a fortifying inhalation, Winter cut me off. “She said that I was nothing but a cold fish, and any guy who’s stupid enough to want me will get second thoughts and kill themselves just like my dad did.”

I took a step backward, my stomach twisting in knots at the horrifying statement delivered with such calm.

When I’d arrived to fill the available teaching post at Mont Blanc, Winter had been pretty much the same as she was now. I had never heard anything about her father’s suicide. I had just figured her mother was one of those free spirits who didn’t need a man around to help raise her daughter. The likelihood of a divorce or just an out of wedlock pregnancy had always been enough of a catch all reason for me, and it wasn’t my business to know for certain.

“Why did she say that?”

“Because I told her this morning that she needed to keep her mouth shut. Her brother knows the guy I met last night, and he told her what happened. She said she’d tell anyone she wanted, and I said the only time a whore like her needed to open her mouth was when Max Wilks unzipped his pants.”

I couldn’t help the smile that captured my lips for a brief instant. And the most amazing thing happened. Winter smiled back.

As I’d expected, Winter got a week of in-school detention, and Kaylee was cracking wise about the girl’s insanity and how the whole school was in danger of her snapping and taking them all out like “the creepy kids like her do in the news.”

With barely a handful of weeks left in the school year, I studied the change in Winter’s movements. She walked with a little more purpose. Her gaze was more intense, especially when she looked my way. And most of all, she had put the fear of corrective cosmetic surgery into Kaylee and her friends. They tried to keep as much distance between themselves and the girl as physically possible. She showed up in class and defiantly sat wherever she wanted, sometimes choosing to sit in the front row of desks and give me a brief conspiratorial smile when the popular girls arrived to find their usual seat had been taken.

It was the tender and ripe middle of spring when I began to realize Winter occupied more of my mind than was appropriate. maltepe escort Her favorite seat, as of late, was one in the far corner of the room near a window, sunlight slanting in to bathe her in radiance as she watched me from pensive eyes. The first big hint we’d grown closer than we should came that morning.

Second period students filed into the room. Winter took her seat, staring down Kaylee, Taylor, and Madison as they eyed her with contempt for taking the seats they’d wanted. Kaylee turned with an irritated toss of her silvery mane, muttering something under her breath and stamping further away

“I’m sorry Kaylee,” Winter piped up, most of the right side of her face hidden by her hair. “Would you repeat that?”

Kaylee stopped dead in her tracks, turning to glare at the girl from the perch of her expensive heels. “Shouldn’t you be home writing bad poetry, getting high, and slicing up your arms because the world doesn’t understand you?”

A titter came from Taylor as Madison’s eyes narrowed in a laughing smile.

“Nope,” Winter replied, leaning back in her chair so her lovely tits pressed against the fabric emblazoned with one of her favorite bands. “I had to come to school today in case your mom’s fancy insurance needs to blame an act of God to cover your fucked up nose. I can put more into the next blow if that’d help.” Winter actually began to favor Kaylee with the prettiest and most innocent smile. The first one I’d seen in weeks, and there was an edge to it that jolted my loins.

“Mr. Brandão!” Kaylee turned toward my desk in shock. “That was a threat! She’s so kicked out of this class!”

“Everyone sit down and open your books. Winter? Another comment like that one and you’ll be sent to the office. Understood?” For the briefest instant, Winter held my gaze, the edges of her little rosebud mouth curling in a subtle smile.

“Yes, Mr. Brandão.”

I tried to ignore the slight tingling in my balls at the sheer coquetry of that expression. The slight shift of her eyes and that smile, one that knew exactly what effect her words had on me, lingered in my mind like an afterimage on the retinas. It was very difficult to keep my thoughts from wandering for the rest of the period.

After work that day, I reclined on the sofa watching something drab on TV, my thoughts returning to Winter’s eyes and that playful smile. Damn but she was beautiful. Yes, she made the best effort to pass off that whole Emo look, but under the unkempt hair, tight clothes, and prop glasses she wore from time to time, she was nubile and alluring. I felt like the very worst representation of a high school teacher for having such thoughts, but they would not leave.

I resolved to try and cool things between us in the interest of keeping my job as well as keeping inappropriate feelings from blossoming in both our hearts.

Apparently the power struggle between Winter and Kaylee spilled over into cyberspace. Increasingly catty texts were exchanged, the girls had a good laugh over some inflammatory comments they’d managed to leave on Winter’s Deviant Art profile, and the tension further increased as their graduation neared.

Winter, deceptively quiet yet ever resourceful, managed to launch the coup de grace one day before the senior class finished this phase of their lives. Changing her war tactics from stealthy to all out deliciously evil, she managed to coerce Max Wilks, Kaylee’s meathead boyfriend, to not only engage in some extremely raunchy chat, but the two had exchanged pictures. Winter sent him a topless, side profile shot that revealed almost her entire left breast, her hair still obscuring her face. Max sent her a far more intimate and explosive shot of his hand (the idiot forgot to take off his class ring which gave him away) masturbating a very erect cock.

The tension between the two girls was palpable. Winter moved with a feline intent that was not lost on the boys. As had become abundantly clear over the last few months, Winter was embracing her angst in new and creative ways, even if they were far from constructive.

The shit hit the fan as the students left for home on their second to last day of school. Winter ducked out of pre-calculus early to leave a little surprise stuffed in Kaylee’s locker, then slipped out to her car to leave before the discovery was made.

All I knew was, according to the biology teacher who’d witnessed it all go down in the hall, Kaylee had screamed expletives about the hard copies of the exchange left in her locker which included the pictures and chat text, then she ran out to the parking lot to take Winter out, but arrived too late. Taylor suggested they swing by Winter’s house, and apparently they had with no success, or that was the story being told via whispers the next day. Winter had run into the forest and her mother had no idea where she could have gone since the wood was very large, and Winter knew it better than anyone else.

On the next morning and last official day of school for the graduating class, the sun hid behind heavy gray clouds and it was unusually chilly for spring. I returned the results of their final English examination to each student, nearing the end of the list when Winter swept into class. I dropped the last few sheets I’d been holding.

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A Girl Named Walter

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I was working a dayshift in April of 1971 and had a fairly busy morning that included a serious motor vehicle pileup on the highway and a shoplifting arrest at Sears. It was nearly noon when I experienced my first hunger pang, which coincided nicely with the break in the action. It was one of those days in New Jersey when you were convinced winter was finally over; crocuses in bloom, full sunshine and temperatures nearing sixty five degrees. After an especially brutal winter, it was glorious once again; or as glorious as New Jersey ever gets. I didn’t know it at the moment I began the drive to the diner, but my day would be taking a turn for the better in just a few minutes.

I was driving a marked police cruiser with a roof rack and siren. I was 25 and at the top of my game as a uniformed cop. I loved the job, even though it didn’t pay very well and I had to work rotating shifts, including weekends. The work was always varied and interesting. I was raised as a child of suburbia and needed a taste of the real world, so I went into law enforcement, which I viewed as an avenue to personal growth. The job was a medium-sized department in central Jersey. We had 20 guys on the staff and I was among the junior members. But, I was full of ambition and hoped to be considered for the next vacancy in the detective bureau.

The Silver Star Diner was actually in a neighboring town, though it was easily accessed on local roads. It was a very popular lunch spot for the cops, truck drivers and workers in nearby businesses, for whom it was an easy walk away. I only got a thirty minute lunch break, so I usually stopped in and asked the owner, Freddy, to save me a two-person booth and to order my lunch for a pre-determined time. Then, even if the diner was busy, I wouldn’t go over my allotted break time. On this day, I stopped in for morning coffee around eight thirty and reserved my table and ordered my lunch for four hours later. I pulled in precisely at the appointed hour and found my table waiting for me and my lunch being served. For once, everything was working according to plan.

The diner was packed that afternoon; not an empty seat to be had. I was glad I made a reservation. I took the first bite of my Greek salad when I looked up and saw her. She was a vision; tall, model thin with long curly dark hair, blue eyes and the face of an angel-with freckles. She was looking a little stressed as Freddy told her there would be about a fifteen minute wait to be seated.

“But, I only have a half hour lunch,” she said with considerable desperation in her voice. “And, I’m starving.” Freddy shrugged hopelessly.

I saw an opportunity, so I spoke to her when she looked my way. “I’d be glad to share my table with you, miss.”

Her face lit up and she walked my way, taking the seat opposite mine in the booth.

“You are a lifesaver. I was beginning to think, I would have to go hungry today. This place is mobbed. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it, being seen with somebody like you will certainly improve my reputation. My name is Curt, what’s yours?”

“Nice to meet you, Curt, though I always hate to answer that question.”

“Why would that be?, I inquired.”

“Believe it or not, my given name is Walter. My parents were so sure they were having a boy that they just named me as though I was one. I’ve been living it down all my twenty three years.”

“Well, you don’t look anything like a boy to me. What do people call you?” She blushed.

“Around the house, my family calls me Wally. But, I shortened that to Ally when I was about six. Since then all my friends, teachers and colleagues call me Ally and I would appreciate it if you would, too.”

“Okay, Ally, let’s see if we can get you some service,” I said as I looked around the room for my waitress, Ginny.

I corralled Ginny after a minute or so and Ally gave her a lunch order for a burger and an iced tea. I munched away on my salad as Ally told me all about herself. Her lunch arrived and, as she ate, I told her about myself. We hit it off great. Ally was friendly, bright and beautiful; a tough combination to beat. I asked for her phone number and she tore off a piece of her napkin and wrote it down for me. She handed it to me with a big smile displaying her perfect teeth.

“Don’t wait too long to call.”

“I won’t. Would tonight be too soon?”

“Not at all, I’ll look forward to it.”

When we were both finished with our lunch, we headed back to work. Ally returned to the huge fabric store next to the diner and I returned to my police cruiser to return to my district. We waved good bye and went our separate ways. I was looking forward to talking to her again that night.

Unfortunately, just a few minutes before shift change I was sent to another serious motor vehicle accident which occurred on a winding, mountainous roadway in the east end of town. An oil tanker driver had lost control of his vehicle and it wound up on its side, spewing oil all over the merter escort roadway. The road was a busy one and heavily traveled, especially during rush hour, as it led to the interstate used by thousand to return home after work. They would need to find an alternate route on this day as we wound up closing the road in order to clean up the oil spill. It would be hours before I would be able to get home and call Ally. The fire department brought me some barricades which, along with my vehicle, were used to close down the road.

When it got to be nearly seven, I was hungry again and the man who owned the house on the corner was kind enough to send out his daughter with some dinner for me. He also volunteered to direct traffic while I used his bathroom. The cleanup continued up the hill from my position and I had no choice but to wait it out. Cell phones had not been invented so I had no way to contact Ally to let her know I had been detained.

Finally, at nine thirty, I was relieved and headed into headquarters. I immediately called Ally from there and told her of my dilemma. She lived with her parents who went to bed early so I gave her my number and asked her to call me in about an hour. When I got home, I stripped down to my boxers and awaited her call, which came exactly at the suggested time. It was good to finally be home, talking to Ally from the comfort of my bed.

Ally confessed that she had begun to lose hope that I would call her but she was quite understanding of the circumstances. She, too, got ready for bed and was reading when I was finally able to call her.

“So, now that we are both comfortable, what would you like to talk about?,” I asked.

“How about our good fortune meeting each other in the diner today? You really saved me as any good officer would be expected to do,” she replied with a charming giggle.

“My pleasure, miss; I am here to protect and to serve.”

We talked for the better part of an hour when the conversation got a little risqué. I was a bit chilly and told Ally I would be getting under the covers.

“You wouldn’t be chilly if I was there, Curt. I’m a good warmer-upper.”

“Are you volunteering,” I asked.

“Not tonight, but I’d love to warm you up tomorrow, if you have the time,” was her reply.

I was developing the beginning of a hardon and told her so.

“All of a sudden, these boxer shorts seem a bit tight,” was how I put it.

“Mmmmmm, I’ll bet they are,” she said. Mine are getting a little moist, to tell you the truth.”

“Stop, you’re killing me,” I complained. “Let’s just make a date for tomorrow and make all this happen live. I’m so turned on now, I’m thinking about humping my pillow.” Ally laughed.

“Save it for tomorrow night, Tiger. I think I can help you relieve that pressure. Pick me up at eight.” She gave me directions and I agreed to pick her up as she suggested.

The following day was one of anticipation for me. I returned to the diner for lunch but saw no sign of Ally. My shift wasn’t busy and the day really dragged. Finally, four o’clock arrived and I was off duty until two days hence. I drove home and prepared for my date. I shaved and showered and did a bit of housekeeping so Ally didn’t think I was a total slob. At seven thirty I left to pick her up.

Ally lived way out in the country. Her father was a Baptist preacher who ran some kind of religious retreat for the faithful. It was here that Ally lived with her family; her mother, father and a very cute kid sister, Jeannie and their bulldog named Buster. Ally’s brother had graduated college and was living in Indiana earning a living as a mortician. I met the entire family and we were off, hopefully to see what Ally could do about that boxer short problem from the night before. She wore tight fitting jeans, displaying a near perfect ass, and a tee-shirt replete with a photo montage of the wild birds of the outer banks of North Carolina, scene of last year’s family summer vacation.

The drive back to my place was uneventful as we gabbed about everything and nothing. Ally put her arm over my shoulder as we drove and later, as we were nearing my place, she put her hand high on my thigh. When I flinched, she accused me of being afraid, which I most decidedly was not. A couple of minutes before our arrival, Ally began exploring me in a most delightful way. She found my cock and rubbed it until it was as hard as it was going to get. This girl was a real temptress, but I was soon to learn that looks could be deceiving.

We walked in my front door and I went immediately to the refrigerator where I had put a nice bottle of white to cool. Ally was delighted to accept a big glass, which she promptly drained. I poured her a second. I sipped mine. We sat on the living room couch and when she put her glass down; I pulled her to me and kissed her. Our tongues flicked at each other. I sucked the tip of hers briefly before releasing her to catch my breath. I had my arm around her anadolu yakası escort and I could tell by feeling that she had not worn a bra. Her breasts were not large, probably an A-cup but she moaned when I touched her nipples. We became like two teddy bears in heat, groping each other. Suddenly, she stopped. I was thinking she might turn out to be a tease, but it wasn’t that.

“Curt, before we go any further, there is something you need to know.”

“Oh, shit, she’s married,” was the first thing that came to mind.

“I feel I have been a bit dishonest with you by giving you the impression that I am sexually experienced. Unfortunately, I am not. I’m twenty three years old and I’m still a virgin. I have been fighting an inner conflict with myself. There’s a part of me that wants to be able to enjoy sex the same as my friends do. Then there’s another part of me-the Baptist part-that makes me feel guilty. A few years ago I discovered masturbation and, until now, that kept me from becoming totally nuts. But, the time has come for me to take the next step and remove the curse of virginity. Until yesterday, I hadn’t met anyone that I would want to do it with. I’m not ready for marriage, but I sure as hell am ready to begin a normal sex life. I decided yesterday that you were the kind of guy I could give my virginity to with no regrets. That’s why I am here tonight. I want my first night as a true woman to be with you, even if there isn’t going to be a second night. Curt, I want you to fuck me—and believe me I have never said those words to anyone. It is only in the past 48 hours that I have allowed myself to think them.”

“Wow, that’s quite a story. Now that you have told it, I’m not so sure how moving you into the bedroom is going to seem like it is flowing naturally, but that is where we need to go.”

Ally stood up, finished her wine in two gulps and reached for my hand, saying “lead the way.”

We walked into the bedroom and I felt a sense of responsibility in addition to the lust I felt for this girl. Being her first means all others who follow will be compared to me. I very much wanted this to be a positive experience for Ally, above all else. While were still standing I took off my shirt and walked over to Ally, where I removed hers. Her breasts were just about the size of champagne glass and topped with delectable looking nipples, about the size of a fifty cent piece. She looked adorable as well as a bit apprehensive.

I dropped my pants and removed my socks, keeping my boxers on. Ally did the same, revealing pink bikini panties translucent enough to allow me a glimpse of her bush. I led her to the bed and we lay next to each other, on our sides, with arms around the other. My words tried to be reassuring to her. It was her decision to make but I was going to do my best to affirm the fact that she made the right one.

“Just lead the way and I’ll do my best to follow,” she said. “It may interest you to know that I have never seen or touched an erect cock in my life. I imagine that’s about to change, though.” She was so cute, I couldn’t stand it.

I reached down and hooked the waistband of Ally’s panties with my thumbs and pulled them down. She gleefully kicked them off as they got caught on her feet.

