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Love is Being Stupid Together Ch. 4

Kait and Nick continue their misadventures in Key Largo, Florida. They try out some new Kamasutra positions and have sex in strange places. All characters are young consenting adults over the age of 18.

…

“You want to what?” Nick asked.

“Have sex underwater in SCUBA gear.”

“How is that even possible?” Beth asked.

“I’ve seen videos… just google SCUBA sex,” Chris added.

The four were together having a mini orgy in Kait and Beth’s dorm. Each couple was in the Afternoon Delight position. (male on his side, female on her back perpendicularly impaled on males’ cock with her feet over his hips).

“I’ll explain but you have to keep up with the intercourse,” Kait replied.

Nick asked, “Are you talking social, as in communication or dealings between individuals or groups, or…”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, boy toy. “Get to work,” she teased back.

Chris had also been neglecting his duty and Beth pushed against him to let him know the same request applied to him. When both boys had resumed the slow regular thrusts required by their partners, Kait explained.

“My parents own a two bedroom, three bath vacation home in Port Largo on a canal with direct access to the ocean. It has a screened pool, and a boat lift with a boat. They rent it out when they’re not using it. It’s available during the Thanksgiving break.”

Beth said, “It sounds like it would cost a lot to rent.”

“We won’t need to pay rent. I’ve already asked to use it. I told them I was going to take a girlfriend down and do some diving. I didn’t mention Nick and Chris, but everyone’s invited.”

Nick asked, “You’re a certified diver?”

“Have been since I was twelve years old. My parents used to go down there all the time. Now all they do is work, work, work. It’s rented out almost all the time. We only need to buy food, gas for the boat, and air for the tanks. Is anybody else certified?”

The three others all answered, ‘no.’

“That’s ok. There are many snorkeling locations in Pennekamp State Park. You won’t need to SCUBA dive to see beautiful coral reefs. Does everyone want to go?”

Beth answered, “My parents have already told me they’ll be visiting my Grandparents in California and I’m on my own for Thanksgiving.”

Nick said, “I’ll just tell my parents I’ve got studying to do over the break. They’ll probably be relieved.”

Chris replied, “I want to come, but I’ll have to work on my parents. We usually do a big extended family thing. I’ll have to let you know.”

“Ok, we have a plan. Let’s see if we can all get another orgasm before our roommates get back,” Kait suggested.

They had been copulating during the entire conversation. So, an underlying level of erotic tension was already present. Each of them just needed to up their game a little bit.

“Forget about the details for now. Think about having sex in the ocean, and the pool, and the hot tub, and the boat seven miles offshore under the stars,” Kait advised.

Chris couldn’t believe his luck at falling into this situation. He liked Beth but hadn’t expected the relationship to bloom into this much fun. He braced himself by holding on to Beth’s knees and rolled into her forcefully. She was moving back and forth to meet his thrusts. She also had one hand on her clit and the other grasping and tugging a nipple. Her breasts were swinging in a circle. Chris used the image of her at that moment for multiple jerk-off sessions in the following weeks. He came with an ecstatic grunt but kept going until she made it over too.

Nick picked up his pace and force. He knew she was playing with Clio and her nipples. But he watched her face, as she became increasingly turned on. She was unabashedly pursuing an orgasm with no embarrassment or shame. She must have felt his eyes on her because she opened hers. They locked on to each other’s gaze and smiled. Cumming almost simultaneously, they enjoyed watching the funny expressions and pleasures pass across their faces.

…

The Key Largo trip was two months away. Kait and Nick kept current with their schoolwork, had sex a couple of times a day, and attended the M Club Meetings. Chris worked out something with his parents and announced he could go with Beth. Nick enrolled in a SCUBA certification course.

Early in October Nick suggested another Kamasutra position… the Golden Arch. Nick sat with his legs straight, and Kait then sat on top with her knees bent over his thighs. Then both leaned back enough for penetration. Nick initially had trouble getting Nickie pointed down enough to line up. Kait helped by raising up off the floor and guiding him in, then eased her butt back down. They sat still for a few moments, thrilled with the novel experience of being joined this way. Both braced with their hands resting behind them. After several attempts at moving, they found sliding back and forth on their butts worked best. This position gave göztepe escort them a full view of the other’s naked body.

“I love being in you and being able to see your body,” he murmured.

“I like being able to see your cock moving in and out. It adds another sensual dimension to enjoy,” she whispered back.

Kait found when she leaned back a little further, he would be able to rub her clit while they rocked.

“Will you tease Clio with a finger?”

He licked his finger and touched her gently. Clio was standing up and he moved his finger around it slowly. Kait vibrated at the sensations it created.

“Ahhhh, that feels fantastic, but I can’t see your cock anymore. Your arm’s in the way.”

“Don’t know how to resolve the problem. The arm is connected to the fingers. If I move the arm…”

“I’m pre-med! I know what’s connected to what,” she laughed back.

“I concede your superior medical knowledge. Do you want me to stop doing this…” he teased back, moving his finger faster with a little more pressure.

“Oooooh, no… Uh, yes. Ummm… no. Well, yes. It feels great, but, as I said before, watching Nickie sliding in and out is exceptionally titillating. So, yes. I’ll take over and we can both watch ‘The Fuck.’ Ok?”

“The Fuck? Such colorful language from one so young and inexperienced,” he giggled.

“And you’re older and wiser? Oh… wait… We have exactly the same amount of sexual experience. You have fucked exactly the same number of people, the same number of times, the same different positions… am I right?”

“Once again, I find I must concede to your position. Besides, I agree, it is totally titillating to watch, what we’re feeling.”

They stopped talking and let themselves go with the erotic sensations washing through their nervous systems. Watching ‘The Fuck’ at the entry/exit point, was their visual focus. They lived in the moment and everything else was secondary. She came first with a small ejaculation and a large, loud moan. He felt the heat of her on himself and joined her in bliss. His cum pushed in her. They embraced and kissed as the orgasms faded.

Kait, once again, thought about how lucky they were to have found each other. She felt his finger between them. She leaned back and saw him bring some of their goo to his lips. His tongue tasted the mixture.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It might taste better in coffee, but it’s not bad. Your description of salty and sweet is accurate. We complement each other,” he chuckled.

…

Later in October they went on another sexcapade. The plan was a joint effort and based on a more balanced risk versus sexy fun equation. Getting ‘caught’ twice was enough. They selected a location on campus, thus avoiding the local constabulary. A large roundabout at an intersection of three sidewalks had a tall statue of Pegasus on top of an obelisk. A three-foot tall brick wall circled it with a five-foot hedge behind the wall. The diameter of the enclosure was at least twenty feet. There was a wrought iron gate with a missing lock that led to the hidden interior.

They ate lunch there several times and noticed how impenetrable the hedge was. Looking in the gate, you could only see across the interior. Immediately to the left and right of the gate was hidden by the curve and the obelisk base blocked the view directly across. The foot traffic was light when classes were in session, allowing an opportunity to slip inside. They would bring a lock to prevent anyone from wandering in. Finally, they put a couple of blankets in two backpacks.

To ensure they could get in unnoticed, they sat next to the gate for a few minutes. They slipped in and put their lock on the gate. The plan was to set up to the side of the gate. After unpacking their ground cover, they waited fifteen minutes to make certain no one had seen them and called the grounds crew.

Kait wore a light cotton dress with a floral print. Nick was in shorts and a T-shirt. They both wore tennis shoes. Nick sat on the blanket. Kait remained standing and pulled her panties off. She stepped across his lap and pulled his head and lips towards her labia. He licked and kissed, while she rubbed against him.

Classes ended and hundreds of students passed through the roundabout on the way to the next class or home. The noise was intoxicating. Kait sat on the blanket to the left of Nick’s side and leaned in to kiss him.

“The idea that all those students are passing us unaware of what we’re up to is floating my boat,” she said in a normal tone of voice.

“It is incredible,” he replied.

He turned his head left, allowing her to lean further over his body. With his right hand he reached under her leg and rubbed his thumb around her clit. She moaned, spreading her legs further apart. It was not long before she was wet and ready. She moved up on her knees and helped him take his shorts and briefs off. Leaning in she kissed him deeply and stroked bostancı escort his cock, which was already hard. She used some of her own moisture to slick him up.