“Nobody’s ever seen me naked, either,” she said. “And that appears to be changing, also.”

I leaned back and said, “well, let me check you out then.” I eyed her up and down for a few seconds with great pleasure. “Now, it’s your turn to do the eyeballing.” I pulled off the boxers, revealing my three quarters hard cock. In a very natural motion, Ally took it in her hand, almost like she was weighing it. And, as if she had done it a hundred times, she began to stroke it. She was a natural and I told her so. Every pull felt like heaven as my cock reached its maximum hardness and length.

“I like it,” she said as she stroked it. “It feels good in my hand but I don’t know about putting all that in my little place.”

“Don’t worry, it will fit like a glove, you’ll see.” But right now, we need to get you ready. I resumed the side by side position and began kissing her again. She almost seemed to melt as all her remaining inhibitions left her, for good! As I kissed her, I played with Ally’s breasts. Her nipples, when aroused, were nearly an inch long. She purred as I gently caressed her, followed by a bit of licking and sucking. I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together as I kissed and tongued her lips and neck. She was getting warmed up, for sure.

I put Ally flat on her back and planted my leg between hers a bit. That gave me an opening to make a frontal assault on her pussy. Even though she was the only person who ever saw it, Ally had carefully trimmed her pussy down to where her lips began. As I pushed her legs apart, she quickly cooperated and loosened up enough to give me total access.

“Trust me, what I am about to do is something you’re going to love.”

“I bet I will. besiktaş escort I already love everything you are doing.”

“Good, now relax, close your eyes and enjoy it.”

I put my fingers on her pussy, which was already awash in its natural honey. I spread her lips and found her clit and touched it. My touch took her breath away for a minute but she adjusted well as I began to rub it.

“Now, Ally, you have to tell me how you like me to touch you. Everybody is different and it doesn’t do either of any good if I am doing something that leaves you cold. Just communicate with me when it feels good and I’ll pleasure you accordingly.”

“Just keep doing what you are doing! It is wonderful.”

I used the moisture from her pussy to lubricate my hand as I worked her clit. Her moans and sighs told me she was enjoying what I was doing. I developed a rhythm that she enjoyed and I could tell her pleasure was beginning to peak. Her breathing deepened as I kept her moving up the ladder of fulfillment. I could tell her orgasm was only moments away and I increased the pressure ever so slightly. Her hips were in sync with my hand and she held me around my neck tightly as she neared her moment of release. Finally, she screamed out and her orgasm was upon her. I continued stroking her as she went through ten to twelve bodily convulsions, finally coming to rest with her head on my chest and not speaking a word. She almost appeared dead but the smile on her face betrayed her.

“Wow,” was all she could muster.

We lay there for a few minutes to allow Ally to enjoy the afterglow. The only part of her that moved was her left hand which sought out my cock. She took it in hand again and moved her head closer to it so she could examine it closer.

“An hour ago, I had never even seen one of these things. Now, I’m really looking forward to having it inside me.” She stroked it expertly, as though she had one of her own and frequently jerked off. It felt real good, I must admit.

Ally surprised me by going lower on the bed and taking my cock in her mouth without any coaxing from me. “This is what you guys really like, I hear,” she said as she took the head into her mouth tentatively. “But, I’ll need you to show me exactly how to do it.”

Ally certainly did not lack for enthusiasm. But she was still a virgin and I was to be the cure for that.

“A little later I’ll show you all you need to know about blow jobs. But, now we need to take care of the other problem. C’mon up here.” She gave my cock a final lick and came back up to join me in the “arms around each other position” on the bed. “You may experience some pain the first time. Every woman is different. But that is quickly forgotten from then on. Are you ready?”

“Are you kidding, I’ve been ready for this since the diner yesterday. Let’s do it.”

I returned to her pussy again to reignite the heat. I played with her clit some more. In less than a minute, she was hot to trot. She began getting fidgety and finally begged me to “put it in.”

I got between Ally’s legs and put them over my shoulders. My cock was hard and her pussy was wetter than the Louisiana Bayou. I positioned the head of my cock at her opening and gave a small push. She was tight as one would expect. She reached between us somehow and grabbed my cock in an attempt to push it into herself.

“Don’t hold back. Go for it. I’m ready,” she admonished me.

So, I pressed on and pushed my cock into her, receiving brief but surprisingly weak resistance. She grunted and grasped me around the neck again as I began to go in and out. She again caught the rhythm and moved with me. I brought her legs down some so my cock wasn’t so deep inside her. Under the circumstances, this allowed her greater pleasure and she again reached between us, this time seeking out her own clit, which she stimulated as I moved in and out of her pussy. Within minutes, Ally was on the brink of cumming again. I think most people like to be able to cum together but I realized we had not even discussed birth control and I wasn’t wearing a condom, so I didn’t think cumming inside her would be prudent. Fortunately I have always had good control so postponing my orgasm would not be a problem. I speeded up my thrusting and Ally quickly entered into that twilight zone of lust that we all experience. She wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. She screamed out epithets that neither of us would long remember. Then, as before, she came to rest with me still buried deep inside her. I rolled over on my side while keeping my cock buried in her and watched as she recovered from her second orgasm in a half hour.

“That was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be,” she said with considerable cheerfulness. “I felt a bit of pressure, then a pinch followed by pure lust. It was wonderful. You were wonderful. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. I’m glad you enjoyed it. How does it feel to be a non-virgin?”

“It feels great. I love to fuck.”

My cock was beginning to soften a bit and it kind of popped out of her pussy. We both giggled and then Ally grew concerned. She was afraid I came inside her.

“Not to worry, my dear. I had the same concern and did not cum.”

“At all?” She seemed incredulous.

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A Special Lesson with Miss Wong

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Miss Wong stood at the front of the classroom, erasing her notes about Crime and Punishment in order to make more room, but all I could focus on was her plump, shapely ass wiggling back and forth underneath her tight, charcoal pencil skirt. I had had a crush on her from day one of my senior year, when had I first walked into her classroom at the end of the day and saw her sitting behind her desk, her ruby red lips wrapped around an utterly enviable pen, her dark, crescent eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. It felt like I had been struck by a thunderbolt, and ever since then, she had haunted my thoughts, took center-stage in all my wet dreams, and starred in a number of masturbatory fantasies.

At times, I wondered whether she knew. I wasn’t nearly as subtle about my interest as I should have been, but she didn’t exactly make it easy on me. During the first few weeks of school, she wore button-down shirts, against which her ample breasts strained vigorously, and she often stood at such an angle that I could peek between the gaps of her shirt and get a fleeting glimpse of her overflowing bra. Once winter arrived, the tight sweaters came out, emphasizing her every curve, highlighting the swell of her breasts. How could I possibly tear my eyes away from such temptations? You wouldn’t blame a cat for eyeing a canary, would you?

She never did anything explicit, but the number of times she bent over in front of me and touched my arm gently while explaining a difficult concept couldn’t simply be a coincidence. At times, she leaned in close, and her full breasts pressed against my shoulder while her perfume surrounded me, and I felt as though I were in heaven. Was I delusional, to imagine my teacher had an interest in a boy ten years her junior? Maybe, but if it were a delusion, I’d gladly reject sanity to hold onto it.

I knew the older teachers were jealous of her; we all did. It was no secret that they resented all of the attention she got, not only from her students, but even from the male teachers and fathers. I looked at the silver lining, though: my English grades had never been so high. My mother had even bought her a gift basket after seeing my first report card, after she had stopped crying tears of joy. Yes, there was definitely a bright side to being unable to tear my attention away from my teacher.

And now, as she spoke to the class and gestured dramatically, describing the murder of the old woman, her chest jiggled slightly, and I found myself yet again wondering what she looked like underneath that cherry red sweater, what color her nipples were, how they would feel between my lips were I to gently suckle them to hardness… Were her breasts sensitive? Was she shy? Would she cover her nude body and blush, averting her eyes from me? Or was she bold and brazen? Would she encourage me to drink her in, proudly displaying her body to me? Suddenly, her voice interrupted my daydreaming.

“Jason, can you come up to the front and help write down everyone’s thoughts for me?” she asked.

My eyes widened. My jeans bulged from my earlier thoughts, and now she wanted me to get up in front of the class, in front of everyone. I looked from side to side hastily, praying that another Jason had joined the class within the last five minutes without my knowing. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come on,” she beckoned. “We don’t have all day.” She held the chalk out to me in her palm, waiting for me to take it from her. I gulped, but there wasn’t any way out of my predicament but time, time and diligent concentration on the topics on baseball, hobos, and that one time I had walked in on my father on the toilet.

I stood up and made my way to the front of the room as though there were a guillotine waiting for me, keeping my eyes bolted to the board. So long as I could keep my back to the other students, no one would be able to see my dong trying to escape through the front of my pants. I thought I heard a slight giggle as I passed Amy Medeiros, but it might have just been my overwhelming paranoia. I took the chalk from Miss Wong’s hand, and my fingertips brushed against her palm. My stomach fluttered from the touch, and I nearly dropped the chalk in surprise, but I had made it without everyone discovering my erection: mission accomplished.

I positioned my hand an inch away from the board, ready to take down whatever notes my peers said. I looked over to Miss Wong to wait for her to begin calling on pupils, but her eyes were focused on me, about three feet lower than I was expecting. I turned slightly, hoping to hide my arousal, but she just looked back to the class with a self-satisfied smirk on her thick lips.

I was thankful that no one else could see my cheeks; I was certain they were as red as they felt. But what about Miss Wong? Had she seen my hard-on? God, she must think I’m a pervert… Was she going to tell the principal? What if she called my parents? I wrote mechanically, my mind miles away from the classroom, specifically, mecidiyeköy escort at the top of an unusually tall cliff, high above an acre of jagged rocks, tipped with diamonds, wired to dynamite, and at ground zero of an incoming thermonuclear ICBM.

The next ten minutes were pure torture. I had no way to hide myself, not without calling everyone’s attention to me, anyway, and if having Miss Wong staring at my bulging crotch was bad enough, it’d be even worse with another forty eyes focused on me. At least teachers weren’t allowed to tease me…were they? I was pretty sure she’d get in trouble if she called me Boner Barry or whichever clever nickname my peers would bestow upon me if they learnt of my predicament. Every time she turned to me to tell me what to write, her eyes glanced downwards for the briefest of moments at my lap. I could feel her stare burning into me, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Her face was inscrutable. She could be hiding her disgust with a fake smile, she could be amused, she could be turned on, or flattered, or she could simply be remembering an especially delicious sandwich.

Finally, blessedly, my prayers to every deity I had been able to remember from Mister Katze’s ancient history class were answered by a ringing bell. I scurried to my seat, my cock throbbing within my boxers, while everyone was distracted with putting away their things. I was free, free as a bird!

“Jason?” asked Miss Wong sweetly.

Free as a turkey, in an oven, on Thanksgiving Day…

“Do you mind staying after class? I have something to discuss with you,” Miss Wong said. A chorus of “oooh’s” followed as my classmates laughed at my misfortune. I was in trouble, and they knew it, even if they were fortunately ignorant of the details.

My last classmate left the room and the door closed. The ticks of the clock thundered in the silence. I stood in front of her desk, waiting for her to say something to me. She looked up at me and adjusted her glasses. She took a deep breath and steepled her fingers. My heart fibrillated wildly in my chest. I just wanted her to say something. Anything was better than this deafening silence.

“Jason, I was going over your notes from last week, and I happened to notice that in the margins, someone wrote ‘Miss Wong’ in a heart.” Okay, I’d like to have silence back now… “Do you know anything about that?”

I tried to speak and failed. My lips fumbled about, but no words came out. My mind raced, trying to imagine excuses. “I have a crush on a different Vivian Wong.” “That’s not a heart, it’s an upside-down ass. I think you’re an asshole.” “Someone broke into my house, stole my notebook, wrote that in the margins, and then slipped it into my folder just before I turned it in.” I sighed in resignation. Nothing for it but the truth.

“I wrote it, Miss Wong…”

“I see… There was something else I noticed today, about which I wanted to ask you. When you were at the board, it appeared that you were…how should I put it…over-excited? Now, I understand that you’re a healthy young man, but I’m afraid I must ask you to attempt to avoid it in the future. It’s extremely distracting.”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen—” My brain rewound her last sentence in my head. “Distracting?”

She rested her head on my hand and looked down at my crotch intently. “Extremely so. How am I supposed to teach when your cock is distracting me like that? Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me not to get down onto my knees and take care of that myself? Do you have any idea how wet I was getting watching you struggle with your hard-on, trying to hide it from me?”

“Miss Wong!”

“Call me Vivian, Jason. I’ve noticed your stares all semester, and I have to confess, I’m flattered that a young, handsome stud like yourself would pursue an old woman like me when your pert little classmates are surrounding you.”

“You’re not old, Miss, I mean, Vivian. You’re gorgeous! I’ve had a crush on you ever since I first saw you,” I confessed.

She purred with delight. Her dark, crescent eyes looked up at me from over her glasses. “My my, you’re already such a heart-breaker. You’re going to be such a Lothario when you’re older. Tell me, Jason, do you have much experience yet?”

My cheeks burnt. “Well I mean, I made out with Danielle at the movies once…”

“So you’re a virgin? Have you ever received a blowjob? Have you ever even seen a woman nude? And on your computer doesn’t count; I know all about what you high school boys use the internet for.”

“I, well…not exactly… No…”

She giggled, and I could feel my dick shriveling up, trying to hide from this humiliation. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jason. I wasn’t laughing at you being a virgin. It’s just that you’re so serious. It’s no big deal to still be innocent. You’re still young. How old are you, eighteen?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ouch, please, Jason, anything’s better ümraniye escort than ma’am.”

“Yes, Vivian.”

“Much better. As I was saying, most eighteen year olds don’t have much experience. You shouldn’t be ashamed.” She stood up and walked across the room, her stilettos clicking with each step. She reached the door, thrust a key into the lock, and turned it. She had locked us into the room together. My heart began to pound. “However, innocence is like ignorance: it’s not shameful to have it, but you should rid yourself of it at the first chance you get.”

“What are you saying?”

“Have I been such a poor teacher as that, Jason? Can’t you read subtext? I think you know exactly what my meaning is. There’s no need to play coy.” She strode up to me. Her hand reached down to my thighs. I shuddered as she grazed her fingernails up my jeans until she reached my cock and squeezed. “Mmm, I had almost forgotten how good a hard, thick shaft feels in your hand… Care to help refresh my memory, Jason?”

“S-sure,” I stammered, trying desperately not to finish in my pants then and there. Miss Wong wanted to fuck me?! I must be dreaming… I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

“Good,” she cooed. “Get onto your desk. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about this…” She leaned in closely to me, so that her lips were brushed against my ear, and continued in a husky whisper. “I masturbated to you last night in the bath. I plunged my vibrator between my thighs and imagined it was you, and I orgasmed five times, until I was too exhausted to continue. It was the best orgasm I’ve had in months.”

I lifted myself onto my desk. Vivian took hold of her sweater with both hands and lifted it up over her head. Her full breasts bounced gently, clad in only a black, cupless bra. My cock stirred at the realization that she had been wearing such naughty lingerie under her sweater all day, while I was completely oblivious to what was underneath. Did she always wear lingerie like this under her sweaters? It was no wonder her curves were so well displayed… Her pink nipples were already hard, jutting out eagerly. Her tits were even larger than I had imagined, and I had estimated pretty high.

“Do you like my breasts, Jason?” she asked as she reached between her cleavage and undid the clasp. The bra burst away, beaten by the tension under which it had so valiantly struggled.

“I love them, Vivian. They’re amazing. C-can I touch them?”

“Of course,” she replied, jutting out her chest towards me invitingly.

My hands shaking, I reached out slowly and grabbed her breasts. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering, her lips parted. They felt so soft, so smooth, so warm and heavy and heavenly in my grip. I slowly massaged them, gently caressing her nipples between my fingers. I squeezed softly, relishing their heft in my hands. I couldn’t believe the first breasts I had ever felt were my teacher’s!

She gently removed my hands from her chest, but I barely had time to pout before she slid down onto her knees in front of me, dragging her fingernails along my chest and thighs on her way down. Was she really going to..? She rested her breasts on my thighs, and with her eyes locked onto mine, she unzipped my fly and tugged my jeans down. “Ooh!” she cooed at the sight of the bulge in my boxers as my cock strained against the thin, white fabric. She slid her finger along the length of my shaft a few times. “You’re so big, Jason… I can’t wait to feel you inside me…” She undid my button. My cock sprang free. Her lips were just inches away from its tip. She tucked her long, sleek, black hair behind one ear and wrapped her hand around my cock tightly. Then, slowly, teasingly, she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock.

I watched, entranced, as her lips worked her way up my shaft and my manhood disappeared inside her. She moaned with satisfaction as her lips reached the base of my cock. Her tongue caressed my cock, swirling around my shaft. I moaned, unable to keep my ecstasy inside. “Oh god, Vivian, you’re so good at this…”

She purred softly. Her eyes locked onto mine. As I stared into her dark brown eyes, she slid her lips and tongue along my cock, moving her mouth back and forth. My shaft glistened with her saliva. Her tongue wrapped around my cock. She grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into her throat. Her mouth embraced my manhood tightly, as she fucked me with her face, passionately forcing my cock inside of her.

With a wet gasp, she released my cock from my lips. She wiped her lips with one hand. “I can feel you throbbing between my lips…. Your cock is so hot… God, it’s been so long since I’ve had a real cock in my mouth. I just love the feeling of it squirming and pulsating inside of me… Can I have you between my tits?” she asked, pushing her breasts together, creating an inviting crevasse. I nodded eagerly.

She took the head of my cock between escort nişantaşı her lips and held it gently while she smothered my shaft with her soft breasts. She bobbed her head vigorously, massaging my cock with her tits. The tip of her tongue danced against the underside of my shaft. My cock was surrounded with new, exquisite sensations. I had never felt anything like this before in my life.

I wanted to surrender to her entirely, release myself inside her mouth. I wanted to watch my cock cum between her lips, I wanted to watch her swallow every last drop from my manhood. “I’m gonna cum…” I warned her.

She stopped suddenly. “Not yet. It’s too soon for that. I want you, Jason. I want your cock inside me. I want to be the woman to whom you lose your virginity. I want you to remember this day for the rest of my life.”

I could scarcely believe my ears. “You want to fuck me, Vivian?”

“I do. I want to deflower you right here in this classroom, just like I’ve been fantasizing about all year.” She stood up and turned so that her back was to me. “Will you unzip me?” she asked sweetly.

I gripped the zipper to her skirt and slid it down, taking the opportunity to caress my hand against her ass. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a thong underneath, exposing her firm, tight ass. I swatted her bottom playfully, emboldened by her greatly she was catering to my desires. I felt like a sultan in his harem, having his every need taken care of by his odalisques. She giggled at my spank and turned back around to face me. “You’re very bold, Jason. I always knew you were an excellent student. Sit down in your chair,” she ordered. Still stunned by how events were going, I could only comply.

I slid off the desk, pulled out my chair, and sat down. Vivian stood in front of me, straddling my thigh. My wet, hard cock pointed straight up towards the front of her thong. She looped her thumbs under its waistband and played with it, sliding it down almost far enough for me to glimpse her pussy before pulling it back up. I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached out, eager to tear her thong from her body, eager to thrust myself inside of her.

She slapped my hand awayShe bent over me so that her pendulous breasts hung in front of my face. I kissed them softly as I reached down and delicately removed her thong, exposing her bare, shaved pussy.

Finally, I could see it, my first pussy. It looked so smooth, so sleek. I softly caressed her slit. It was already moist with dew. Her pink lips beckoned invitingly. She stepped out of her thong and climbed into my lap. I kissed her earlobes, and was rewarded with a whispered “Jason…”

She took my cock into her hand and pressed its head against her warm, wet labia. Her thighs clenched. I bucked my hips, trying to force myself into her, but she pulled back slightly with a smirk and a playful laugh. “So eager… I bet you’ve fantasized about this hundreds of times, haven’t you, Jason? Did you ever imagine your first time would be with your teacher?”

“No way. This is like a dream…”

“Don’t wake up too soon, then,” she countered. She kissed my neck passionately. My eyes closed as I felt the tip of my cock slowly penetrate my teacher’s pussy. She guided me into her expertly, slowly, teasing me with each inch, until she had engulfed my shaft. Her warm, moist quim tightly gripped my manhood. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me… I thought back to porn I had seen, trying to think of what I should do, and began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting myself deeper inside of her.

She moaned loudly. Her fingernails clawed into my shoulders. She pulled herself against me, her firm breasts pressing forcefully against my chest, her hard nipples energetically drilling into my skin, rubbing in small circles against me. Panting and moaning, she began to circle her ass around my lap. I gasped from the sudden sensation of my cock being handled so exquisitely.

I grabbed her firm bottom roughly and guided her around my cock. She exhaled passionately, she began to nibble my neck and earlobe while I moved her body against me, thrusting into her. “You feel so big inside me, Jason…” she gasped into my ear. “Your cock is amazing. Keep going, don’t stop,” she begged as she rode my cock. I’m almost there, I’m about to cum…”

She impaled herself upon my shaft, riding me, sliding up and down my cock. Her firm breasts bounced with each thrust I made into her. A wave of ecstasy was building inside me. I knew I was close. I was reaching the plateau, just seconds away from the familiar cliff edge of orgasm. I wrapped my arm around her head and pulled her lips to me, kissing her deeply, passionately. After a second of surprised hesitated, she reciprocated, thrusting her tongue between my lips as our hearts beat together, our chests pressed against one another, our lips locked…

My cock spasmed inside her, releasing my seed inside her as I continued to thrust away. Blasts of pleasure exploded across my psyche. The only thing in my mind right now was the pleasure I was feeling, the sensation of cumming inside my teacher’s pussy, losing my virginity to such a beautiful, older woman as my cock surrendered its essence to her moist quim.

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As I was packing my bags for my sophomore year of college, I couldn’t help but think how much I had changed over the summer. I know that many people say that you go through many changes during your first year of college, but for me, it happened in my own hometown, after my first year.

Looking back, I remember the afternoon that I had pulled back into town. I arrived back in my small Midwest town on a quite Thursday afternoon. I was glad to be home. I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed being in a place where I could “be in the limelight.”

I had graduated the previous spring as the top student in my class. I had participated in many different things in high school and had been relatively successful at many of them. By the time I graduated, I thought that I had racked up a pretty impressive resume: All-State football, All-State Band (that’s right, I was both a jock and a band geek), Valedictorian, Student-Body President, etc., etc., etc. Because of this, I was very well known throughout my community, and I truly enjoyed that.

I had changed some over my first year of college. Unfortunately for me, it was all a physical change and it was not for the better. Throughout high school, I always considered myself slightly out of shape and overweight, despite the fact that I played both football and basketball. Even though I thought that I was a little overweight, I still considered myself a good looking guy. I was a little short at 5’9”, but I had other features to make up for my elevation problems. I had blonde hair that always seemed to look okay, but not great. My best feature, though, was on my face. I am still told today that I have the most beautiful blue eyes. I do not know where they came from, but there are times that I thank God for giving them to me. However, even with the intense practices and competitions, I never seemed to be able to lose my baby gut. When I returned from college, I was a nice robust 225 pounds. Although it was not a ‘fatty’ 225 pounds, at only 5’9”, I thought that I looked entirely too big. I tried staying active during the semester, but I only seemed to manage to get into the gym once or twice a week. Of course, snacking on foods until 2 or 3 in the morning trying to study for a test didn’t help much either.

Before I returned for the summer, I had decided that I was going to try to lose some of the weight that I had gained. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew that I could do it. The very first day that I was home, I began working out quite intensely. After about two weeks, I began to see some progress. It was small, but it was not even close to the change that I would soon begin to see.

Something that I have not yet mentioned is my love life, or lack thereof. I know that frequent dating is often associated with college students, especially the dating of several different people. As for me, I did not see a girl all year. My last dating experience came when I was a junior in high school. At the time, I told myself that I was better off without a girlfriend. For the most part, that was true, but there were times when I really wanted a girlfriend, if you know what I mean.

When I did return home for the summer, I expected my love life to proceed as it had for the past two years: non-existent. Boy was I wrong!! Of all the things that I had planned on changing during the summer (physical appearance especially) my relationship with the opposite sex was definitely not on the list. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a girlfriend. I just did not expect to find one in my small community. I had lived there for 18 years, and trust me; there wasn’t much of a selection.

Things all began to change at the end of June. By that time, my physical exercise was beginning to pay dividends. I did see some change in my appearance, but the major changes occurred elsewhere. All of a sudden, I had more energy and confidence. This was probably the main reason behind the major changes that were about to come.

One day when I was in the grocery store, I saw a girl that I had gone to high school with. Her name was Liz, and she graduated a year ahead of me. Liz was what I called “a looker.” Liz was not the most beautiful girl in the world, but she definitely did not do badly. She was a little short at 5’1” but had some meat on her bones, so she did not look like a pencil. She had a round face with short, curly “dirty” blonde hair. What made Liz “a looker” was not her overall body build, but it was the features that she possessed on that body. Liz had a wonderful smile that I could have stared at for hours. I still do not know to this day why I was so fascinated with that smile. She had nicely toned skin that was always darker than the season called for.

What really set Liz apart, though, were her chest and her ass. She had one of the most perfectly shaped asses that I had ever seen. It was very round and it swayed ever so slightly as she walked. Not only was it the perfect shape, but it was very topkapı escort firm also. When she would wear her tight cheerleading shorts at school, I swear that she would give me a hard on just by walking down the hall. As I said, Liz also had a very nice chest. To tell you the truth, I don’t know what it was about her breasts that made me so attracted to them. They were not overly large, probably a nice full B, and I had no clue as to their shape or texture. All I knew is that they were framed on her body absolutely perfectly and that I took notice of them quite often when we went to school together.

Despite the fact that I could hardly look at her without thinking of her sexually, I did manage to say a few words to her. We stopped and said hi to each other and went our separate ways. When I went to check-out, Liz was in front of me. This time, we struck up a better conversation. We had been friends in high school, but we did not “hang-out” or anything. She was the girl who always had a boyfriend and was always concerned about her appearance. By the time we had reached the check-out counter, we had been able to have a good conversation. I found out that she was doing well in school and that her and Mark, (her long time boyfriend) had split up about 4 months ago. She said that she was going to be in town for the summer and she said that she hoped to see me around. After she had checked out, Liz said goodbye, left the store, and I did not give one more thought to our conversation.

Two weeks later, I saw Liz again. By this time, the weight was really starting to come off and I was feeling pretty good about myself. This time, I saw her at a local gas station. She was filling up her Jeep Grand Cherokee as I drove up in my Jeep Wrangler. I jumped out and began to fill my tank. Once I had the fuel going, I went over to say hi again. Liz was a little surprised to see me, but she greeted me with a nice smile. After a few minutes of chit chat, she invited me to join some other friends of hers (and mine) to go see a movie that night. I thought that it sounded like a good idea so I agreed to go.

When I was getting ready for the movie that night, my mom told me that I had an odd bounce to my step. She asked me if I had a big date, but I told her that it was just a bunch of my friends going out to see a movie. When I met my friends at the designated location that evening, I piled in with a couple of other guys that I had gone to school with. Being from a small town, we had to drive about an hour to get to the nearest descent movie theatre. Once we arrived at the theatre, I saw Liz and some other friends jump out of her Jeep Cherokee. The rest of us made our way to her vehicle and we entered the theatre together. When we found our seats, Liz sat down in the seat directly to my left. This surprised me a little because I was sitting on one end, and her girlfriends were sitting at the other end of the row.

After the movie had been running for about twenty minutes, I realized that it was going to be rather boring. Thus I began to space off, paying no attention whatsoever to the movie. Approximately twenty minutes later, I felt a light touch on my left hand. I didn’t even bother to glance over, thinking that Liz had just brushed against me as she was shifting in her seat. Once again, I felt another light touch on my hand. When I glanced over, I realized that Liz was looking at me. At first, I was a little confused, because I did not know what she wanted. To my surprise, she reached out and took hold of my hand. Before I had a chance to react, her left hand was around my bicep and she was leaning on my shoulder. A few minutes later, she was asleep. I did not blame her, because the move was a sleeper. During the last hour of the movie, I could not stop thinking about what had happened. While Liz was sleeping on my shoulder, I was running all the scenarios through my head:

“Was she attracted to me? No, that couldn’t be it, could it? She is probably just bored and tired, right? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she really does like me!?”

After the movie ended, I found myself in a slight trance. I was still unsure as to what Liz had just done, and was not sure on how to proceed. This decision was quickly made for me. On the way out of the theatre, Liz suggested that we ride home with different people. As it turned out, Liz and I rode alone in her vehicle, while the rest of the group made it home in the other two vehicles that made the trip.

This really made me wonder what Liz was trying to tell me. As we made our way home, I could barely say a word, as I was trying not to embarrass myself and say something that I shouldn’t. We talked briefly about the movie and how bad it was, but nothing was said about the physical contact between the two of us. Despite the fact that I did not want to embarrass myself, I could not keep my eyes of off Liz. She was wearing a blue and white mini skirt that went half way to her knees and a blue escort kadıköy spaghetti strap top that was fairly low cut. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra as the outline of her entire breast was clearly visible through the thin blue material, not to mention her perky nipples that protruded through the top. I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking her up and down, but I could not help myself. Even if she did not catch me looking at her, I am sure that she could have noticed the bulge that was beginning to form in my shorts.

We continued to make small talk as we made our way home. When we were about 15 minutes outside of town, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to find out what she was trying to tell me, or if she was trying to tell me anything at all, during the movie.

“Were you trying to tell me something during the movie?” I asked her.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

“I mean, why did you reach out and hold my hand, and why did you decide to sleep on my shoulder?”

“I guess because it just felt natural. I was bored of watching the movie and it felt like it was the right thing to do. Were you uncomfortable with it?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I just want to know if there is something else that is going to happen between us.”

And with that statement, my entire life turned around. At that moment, we had reached my vehicle in town and we were parked beside it. Liz turned her head towards me, leaning slightly into me. Without even thinking, I did the same, and we met with a soft kiss that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only a few seconds. As we broke the kiss, I could feel the swell in my shorts beginning to grow once again. This time, it was not going to go away very quickly. I leaned in once again and began giving her slow, supple kisses on her soft lips. I moved my hand to her face and ran my hands through her hair as she wrapped her hands around my body. I could feel my manhood beginning to swell even further as we become more passionate.

All of a sudden, I realized that we were beginning to make out in her vehicle in the middle of town. I suggested that we go somewhere else if we were going to continue. She suggested that we drive out to her family’s cabin on the lake. Her family was quite well off and owned a very impressive cabin at a nearby lake. As we were driving to the cabin about 15 miles away, I said something that I never thought that I would say to her.

“You know, I have never done this before, Liz.”

“You mean that you have never made out before. Oh, come on Ryan (which is me), you have had girlfriends before.”

“Yes, I have made out before, but…but I have never…you know…”

“Gone all the way? Ryan, it’s ok. There is nothing to worry about.”

“I know that there’s nothing to worry about. I just…just don’t want to be…bad.” “You don’t have to worry about anything. You will be just fine, trust me.”

As Liz said this, we pulled into the drive of the cabin. By this time, my excitement had leveled off slightly, but my heart was absolutely racing. We entered the cabin and Liz flipped on the lights to the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry, and I said that I was good. We made our way to the living room where she turned on a very dim light in the corner of the room while I found a seat on the sofa. Liz turned toward me, and just stared at me. After a long, awkward silence, she finally broke the tension.

“You have nothing to worry about, you know. If you don’t feel comfortable doing something, then just tell me.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable, I just don’t want to disappoint you, Liz.”

“Believe me, Ryan; you’re not going to disappoint me.”

“It’s not just in going all the way Liz, there are a lot of things that I haven’t done.”

When I said that, Liz moved towards me ever so gracefully and quietly, like a predator before it jumps on the unsuspecting prey. She turned and sat on my lap, twisting her body so she could see me.

“All you have to do is let me take care of you. I promise that you will have no trouble.”

Even with her words of encouragement, my heart was still pounding in my chest. Liz moved her body closer to mine and we engaged in a kiss very similar to the first one. This time, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She let out a small gasp as her body collided with mine and we sunk further into the furniture. As we continued to entangle our bodies, she became a little more aggressive, rubbing my chest with vigor as I massaged her back.

By this time, she was laying on top of me on the couch. As she tried to move into a better position, she rolled off and we both burst out laughing. This helped calm my nerves slightly, that is, until she suggested that we move into the bedroom. When Liz picked herself up off the floor, her skirt rode high up on her hips and I could see clearly that she was wearing escort fındıkzade a very small thong. When she made her way to her feet, she left the skirt on her hips, giving me a clear view of the ass that once gave me hard ons when she walked down the hall at school. I sat on the couch in awe at first, not because I had never seen a girl’s tight ass before, but because I never thought that I would see that tight ass.