Kait pulled the top of her dress down around her waist and mounted him with her weight on her knees. He kissed and fondled her breasts until she leaned in again to kiss him. She rode him hard bouncing up and down by flexing her thighs. They were so turned on by being outdoors, surrounded by so many students, and banging away. It wasn’t going to last. Realizing how close they both were, Kait leaned back and assumed the Golden Arch position. She pulled her dress off.

Nick was happy to slow things down. This was too exciting to rush through. They rocked very slowly together. She was mesmerized observing ‘The Fuck’ again. It was just so wonderful to watch him push in, while feeling it. She had been looking intently for a while and glanced up to see Nick’s eyes riveted on the same point. She giggled.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it. Being with you like this. I was finding it hard to look away and then I saw you were totally captured by it too.”

“It’s special. Seeing me with you… in you… uh, I… It just blows my mind.”

They laughed with joy and pleasure. Maintaining a subdued pace, they lounged in the luxury of every second. After a while it grew much quieter. The next classes must have started, leaving few students traversing the roundabout.

“Let’s finish up. I do have a class in an hour or so,” he said.

Kait moved up with her feet beside his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squatted down onto Nickie. He helped her by holding it up for her to slide down, then he wrapped his arms around her waist. She began using Kegels to squeeze him as she bounced on his lap. They were so aroused by this experience, that orgasms quickly followed for both. She ejaculated first, closely followed by Nick. When they were done, she pushed him forward onto his back and lay on his chest.

They lay there until Nickie limped out. Kait moved down and used her tongue to clean their mingled cum from Nick’s stomach and cock.

“Would you like to clean me up?” she asked.

Nick was startled. He had previously tasted their juices combined, but there was going to be a lot more than a finger full.

“Sure… Uh, why not?”

“You don’t have to.”

He thought, ‘If she did me, how could I refuse to do her?’

“I want to,” he lied.

She kissed him and then turned away, offering herself. The cum gumbo was thick and creamy. A couple of tablespoons were running down her labia. He hesitated briefly but ultimately did the deed. It wasn’t as good as it looked, and it still tasted more salty than sweet.

…

Early in November, they were in Nick’s bed for several hours, studying for upcoming tests. They were only wearing T-shirts and undies.

“Let’s take a break,” she suggested.

Nick dropped his textbook and agreed. Kait stood on her knees and pulled him flat on the bed. She crawled on top of him and repeatedly kissed his nose.

“You have a sexy nose,” she giggled and kissed it a few more times.

Nick laughed, “Everything about you is sexy.”

She shuffled over his pelvis and pulled his T-shirt up. After inserting her finger in his belly button, she stirred it around. He laughed and pushed her hand away. She slipped past his and poked him a few more times. Nicks knees were up and Kait leaned back against them. He touched her clit through undies, then her nipples through her T-shirt. She wiggled side to side, giggling. Then leaned forward and shimmied her breasts over his face, laughing. He reached up to grab her, but she leaned back.

Kait took her T-shirt off and threw it on top of Nick’s face. Leaning in again she slipped under the T-shirt and kissed him passionately. He rubbed his hands over her butt, tickled her sides, then rolled over on top. They continued to kiss. She bashed his butt with her heel and then rolled them over again. She was on top briefly because he rolled them over once more in the same direction. They almost fell off the bed, which got them both laughing.

They rolled back to the center of the bed, and he suckled her nipples. Kait pulled her legs up and they lay in the missionary position gazing at each other with hands in their hair. Her stomach rumbled.

Nick laughingly said, “Is your stomach growling because you want to eat me?”

They wrestled while laughing and she pulled off his T-shirt. He ended up back on top.

She whispered, “Take off your underpants.”

Nick stood up on the bed and got his briefs off, then dropped to his knees pushed her legs apart, moving up closer and began rubbing her calves. She rubbed his cock gently.

“My cute little cat, named ‘Nickie.’ No, it looks more like a one-eyed snake.”

They both laughed. He quickly became erect and reached to remove her panties. Kneeling again, he moved up close. She tuzla escort lifted her hips off the bed for him to rub his cock against her wet slit. He dragged it up and down, quickly finding moisture. She slid forward more, attempting to get him to insert. He played with her and laughed, but quickly allowed her to take him. She remained ‘bridged’ up and rocked around his cock.

Nick began massaging her clit with his thumb, then bent over to kiss her, while she kept grinding a circle around him. A few minutes later, he put his knees under her. She continued to provide all the humping, while he kissed and fondled her breasts. He pulled her up off the bed in an embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he began thrusting forcefully. She bounced on his pushes, until they both got close to orgasms.

He laid her down on the bed and slowed his thrusting. When he bent to kiss her nipples, she pulled him into a sideways missionary position. They gently made love for a few minutes. She then rolled to her back and lifted her outside leg. He began fucking her furiously for a while. When he slowed down again, they kissed ardently.

Kait rolled on top in the cowgirl position, but quickly lay against his chest. On her upstroke, she went to the top before pushing back down over him. Moving slowly at first, she gradually increased speed. Several times she went too high, and Nickie escaped. They laughed and kept going. She came first with a larger than normal ejaculation. Her hot release ran down Nickie and across Nick’s balls.

“My god! That was soooooo hot!” she said.

Then she changed her movement to focus on his cockhead. She rapidly rode only the head in a twerking motion.

“Do you like it that way?” she asked.

“Ummm, yes,” he whispered.

With their fingers interlaced she held herself off him and continued to twerk on his helmet. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and shot his load. She kept going more slowly and his cum began to leak around the action. She slowed down dramatically and eventually allowed Nickie to come out and rest against her butt crack. She continued to rock slowly. His erection began to fail, and Nickie slid down her butt cheek. She leaned forward and kissed him, then shook her legs side to side laughing with pleasure.

“That was fun!” she said.

“Who knew laughter produces bigger orgasms,” he replied.

…

Later in November, Nick did his second checkout dive and received his SCUBA certification. The Key Largo trip date was coming up fast. Kait called a meeting to make final plans for the trip.

“Nick and I will be doing some SCUBA diving on the reefs in the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary. Some of those sites will also be good for snorkeling. We don’t have to pay rent and I will pay for the boat gas…”

“We should split that four ways,” Beth interrupted.

“It costs over $1100 to fill the boat. I’ll put it on my debit card. My parents won’t mind at all.”

“If you’re sure…” Beth continued.

“Thanks, but what I’d like you all to do is buy the food and drinks. There’s a Publix a couple of miles north on US 1 from where we’ll be.”

Chris asked, “Is the boat safe to go out to the reefs? I’ve never been on the ocean before.”

“The boat is a Boston Whaler 330 Outrage. It’s powered by two 350 horsepower Mercury engines. It’s rated for a capacity of fourteen people. You will not only be safe, but you’ll be comfortable. It has huge lounge seats up front, a dive door with ladder on the port side, a small refrigerator, a built-in propane grill, and a head with toilet, sink, and freshwater shower.”

“Wow! How much did it cost?” Nick blurted out. “Oops! I guess that was impolite.”

“It cost over a half million dollars. And we get to use it for free!” Kait replied.

They worked on some travel logistics and a shopping list for food to last the week. It was decided to leave Saturday morning before the school break.

The following Saturday the group got on the road at 8:00am and had lunch at Alabama Jack’s on Card Sound Road near Key Largo. They arrived at the house in the midafternoon. After unpacking, Beth and Chris went to Publix with the shopping list. Kait and Nick took the boat to a marina to fill the tank. Once they were all back at the house, everyone changed into their bathing suits, and they went out for a boat ride.

Exiting Port Largo via the canal parallel to Ocean Cay Street, Kait took them out into the Atlantic. She headed north up to South Creek and into Largo Sound. Next, she went through Adam’s Cut into Florida Bay. All along the way, there were amazing homes and beautiful boats. They got back around dusk. After quick showers they went to Mrs. Mac’s Kitchen, a great seafood restaurant, for dinner.

Back in the house after dark, Nick suggested skinny-dipping. Neither Beth nor Chris had been outside naked, and they were surprisingly uncomfortable.

Nick teased them, “Come on! Y’all jerk off in front of ten other people at the M Club and you had sex right next to us. What are you afraid of?”