Liz realized that I was having a hard time getting of the couch, so as she sexily moved herself towards the bedroom, she turned to me and said, “Maybe you need some encouragement,” and she reached down to the bottom of her top and pulled it up over her head and threw it towards me. By the time I realized what she had done, she had darted off to the bedroom, awaiting my arrival. When I entered the bedroom, she was laying on her stomach, facing the doorway. As I moved closer to the bed, she sat up slightly, exposing her beautiful breasts. When I began to climb on the bed, she stopped me, saying,

“Someone is wearing entirely too many clothes to get on this bed. I believe that you will have to discard some of yours before you can be admitted,” with a devilish grin.

I then stood in front of her and began removing my shoes and socks. When I started removing my shirt, she got off the bed and held my hands. “I think that I will help you with that,” she said, starring into my eyes. She moved my hands to her breasts and cupped my fingers around them. I began to massage her soft, but firm chest as she reached for the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. She pulled me closer to her and we fell on the bed in each other’s arms. For the first time, she could feel my hard cock pressing up against her. As she massaged my chest, I could feel myself getting harder and harder, and so could she.

“It feels like someone is ready to get down to business,” she said, glancing down at my crotch. She moved her hands to the top of my shorts and unbuttoned them. I closed my eyes and felt her right hand slip into my shorts and boxers and grab hold of my cock for the first time. Liz pushed my shorts and boxers down my body to get her first look at me. I am not afraid to say that what she saw was not that impressive. Even at “full-strength,” I was only five inches long. I was a little ashamed at first, and I think that she could tell this.

“Oooh, it’s so beautiful, Ryan. I have never seen one like yours.”

“Are you sure, look at it, it barely makes five inches.”

“Yes, but it’s so thick. And it feels so smooth and tender. Oh, I am going to have fun with this.” Liz then began stroking my cock a little harder and leaned her chest into my face. I began kissing the most stunning breasts I had ever laid eyes on. Liz’s breasts were just a full “B,” but they were absolutely perfect for her body. Just as soon as I was really enjoying her breasts, Liz began sliding down my body, kissing every inch of me as she went, the entire time, holding onto my cock.

When she reached my crotch, she kissed all around my cock and balls, teasing me until I begged her to give her attention to my cock. Even with my begging, she continued to tease, barely touching the head of my shaft. Finally after several minutes of agonizing taunting, Liz placed her tongue at the bottom of my cock and ran it all the way to the top, stopping at the head to give it a little extra attention. I could not believe that this was happening. Of all the things that I wanted to do over the summer, I never imagined that going to bed with a girl that I only used to fantasize about would be one of them.

Liz’s licking continued, and she started rubbing my balls ever so slightly as she ran her tongue all over my hard, thick cock. She still had not inserted the shaft into her mouth, and I was getting a bit anxious. I decided to take the initiative by grabbing her head. When I did this, she let out a slight, mmmmm, but continued working on my cock. I guided her mouth to the top of shaft and coerced her mouth over the head of my cock. Liz knew that I wanted her to take me inside of her, but she still resisted.

“There is no rush she said,” She said, “I want to make this the best night of your life. Just lie back on the bed and let me do the work.”

When she said this, I figured that her licking and teasing would go on for hours, but she knew that she had to get on with it eventually. Liz grabbed the base of my cock and moved her mouth to the head. In one swift move, my entire cock was engulfed by her wonderful mouth.

“Oh, Ryan, you taste so sweet. I never knew that a cock could taste this good.”

Hearing this really got me turned on, if I wasn’t already. I thought that I was going to cum already, just by hearing her say that. Liz continued to down my cock in her throat. She started at the top and moved all the way down to the base, taking the entire thing into her mouth. Liz started to pick up the pace and I knew that I was not going to be able to hold on much longer. All of the sudden, she began to squeeze my balls with vitality. This put me over the top. I couldn’t hold it any longer. When she looked into my eyes, she knew I was about ready to let it fly.

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A Year Of First Times Ch. 03

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The following Sunday and Wednesday we went out on our normal dates. I was still so embarrassed about having cum Friday night, I found excuses for us to not go parking. By the next Friday, Torrie had started her period and I was ‘safe’ for the next week. Even though I dreaded the next time we would go parking, I wouldn’t change anything about the next Friday. It turned out to be an extraordinary evening for a red-blooded boy like me.

I went to Torrie’ house at 7 PM just as I always did. After going in for a short visit with her Mother, we were off for the evening. This was one of those evening when we drove straight to our favorite parking place. It wasn’t even dark and there we were parked in the woods where we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We both knew why we were there so without saying a word, Torrie took her shoes off, moved over onto the console that separated the bucket seats, leaned her seat forward and slipped into the backseat. After moving the passenger seat all the way forward, I took off my shoes, got out and moved my seat forward before getting in the back with her. Very soon we were enjoying kissing, hugging and touching each other. Our passion quickly increased. Our clothes began coming off almost as quickly.

First, I took Torrie’ light summer dress off and tossed it in the front seat. This revealed her beautiful body, covered only by her white panties and bra. We continued kissing as I began to fumble with the hooks of her bra and she unbuttoned my shirt. I was still struggling with the bra hooks as she unfastened şişli escort the waist of my pants. Slowly she pulled the zipper down allowing my erection to bulge forward. Breaking our kiss, Torrie sat back. First she allowed her bra straps to fall off her shoulders before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra which ended up in the front with her dress.

“Is that better?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes.” was all I could manage to say as I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and began rolling the left one between my thumb and forefinger.

“Quit! Be patient for a minute while I help you take your shirt and pants off.” Torie said as she pushed my mouth away and playfully slapped my hand.

This was not unusual because most nights she would help me take my shirt and pants off. I sat up from the seat so she could get my shirt off and put it in the front with her dress and bra.

“Now your pants!” Torrie seemed to demand. I raised up off the seat so she could pull my pants off. I really wasn’t ready for what she did next because not only did she pull my pants off, she pulled my briefs off at the same time and tossed both of them in the front with the rest of our clothes. Suddenly, I was sitting there with my hard dick pointing at the roof of my car. I was very embarrassed as I sat there naked. Sure I had been naked with her one other time but this was the first time when it was light.

“That was certainly a surprise.” I managed to say. Torrie didn’t say a word as she turned on the seat and put one escort taksim leg on either side of my outstretched legs. With her straddling my lap, we began kissing deeply. The touch of my dick against the thin material that covered her pussy was almost more that I could stand. She pressed closer and closer until she had my dick pressed against my stomach. Apparently enjoying the feeling, Torrie started rubbing up and down the length of my dick with her pussy. We continued kissing for a long time before I realized I was about to cum. In an effort to keep from embarrassing myself again, I quit kissing here long enough to whisper in her ear, “Let me take your panties off.”

Torrie didn’t say a word as she moved off my lap. She still wouldn’t allow me to take her panties off. Instead, she slowly took them off herself. They immediately went in the front seat with our other clothes before she moved back to straddle my legs. I was now having ‘an extraordinary Friday evening.’ We were both completely naked. I could see her soft pubic hair and the outline of her spread pussy lips for the very first time. When our bodies pressed close again, I almost shot off at the touch of her wetness against my dick. The feeling was sensational as the swollen head of my dick moved between the smooth slick lips of her pussy.

I’m not sure why I didn’t try to slip my dick into her wet opening. Instead of trying to fuck Torrie, I began slowly kissing my way down her body. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I sucked on her nipples and teased them with kartal escort my tongue and teeth. Kissing across her stomach, I quickly came to her belly button which I gave a tongue bath and a slow tongue fucking. Kissing farther down I was soon looking straight at her pubic hair. Through her hair I could see the wetness on the pink folds of her pussy lips. The smell was intoxicating as I traced little designs in her soft hair with my tongue. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I thrust my tongue between her lips. Now I had tasted her pussy juices on my fingers in the past but this was much better. Moving my head farther between her legs I licked up and down her lips until I found the opening to her pussy. I wasn’t able to resist the temptation to stick my tongue deep into her. Torie held my head close to her pussy as I began tongue fucking her. The more I fucked, the wetter she became. As her juices soaked my face, she reached behind her back, took my dick in her hand and began to jack me off. She stroked slowly at first but the longer I tongue fucked her pussy the quicker her strokes became.

I don’t know about Torrie but for me it quickly became too late to stop. It wasn’t long before I shot cum all over her hand and myself. Only this time I wasn’t embarrassed. Not long after that Torrie pushed my mouth away from her pussy and slowly moved off of my face. Turning around on the seat, she lay her head on my side and returned to rubbing my dick and balls.

We lay there resting for a time before dressing in silence. We didn’t talk as I drove her home but I think she and I both knew we had crossed another one of those lines you can never turn back from. After walking Torrie to the door and kissing her goodnight, I went home and fell asleep very easily.

To be continued…

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Becoming His Slut Ch. 03

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Author’s notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along.

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*****

Friday evening, I left work and headed to see Jimmy. I’d picked a peach and white with ruffle, shelf bra bustier and matching G-string to wear to work under my dress. I’d come to realize there were a couple perks to dressing as I did at work. While my dress was perfectly work appropriate, it was obvious that I was without a bra just about every day. Once call to the IT department, who sent a tech to my cubicle, and in a matter of a week I had the best running machine in the building! Just to be sure, each day at least one of them would come and check in on me. The cook in the lunch room and cashier also gave me preferential treatment as well. There were a couple women at work who gave me looks of disdain, but that was their issue. When I was asked how I could wear such high heels every day, I simply replied that I was short and needed the extra height. I’d also finally managed to figure out how to work while being constantly aroused or horny. Arriving at the parking lot around the corner from his apartment I slid out of my car, feeling a slight breeze against my inner thighs, reminding me just how wet I was already. Unlike the past weekend I didn’t bother bringing a bag, I knew the likelihood of my remembering to bring it was incredibly low. I made my way to his apartment building and up the stairs, feeling my excitement level growing with each step. Knocking on the door I tentatively began unbuttoning my top. The last time I’d had my top off before the door opened, I was surprised with Sabrina!

“Well hello!” Steve said with the biggest of smiles. “I’m just heading out.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you later,” I tried feeling a bit awkward with Steve now, “but I’m sure you’ll see a lot of me this weekend!”

“I’m planning on both!” Steve replied as he leaned in to give me a big bear hug.

One of Steve’s arms coiled around my lower back while his other hand eased over my ass. He gently cupped and squeezed my butt, giving me a kiss on the cheek, before letting me go. I watched anxiously as he descended the stairs leading out of the building. Prior to a couple days ago Steve was just my lover’s roommate who occasionally saw more of me than you’d expect. Then he ended up in the bathroom of the gas station Jimmy told me to meet him in, and had his cock in my mouth. It was a complex dynamic in my mind. Was he a friend? A friend with benefits to go with my original friend with benefits? A guy who’s cock I would occasionally suck? I didn’t know. As I walked into the apartment, I began to care less about the semantics of who was what to whom. Shedding my blouse, which I hung on a coat hook near the door, I began to unzip my skirt while I kept moving into the apartment.

“Jimmy?” I called out.

“I’m in the bedroom!” He replied.

Stepping out of my skirt, I walked into the bedroom to find him laying out what looked like an outfit for me to put on. He turned, seeing me in my open bust bustier and stopped what he was doing. His eyes turned ravenous as he turned and approached me. I was overcome with a combination of fear and desire as he neared.

“You look fuckable!” He said swarming me with his arms.

His hands grabbed my ass cheeks tightly, lifting my body by them, he moved me back pinning me against the wall. His body weight pressed me into the wall, keeping me several inches off the floor, as his mouth assaulted mine. His hands lifted my legs, lifting them until they crossed behind his back, I locked my ankles behind his back squeezing him tightly with my thighs. Throwing my arms around his neck, his hands were now free to roam my body, while his bulging jeans pressed against my pussy.

“I’ve been thinking of little more than fucking you all day!” He hoarsely grunted in my ear. “And from the heat I’m feeling from your pussy, I bet you’ve been thinking of little else than being fucked by me!”

“True!” I replied clenching him with my legs while trying to will his massive cock out of his jeans with my mind.

“You’ve got three seconds to get that G-string off or out of my way,” he said as he started to put me down giving me just enough time to unhook my ankles and get my feet under me, “or I’m tearing it off you!”

I didn’t waste time; this was one of the few articles I had that offered me any kind of coverage and I couldn’t afford to lose them. Jimmy was already undoing his jeans, revealing his already hard angry monster of a cock! Licking my lips, I started to squat as I pushed my G-string past my knees to take him into my mouth.

“Nope!” He said grabbing my upper arms pulling me back up. “I want that hot pussy of yours!” Jimmy quickly spun me around, somehow managing not to let me fall, then grabbed me in his arms. One hand went to my right breast while the other went between my thighs ankara escort roughly rubbing my wet pussy lips. “That’s a good slut,” he hissed in my ear, “sopping wet and ready for me already!” I could only moan at his touch and words.

His hands guided me into position, pulling me back from the wall a bit, then leaning me forward until I had to put my forearms on the wall to support myself. I was at almost a 90 degree angle as he started guiding his fat cock inside me.

“Ohhhh geeezusss!” I groaned as he entered me.

It didn’t take long before his cock was fully buried inside me. My entire world disappeared, it was his cock and only his cock I cared about. Then he stared fucking me!

“That’s my slut!” He said tightly gripping my hips pulling me into him as he violently thrust into me. “Take it all!”

“Oh, FUCK ME!” I cried out. “FUCK I’m CUMMING!”

He kept relentlessly pounding me like a jackhammer right through my orgasm. I should be used to it by now, but it wasn’t the case, we didn’t stop fucking until Jimmy was done fucking! He was fucking me right out of my heels. My right hand moved to my chest, still bracing myself with my left, I tugged and rolled my nipples until he erupted inside me!

“Ohh Baby! YES!” I screamed. “FUCK YES!”

I could feel him milking his cock into me and knew what was coming next. Pulling out he turned me around to face him, then pushed me to my knees. His cock, which he shoved into my mouth, was slowly softening and covered in our combined wetness. The first time he’d done this it was a shock, now I looked forward to it. My right hand tried to hold back the cum dripping from my pussy as I sucked what was left on his shaft, feeling it running down the corners of my mouth.

“Greedy little slut!” Jimmy teased pulling his shaft out of my mouth. “I left a present for you in the bathroom,” she said moving back to the bed to adjust the clothing he was picking out for that night, “come back naked with your hair done up.”

I nodded and complied. In the bathroom I found an enema kit. I’d never used one before so, as I sat on the toilet, I read the instructions twice. It seemed simple enough, but it was easy to tell that things could get messy. Roughly twenty minutes later I excited the bathroom, naked as requested, with a clean ass and great hair. Jimmy met me at the kitchen table, handing me a black leather corset to put on. Stepping into the corset, I pulled it up, slipping my arms through the straps which were set to the outside of the small cups. Jimmy wasted no time tightening the corset around my torso. With it in place Jimmy handed me a relatively boring pair of socks, which would soon be hidden by the thigh high boots I would have on.

“Those boots look good on you!” He said slowly looking me up and down.

“Thank you.” I replied taking a look at the 5 or more-inch heel boots I was teetering in. “Do I get to put on more?”

“Yeah you do,” He smirked, “but go do your make up first.”

I complied again, putting on my make up a bit heavy with a deep red lip gloss. The corset looked amazing, although my boobs were practically spilling out of them, but at least they were covered unlike most days. Making my way back to the kitchen, I could tell by the look on his face that Jimmy was pleased with my make-up and hair.

“Lay over the kitchen table,” he said with a greedy look in his eyes, “I don’t want to mess up your face!”

Moving to the table, I bent forward at my hips, laying my chest on the table leaving my ass high in the air. I spread my legs slightly, adjusting for the height of the boots, while feeling incredibly vulnerable. Jimmy was doing something behind me, I was hoping he was taking off the shorts he’d been wearing so he could fuck me again.

“Relax and breathe.” He said softly rubbing something through my pussy. “Just like Sabrina taught you the other night.”

Taking a deep breath, I felt a bit of pressure against my asshole. As whatever it was entered my body, felt like a candle like my mom had on her dinner table during holidays, I exhaled slowly while focusing on relaxing. Jimmy stopped, letting it sit in my anal canal like a thin invader. Then something happened.

“What the hell?” I started to move but Jimmy’s hand on my back held me in place. “What the fuck is going on?”

The thing that had been in my ass, for lack of a better word, had just melted. I could feel it oozing down my butt as well as inside me. The feeling of whatever it was oozing out of my ass was kind of horrifying. I had no control over what was going on, I was simply leaking from an area you don’t want to leak from! Jimmy took something, something big, and began rubbing it through whatever was now leaking from my ass.

“It’s a lube concoction slut,” he said softly, “it’s silicone based with a bit of a pain killer and muscle relaxer as well.” He pressed the thin tip of a butt plug against my loosening hole. “It will make this ankara eskort easier,” he said pressing it inside me slowly, “but you’ll need to breathe still.”

Jimmy pushed what felt like a very large buttplug inside me, then let it back out, before pushing it deeper inside.

“JESUS!” I groaned, “How big is that fucking thing?”

“It’s a little large.” Jimmy replied, I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Just keep breathing deep.” He instructed.

“OH God Baby!” I moaned as he fed more of it into me. The bulb was massive! I was so thankful the lube he used had some kind of numbing cream or I’d be screaming. “Soooooo fuckingggg biggggg!”

The bulb finally made its way through my stretched canal, my stretched muscles clamped around the fat invader pulling it into me. The stem, which was still in my anal canal, was fat too. Not to be gross but I felt like I was mid poop! Thankfully, Jimmy told me not to move. He left me there to adjust to the fat invader, returning with a couple wipes to clean up the left over lube. With my butt full and cleaned up, he returned, taking me by one hand to help me stand. It took a bit to adjust, I honestly felt like I had a cock in my ass! Jimmy helped me into a belted black leather mini-skirt that sat low on my hips and still barely covered my ass! I’d have been worried about it but I could barely focus on anything but the plug filling me. He added a semi-sheer white blouse, which he tied around my waist leaving it unbuttoned. Finally, he folded the upper half of each cup inside leaving the upper half of my nipples exposed. The semi-sheer top would do little to hide them from prying eyes, again, the plug had me completely distracted! Jimmy pronounced me ready then led me to the door.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk!” I growled in a low voice as a new challenge had started, walking with a massive plug shifting inside me. “I hope we aren’t going too far,” I said squeezing my legs tightly, “or I’m going to cum!”

“Not far slut,” he replied somewhat reassuringly, “just to the truck then to the bar where Steve’s band is playing.” I shuddered at his words wondering how I could go out with this massive plug in my ass. “Come on,” he coaxed as he pulled me with his hand, “you can do it!”

Making it out to the hallway I could feel my pussy tingle for attention. The stairs didn’t help, as with each step down the plug seemed to push against the inside of my anal canal. It wasn’t like it was going to fall out, but it was like being fucked from the inside! Because of the commercial areas downstairs the stairs to the apartments were longer than usual. I was almost a third of the way down the steps when the door opened from the street and two guys started to come toward us. The first elbowed the other guy then pointed upward. They were both looking up my very short skirt directly at my pussy! I had no way to cover myself, and with the plug consuming my brain and driving my libido, I really didn’t care that they were looking at me.

“Nice skirt!” One of them said as they walked past.

I wanted to respond but was almost sure my response would be little more than a guttural moan. Once outside things got a little easier, although I felt completely exposed as the early night air, as it seemed to touch my pussy, ass and tits the most. Jimmy put a towel on the seat for me to sit on, then helped me into his truck. I let out a yelp as he started it, the engine sending vibrations through the plug directly into my soul! Laughing, Jimmy revved the engine a couple times before pulling out of the parking space. In a matter of seconds my legs were spread as wide as they could go while I furiously rubbed my clit with my right hand while tugging my nipples free of the corset cups with my left. Thankfully the drive was relatively short, but long enough to allow me to orgasm just as we were pulling into the parking lot.

“How long do I get to keep this inside me?” I panted while trying to compose myself.

“Until I decide to take it out,” Jimmy replied casually, “and by the time I decide to take it out, you’re going to beg for me to put something else up there!” I shuddered, plus had an aftershock, at the thought. “Time to go inside.” Jimmy said climbing out of the driver’s seat.

Helping me out of his truck, we walked across the street to the bar. I felt as if a spot light were on me, and that everyone was watching me cross the street! My pussy fluttered as we entered the bar, Steve’s band was already playing and the vibrations of the music were making the plug vibrate inside me even worse than the truck ride! Jimmy pulled up a stool at the bar, directing me to the one next to him. Because of the build of the bar, and my desire to sit somewhat lady-like, I had to sit a bit sideways in order to cross my legs. Jimmy ordered me a drink, which I took a couple long sips of before trying to settle in. A couple guys came up and exchanged pleasantries with Jimmy, two of which too long glances up my short skirt çankaya eskort or let their eyes linger on my chest. The attention, as well as the vibrations assault on the butt plug and my innards, made paying attention to much of anything close to impossible. Halfway through my pretty strong drink someone was taking my left hand.

“Huh?” I said finally snapping out of my trance.

“He’s taking you to the dance floor,” Jimmy said reaching behind me giving my ass a squeeze, “have fun!”

The closer we got to the speakers the words the plug’s vibrations resonated through my body. I wasn’t sure that is was possible to get hornier, but apparently it was. My nameless dance partner was tall, handsome, and dripping with confidence. His hands started out just above my hips, the dance floor was pretty crowded, which gave him excuse to pull me closer. Before the midpoint of the song I was grinding into him while his hands held my ass tight. The song went right into another, which had him turning me around so he could grind his crotch into my ass. His hard cock seemed to push partly against the plug, while his hands held me amazingly tightly. I struggled to make out the words he was saying in my ear as I pushed my ass into him as hard as I could. The words I could make out would have made a normal woman blush or be offended. He wanted to fuck me, it was oddly thrilling to be wanted like that. I doubted I could take him inside me with the plug filling my ass, but there was more than one way to empty a cock! It shocked me how I was thinking, I was considering sucking off a random guy! Then again, I had never felt this horny before! I decided I needed a break before the next song began, leading my dance partner off the floor I returned to a smiling Jimmy.

“You look like you’re having a hot flash,” Jimmy said holding back a laugh, “or are you just hot and bothered?”‘

“I’m beyond hot and bothered!” I replied taking a gulp of my drink. “If I’d let him,” I said taking another gulp, “he’d have fucked me right on the dance floor!”

“Oh I am sure he would have,” Jimmy’s face was full of confidence, as if this was the direction he wanted me to go in and I was following willingly, “but there’s a side door to a nice outdoor area that may be a bit more private. His hand went under my short skirt, pressing right against my pussy as he continued. “Keep in mind,” he leaned in close as he spoke, “no one gets this unless I say they get this!” I could only nod in response.

He’d just claimed ownership of my pussy and I’d gladly accepted! Jimmy pulled his hand from under my skirt, holding it up for me to lick clean. I didn’t give it a second thought, holding his wrist in my hand I slowly licked his fingers not caring who was watching! The guy I’d been dancing with returned asking me if I was ready for more.

“Have fun!” Jimmy said taking his hand from me.

Quickly finishing my drink we returned to the packed dance floor where he went right back to grinding his hard cock into my ass. I pressed my ass into him, grinding up and down on his shaft feeling him react to my actions. Managing to turn around, I pulled myself to him with one hand while quickly pushing my other between us so I could cup and squeeze his hard cock. Staring him straight in the eye I massaged his cock on the dancefloor while he groped my ass with one hand while holding me tight with the other. Finally, I’d had enough. I needed relief! Between feeling his rock hard cock and the speakers reeking havoc on the seemingly growing plug in my ass I was about to explode! Grabbing his arm, then taking his wrist I led him toward the side door. Steve gave me a wink and a smile as I passed where he was playing guitar on the stage. The air outside felt 50 degrees cooler than the air in the bar, making me realize that my thighs were soaked into my boots! My dance partner descended on me like a ravenous shark. One hand went to my pussy, the other to my chest while his mouth engulfed mine. Pinning me against the wall barely a foot from the door I quickly found myself grinding into his thumb and hand which were pressed against my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet!” He grunted as our kiss broke.

I didn’t say a word, instead I pushed his head to my chest, pulling my top open with my other hand. He didn’t get to speak again until after I came as I held his head in place. Managing to slip my free hand between us again I massaged and squeezed his cock through his jeans as I rode his hand to bliss. My orgasm didn’t take long, I was soon groaning as I coated his hand.

“You are one horny bitch!” He exclaimed as I pulled his hand from my crotch to my mouth.

“That’s horny slut,” I said giving his thumb a long lick and suckle, “now undo your jeans so I can return the favor!”

Releasing his hand, I plunged my tongue into his mouth as he fumbled with his belt. Hearing his zipper getting yanked downward I knew he was ready enough. I quickly moved downward, until I was squatting in front of him with my back to the brick wall, taking his throbbing cock in my hands. He wasn’t as big as Jimmy, or even Steve, but he was surely cum filled and I wanted it! With one hand between my legs, working me to another orgasm, I began to lavish his cock with my tongue.

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Back Garden

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We live in a nice suburb in sunny Barcelona. Apart from the neighboring houses which are mostly shielded by trees, our house is pretty secluded, and only accessible trough our rather noisy gate in the driveway.

I live with my girlfriend, Valerie, and we have a great sexual relationship. The thing is, that I have a much stronger exhibitionist urge than she does, although she’ll quickly take me up on a challenge, although it’s more to please me, than to satisfy any exhibitionist urge she may have. For example, flashing her breasts at other motorists while we’re driving. However, I do get off on the possibility of being seen naked. Of having other people’s eyes stroking my naked body and seeing my dick, when I “don’t know” they’re watching. I often suntan in the nude in our back garden, but that’s generally about as exciting as it gets.

However, one Saturday morning, an opportunity presented itself, that had my mind working overtime. I was in the bedroom, rearranging my cupboards, when Valerie’s mobile rang in the dining room. It was her mom, Karen, on the line, wanting to return some dishes we’d left at her place when we went over for dinner a few nights ago. I heard Valerie mention to her that she’d be popping in to the office a bit later, but she was welcome to just drop them off at our place whenever she was ready. Valerie’s mom had a remote for the gate, because she was around so often. Not that I mind. Although Karen wasn’t a ‘bombshell’, she exuded a strong air of sexiness and confidence. She had large breasts, and fantastic legs, with nice shapely hips and thighs, and at 48, she was very open minded and adventurous, judging from some past conversations we’ve had around the dinner table. Her open mindedness is precisely what got me thinking of my plan.

Although I would NEVER try anything with her, I knew that she was the type of person that would never be offended if she were to ‘accidentally’ see someone naked. In fact, she would probably send encouragement, blowing wolf whistles etc. She always carries herself very elegantly, but I knew she was very naughty, and I was going to test my theory, and get a bit of a thrill at the same time.

Valerie went off to work, saying she’d be back in a few hours. She did not mention ankara escort to me that her mom would be coming round to drop the dishes off. This was perfect. All the better for me to ‘accidentally be caught’. I went to our back garden and lay down on a towel, on the grass, just a yard or so from the french doors. I positioned myself so that I could see Karen’s reflection in the bedroom TV, once she was at the bedroom door, (if she indeed came this way). But I faced away from the french doors, so that I wouldn’t be able to “see” her should she walk through to the back garden. All was set, and all I could do was wait. My mind was racing. Should I back out of the idea? No, I would go for it. About half an hour passed, when I heard the driveway gate open, and close, just enough to let a person walk through. I knew it was her.

I was now completely naked, lying on my back. My penis was already starting to throb slightly, as I was thinking about what could happen. I was starting to have second thoughts. Would she be pissed off? Would I be hopelessly embarrassed? What was the worst thing that could happen? Just then, I heard her walk in the front door. I had the radio on at a medium volume, so I could deny hearing her, when she called “Hello?” I heard her put the dishes on the kitchen counter. Then I heard her heels walking from the kitchen to the dining area, near the back garden. I could see her reflection in the TV screen as she came towards the bedroom. Her footsteps were getting louder and clearer, “Hello?”

Oh shit, this was it! I couldn’t suddenly get up now, or it would look suspicious. My heart was pounding! She was in the bedroom! I heard her footsteps come towards the french doors, where I was lying just outside, and then she stopped suddenly. Through my sunglasses, I could see her reflection in the TV. She was standing at the french doors, but slightly behind the curtain…hiding! My heart was now pounding profusely. My “mother in law” was looking at me, lying here totally naked, and I wasn’t doing anything to stop the transaction! I got a lumpy feeling in my throat as I was getting very aroused. My penis was already rock hard before she was even in the lounge. The thought of Karen seeing me lying here naked, ankara eskort was a huge turn on. I had the fantasy run through my mind many times. It was totally taboo, and anyway you look at it, a bit twisted, but I thought hey, you only live once. Now she really WAS standing here looking at me, completely exposed, and I was so fucking horny. I just wanted to take my dick in hand and start jerking off, but that would really be pushing it a too far. (Pun intended)

I was trying to imagine what she was thinking. Wondering what she was saying to herself as she looked at me, as her eyes wandered over my exposed, naked body. What was she thinking as she looked at my long, uncovered, erect penis, as I lay there, sunbathing in the bright sunshine? Was she shocked? Was she offended? Or was she thinking, “So this is what he looks like. So this is the hard, erect penis, that thrusts into my daughter’s innocent vagina, that gives my daughter multiple orgasms? So this is the, rather long, penis that my daughter has most likely taken into her mouth, sucking the aching head and tasting the savory pre-cum, before shifting position and straddling over it, and guiding it between her soft, moist, hot lips, feeling the head stretch her lips open, and slide up inside her vagina?” I wonder if she was fantasizing about me. Seeing me innocently lying there naked, was she starting to think about what it would be like if it was her?

In the reflection, I could see her rhythmically squeezing her breast. I could see her rubbing and tweaking her nipple through the fabric of her blouse, as her other hand kneaded her ample breast in rhythmic circles. Yes indeed, this confirmed it. She was thinking about walking outside into this garden, and standing over me, before dropping and stepping out of her panties, lifting her dress above her head, and straddling over me. She imagined herself slowly dropping to her knees, and taking my sun-heated penis in her hand, guiding it between her wet, steaming lips, where she would feel the pulsing head, nudging her entrance. She imagined rubbing the head back and forth between her labia lips, spreading her wanton juices over my cock while nudging her clit, before guiding it back to her vaginal opening, and dropping çankaya eskort herself slowly onto this big, thick veiny dick. Feeling herself being stretched wide open. Feeling the hot head burrow itself up inside her, feeling the hot, well-girthed shaft slide against her vaginal walls.

Feeling the head press against her cervix, as she forces more of the seemingly never-ending length of cock, deeper and deeper inside her. She wants to completely consume my penis with her silky, mature pussy. She feels like this dick is so deep inside her, she can feel it in her throat. Her thighs begin to feel the burn, as she rhythmically lifts herself up, and drops herself down onto the unyielding length of cock, again, and again, and again…..She can feel the tension in her body building, as she impales herself repeatedly on my penis, rising up slightly, and dropping herself, again and again, feeling so full, feeling the electricity coursing through her clit, through her thighs, through her body, to her fingertips, as they dig into her pale breasts, clenching her voluminous mounds, feeling her nipples burn and jolt, feeling her hips shifting back and forth, faster, and faster, and faster, grinding herself onto my merciless cock, invading her sacred, forbidden space, letting it force itself into her, ripping her up from the inside, opening the floodgates of lust, grinding herself to bliss, grinding herself to climax! “Oooohhh yesssssss!!!!! Oooohhhhhh, fuck yessssss unghhhhhhhhhh” she seethes through exposed, clenched teeth! “yessssssssmmmhhhaaaaaaaa.”

I was now throbbing like a steam train, and I needed to have some release or I would lose my mind just lying here on the grass. Just knowing that her eyes were exploring my naked body, and what she may be thinking about doing to it, was making me short of breath. I was actually letting this happen, and it felt so warped and twisted and erotically good.

I was starting to think of defensive lines to use if she confronted me. How was I to know she was standing there? There’s no way I could see or hear her from where I was laying. She was the one who should be embarrassed for sneaking up on me, not letting me know she was there. My mind went on and on.

Reality was snapped back to life by the sound of the gate opening again. It must have been Valerie having forgotten something. Karen disappeared from the bedroom. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist as I heard Karen say to Valerie, “Hello darling, I just got here myself…”

I need a cigarette.

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Chapter 13: Jackie to the rescue

The next day I tried to find Safia but there was no answer when I knocked on her door and she did not respond to my calls and texts. A girl in her corridor said she thought she had gone home for a few days. I was miserable and didn’t know what to do. I hated to think that Safia thought badly of me and I dreaded the thought that this might be the end of our relationship. That evening I moped around the house and continued to do so for the rest of the week. I skulked in my room trying to do some work but not succeeding. I continued to text Safia with no response.

One evening a few days later Jackie knocked on my door.