“What if a boat full of strangers comes down the canal and sees us?” Beth asked.

“We could ‘moon’ them.” Kait proposed playfully.

“I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels. I’ll mix us a couple of Lynchburg Lemonades. You won’t care who comes down the canal,” Chris suggested.

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My name is Kelly. I’m pretty much a loner. Lifting weights is my primary interest and I’ve built up a massive physique. Guys at the gym, who are fucking huge by any bodybuilding standard, refer to me as “freaky big.” All my heavy muscle tapers down to a little 32 inch waist, and its quite a proportional contrast that emphasizes my unbelievable muscular development. All the immence body builders stare at me all the time, not sexually, but in respect for the sheer amount of muscle mass I’ve packed on. They’re also amazed and impressed with how much weight I’m lifting.

The thing is, I’m also very shy, which seems inconsistent with having such an ultra-muscular body. At well over six foot tall and 290 pounds of heavily layered muscle, I can be physically imposing and intimidating. I don’t mean to be like that, but it does keep people away so I don’t have to interact with them. I generally don’t like to show off my muscles unless it’s for assessing my development, or for comparing myself to other super big guys in the gym for perspective and affirmation that I’m a lot bigger than they are.

I’m also extremely well endowed, over a foot long with a beer can girth. I’m not inclined to show that off either. For example, I never shower at the gym to avoid being ogled. I feel uncomfortable with getting a lot of attention, and figure everyone would make giant cock jokes about me. I know that these feelings might seem counterintuitive for a guy like me. Part of me actually does want to be a show off. However, something physiological interferes with me doing so. I guess I’ve learned to accept my shyness.

I’ve only had a few girlfriends. After all, who wants to hang out with a giant muscleman who doesn’t have an outgoing bone in his body, and just lifts weights all the time? Not only that, when I did screw them I tore them up, and then they had excuses after that. At first they seemed to really get off on my body, and on sucking such a massive cock, at least for a while. However, constantly struggling with the size and weight of my cock took it’s toll and they only hesitatingly engaged in sexual activities with me.

One girlfriend was even diagnosed with TMJ after several weeks of struggling to suck my monster cock. Not only that, but they had to deal with my unnaturally large loads, which they thought were gross. Actually, I never believed that these girls were really that attracted to me anyway, and not really into sex with me either. I yearned for someone who fully appreciated everything about me, but sadly assumed it would never happen.

My apartment is my sanctuary. I rarely go out except to the gym. The other day the neighbor from across the hall was leaving his apartment at the same time I was returning from the gym. He was small, thin, attractive, and had short blond hair. It looked like he was a little over five feet tall and at most 100 pounds. His facial features were soft, feminine, and alluring. I guessed he was 18 or 19 years old. It looked like he probably had a hairdresser given how nice his hair was styled.

I noticed that he glanced at my body several times, but didn’t over do it like most people. His voice and his slightly angular features were the only thing that gave away his gender, but it certainly wasn’t that obvious. My guess is most people think he’s a girl or tomboy, and a very cute one at that. I didn’t feel put off or uncomfortable around him, and he introduced himself…

“Hi, I’m Terry and its so nice to finally meet you Kelly.” He explained that he got my mail once by mistake and learned my name that way.

“I’m glad to meet you Terry. Neighbors should be friends. If you need anything please let me know.”

“Thank you Kelly. It looks like you’ve been lifting weights.”

“Yeah, I just got done with my workout.”

“You look amazing Kelly, you really must work out very hard. I mean, you’re so big and muscular.”

I liked how he acknowledged my body so positively. He seemed like a sincere and caring guy. It was refreshing interacting with him, and I didn’t have those anxious sensations I normally get when interacting with other people. I responded, “Well, thanks for the complement, I feel bigger after my workout, and I probably stink.”

“Oh no, I don’t think you stink Kelly. It’s just a strong masculine scent from working out your giant muscles all the time. It’s to be expected from someone as big, strong, and active as you.”

Terry seemed to blush a little when he said that, as though he thought he may have been too forward. At that point I was encouraged to take a closer look at him. He was wearing tight baby blue pants with a tight and thin mauve-colored short-sleeve shirt that had a scooped neckline. He also wore a delicate gold necklace and a small gold bracelet with brightly colored stones. I was attracted to him but had no idea if I should pursue a friendship. It struck me that he accepted what I looked like and actually appreciated it. Terry certainly didn’t make me feel like a giant freak.

His thin little body had a feminine look ataşehir escort and also seemed pretty toned up, so I asked “You must exercise a lot yourself….you’re obviously in great shape.”

“Wow, thank you so much for saying that. I do yoga all the time and it keeps me thin and my little muscles get firm and toned.”

“I can see that Terry. You look good.”

“Me? You should talk Kelly! I can’t believe your super-muscular body, it’s so overpowering.”

I was wearing my long sleeve navy blue warm up suit and it looked really filled out and almost bursting, especially around my chest, arms, shoulders, and thighs. Terry kept looking at my body, and instead of being nervous about his ogling, I actually enjoyed it. Then Terry said, “I’m sure we will see each other a lot, after all we live right across the hall from each other!”

“I’d like that Terry.”

“See you soon Kelly.”

“Good bye Terry.”

I found myself thinking about Terry a lot that night. In fact, I kicked myself for not being more bold and asking him out. But what would people think if they saw us together? What if my gym mates saw me with him? I also considered that most people would think Terry is a girl anyway because he’s so cute and feminine looking. Even his clothing is feminine and sexy.

Later that night in bed I had a flashback about our chance meeting in the hallway and realized he fixed his gaze many times on the big crotch bulge protruding distinctly from my warm up pants. My package is so immense that it’s pretty much impossible to avoid showing a massive bulge no matter what I’m wearing. When I wear Levi’s it’s ridiculously obvious and very extreme, so I rarely do so.

Terry did several double takes at the massive rounded bulge. I’m used to that from people. However, I liked how he tried to disguise his attraction, how his face got flushed, and how he couldn’t help himself from returning to it over and over again with quick probing glances. As I continued to think about it I got very big and hard. I started to fantasize about showing him how big my cock is and how much sperm explodes out of it. All this resulted in self-adoration and a very intense orgasm, more intense than I can remember. Thick ropes of wad shot out all over the place. Terry was already getting to me, big time.

I got up the next day and consistent with my normal schedule, left for the gym about 10:30 in the morning. After I locked the door and turned to leave I heard Terry’s door open part way, enough for him to stick his head out and say good morning. It was unexpected and gave me a good feeling. I could see he was only wearing a white silk bathrobe that he held to keep from opening up too much, and most of his smooth legs were exposed because it was pretty short, just enough to cover his little butt. His legs looked shapely and feminine. The robe was open enough at the top so I could see some of his exposed upper body. His skin was creamy soft white. It was apparent that he was hairless. My body is shaved smooth to better show muscle, but his body was super smooth. His blond hair looked a little scruffy, like he just got out of bed. He looked so delicate and so cute…

“I just want to say that I hope you have a great workout today Kelly.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you Terry. I feel strong today, so it should be real

productive.”

“Well, you look stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen. Maybe I’ll see you when you’re done.” I was wearing my typical warm ups, and at one point he looked at my bulge, but this time his look was more of a fixed stare. I turned to face him directly and give him a better look. I heard him slightly moan at the sight of it. I could tell he was trying unsuccessfully to suppress his moan, but it was like an uncontrollable sexual reflex. He bit the side of his lower lip, in awe of what he clearly saw and tried to comprehend.

While at the gym I had time to think about my feelings as I worked out. I was starting to get very enamored with Terry. Thoughts of him powered my lifting. I did more sets and more reps than ever before. I was getting a massive pump. I even fantasized about showing him how big and pumped up I was. Then doubt started to enter my mind…

I don’t even know if he’s seriously interested!

Maybe he’s just a very friendly type?

Perhaps he will ultimately get grossed out like my previous girlfriends?

More importantly, could I actually accept being with another guy?

After three hours I was finally wrapping up my training. I couldn’t believe how strong I was, even for my standards. It is amazing how Terry motivated me to have such a great workout. I was so pumped up that even other big bodybuilders in the gym couldn’t believe it. I rushed home, hoping I would see Terry and show him.

When I arrived at my front door I had hoped Terry would greet my like before, but he didn’t. At that point I thought it was time to show some proactive, friendly steps to communicate my interest in getting pendik escort to know him better. Mustering my confidence, I turned and knocked on Terry’s door. Five seconds later he opened it, almost like he was waiting for me to knock. He looked great and even seemed to have a subtle amount of makeup on….”Hi Kelly! So glad to see you again. What a treat! Would you like to come in?”

Terry was wearing light brown knee high tights and a thin cream-colored sleeveless yoga top. His body looked somewhat more feminine than I realized, probably because his outfit was a little more revealing. I was very attracted to him.

I said, “Sure, I’d love that Terry,” and I entered his apartment. The first thing I noticed was how clean and tidy it looked.

Terry stopped in his tracks and said, “Kelly…. My God, you look even more muscular than before.”

“Well, I had an incredible workout and got even more pumped up than normal.”

“That’s an understatement, and you smell like you really exerted yourself.”

“I’m sorry about that Terry, I didn’t shower last night so I’m probably way too ripe at this point. I better go get cleaned up…. Don’t want to stink up your apartment.”

“No… No Kelly, that’s not what I meant. I don’t mind it at all. It’s such an intriguing strong musky scent.”

What a contrast to all the girls I dated who always insisted I shower after the gym. I felt sexier knowing he liked my strong manly smell.

“Well…. Thank you Terry. I guess it comes with the territory if your gonna spend time with a gym rat.”

“I would love to spend time with a big muscular gym rat.”

“You’re so sweet Terry.”

Unlike everyone who stared at me, I loved his probing looks. It was more of an adoring type of look, and somewhat sexy. This time he glanced at my bulge more obviously, basically fixing he’s eyes right on it. I got the feeling he wanted me to know he was impressed and even inescapably drawn to it….

“You’ve got a lot of different kinds of very big bulges Kelly.” He looked up into my eyes and smiled mischievously as he said that.

At that point he showed me around his apartment. It was very well decorated. When he showed me his bedroom I noticed a poster of a big muscleman on the wall. That was sure informative! Then, I saw what looked like a big cock-shaped dildo on the nightstand. Terry saw it too, and panicked….

“Oh no, I feel so embarrassed!”

He put his hands over his face in shame. Things got awkward, and I responded, “Terry, it’s OK, really. Don’t feel bad. Please…”

I was feeling more and more protective of Terry and instinctively hugged him. He was emotional and started crying. I didn’t say anything and just kept holding him and rubbing his back. He felt so small in my arms. I went with my feelings and kissed his forehead tenderly. He was melting in my arms and calming down. I looked back over at the dildo as I continued to hug him, and could see it was a very large one. Maybe that’s why he seemed so infatuated with my giant bulge?

Terry kept his head on my chest. He obviously didn’t mind my smelly body and I loved how his little hands lightly caressed my big muscles. He was vulnerable and said he wanted to tell me something….

“Kelly?”

“Yes Terry, what is it?”

He wiped tears from his eyes and said, “I really like you and need to be honest and forthcoming….I love being feminine, so much so that I’m taking hormones that are changing my body. I even had electrolysis hair removal and I’m totally hairless from the neck down. The hormones even stopped my facial hair. I feel like a girl now and I’m even growing tiny breasts. As you can see I also tend to get very emotional.”

I put both my big strong hands on either side of Terry’s face and held it, looking into his eyes, and said, “I think that’s sexy as hell. I fully understand because I’m also on hormones. Only my hormones are to help build giant muscles. How do you think I got so fucking massive?”

Terry put his face into my chest again and hugged me tenderly, and wouldn’t let go. I didn’t want him to let go. He was breathing in deeply through his little turned up nose and rubbing it ever so delicately on my thick muscled chest. We stayed like that for a long while. He felt wonderful.

Terry was now feeling better about what happened and went over to his nightstand and put the big dildo in the drawer. In doing so he made sure I got a good look at just how big it was. My guess was that it was ten inches long and very thick. He grabbed the middle of it and as he did so each end sagged heavily and bounced around when he moved it. Then he looked back at me and said, “So, I guess my secrets out….I’m a super-size queen!”

I laughed and said, “Yep, no way around that Terry.”

“Seriously Kelly, I just love massive cock.”

It was apparent that unlike the girls I’ve dated, he would really appreciate my monster, especially because it was substantially larger than his massive dildo. I was ümraniye escort hoping I’d get a chance to show it to him some day.

He returned to me and said, “Why don’t you display the results of your hard workout for me?”

I was thrilled he asked, and replied, “Sure, should I take off my warm up top?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been curious what you’d look like shirtless ever since I first saw you!”

I unzipped my top and removed it. Terry quickly brought his hands to his mouth and then softly said “Oh my!”

Then I started flexing and he said, “You’ve got to be kidding me! Could all that massive muscle actually be real?”

Encouraged, I kept at it and loved the overwhelmed look of lust in his eyes. I felt so big and manly as I showed off my physique. Terry cautiously approached me and tentatively reached out to touch the massive slabs of heavy muscle. I desperately wanted to feel his touch and said, “Go ahead Terry, I’d love your hands on me.”

Hearing that, he started lustfully worshiping my body in total wonderment as I continued to flex for him. He even leaned his head forward and started sniffing me and moaning. He seemed to be really loosing himself now. My cock was growing and my bulge was expanding….

Then the doorbell rang! Terry cried out, “Oh shit! Oh, fuck! I forgot, it’s the apartment repairman, he’s here to fix my toilet. I have to let him in.” I quickly put my top back on as Terry helped me, and then he answered the door.

As the repairman entered I said, “I better go Terry, we can talk later. Hope he can repair your toilet.” I left and nodded to repairman as I walked past him. He looked at me like, “What the hell is this monster?”

Terry was obviously very disappointed and so was I. After returning to my apartment I closed the door and sighed. I can’t remember ever being so turned on and confident about my considerable sexual assets. It was evident that I’d already bonded with Terry, and I was incredibly excited.

I was so turned on that I removed my cloths and went over to the full-length mirror, looking at myself as if to confirm what Terry observed. I was getting so excited looking at my body and the need for release was overpowering me. I realized that I was much smellier than I thought and my monster cock was starting to ache as if it was getting way too hard. I touched it and reached down to my big balls and lightly massaged them. They felt super plump and heavy in my hand. I wanted to blow a big wad and felt like such a super-stud.

I jacked the full length, all 12 plus beer can thick inches of it. I wished that I could show it to Terry and see his reaction to this vein covered monster. I could smell the strong scent of my big cock and balls now, and wanted Terry to smell it too. I was pumping my enourmous meat and aiming it at the mirror. I was close to blowing up the mirror with multiple shots of super-thick wad, just like I’d done countless times before, and then…

The doorbell rang and snapped me out of my self-love. Shit, should I ignore it? What if it’s Terry? Then I heard Terry’s voice yelling out, “It’s me Kelly, can we talk?” I quickly grabbed my bathrobe, put it on, and answered the door.

“Come in Terry, I was about to jump in the shower.”

“I’m so sorry about the repair guy, that was sure bad timing.”

“It sure was Terry.”

He was looking around my place and said, “So, this is what a big muscleman’s apartment looks like, huh?”

“I guess I’m not a very good house-keeper Terry.”

At that point Terry turned his attention to me, “Let’s start over Kelly. I want you to show me again. Here, let’s take this robe off you so we can really enjoy everything.”

As the robe fell to the floor, he looked at the entirety of my naked body and said, “Oh Kelly, you’re way too much, so very manly, and look at that giant cock….Oh my, those big heavy balls must weigh at least a pound each.”

He saw the full-length mirror behind me and asked if I was looking at myself when he knocked, and I answered truthfully, “How did you know Terry? I guess you made me so horny that I lost control.”

“Well Kelly, my first clue are all the dried splattered stains all over the mirror, and I see the floor in front of the mirror has the same issue.”

i looked over at it and it did have lots of dried cum stains, and said, “Looks like we both embarrassed ourselves today Terry.”

“Mmmmmmm, but that mirror is so hot Kelly. By the looks of it you should be very proud of your ungodly potency.”

He came to me and started kissing and caressing my muscles…

“You are so huge and look at all these big muscle veins popping out. Your sure getting smellier too, and this monster cock keeps hitting up against my little body and it can’t be ignored any longer.”