“Do you fancy sharing a bottle of wine,” she asked.

“Not really I am a bit tired,” I replied.

“It’s only seven o’clock,” Jackie responded, “and you have hardly been out for days. Come and tell me what’s going on.”

Eventually I was persuaded to join her on the living room couch where she thrust a large glass of red plonk into my hand. Initially I was too ashamed to confess what was upsetting me but Jackie skilfully wheedled the full story out of me.

“So she just kicked you out? But why?” Jackie asked after I had told most of my sorry tale.

“She said I had raped her,” I finally admitted.

“You raped her!” Jackie was aghast. “That doesn’t sound like you David.”

“Well I didn’t exactly rape her, I just didn’t stop when she wanted me to.”

“Go on tell me how it went.”

“Well she said she had a present for me and then she made it clear that she was going to do something well…. sexual for me as a sort of present,” I explained.

“What sort of thing?” Jackie asked.

“Well she actually suggested that we have anal sex. You know she’s a Muslim and wants to preserve her virginity and all that but she said you know…. That I could fuck her like that.” I went on.

“So what kind of lubricant did you use?”

“Lubricant?”

“Yes surely you used something to make it a bit easier for the poor girl.” Jackie said incredulously.

“Well I sort of used a bit of saliva and then just pushed it in,” I confessed.

“And then I suppose you just thrust away into the poor girl?” Jackie suggested.

“Well yes, I thought that was what she wanted and well…. I hadn’t had it for weeks. I suppose I was a bit desperate. Oh God Jackie, have I been a complete idiot?” I asked.

“Well basically yes,” Jackie responded. “You broke the first three rules of anal sex.”

“What are those?”

“Well first make sure the lady is completely ready, second use lots and lots of lubricant and then some more and third go real slowly to start with.”

“Oh Christ, I didn’t do any of those,” I replied. “No wonder she freaked out. But hey when I went to that party with you, you know I went to the anal room and did it with Lady Melksham.”

“Yes”

“Well it was fine then, I mean I just slipped into her and didn’t use any lube,” I went on.

“But David remember Lady Melksham is an old hand not a nervous young virgin like Safia and she had probably been buggered several times that night so her arse would have been well and truly stretched and lubricated. No wonder you just slipped into her,” Jackie explained.

“Oh God,” I groaned, “I never thought of that. I have really fucked up haven’t I?”

“Well maybe not,” Jackie said reassuringly, “you might still win her back. Even if you don’t I think you should learn how to do anal with a lady properly.”

“Well there’s not much chance of that at the moment,” I replied miserably.

“Not necessarily,” Jackie said. “After all I could teach you.”

“What you mean you would… you know, let me?” I said in amazement.

“Well why not, what are landladies for?” she replied.

“Well I don’t know many that would let you do that to them,” I said, cheering up for the first time in days.

Somewhat later that evening Jackie and I had started on the second bottle of red and my lesson was in full flow. Jackie was naked, bent over the seat of the sofa resting her elbows on the cushions. I had just finished licking her pussy until her juices were flowing strongly. My weeks of practice in that department with Safia seemed to have paid off and she complimented me on my muff diving skills. Now Jackie had insisted that I use my tongue on her nether hole. I was a little hesitant, a woman’s arse seemed a little dirty to dip one’s tongue into.

I paused looking down at the two plump globes of Jackie’s arse, I gently separated the twin hillocks and there peeking up at me I saw her delicious rosebud close up for the first time. My cock stiffened perceptibly. I wanted to fuck that tight little starburst so badly. Gently I leant forward and tentatively licked around the tight entrance. Jackie murmured encouragement and I licked more cautiously, circling the wrinkled sphincter. I experimentally pushed my tongue inward a little and found I made little headway. I licked around the entrance some more and I could feel Jackie eskişehir escort relaxing. Experimentally I brought one hand forward and caressed her pussy. Again she murmured her appreciation and I brushed her clit, continuing to rim her anus with my tongue. I tried once more to push the tip of my tongue inward and this time just managed to probe inside a little. The taste was fine and I pushed a little further gently tongue fucking the tight entrance.

“Oh David, you have no idea how good that feels,” Jackie murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention of doing so and continued to rim her arse while gently fondling her clit and occasionally pushing a couple of fingers deep inside her sopping pussy.

“Now David how about some lube in there to really open things up,” Jackie suggested.

I reached for the bottle of lube which Jackie had left on the coffee table. I wasn’t too sure how much to use or how to apply it but I squeezed a little onto my finger and circled her tight rosebud.

“That’s it,” said Jackie encouragingly “push it in and spread it inside.”

I gently pushed by index finger against her tight hole and slowly eased it inward. Certainly the lube made things easier and once past the initial resistance I was able to slide my pinky around in her back passage easily. I decided to take Jackie at her word about using more lube than you thought necessary and put another generous amount on my finger. It slid in even easier this time and I gently eased it to and for ensuring her whole passage was well coated. I tried experimenting with two fingers and plenty more lube. It was harder to stretch Jackie’s anus to accommodate them but with some gently probing I slowly worked both digits into her rectum. I could feel her sphincter relaxing and stretching. This is what I should have done with Safia. No wonder she had freaked out. After a few minutes of gently thrusting and probing Jackie announced that she was ready.

“David I think I am ready, are you going to put your cock in my arse,”

“Of course if you are ready,” I responded.

I began to generously coat my now throbbing cock with lube. I could not wait to feel Jackie’s plump bottom tightly gripping my pole but I didn’t want to hurry things along too much and spoil everything again. I positioned the purple mushroom of my cockhead against her brown hole and paused.

“Nice and slow now,” urged Jackie. “Just press firmly but not too hard until you feel things giving way and then slowly push in but not all the way at once.”

I pressed inward a little with no effect. I thrust a little more firmly and just managed to get the tip of my cock into her entrance. I began to infitessimally ease my cock forward pausing each time I pressed forward another half inch. The pleasure was exquisite as I felt the tightness of her sphincter slowly engulfing my prick.

“Is that alright, I am not going too fast,” I asked.

“No that’s delicious,” Jackie responded. “Just keep going real slow like you are now.”

Bit by bit my cock sank deeper and deeper into her rectum. I paused and looked down. The view was delectable. The twin peaches of Jackie’s rounded posterior framed the vision of the tightly stretched circle of her anus the centre, which was tightly stuffed with my swollen pole. I desperately wanted to fuck her senseless but knew I had to restrain myself. I continued to thrust forward until finally my prick was buried to the hilt in her luscious arse. I paused enjoying the delicious sensations of the base of my cock being tightly gripped by her sphincter and her soft buttocks caressing my hips.

“Now you can start thrusting but very slowly to start off with,” instructed Jackie. “And if I say stop you stop immediately.”

I murmured my agreement and began to tentatively make tiny movements in her arse. The sensation was exquisite and quite unlike fucking a vagina. For a start her arsehole was far tighter than a pussy but also the pressure was all around the base of my prick whereas it seemed the main stimulation in a pussy was around the cockhead. I immediately decided that I adored anal sex and wondered if I would ever again persuade Safia to allow me to do it with her. This thought soon faded as I became lost in the delight of fucking Jackie’s plump arse. After a few minutes of cautious and gentle movement she encouraged me to go a little faster and I began to thrust in and out rather more deeply.

“Oh Jackie, I can’t tell you how amazing this feels. Are you sure it is OK for you?” I asked.

“It’s always a little painful at first but not much as you were so gentle and now I am really getting in to it,” Jackie replied. “I could just do with a little attention to my clit do you think you could manage that?”

I reached forward, it wasn’t all that easy to reach Jackie’s clitoris while fucking her from behind but I soon found the swelling little bud and began to gently rub it as a slowly thrust back and forth in her back passage.

“Oh yes that’s the spot, eskişehir escort bayan keep on like that,” urged Jackie.

It felt wonderful not only to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of Jackie’s beautiful bottom but to know that she was enjoying it as much as me. If only I could achieve this with my darling Safia. Soon Jackie’s pussy was leaking copious amounts of juices and I used these to anoint her clit. I could sense she wanted me to rub her harder and began to swiftly massage her as my strokes became ever longer in a firmer in her tight sphincter.

“Oh don’t stop now my arse is on fire but I am so close to coming,” gasped Jackie.

“Do you want some more lube?” I asked.

“No I am so close, just fill me with your big fat cock,” she responded

“Oh your tiny arse feels so tight around my prick,” I added.

“Oh I want to feel your hot spunk squirting up my dirty little hole,” she groaned.

I had never experienced a woman talking dirty like this but I could see she was getting turned on by it and it was getting to me as well.

“Oh yes Jackie, I am going to fill your arse with my sperm, my cock is going to burst,” I added.

“Oh fuck me, fuck me harder. Stretch my little hole so wide,” she cried.

I was now pistoning away in her backside. I was sure it must be painful but Jackie just kept on encouraging me and I sensed she was close to coming as her cries reached a crescendo and then she was simply screaming “yes, yes, yes” over and over and I pumped her anus mercilessly until I felt a tightening sensation in my scrotum and tingling in my balls. Then my prick simply exploded and with a whoosh I had the most almighty ejaculation. I could feel the come spurting from my cock over and over again with each thrust until I had milked my balls dry and my penis dropped from Jackie’s reddened and well fucked hole.

Afterwards we helped one another to clean up with a box of tissues and Jackie brought us a couple of glasses of scotch to celebrate.

“Well I know that you lost your anal virginity with Lady Melksham but I think tonight is the night you really got initiated into anal sex and you passed with flying colours,” said Jackie.

“Do you really mean that?” I asked in surprise.

“Of course, that was a great fuck,” Jackie replied. “Though remember that if you do it with a girl and it’s her first time you may need to be a lot gentler but you did good.

I lay back not only enjoying the afterglow of my second successful anal coitus but also basking in Jackie’s generous praise. It boosted my dented confidence after the fiasco with Safia and I at last felt that I might have a chance if not with her then maybe with some other girl.

Chapter 14: A trip to London

It was about a couple of weeks after my night with Jackie that I decided to take a trip to London one Saturday. I had read in the paper that there was an exhibition of Turner’s work at the National Gallery. He was one of my favourite painters but I had only managed to see a few of his pictures in different galleries which I had visited over the years. Unfortunately none of my university friends seemed the slightest interested in art so I decided to make an expedition on my own. I excitedly boarded the train with my cut price student rail ticket and was soon in London.

The exhibition proved to be every bit as wonderful as I hoped. Some of the paintings such as ‘Rain, Steam and Speed’ of the Great Western Railway and the steam boat in a snow storm seemed to prefigure impressionism while the vast canvas of ‘The Fighting Temeraire’ with its vivid sunset colours blew me away at the end of the exhibition. I was just standing there in awe admiring this wonderful masterpiece when I heard a voice behind me.

“Hello, stranger. Fancy seeing you here!”

I turned around and was surprised to find myself face to face with Sarah who I had encountered at Lord and Lady Melksham’s orgy.

“Sarah, how lovely to see you,” I exclaimed. “I just came to see the Turners. Aren’t they amazing.”

“Oh wow do you love him too?” enthused Sarah. “He has got to be my favourite painter. Isn’t this just the most brilliant picture?”

We spent a few minutes sharing our views on the exhibition and then I suggested we repair to the café for some lunch. Over tea and sandwiches we quickly caught up on one another’s lives since our first encounter. Sarah it seemed was studying history of art at the Courtauld and actually doing her doctorate on Turner. She asked if I would like one last look at the Turners so after lunch she showed me some of her favourite pictures and explained some of the finer points of Turner’s technique. As a fellow fan I found all this fascinating and before we knew it a couple of hours had passed.

Sarah looked slightly less chubby than the last time I had seen her but she still had the same unruly mop of curly reddish blonde hair and the same cheeky smile which I had found so attractive before. She might have lost a few pounds escort eskişehir but she had managed to keep her great curves and as I followed her into the café I couldn’t help noticing how well her bottom filled her tight pair of jeans.

“Hey I am not keeping you?” she suddenly asked. “I mean have you got to go anywhere else or meet anyone?”

“Erm no,” I replied. “I mean I was just going to get the train back home.”

“Oh well, do so if you want to but I was thinking of getting some food and cooking for myself tonight as my flatmates are away. You would be welcome to come and join me,” Sarah suggested.

“I would just need to check what time the last train goes but that sounds great,”I replied.

“Well of course if you need to get back tonight, but if you want to stay over we have loads of room at the flat,” Sarah said with a cheeky grin.

I wasn’t too sure exactly what Sarah was suggesting but even a meal and a bottle of wine with her would be pleasant if that was all that was on offer and given our history I hoped it might be something more.

We took the tube out to the suburb where Sarah had her flat and she led me to a nearby supermarket. She rapidly piled ingredients into her basket then I insisted on buying a couple of bottles of wine. I pulled down a bottle of white burgundy and began looking at the blurb on the label.

“You like white burgundy?” Sarah asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I don’t actually know much about wine but Jackie got me into this.”

“One of my favourites too and should go beautifully with the chicken I am going to cook,” she replied.

Sarah lived in a large flat which she shared with three other girls. When we arrived she quickly made some tea and we settled on the sofa in the shared living room for a chat, catching up on what had happened since our first encounter. Sarah, it seemed, had had a short lived relationship with another postgraduate student but she had recently dumped him and she was single again. She said that she rarely saw Caroline who I had also met at the Melksham’s orgy. She was working abroad much of the time but occasionally went for a drink with Sarah when she was in London. Sarah was keen to know about my love life so I explained that I had embarked on a relationship with a gorgeous Muslim girl who was a fellow student but things had not worked out.

“So was her religion the problem which led to the end of the relationship?” asked Sarah.

“Well not exactly, if anything it was my fault,” I explained.

“Oh God, you didn’t cheat on her,” exclaimed Sarah. “That’s why I dumped my bastard ex.”

“Oh erm no, nothing like that,” I stammerered.

“Oh come on David spill the beans,” urged Sarah.

“Well how can I put it. I wanted to take things a bit faster sexually than she did,” I said.

“Oh so you wanted to fuck her and she wouldn’t let you because she was Muslim and so you dumped her” said Sarah in her direct way.

“Well not exactly,” I replied. “It was actually she who dumped me.”

“Look it’s none of my business if you don’t want to talk about it,” responded Sarah sensing my discomfort.

“No it’s OK, it’s just a little embarrassing,” I explained.

“In what way?” asked Sarah, still obviously eager to know more.

“Well erm she didn’t want to lose her virginity on account of being Muslim and everything but she said she wanted to try anal, you know because she would still technically be a virgin.” I reluctantly revealed.

“So didn’t she like anal sex after all?” replied Sarah, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

“Well I think I was a bit too rough and she wanted me to stop and I didn’t,” I admitted. “I mean I didn’t intend to hurt her and I am really ashamed and everything.”

I realised how lame this sounded and wondered whether Sarah was going to kick me out in disgust.

“So you really like the idea of anal sex but never managed to do it properly,” Sarah said.

“To tell the truth I have done it a couple of times,” I explained. “At the orgy, after we got separated, I found my way to the anal annexe and Lady Melksham let me fuck her… you know up the bum.”

“Oh wow, I never managed to get down there. That would have been a sight to see you shagging old Lady Melksham up the arse. Did you like it?”

“It was amazing,” I replied. “The trouble was I just assumed that I could do it the same with any woman. When Safia suggested it I never thought that with her being a virgin and all I might have to approach things….. well a bit differently.”

“So you didn’t really rape her you just went in a bit too forcefully,”said Sarah.

“I suppose so,” I replied. “But I still feel bad that I upset her.”

“You said that you had had anal a couple of times when was the other time?” asked Sarah still curious.

“Oh that was with Jackie,” I explained.

“What Jackie your landlady who brought you to the Melkshams?” Sarah asked.

“Yes of course,” I said.

“What, was this before or after you had tried to fuck your Muslim girl?” Sarah queried.

“Oh after,” I explained. “When Jackie found out what had happened with Safia she said I ought to learn how to do anal properly and gave me a lesson.”

“My god she sounds like the perfect landlady, taking you to orgies and giving you lessons in anal sex!”

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The weekend was finally here, and I just wanted to drink, watch TV, jerk off, and sleep. Unfortunately for me, my roommate had other plans. The sun hadn’t set, yet he still dragged me out of the house.

It was a short walk to a neighboring park where there was some kind of music festival happening. It was just a few local musicians performing in different sections of the park. The crowd was mostly young couples and families milling about.

We weren’t there five minutes before I glanced at my watch, trying to figure out how much time I would give it before I bailed on Mike. When I looked up, he was frowning. “C’mon Nic, you can’t leave me tonight. You owe me!” he declared.