He went to his knees and delicately started licking on it, smacking his lips, and tasting it, “Mmmmmmmmm, it tastes delicious.”

Terry continued to lap on my giant cock, “Oh my, I better attend to those jumbo balls! I think they’re getting even bigger and heavier, let’s see how they taste.”

He started licking on my big balls lovingly, and then more aggressively as his cravings for their intense manly flavor overwhelmed him. I grabbed his head and holding it with both hands rubbed my big cock and balls all over his face. He loved it…”Oh wow, are you marking me with your super-manly scent?”

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And so the summer was beginning. Bill left for San Diego after a great going away party. And I, of course, sent him off with the best sex I could devise. I will genuinely miss Bill. And I hope we keep in touch. My harem was down from six to three and that made me sad. There was nothing I could do to get Ken or Desi back, but I truly cared for them. And still do. But there seems to be no way to keep in touch with them. They just couldn’t handle the sex thing. I guess not many men could.

But I must bring you up to date on what happened outside the house. I mentioned the way I came into contact with Bobby. It was after one of my nude modeling jobs at the college. On my way home in a secluded field I inadvertently came upon him masturbating behind a tree. He had been one of the students drawing me that day, and I had turned him on. More than he could stand for long; he couldn’t wait to get home to jerk off. And it turned me on that I had turned him on. Long story short, I gave him a hand job and then walked the rest of the way to his apartment with him.

After that I would meet up with him regularly after that class. Usually we would just walk back to his place together. I had decided that I would not favor him with a hand job unless he was particularly horny. But he is a guy, after all. He was always particularly horny. Also, I was his only female acquaintance. I didn’t mind helping him out, but I was concerned that he might become more demanding, or that he might get romantic. I was watching him closely for any danger signals, and I made it clear that I was not open, at this point. He knew I had “boyfriends” and he took what I did as kindness and not romantic at all.

As I got to know him, and felt more safe around him, I could see that he was really a good guy. Good but damaged like me. He had grown up the third in a large family on a little subsistence farm about fifty miles away. He had been home schooled and had come to the college here on a scholarship he had won. Good scores on tests and a good portfolio. But he was socially awkward, as you might expect. His family had been pretty isolated, deliberately so, and he was painfully shy around women especially. He just needed a girl friend who was not me. We had both been damaged by our upbringing, but I had escaped from mine more easily than he was escaping from his. Gary had helped me; I thought I might be able to help Bobby. His sexual tension was enormous. He clearly could not handle being single. I was sure he had to masturbate every night, maybe more than that. And he had his nude sketches of me, and I knew he masturbated while looking at them. Getting an eye-full of naked women wasn’t why he took the drawing class though. He was a very good sketch artist, much better than I was. I was turned on by the realism of his sketches of me in class naked. Much better and they would have been almost photographic in quality.

I explained about our house, that we had a group marriage, that I was living with four (at the time) guys and that they were all my “boyfriends”. It was a completely new idea to him, but after his shock he seemed to accept it all without judging. Not judging is not that easy to do, either. To accept something you don’t really understand, have never imagined, could not even have existed in the world you were raised in, is hard. Especially if it is something sexual.

So the question was, could he become an addition to my “harem”? The question was probably churning around in his mind too. But when we all began living together, and having sex, we had already been a tight group of friends. Introducing a new guy, a stranger to Nick, Matt, and Derek, would be considerably more complicated. They would need to become close friends with him first. It would take time. I don’t know if Bobby realized how complex it would be. But he was lonely. I did enjoy spending time with him, that one afternoon each week, and that may have helped him with his loneliness, as well as his sexual tension a little. But a hand job once a week won’t go far. The only relatively quick solution for him would be for him to find a serious girl friend somewhere.

And so it was, in one of my weekly meetings with Andrea, the militant feminist, his name happened to come up. I mentioned that I had become friends with Bobby and she asked, “Bobby who?”

Then I realized I had never asked his last name. “Just Bobby. I never asked his last name.”

“You met him in class?”

“Yes, he is a freshman this year, art major. He is advanced and is taking some upper level drawing classes.”

“Oh. Let me guess. You were a nude model in one of his classes and he tried to pick you up?”

“Yes. But not exactly like that. He didn’t try to pick me up. I was walking home across the fields and I accidentally surprised him masturbating.”

“Ah. Accidentally?”

“Yes. I am sure it was an accident. I have seldom seen anyone that embarrassed.”

“Describe this guy.”

“He is maybe shorter than average. Red hair. Very skinny. Bad complexion. Blue eyes.”

“Wait a minute. I know this kid. Rents an apartment in town?”

“Yes. How did you meet him.”

“I am a TA in an intro to sociology class and kurtköy escort he is in it. But his name isn’t Bobby.”

A sudden stab of fear. “What do you mean?”

“His last name is Bobbington. Some old English name or something. His first name is so weird he has every one call him Bobby.”

Relief. “What is his first name?”

“Almanzo, I think. Something like that.”

“Oh! Like in the book!”

“Book?”

“Yes, it is one of the Little House books. People from my social milieu commonly use it in home school.”

“You were home schooled?”

“No, but I know my people. They are pretty good books, actually, mostly.”

“By ‘social milieu’ I assume you mean narrow bigoted backward fundamentalists?”

“That is not a fair description, not for all of us, but yes, something like that.”

“OK, so this guy is damaged goods. You like to pick up strays, don’t you?”

That gave me pause. What other strays had I picked up? The guys in the house? I suppose Bill would have qualified as a stray, though I preferred to think of him as a lost sheep. “Yes, I guess I do. Bobby is damaged, but in the same way I was. If I hadn’t met Gary back when I was a senior I would probably still be back in my home town trying to cope with things. Maybe I can help him out.”

“Wait. Have you had sex with this guy?”

“Yes and no. I haven’t done more than give him a hand job.”

“And he hasn’t tried to push for more, to take advantage of you.”

“Not at all.”

“Hmmm. I am skeptical that any man’s intentions can stay good when the possibility of sex is involved.”

“I understand. I am watching for the warning signs. I explained to him my living environment, and that I wasn’t open to any kind of romantic connection with him.”

“Trust me. He doesn’t want romance. He just wants sex. Though he might not be able to tell the difference.”

“You may be right but I think I will notice the signs if anything starts going wrong. And I will run if I do.”

“Good. I think you have been really lucky with the guys you’ve got. How big is your ‘harem’ now?”

“I am down to three. Bill left for San Diego after finals. He got a good job down there.”

“Well, be careful. If you pick up many strays you are in danger of becoming a sex therapist. Though your methods are unorthodox to say the least.”

That got me to thinking. Maybe I really could help the sexually wounded people escape from their youth. And it could be fun at the same time. But I knew I had better be careful. Sex is powerful stuff. Like C4, or whatever that stuff is that blows up.

At any rate, I decided to take things up a notch. It was the beginning of the summer I decided that I would give Bobby a blow job. I was sure Bobby was a virgin, like Ken had been, and if he thought the same way as Ken he would not consider a blow job as a violation of his virginity. That is a form of logic I just don’t understand. If a guy has an orgasm in your pussy he is not a virgin but if he has an orgasm in your mouth he is still a virgin? It doesn’t make sense, but sex is not exactly a rational activity.

I did have a sexual relationship to the three guys in the house, an intense one, but we had not made vows to each other. There was no assumption that we would be exclusive to each other. I knew that all three of them had women outside the house. They had all had girl friends before we had become a thing all together. There was no idea that we were all supposed to be faithful to each other. Even I, as the “house slut” was not under any obligation to them for my outside activities. There was no rule that kept me from having sex with Bobby except the fear that he would either become possessive on the one hand or broken-hearted on the other.

In summer, there were summer classes, but Bobby was not in one with me, either modeling or as a fellow student. So we kept meeting up on Thursday afternoons and just visiting. Typically I would walk him back to his apartment. There I would take off my clothes and if he was hard — he was always hard — I would help him out. Then we would hang out for an hour or so and just talk about whatever. He really liked it that I kept off my clothes, and I enjoyed him seeing me too.

So fairly early in the summer, we took our usual walk home chatting about everything. He was interested in everything. As usual, when we got to his apartment I took off my clothes. Typically he already had an erection just out of anticipation. He didn’t need me to be naked and he never tried to touch me or take advantage. How many men would be that cautious of me? Normally I would unzip his pants and take his dick out, but this time I said, “You should take off your clothes too.”

He looked frightened. I knew that feeling, though I hadn’t been frightened about people seeing my body for two years now. “Why?”

“Because this time I am going to give you a blow job.” His mouth popped open and his eyes got very round. I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back. He was standing up so everything was easy. Then I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, And then his underwear. I guess he felt more exposed beykoz escort being totally naked because he made as if to hide his dick. But I had already seen his dick many times now so it was just his insecurity that made him do it.

I took hold of his dick like I usually do, wrapping my fingers around him. Then, instead of beginning to massage him, I knelt down in front of him and licked just the tip of his dick. A groan of pleasure went through him. He was uncircumcised so I used my tongue to peel back his foreskin the rest of the way, and took the head of his dick in my mouth. Then I pushed my face against him and took his whole dick in my mouth. His penis was a decent size, but his body was so skinny that it seemed even larger in proportion. I didn’t have much trouble getting his whole dick in my mouth. When I had it all the way in so that his balls were against my lips, I moved the back of my tongue back and forth across the head of his dick. It must have felt really good. I doubt it took even a minute before he came. And so much semen! I swallowed as much as I could with each ejaculation but I couldn’t get it all. Some dripped down from my mouth and down my chin and onto the floor. Of course, usually his cum just squirted out all over the floor, so this wasn’t much to deal with. When I was touching him his ejaculations seemed like the normal amount, but it sure felt like more in my mouth. Maybe getting his first blow job had stimulated more semen? I don’t know. His semen tasted saltier than what I was used to. I had tasted the semen of seven guys before Bobby, and his was the saltiest, but not unpleasantly so. I like the taste of semen.

He didn’t say anything. He was just breathing very hard, like he had run up the stairs. But he was pretty wobbly after his orgasm. I laid him down on the bed, and then I laid down beside him. We just laid there side by side while he gradually recovered. I watched his dick deflate slowly. We spent half an hour or so and didn’t talk much at all. Just lying side by side naked.

But time marches on, as they say. “I have to go now, Bobby.”

“Oh. Ah, OK.” I got up and started putting my clothes on. “Uh, Linda?”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

He was the first man who had thanked me for sucking them off. Maybe the guys in the house were taking me for granted? I smiled then. “You are welcome. I had fun too.” A pause. “I will see you next week, right?”

“Yes. Yes.”

I had mentioned to the guys that I was seeing Bobby regularly. They were curious about meeting him, but not urgent about it. They took it for granted that I was probably having sex with him. But no one felt the need to talk about it.

It was the end of summer. I was going to spend the last week of August at home visiting my parents, and I hoped to see Gary while I was there. It was the last week I was hooking up with Bobby before I left, and that is when I decided it was OK to let Bobby fuck me. Early afternoon and I had just come out of a class in which I had modeled so I was pretty turned on. Having those students looking at my naked body for three hours was always a turn on. Bobby met me at our usual rendezvous spot. He had gotten a summer job as an assistant at the school library. He needed the money. His parents had very little.

As we were walking back to his apartment, we got to talking about my trip home. I would be leaving in two days and wouldn’t see him again until all the dust settled in our next semester schedules. We were both in good moods, excited for the new year, happy at how the old year had gone. Bobby was really glad he hadn’t gone home for the summer and I was too. Before we got back to his place, as we were both beginning to anticipate what we would do there, I decided it was time to give him a head’s up (no pun intended). There was a pause in our conversation.

“I think we should do things a bit differently this afternoon. If it is OK with you.”

He was cautious. I knew he counted on my weekly favors. “Yeah? What were you thinking?”

“I think it is time that you fuck me.”

He halted in his tracks, entirely surprised. I guess it is not surprising he was surprised. He knew I didn’t want our relationship to evolve into a romance, and he probably equated fucking with falling in love. It is not a rare error.

It took him a while to figure out what to say. “Are you sure? I mean, that would be great. That would be more than I hoped for. But are you sure? I mean…”

“Yes. I am sure. I am not saying that I am in love with you or anything. I am saying that I trust you enough that you will keep our relationship in perspective. You will, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. But won’t you’re uh, boyfriends, mind?”

“Not at all. We don’t have that kind of closed relationship. They would be totally OK with it. Each of them have outside relationships as well.”

He thought about it for a while. “I guess I don’t understand.”

“That’s OK. I don’t think many people would understand. All you have to do is accept it at face value and not get nervous or anything.”

“You know I’ve never…” He let it trail off, embarrassed.

“Bobby, üsküdar escort of course I know you are a virgin. If you don’t mind losing your virginity to me, then there is nothing to worry about.” He still looked worried. “Look, don’t worry about your performance. I will show you, teach you, all you need to know. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

There was still something bothering him. “I would feel like I was just using you.”

“And that would be fine. I want you to use me. That is what I am offering. You can fuck me and I will guide you every step of the way, and at the end I hope you will have the best intro to fucking possible. I expect you to use me and I will enjoy being used. This will be a good thing. For me, but I hope especially for you.”

“OK.” We were arriving at his apartment by this time.

“I think we should start out like we usually do and then just gradually proceed.” I began taking off my clothes. When I was naked I stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart and my arms hanging down by my side. “Look at me. You’ve already seen me so much you must have my body memorized by now. You masturbate in front of my sketch, right?” He nodded. “And I imagine you fantasize when you do, right?” He nodded again. “Do you fantasize about fucking me?” He blushed this time and nodded again. “All right. Stare at my pussy right now and fantasize about fucking me.” It feels so good when a man is looking at my pussy and I know he wants me. I was getting all hot just watching him stare. “I am going to do my best to make your dreams come true.”

I walked up to him and put his hands on my breasts. “You have never touched my breasts before. That showed amazing restraint on your part and I appreciated it. But now you can touch them all you want.” At first he just held his hands against my breasts and gently squeezed them. Then he began to massage them a little. I took one of his hands, moved it away and put his fingers on the nipple. “Now squeeze my nipple. A little hard but not too hard. Kind of roll my nipple between your finger and thumb.” It was amazing how huge his dick had become. I had probably better not push him too far. I stared at the bulge in his pants and he blushed. “I have seen your dick so many times you don’t need to blush now. Let’s have it out.” I began pulling off his clothes. I didn’t want to have another mistake like with Ken. When Bobby did cum, I wanted it all in my pussy.

When he was naked I moved one of his hands to my pussy and pushed his hand flat against me. “Maybe we had better not wait too long. I don’t want you to cum prematurely.” So I moved over to his bed and lay down on my back and opened up my legs for him. “Now, Bobby, come here and lie down on top of me and I will guide your dick in.” He knelt down between my legs and moved down onto me. I grabbed his dick on his way down and moved it to the opening of my vagina as he did so. I had meant to have him play with my clitoris for a while first, but I wasn’t sure how long he would hold out. “OK, Bobby, all you have to do is push and you will be inside me.”

I felt him pushing his penis inside me, hesitantly at first, and then eagerly, all the way in. I felt his balls between my legs and his dick felt so good I could have screamed. I hadn’t realized quite how much I wanted him. “Now Bobby, use me. Just let your dick play inside me any way you want. Enjoy my pussy and when you can’t hold back just let it all happen. I want your cum inside me.”

He began pulling out and pushing back in, slowly at first, but I could tell he felt so good he wouldn’t last long. He began to moan every time he thrust into me, and I could tell he was getting close. “Just let yourself go, Bobby. I’m waiting for your cum. I want to be fucked. Any time. Any time now, Bobby. Go ahead. Let it cum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck me!” And then he was fucking me, pushing his dick as hard as he could when his orgasm started. He barely had time to back his penis up for another thrust when the second ejaculation was on him. Over and over he thrust in as hard as he could and when he was done he just collapsed on me. It was shattering for him.

“And just like that you aren’t a virgin anymore.” He was breathing heavily, lying there on me with his dick still inside. He could barely talk at first. “I hope that was as good as your fantasy.”

“Oh, yes. Yes. I had no idea. I had no idea it felt so good.”

“Better than masturbation? Better than a blow job?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes. Let’s do that again.”