“Why do I have to be here anyway?” I raised a brow. “You can definitely handle… this,” I gestured to our surroundings, “all on your own.” Mike rolled his eyes at me as if he was talking to a child. “My future wife is going to be here. But, she’s coming with her sister. I need you to run interference.” He slapped my shoulder and said, ” So put your wingman hat on, and I might…just might… name our firstborn after you.”

We stopped in front of a small stage where a local band just started when I noticed a pretty blonde walking towards us. She was short and petite with some nice B cups. She wore a cute little white dress that made her look sweet and innocent.

She was tiny enough so that you didn’t have to powerlift like I did to throw her around in bed. I chuckled to myself. This was Mike’s type.

She saw my roommate and quickly walked towards us. I noticed a cute dark-haired girl trailing slowly behind her, absorbed with her phone. The brunette was taller, but she looked a lot younger. When she finally looked up, I could see big brown doe eyes. They were beautiful.

She gave me one glance before frowning. Great! I had to work hard on charming this one. I get it…She clearly didn’t want to be here. I didn’t either. I looked at her, frowned, and then looked at Mike. His eyes silently pleaded with me. I groaned, preparing myself to plaster on a fake smile for the night.

We walked towards them and Mike stretched his arms open to the small blonde. He lifted her off the ground with a hug, and smiled wide as he introduced her. “Nic! THIS is Christina!” The pretty blonde looked up at me with a shy smile.

I reached out to shake her hand. She looked down at my outstretched arm and smacked it away. “I prefer hugs,” and leaped into my arms. As I pulled away she grabbed my forearms, “Wow, you’re huge.” I bit back my normal smart-ass response and just laughed.

I’ve heard this before from women and some men when I met them for the first time. At 6’2″, 230 pounds I was pretty big. With the physique I developed at the gym, I’ve been called massive many times before.

I didn’t want to read too much into the look she was giving me. I just said, “Yeah thanks, I’m a trainer at a gym in Castle Hill.” I turned and grabbed a hold of my roommate’s shoulder, pulling him towards us. “I trained Mike up to be the six-pack specimen you see before you,” I boasted. Her eyes followed me as I poked at Mike’s chest and she blushed a little. He just gave her a goofy smile in return.

“You two do look like the type to eat flavorless chicken and steamed broccoli every day.” I whipped my head in the direction of the new speaker. The brunette barely looked up from her phone to see my reaction. Christina chuckled nervously and said, “Nic, this is my little sister Daisy. Daisy this is Nic,” She smacked the side of Daisy’s arm before she would look up.

Her eyes slowly scanned me from top to bottom. I felt like a live wire fell at my feet. I stood up straight for her appraisal while I looked her over too. In contrast to her sister in white, Daisy was dressed in all black. Her hair was jet black, past her shoulders, to the middle of her back. She wore an oversized black v-neck with a huge skull on it. You could still tell she had huge tits because they jiggled wildly every time she moved. Her face had dark eye makeup and pink glossy lips on a cute little mouth. I liked all of it.

She had a nice fat ass that she somehow squeezed into some short jean shorts. They were so small, you could mistake them for underwear. They revealed thick thighs that I wouldn’t mind getting between. She wasn’t toned but her curves seemed soft and squeezable.

I was attracted to her. Time to find out how old she was. “Hey Wednesday Adams, how old are you?” Daisy rolled her eyes. “I’m eighteen,” she huffed as if it should’ve been obvious. “How old are you, forty?”

My hand shot to my chest in feigned shock. I’m only twelve years older than her. She’s childish but thankfully not as young as I thought. Anyway, I wasn’t going to let her earlier comment slide.”Well, you look like the type to…”

“Why don’t we check out the rest of the park?” Mike interjected. His angry eyes caught mine. He knew I was about to hurt this little girl’s feelings and ruin the eskişehir escort whole night for him. I snapped my mouth shut and watched him as he pulled Christina away from us.

I looked back at Daisy who pressed her lips together to hide the beginnings of a smile. Her brown eyes locked on mine before her phone pinged with a notification. She just stood there texting, so I just walked off and left her.

A few seconds later I could hear Daisy running up behind me, trying to catch up with us. I should’ve had more self-control but I couldn’t stop myself from turning back to watch those massive tits sway from side to side. When she caught up with me, I pretty much stayed silent. She looked ahead at her sister and Mike who were engrossed in each other.

After a few moments of walking side by side, being ignored by me, she finally spoke. “What were you going to say? I look like the type to… to what?” I skimmed over her pretty face, all flushed. My irritation had already subsided. She’s just a stupid kid and Mike seemed to be enjoying himself. I didn’t see a point in insulting her now.

I just shrugged before responding with, “Ehh..the moment is gone.” She smiled a little before tripping on something alongside me. “Woah!” I called out as I tried to stop her fall. Her soft breasts crashed into the side of my arm as I held her in a twisted bear hug.

My effort to stop her face plant must have softened her up, if only for a second. She looked up at me, her hand still gripping my forearm. “Thank you Nic! I’m sorry about earlier. I couldn’t stop myself.” I frowned as I released her to walk. “And…You don’t really look forty.” I huffed and continued walking. “Apology accepted I guess.”

We spent a few more minutes following Mike and Christina from a safe distance as they chatted. We all stopped to eat tacos from a nearby food truck. I got a beer or two and my mood improved. It was then I started up a real conversation with Daisy.

We chatted about her recent graduation and her plans for school. She would look at me with those big eyes with these long lashes and I had to bite back the urge to touch her, kiss her. She started asking about my job. I started dropping little comments about how pretty she was. She giggled and blushed the whole time.

I bought her some cotton candy because she asked me to. Her indifference from before was replaced with flirtatiousness. I noticed how she touched me more and leaned into me as we walked. Suddenly we were distracted by a loud cackle. That drew our attention to Mike and Christina walking ahead of us. He must have said something she thought was funny. Christina threw her head back laughing and slapped him on the shoulder.

“There’s no way your friend is that funny,” Daisy grumbled. I stopped in the middle of the path we walked. I stared at her for a moment before flatly replying “he isn’t” and we both laughed. When we walked up to them, I said. “Why don’t we go back to our house? You two can…talk some more. Daisy and I could spend some more time together. I like her a lot.” I reached my arm out to pull her into a side hug.

Everyone raised their brows at that. Daisy looked like a deer in headlights. Mike gave me a questioning look while Christina eyed her sister for any discomfort. “Daisy, are you okay with that? We can go home if you want.” I looked down at Daisy. She looked up at me, and turned to her sister “I’m OK with it.”

I kept my arm around her, surprised that she didn’t pull out of my hold. Ten minutes later, we were at the house Mike and I rented. Mike quickly dragged Christina away for a ‘tour’ while Daisy followed me in. She walked around, examining everything, picking up stuff to put them back down again.

I offered her a drink to politely steer her into the kitchen. She followed me and stopped at the kitchen island. She leaned forward, elbows on the counter, with her hands clasped together. “Can I have a beer?” she asked in this pleading little girl’s voice as she bent forward.

Her tits were now on full display to me. I know she caught me looking a few times earlier tonight. What was she trying to do here? I paused to give her tits the inspection they deserved before I glanced at her face and laughed.

I was under no impression that Daisy actually wanted me. Regardless, I did appreciate the view I got. I was more annoyed that she thought I would be so gullible. I see tits every day at work.

She immediately stopped smiling as my laughter began. I suppose I wounded her little ego. I tried to soothe her with “Aww baby, don’t be upset!” But I couldn’t stifle my chuckles. “Your tits are nice,” I lowered my eyes and gave her another good look. “Real nice tits,” I concluded, nodding my head. Daisy rolled her eyes, stood up straight, and crossed her arms in front of her.

I just kept smiling. She was cute when trying to be haughty. I didn’t mind seeing those huge breasts pushed up more. I caught a little glimpse of some purple lace under eskişehir escort bayan her shirt.

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to say?” I demanded. Daisy only pursed her lips in defiance. “Did you really think I would give you alcohol if you flashed me a little cleavage?” I snickered. “You’d have to show me a lot more than that!” I reached out to offer her a glass. “Here, have some juice!”

“I’m not a baby!” She snapped.

“I can see that!” my tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I’ve had alcohol before. You’re not corrupting me or anything,” she pouted, ignoring the drink I offered. I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried to keep my focus on her face. “Getting drunk with you would be…a bad idea”

Before she could respond, a loud moan came from Mike’s room upstairs. It was followed by the dull thumping of his headboard hitting the wall. I smiled to myself. Mike now had his ‘future wife’ right where he wanted her.

The increasingly louder sex sounds made Daisy smirk at me. My cock hardened at her expression. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. I had this tasty little piece in front of me. Why hold back? I decided to see if she was interested in a little fun.

I quickly walked around the kitchen island, and Daisy twisted around to face me. Her smirk morphed into a beautiful smile as more sounds erupted from upstairs. She backed herself into the island as I leaned in. She pulled away, leaning further back over the counter forcing me to lean over her. Her big eyes darted across my body, waiting for my next move.

“You’re not a baby, isn’t that what you just said?” My hands grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her midsection to mine. “Are you hard of hearing, old man?” She quipped. I quickly brought my hand to her chin, roughly sliding my thumb over her lips to swipe her lip gloss off. She surprised me by parting her lips to swallow my finger.

Daisy sucked on the tip of my thumb. I smiled as my cock grew inside my jeans. Her pretty eyes dared me to do more. I leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “I guess I don’t have to worry about corrupting you,” I whispered into her mouth. I pressed my body into hers, letting her feel my hard cock. I expected her to push me off, but she just slid her hands under my shirt. I leaned back slightly to see her face.

She looked ready to be fucked. As I brought my mouth down on hers, I tasted the cotton candy from earlier in the night. Her whole mouth was sweet. I liked it and I dove in deeper. Her sweet tongue slid against my own.

Her eagerness only excited me. This was a whole different attitude from before. I reached up and grabbed her left breast, hard. Daisy moaned into my mouth. I impatiently pulled up the bottom of her shirt, slipping my hand under to squeeze her breast again. It was so soft and supple in my hand. My fingers tugged on her budding nipples through her bra.

She let out such a moan, it made me tug harder. Her hands moved to the front of my jeans, tugging at the denim, trying to free me. I backed up a little to slide everything down. Daisy wasted no time dropping to her knees. In the next moment, she was on me. I threw my head back as her tongue slid over my cock slit before sliding her pink tongue up and down my shaft. I almost shuddered in surprise.

Her mouth was wet and warm. I was mesmerized watching those pretty eyes as they stared back up at me. She kissed and sucked and licked me all over. She made long and slow bobbing movements as she eased my cock further and further down. I didn’t have some monster cock, but her tiny mouth stretched to take me like an Anaconda inhaling a big meal. She was making these full, sexy slurping sounds, I took a moment to turn my head away to listen for anyone coming from upstairs. I’d hate for them to find us like… “OH GODDAMN!” I cried out. Daisy’s hands her hands gripped my as she bobbed her head roughly on my cock, forcing me down her tight throat.

The light gagging noise almost pushed me over. I feared I was in danger of embarrassing myself by cumming too quickly. Thankfully Daisy pulled away, giving me a moment to recover, leaving a trail of saliva from her lips to my cock head. It was picture perfect. She began nuzzling my balls, rubbing her face against them. I opened my legs wider to allow her to slip further between my legs to lick my perineum.

“Keep sucking me,” I grunted as I reached for her head. She playfully slapped my hand away before pulling her shirt off and unhooking her bra. My head turned to the stairs, fully expecting to be caught. She gripped me, firmly pulling my focus back as she licked the underside of my cock. “Ohhh” I moaned in protest as she pulled my cock from her lips. She held up one of those big heavy tits and rubbed my cock head over her stiff nipple.

Her areolas were so big and sexy. I imagined circling them with my tongue. I immediately reached down to squeeze on her breast. My thumb brushed across her nipple over and over. Daisy resumed sucking, escort eskişehir cupping my balls in one hand, while roughly jerking me to her mouth with the other. I jerked my hips forward to push myself further in. Saliva fell from her mouth onto her chest. I slapped and pulled at her nipples as she moaned over my cock.

“I’m fucking cumming!” I hissed as Daisy locked eyes with me. “Let me see it before you swallow it,” I blurted breathlessly. She gave me a small nod before I finished. I shot into her mouth four times before I jerked my hips away with the last shot. As I stumbled away, Daisy leaned back on her heels and opened her mouth. I saw a blob of white covering her entire tongue before she threw her head back and swallowed.

“That was fucking nice!” I murmured before bending to pick up her shirt and bra from the floor. I reached out and pulled her up from the floor. “Now let’s go to my room and make you cum.” She smiled as I pulled her into my arms and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise.

As we entered my room, located behind the kitchen on the first floor, Daisy pulled out her phone from the back pocket of her shorts. Before I could protest she said, “I’m texting Christina to tell her you will drop me off and not to worry about me.” She put the phone on the nightstand and bent forward and started shimmying out of those tight shorts. I hurriedly got naked.

Without her clothes on I could see her small waist and the sexy curve of her hips. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, inching closer as I stroked my cock. I needed more time to get ready but I was more than willing to eat some eighteen-year-old pussy. Daisy smiled as she began crawling towards my pillows.

That’s when I saw the shiny black buttplug between those fat cheeks. “Holy shit! Did you have that in this whole time?” I quickly moved to squeeze her ass cheek before she flipped onto her back. In my eagerness, I gripped her knees and spread her legs wide. She revealed a nice, fat, almost hairless pussy.

“I kinda had other plans for tonight but this is just as good,” she explained. I chuckled to myself. Whoever that was for, it’s his fucking loss! “This is so sexy,” I traced the middle of her pussy lips down to her asshole. My finger circled the rim of the black, jewel-like plug in her ass. I couldn’t wait to pull it out. But first things first.

I spread her lips open and revealed her stiff clit. I leaned in to brush my nose and lips over it. I gave it a long lick and then a suck. Daisy released a loud moan before covering her mouth with a fist. I lifted my head. “You’re so wet already. Did sucking my cock get you this wet?” Our eyes met and Daisy responded with, “Less talking and more sucking!” She groaned as I dove back in between her legs.

I ran my tongue slowly over her clit hood. My index and middle finger slipped inside her. I slowly penetrated her, back and forth as my head moved up and down in tandem. In the last few minutes, my cock hardened. I was ready to get inside of her ass but I wanted her to cum first. I was so eager to taste jer juices, I began to move faster. My head shifted from up and down to side to side to alleviate my jaw. I pulled my fingers free from her wet channel and gave her butt plug a gentle pull.

Daisy arched her back and tried to twist her body to her right side. I squeezed her ass cheek as it came up off the mattress. I tasted her cum as she rolled back into her back. Her chest heaved and she covered both eyes with the heels of her palms. Her cries were so desperate and sexy. Those thick thighs closed over me like a fleshy bear trap. I pulled myself from between her legs and put my entire weight on her. I wanted to kiss her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips.

She wrapped her legs and arms around me with her body still shaking. She sucked on my bottom lip as I squeezed my hand between us to hold onto her breast. I buried my head in her neck as her fingers racked over my scalp. I lifted my head to whisper in her ear, “I want to be inside you,”

She nodded and I eagerly slid down her body. I grabbed both tits in my hands and pushed them together. My head moved back and forth from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking. My hands massaged them, moving them in small circles. It was nice to finally get a hold of them. Daisy giggled and yelped before I finally relented. “Ok let’s do this.” I pulled out my lube but kept it to the side. Daisy lifted her leg to reach for the plug but I said, “No, leave it in for a bit.” I rubbed myself over her pussy lips before pushing myself inside her.

She was so nice and tight, we both groaned as I bottomed out. “This feels so good, Nic,” she moaned. I rubbed her clit while pressing down on her abdomen. After a few hard strokes, she came again. Her toes curled. Her fingers dug into my sides as she cried out my name. I buried myself inside to enjoy it. I could have stayed there but I couldn’t forget that her ass was prepped and ready for me. I pulled out completely and slathered myself with lube. Daisy rolled herself onto all fours. I held her hips and jerked her towards me. Her thick sexy body giving me the confidence she could handled being manhandled. I massaged her ass before sliding her cheeks apart to gently tug on the plug.

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A Summer Slave Ch. 01

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Ass

I could have slotted this into anal, BDSM, or romance. It’s all three of those things.