“You thing you could?”

“I don’t know. Just being in you makes me want to fuck you again. I could fuck you all day.”

“If you can do it, go ahead.”

His dick was still erect inside me and he began moving it again. More slowly this time. I didn’t want him to quit. He kept moving in and out, for quite a few minutes. And then I could feel him sort of stiffen, inside, and I knew he was going to do it. Now he started moving more quickly and I was beginning to get close to cumming myself. I didn’t think he would make me cum though, It felt like he was going to get there first, but he surprised me. I felt myself getting up there, closer. If he held out a few more minutes I would cum, but he couldn’t quite make it. I felt his next ejaculation but too soon. This time, of course, his orgasm didn’t last as long. When he came back down I asked him if he could go for a third one, but I could already tell his dick was getting less rigid. I doubt he had anything left to give. He just shook his head.

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Losing My Anal Virginity To Nichole

This is a transcript of my experience with Nichole that occurred in June, 2023. The last time I had seen Nichole in person I had given several of her shemale friends each a blowjob (which we all loved) but more importantly, Nichole had revealed to me that she wanted to have anal sex with me. And as I resisted she had introduced me to using a butt plug for her (which was a profound experience for me).

Nichole had instructed me to wear the butt plug every single day and wear it longer and longer each successive day. The butt plug got me sexually aroused so I did not mind. I had learned to wear the butt plug for four hours straight with no problem. And although I was still unwilling to allow Nichole to fuck me, I DID think about it as Nichole instructed. Every time I felt that filled up feeling from the butt plug deep inside of me I mentally thought, “this is what Nichole’s cock is going to feel like when I finally let her fuck me.” And Nichole strengthened this by routinely texting me, telling me to put my butt plug in and asking me,

“Matt, how does that butt plug feel inside you?”

And I would respond,

“Nichole, I love this feeling of your cock inside me.””

And one day in June Nichole texted me (AND Latisha) this message,

“Matt, I want you to wear your butt plug for 2 straight hours, three times a day every single day for a full week. And while you are doing this, I do not want you to cum at all, even once. I texted Latisha too as she will be watching you closely to ensure that you do not cum all week long. Trust me, it will be worth the effort.”

And Latisha DID watch me closely and I did NOT cum (although I would have if I could have gotten away from Latisha long enough). And after a week of having a butt plug inside of me maintaining my sexual arousal through anal penetration and NOT being allowed to cum, I was VERY horny.

That was when Nichole had me and Latisha come over to her house promising a surprise for me. I was thrilled as Nichole had promised to buy me more butt plugs and an anal dildo. Before we were about to leave Latisha got a text and I got a text at the same time. The text was the same and instructed Latisha to put my butt plug inside me right before we went to Nichole’s place. This thrilled Latisha and since Nichole had asked, I let Latisha put the plug inside me. Then we went to Nichole’s.

When we reached Nichole’s, Nichole asked me right off if I was willing to let her fuck me. I told her I was still unwilling to do so. Nichole responded, “That is what I figured you would say so I got you a bigger butt plug and a dildo. Matt, another use for butt plugs is preparation for anal sex. We WILL have anal sex so I am going to get you used to it now. Latisha, show him what you brought.”

Latisha reached into her purse and pulled out her strap-on harness and a realistic dildo of hers which I recognized (it was almost 2 inches wide and a little more than 6 1/2 inches long). She put the harness on quite quickly and attached the dildo so it hung down from her body like a real cock.

Nichole went on, “Matt, you may not be ready for actual real anal sex but you will soon want to try to see what the feeling of actual anal penetration feels like. You will train for this further by allowing Latisha to fuck you with her strap-on dildos. If you are aroused by the feeling of the butt plug deep inside of you then you will like Latisha’s cock inside you even more. Hold on…”

As Nichole went into another room Latisha stood behind me, rubbed her cock between my crotch and said, “Matty, I can’t wait to fuck that tight ass!!” I had mixed feelings and said nothing. Nichole came back with a big bag and some baby oil and some lotion and a towel. Nichole took a new butt plug out of the bag which WAS larger, roughly 61/2 inches insertable and 2 1/2 inches thick. Nichole ordered me to drop my pants and underwear. Nichole said, “Take the butt plug you have in out. We will have you try this larger butt plug. We must train you to use larger butt plugs to prepare you for the strap-on dildo that Latisha will soon use on you.”

I slid the butt plug out and Nichole oiled the larger butt plug up and slowly and gently slid it inside me. It took several attempts but Nichole finally slid it fully inside of me! The effect of the larger butt plug was electrifying! The sexual arousal was more significant from the very start! It was so huge inside of me!

Nichole noticed this right away so took advantage of my arousal to explain. “Matt, there are many reasons for using successively larger butt plugs on you. You are turned on I can tell (and I WAS actually more turned on by the larger size). Since you are not yet willing to let me fuck you… you need a little help accepting the idea. Consistently increasing the size of the butt plugs you will be wearing will mentally condition you from physically being a sexual penetrator to physically being a sexual receiver. Very rarely do you experience bostancı escort any sexual satisfaction with us shemales but soon your sexual satisfaction will be derived from strap-on dildos and my cock instead. And when it does, the increasing sizes of the butt plugs will assist in accommodating larger size cocks. So it is important that we use larger butt plugs to cause your erogenous zone to shift from your cock to your ass. Why don’t you walk around a little before I explain another reason why we will be using larger butt plugs on you.”

I said nothing but walked around as Nichole asked of me. The feeling of the larger plug inside me felt amazing. All I could think of was, “Oh my god this feels so hot… it feels like there is a huge cock inside me! Nichole is right! The larger size of this butt plug is turning me on more!”

Nichole knew exactly what I felt and said, “Does the larger size of this butt plug result in a stronger sexual arousal?” I responded, “Yes.” It feels like a large cock inside you doesn’t it, Matt,” she asked. “Yes,” I answered again. “That is what I hoped for Matt.”

She explained, “See, don’t be scared by this but using larger and larger butt plugs on you will result in a gentle feminization of your sexuality. The more you use the plugs and the larger plugs you use, the more aware you will become of being sexually aroused by being anally penetrated. This will result in you eventually becoming accustomed to the feeling of a cock inside you like a girl. This gradual feminization of your sexual awareness will eventually result in a strong desire to be actively anally penetrated.”

Nichole paused and Latisha watched and I said nothing as I felt the huge butt plug inside of me and wondered if Nichole was right after all. So she went on.

“I know you do not believe this but, especially with how I tell you to masturbate with the dildo I will give you, the more you continue to use the butt plugs, the longer you use them each day, and the bigger butt plugs you use, the more you will like the feeling of your ass filled up by a cock-shaped object. Trust me Matt, there will come a day where you will CRAVE the feeling of a cock in your ass!”

“But I do not want to be fucked like a girl,” was all I could manage to blurt out.

“Don’t worry Matt… you will still like girls just like you do now. You will just learn to appreciate what it is like to feel like a girl sexually. In fact, eventually, when you allow me to fuck you regularly you may even cum like a girl too just from being fucked. But in between then and the time when you first allow me to fuck you, you will experience another feeling which girls feel. You will not allow me to fuck you and wearing the butt plugs arouses you but you will not be able to cum from either yet. Your inability to cum from being fucked will develop in you a hot, lusty, frustrated feeling which we girls get when we cannot get laid. But don’t worry about that now. Just feel that big cock-shaped plug inside you for now.”

For about 45 minutes we talked and drank as Nichole talked about how enjoyable anal sex can be and Latisha listened and constantly stroked her big strap-on dildo and smiled at me. And when someone needed a fresh drink, I was always asked to get up and go to the kitchen and get the drink so I could further experience the feeling of the butt plug inside me. I will confess the feeling of being anally penetrated made me quite horny.

Finally Nichole announced, “You look really horny Matt. Why put off ’til tomorrow what we can accomplish today, right? Why don’t you go into the bathroom, take the butt plug out for now, go to the bathroom and shower so you are completely clean. I have something else to show you.” Latisha just smiled her silly sly smile while holding her strap-on dildo in her hand. So I did what Nichole asked, went to the bathroom, gently slid the new butt plug out of me, went to the bathroom, then showered and cleaned the plug and myself thoroughly. When I re-entered the room, Nichole now had two dildos with her, one of medium thickness and another of larger thickness. Nichole told me, “Matt, these are for you to masturbate with. You will soon find out that you like anal sex and you will be glad I gave these to you. I will show you how you should use them. From now on, when you jerk off, I want you to use these dildos at the same time. Here, come with me into the other bathroom.”