Trigger warnings: the r-word (for sexual assault), anal, some bondage, heavy degradation/humiliation, really questionable consent/consensual non-consent (CNC), maledom (fem-sub). It starts off romantic and then changes into something…quite different…

I’m not a fan of stories involving rape nor M/f in which the f doesn’t enjoy it, so I’ve written about consent and pleasure in ways I find hot. Because, if you read my other stories, you’ll notice that the f character always has a certain set of characteristics and desires…and it should be easy enough to guess why. Also, it’s a fantasy of mine; if you’re going to try something like this IRL, please negotiate and establish consent and boundaries first!

I’m going to take this story in a different direction with the next chapter…

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“How discrete can you be, Rachel? Or maybe I should preface that statement: do you want to engage with me in a manner that would call for discretion?”

I suppose it’s never a good sign when someone asks for discretion. But in this case, it’s necessary. You see…I’m a summer associate working at a firm in the city, and my boss-mentor for the last two months is asking that question.

He leans back, spreads his arms, and studies my face. His oxfords are impeccably tamed to a professional polish. The premature lines around his dark eyes crinkle when he smiles or frowns. Everything on the surface of him suggests strength, confidence, intelligence, and ease. He looks almost too perfectly the part of the mid-thirties lawyer on the rise, with those tamed dark curls, his demeanor of taking up space. He’s altogether too perfect.

Even his name is great: Ezra Kaplan. Ezra means help or helper, and I’m grateful to have his mentorship. He’s great: he’s brilliant and charming, only three years older than me but just…if only he wasn’t my boss.

“Are you asking me for something, Mr, Kaplan?” I drop my voice, hoping it’s a seductive purr.

“Well, I’m not asking, because I’m your boss for the summer. I was hoping you’d ask.”

“Mr. Kaplan, that’s not my usual style. As for discretion -” I lean toward him ” – yes, I think discretion is called for. I don’t want anyone to think I slept my way into a job.” My heart is pounding; being so forward is not my usual style.

“Boldly presumptuous of you to cut to the chase and get to sleeping together. I was, very innocently I might add, hoping you’d like to go on a formal date. As for becoming my lover -” He looks over my body ” – let’s see if you can earn that position.”

My face feels very warm, and only partially in embarrassment. He wants something, and it’s not the draft of a contract on his desk tomorrow morning, so why the tease?

“Oh, no? Then perhaps we should call it a night? Or Shabbat dinner another night?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. Let’s get out of here?”

It’s so late that the fog has cleared. Clear nights like this are colder than the ones where the usual blanket of fog covers this city by the ocean. I shiver in my wool peacoat. Ezra offers me his, which I don’t accept. I ball my hands into fists and shove them into my pockets. I turn my shoulders inward, closing myself off from him, to make this awkward conversation easier to bear. I look up, seeing so few stars through the light pollution. It’s such such a dark night.

He gathers me into his arms, arms threaded through mine, and presses his lips against mine. My body reacts, separate from my conscious will, and my lips passionately pressed against his. A kiss of such fire and rapture, better than anything I’ve fantasized or dreamed. I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly, nor felt such magic tingling through my body.

“I want to do things no man has ever done to you, to make you feel like no one has before,” he murmurs. “Let me take you home and show you what I mean.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I’m saying. Don’t play naive.” That kiss shifted something between us, as first kisses do. I’m aware he’s pushing me, using my relative inexperience and his position as my boss to take advantage of me. The thing is: I want to play along. There’s something so fucking hot about a man you’re already attracted to taking charge, showing just how badly he wants you. It’s especially hot since I’ve wanted him for months.

“You said things no one else has done to me. I want to know what those things are.”

“I’d rather show you.” He smiles, a mysterious half-smile that gives away nothing. “I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me, Rachel?”

I don’t doubt his promises of giving me pleasure and not hurting me, but I wonder how wise it is to agree to something without knowing the terms of the contract. But the thought of him taking control is also so sexy. What the hell, I think, as my hormones and lizard brain drowning out logic, why not just go for it? We’re both adults, I only have a few denizli escort weeks of his mentorship and then nearly a year away from the office. Maybe it’s madness, absolute insanity to do this, but I really want to.

“Yes, please, yes.” He smiles again, triumphant, a conquerer’s smile. He looks genuinely happy in the dim light, and I’m happy I made him happy. He runs a hand through his waves, shakes them loose, and kisses me again.I want to keep making him smile in that way. And I realize, all at once, the most obvious thing: I really do like him. Maybe I’m falling in love with me.

And he’s kissing me rapturously and rapaciously, and I am thinking about something altogether different. I laugh. “It might be more fun to continue this in your bed instead of a cold sidewalk.”

“I’ll be the one telling you what to do.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, lightly, while laughing.

He looks at me like he’s starving, and I’m not just a snack but a whole meal. “Thank you.”

We somehow survived the drive to his place without tearing each other’s clothes off. But once we get there, everything changes.

We take off our coats and shoes, then Ezra closes and locks the door behind me. He grabs me from behind immediately, one arm around my waist and the other twined in my hair. He pulls my hair, lightly, then just hard enough that gasp, momentarily breathless. My brain goes blank. It feels…possessive and controlling, there’s something violent in it.

“You’re such a horny whore, aren’t you? I had no intention of bringing you home tonight. But you’re just such a desperate slut, getting me to bring you here. I’m going to give you what you fucking deserve.”

Then, everything snaps back into color and feeling. The energy he’s giving off is almost pitch black. Maybe the darkest power I’ve ever felt from a man, and he’s practically shimmering with it. Oh god, oh god, please, please don’t let him hurt me. Please, please, let me get away. I don’t know what’s going on here, or what he plans, but there has to be some way I can get away from him and this.

Whatever the hell he’s up to, I don’t want it. It’s going to be terrible. I could feel how terrible in the way his hold tightened when I shifted against him. I squirmed, but his hold tightened. There was also his growing excitement, the hard length of it pushing against my ass. It scares me, how he can be so calm, how even in a state of high lust and excitement he maintained this control. I need to get away, I need to run, I need – I scream in fear, and his grip in my hair tightens. I writhe against his hold. I try to kick him, but he’s behind me. He easily outsmarts me, moving his leg away with a calm, almost feline grace and casualness. I’m so stupid, so pathetically helpless, as I thrash against his hold, whimpering in fear. I’m no match for him.

He knows his power and my helplessness so well that it makes him chuckle in amusement at my frantic and helpless attempts to get away. “Oh, go right ahead, pretend you aren’t a fucking slut that wants her boss’s cock in all three of those holes. Pretend you can fight me off,” he purrs in the most evil tone. He pushes the length of cock against me again, as if making sure I can feel what he’s going to fill me with. I try to throw my weight against him. He chuckles, low, amused, and I swear his cock is like a rock. I shudder as I realize how he got harder when I fight back and by my frantic helplessness. I’m his prey, and he’s playing with me.

What had I gotten myself into? He pulls me upward by my hair, so I’m standing on my tiptoes, squealing in pain as my hair is tugged and I’m lifted so I’m struggling to stand. His voice drops to a menacing, condescending whisper “I can smell your wet needy pussy. I know it deserves a thorough fucking and beating. That ass, though, I might start off with it. I’ve wanted to bend you over and take you so many times. Imagine getting fucked in both of those holes, like the little whore you are.”

Hell. No. I was not going to let him fuck me in the ass. Absolutely, positively not.

“No, you’re not going to do that to me. I’ve never done that, and I’m not about to start tonight. You let me go, NOW.”

Oh god, I shouldn’t have told him that. He pushes the hard length of his excitement and amusement harder against me. Oh no, please, no, no…I scream again. I hope his dick rots off and he goes deaf from me screaming in his ears.

“Oh, Rachel! Have you never had your ass fucked?”

Maybe my mind is going to break. “No! And I’m going to keep screaming so that all your fucking neighbors hear, and then I’m going to march myself into your boss’s office tomorrow and – “

“Oh, I’m sure my neighbors have heard enough. And then what, Rachel? Tell my boss that you promised me you’d be discrete because you didn’t want to ruin your career? You voluntarily came home with me. You know you want it. I can smell how desperately you want it. I bet if I touched your pussy – ” His denizli escort bayan voice is so amused and calm that it’s like he’s talking about the fucking weather. It’s evil, that voice compared to what he’s saying, the casualness with which he maintains absolute fucking control.

“No, don’t do that! Fuck you! Let me go, asshole!”

He chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry, we are definitely fucking tonight. Don’t worry boo, I like it rough too. I’m not mad at you.” He grins. “Even though you are being a very bad girl, you’re still getting my cock tonight.” His hand is still in a stronghold in my hair while he fiddles with the button on my pants, undoing the zipper, tugging them past my waist and ass easily.

“No! Stop! I don’t want to! You’re a monster, a demon! You’re awful, horrible. You let me go!” In response, he lifts me off the ground by my hair, and I yelp. My pants fall to the floor.

“Awww, poor little kitty cat, caught by her scuff.” His other arm is around my hips, and I’m trying to aim so I can kick high and get him on his goddamned balls. He’s got a good ten inches and 70 or 80 pounds on me, and so, he easily swings me so that I’m cradled like a baby in his arms and he can carry me. His wavy hair is loose and wild. He’s the cat here, I think frantically. He’s like a dark lion, and I’m the prey he’s taunting and teasing. Then, he lowers his head a little, sniffing me. “Mmmm, delicious. Naughty girl, I don’t even need to touch you, I can see that you got your panties wet all the way through.”

“Stop! I don’t want to! I’m scared of you, and I’m so scared you’re going to hurt me, please just stop, please don’t hurt me, please -” With that, I burst into tears. And he’s so calm and controlled, which makes me cry even harder.

He drops me onto his bed, covering the length of my body with his. His wavy hair falls over his face, framing it like a black mane, and it makes him more achingly beautiful to me. He’s pushing his hard length against my soaking wet pussy, and it’s so warm, so close. I don’t want to, but I arch my hips toward his like a women possessed. “Shush. I know how you need this, how badly you crave submitting to me. You’re a desperately needy little slut, and you need to be forced, hurt, and pleasured. I promise I won’t force upon you anything you can’t handle. Trust me. You’re so beautiful and brilliant, and I like you so much. If you really want to stop: I’ll slide my hand into yours sometimes, and I want you to squeeze it back. If you don’t squeeze, I’ll stop, so I’ll never really rape you. I promised I won’t hurt you. You want this, don’t you? You trust me?” Even this, the power he gets from reassuring and calming me, keeps his cock hard.

I moan, and his cock is pressed between my legs. I’m caught, the perfect prey because I want him to devour me. I’m getting high on the fear. I’ve always liked things that scare me, like roller coasters when I was a teenager, or something like a horror story. When I read a horror story, I’d be surprised to realize how wet I was getting. Or when I got a second piercing in my left ear, I was horny that I got home and got myself off to the fear and pain I felt when getting it. And then fantasized about more fear and pain for the rest of that week. Add to that the similarity to it that echoes the rest of my life: challenges thrill, arouse, and intrigue me in different ways. With this type of sex, new to me in reality but I fantasize about it a lot, it’s something about the roller coaster of emotions, excitement shifting to fear shifting to relief that you can handle the fear and pain which then shifts back to excitement – it’s so arousing – he’s like that, with the arousal factor especially amped up times ten.

He pushes one hand between my legs, touching my uncomfortably wet panties. My body acts before I can think, and I’m thoughtlessly opening for him. It’s madness, isn’t it? My nerves all feel like they’re on fire. I’m agreeing to have anal sex – which I’ve never had – and god knows what else with my fucking boss. I must be fucking out of mind, insane, because I say –

“Yes, Sir.” I know that calling him that is acquiescence.

“Hmm, I like that. Someone likes being called a whore and the thought of both of her holes getting fucked.”

“No, no! You can fuck me the normal way. You. Are. Not. Fucking. My Ass.” He slips his hand into mine. I squeeze back.

He pulls out a switchblade knife from a side drawer. My heart leaps up into my throat in fear. I try to reach for his hand, to signal no, but he moves away. His face is so calm, with only his eyes wide to express – oh, god, his eyes scare me a lot. They’re practically glowing. I know he’s going to take a lot from me to satisfy that lust, and I know it will be satisfied tonight. I can only read his lust through his eyes and his cock. The rest of him, his playful smile, the veins of arms crossing in gorgeous patterns over them as he crosses them over his chest to pull off his shirt, escort denizli convey a sort of calm power, the kind that’s stronger and more frightening in its quiet calm. His arms are almost too much, too beautiful, for me to bear. His posture is so straight and perfect, the rest of him maintains the same perfect control he has in the office. Damn him for being so fucking attractive to me while also being such an ass.

He flips open the knife, points it toward me. “Strip.”

I obey without thinking. Heart thumping and fingers trembling, I get off his bed, then take off my sweater. His glaze is so intense that I’m more scared of him than ever. Maybe he could burn me with his eyes alone. I’m so much smaller than him. His eyes linger on my swelling, heaving chest, taking it in, clad in black silk. Then my small belly, hips flaring out, legs soft but firm with some muscle, and I pull off my socks. I hesitate. He fiddles with the knife, reminding me of its presence. As if I’d forget. I slowly pull down my bra straps, then the cups. My breasts are round, nipples shrunken because they are so hard they almost ache. Slowly, I pull down my black silk panties. I look down, noticing how soaked I am, seeing one sticky strand of wetness as I pull them off. He’s holding his phone and the knife.

“Fuck you!” I say after he clicks a quick photo of me, naked with his bed behind me.

He covers the space between us in a single bound, and pushes me back on the bed. He pushes my legs apart, so I’m naked and exposed and he can see how humiliatingly soaked my pussy is. Another click.

“Oh, Rachel, look,” he says, showing me that photo as casually as he’d show me a vacation photo. “Look at how your pussy lips look so puffy and soft, and look at how you’re fucking dripping on my bed. It’s so cute, your pussy is adorable.”

Such a patronizing jerk. I glare at him. Then sigh. I don’t have much of a choice, do I? “Please just – stop. If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone. Please don’t show those photos to anyone. Please. I’ll be a good girl and – please.”

He gets on top of me again. I push against him with my hands, but he just grabs my hands and pushes them away. “What’s the point, Rachel? As if you could fight me and win.” I stare at him with tears of helpless rage in my eyes. Rage and fear of those photos.

“Fuck you, Ezra Kaplan. I hate you. No wonder why you’re divorced, if you treat women like this.”

He slaps me, hard. Right cheek, then left. I stare up at him in shock. Then, he drives a knee between my legs. I try to kick, but he’s too strong. He puts one hand between my legs. “You’re such a desperately horny bitch that being forced makes you wet. And don’t you dare say anything like that again, Rachel, unless you want me to actually hurt you. You can beg and call me an ass and tell me to go to hell, but don’t get into personal shit, and don’t call or imply I’m a violent rapist.” His voice is icy. It’s humiliating how easily he parts the secret lips and his fingers slide right into that slippery hole. I screech again, and buckle against his hand. He finds that soft ridged part, and rubs it. I scream again, but this time it’s because an orgasm tears through me like wildfire. “Such a fucking slut for me,” he whispers in my ear as my muscles contract around his fingers.

I must be a slut, I must be everything he tells me, to be forced the way he was forcing me and to be dripping and cumming for him. To be getting off on his degradation and humiliation the way I just did. I was so desperate and aching for whatever else he wanted to do to me. And he – he must be a sadist, enjoying my fear and degradation, enjoying having me damn him to hell while knowing that he had so much power and control in the game we are playing. His slut, his plaything, I think, I sink into that feeling, weak and relaxed.

While I’m still trembling, he cruelly pinches my clit. Hard. I – it’s like – I’ve never felt that way before. It’s – my entire brain goes empty and blank, and this wave of extreme heightened feeling floors me. I gasp, then laugh. I sound like a maniac, even to myself. It’s just so – was so amazing. Oh my god, in the best way possible. It’s the thing that breaks me, that makes me his personal whore in a way I’d never wanted to belong to anyway else. I’d never felt so perfectly in sync and attuned to anyone.

He squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back, hard.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes, Ezra…” That feels wrong. “Mr. Kaplan, sir… yes, I did.”

“Ah, you can orgasm from me pinching your clit? Don’t you fucking move, needy little slut,” he says, picking up the knife again and laying the blade flat against my cheek. I lay back, quivering with the afterthrobs of the orgasm and shivering in fear. I’m too far gone then to notice that he carefully keeps the sharp edge away from contact with my skin. He vanishes for a moment, and returns with – something like six leather cuffs, a bamboo cane, and dramatically pulls back a curtain to reveal – an entire wooden x-cross. Who casually has an entire cross sitting in their bedroom behind a fucking curtain? He – this – he does really know what he’s doing, and he must really love it if he owns that. Dear god, what had I gotten myself into?

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