Clad only in a towel, I followed Nichole who carried the two dildos into the other bathroom and Latisha, still sporting her strap-on dildo, followed me. Nichole asked me to kneel on the linoleum facing the bathtub so my kneecaps were flush against the side of the tub. Then she asked me to spread my legs a little wider and slowly sit down until my ass was completely against the tiles between my spread out legs with my calves fully on the ground. Nichole gave me a little push forward to ensure my knees were directly pressed against the tub then she stood back and tuzla escort eye-balled my position for a few seconds. Then she licked the suction cup of the smaller dildo and firmly pressed the suction cup end of the dildo directly to the linoleum 12 inches to the right of my butt so the dildo now stood straight up in the air like a hard cock. Then Nichole said, “Okay! That looks good! Let’s get that cock hard Matt! Stand up and lose the towel!”

As Nichole took a bottle of baby oil off of the bathroom counter and unscrewed the top, I dropped my towel. Nichole got on her knees and started to suck my soft cock with her wonderful lips. As I got harder and harder she took a generous amount of baby oil and spread it all over the dildo stuck on the tile stopping her impromptu blowjob only long enough to say, “Make sure that you use plenty of lube on your dildo.” Then she went back to work sucking my cock.

But when my cock reached its fully hard state Nichole stopped blowing me and stood up, placed a little baby oil in my hand and ordered me to start slowly stroking my cock as if I were jerking off. This I did despite my confusion. Nichole sat down on the floor near the tub and to the right of the dildo stuck to the tile and watched for a little then said, “Good! Now, I want to see you straddle this dildo so when you are stroking your cock you are also riding this cock inside you. Get down on your knees again, one knee on each side of the dildo and the dildo behind you. I knelt as she asked me to with her help. Then Nichole advised me, “Okay, hold onto the side of the tub with one of your hands for leverage.” This I did. “Now, reach behind you with your other free hand and find your dildo.” This I did. “Position the head of your dildo so it is under your ass and hold the head steady as you position your body until the head of the dildo is pressing against your asshole at a comfortable angle.” This took a little bit of time but I told her I was ready after about 20 seconds. “Now, just slowly lower your body onto the dildo a little tiny bit then rise back up off of the dildo. Then lower your body onto the dildo once again but lower yourself a tiny bit more so the dildo goes a tiny bit deeper then rise fully off of the dildo again. And keep repeating this process slowly going deeper and deeper each time.” And I did it! Going slowly and with Nichole’s help and encouragement I got all 6 inches of the dildo inside of me. Soon Nichole had me riding on the dildo as I was stroking my cock. The feeling of a cock sliding in and out of me which I was controlling was thrilling. Still, Nichole made me stop the experience and stand up before I came.

Nichole, while looking at me, handed the baby oil to Latisha (who was now standing) as she said, “Matt, now you know how to masturbate with the dildos and I expect you to try jerking off with these dildos inside of you when you cum as often as you can now. You seemed to enjoy it. Now bend over the bathroom counter and spread your legs a little wider.” As Nichole was stilled clothed I figured she was not planning on fucking me but I still asked, “Why?”

Nichole grabbed my hand, pulled me to the counter, turned me around to face the counter, and gently but forcefully bent me over at the waist until my right ear and right cheek were against the marble of the bathroom counter. She leaned in close to me holding her right hand firmly on the middle of my back and whispered in my ear, “Matt, you learned that riding a dildo is not too bad of an experience. But you should feel what it is like to be fucked too. It is Latisha’s turn now so relax.”

I felt another hand also pressing on my back to hold me down further and another hand spreading my ass wider as I felt a dildo pressing against my ass while I heard Latisha exclaim, “Matt, it is time to learn what it feels like to be fucked by a cock!”

I was a little scared as I felt Latisha’s cock slide a little bit inside of me, slide a little bit out, then slide even deeper. It took Latisha no more than 20 seconds to get all of her dildo inside of me as I gasped! Then she started to slowly stroke it in and out of me. It stung a tiny bit and felt weird but as Nichole continued to encourage me to relax and try to enjoy the feeling, and Latisha continued to stroke the full 6 1/2 inches of her dildo slowly in and out of me, the pain went away, and the feeling became almost enjoyable until I was surprised to realize that my cock had begun to swell!

I felt both of Latisha’s hand’s now move to my ass cheeks as she moaned a pleasing, “mmmmmmm,” sound. As she stroked in and out of me she would, every now and then make a moaning sound of pleasure like ‘ahhhh’ or ‘uhhhmmmmm’ or ‘ohhhh yeah’. I was still kind of shocked that I was being fucked in the ass by a cock-shaped object and it did not feel terrible. Occasionally, I too would let out an ‘ohhh’ sound when I felt a little uncomfortable but this was not too often. Suddenly Latisha changed rhythm and, worked the whole göztepe escort cock inside me in one swift stroke as deep as she could and she would moan with each deep fuck she gave me. I knew she was getting turned on when she began to increase her speed a little. Then she pulled her dildo out of me, put one of her legs up on the counter to gain leverage, put her dildo back inside me and fucked me some more. After a minute she stopped, pulled out of me again and stated, “I need to fuck that ass even better. Lie on the floor on your back with your legs in the air.” This I tentatively did but when I was on my back, Latisha lowered her whole body over me, entered me once again and started to fuck me quicker. Then she started to stroke my hard cock with a free hand teasing me, “you like my cock inside you don’t you, Matty!” I was beginning to realize that I was getting very aroused and felt like I might cum soon so when Nichole approached Latisha from behind, touched her shoulder, then whispered something in Latisha’s ear which caused Latisha to not only stop fucking me but to pull out of me altogether and stand up, I was disappointed and somewhat shocked.

Nichole took my hand and helped me up and the three of us left the bathroom and went to the living room. I sat on the couch and Nichole sat on my right. Latisha sat in one of the chairs. As I sat there naked, totally hard, and so horny, in desperate need of cumming, and somewhat confused, I became further confused as Nichole began to remove all of her clothing revealing her glorious, semi-hard cock. Once fully nude Nichole turned to face me, widened her legs, and sat down on her calves while holding up her body from behind by placing her hands against the armrest. Her semi-hard cock was directly beneath my face when she said, “You have done very well so far today Matt with the dildos and the strap-on. You deserve a treat. So I am going to let you suck my cock. But as you are sucking my cock I want you to be constantly thinking of how a cock inside your ass now arouses you,” and Nichole slipped one of her butt plugs inside me. The plug she used was only a little over 2 inches thick but it was 7 inches of insertable length and every moment after it was in me I felt it deep inside of me. It made me aroused. It made me want to cum so badly. It made me think of cock every time I felt it. So as soon as it was in me, I felt I needed Nichole’s cock in my mouth and in my throat! I bent over her and swallowed as much of her cock as I could right away!

Now, my memory of what happened next was somewhat disjointed. The only reason that I am able to delineate my experience in such detail is because, later that night I found out that Latisha, in typical fashion, had filmed all of the action with her cell phone. The rest of this story is based on the video she shot that night.

As you know by now I love sucking Nichole’s beautiful cock and am pretty adept at deepthroating so I went right to work sucking 6 inches of her hard cock in and out of my throat as Nichole knelt completely stationary before me. The only sound that anyone heard was the noise the opening of my throat made each time I took Nichole’s cock slightly into my throat:

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After about 45 seconds of this I decided I was ready so on the next up-stroke, I took a deep breath and slowly swallowed 6 inches of Nichole’s now fully hard cock into my mouth. Then I pushed and forced her cock even deeper until every inch of Nichole’s 8 inch cock was in my throat. The first three inches of Nichole’s 2 inch thick cock had now passed the opening of my throat. The feeling of her thick cock stretching my throat from the inside was so amazing that I stopped and left Nichole’s cock fully in my throat for a few seconds as I marveled at the feeling.

Nichole must have loved the feeling as well because, when I finally bobbed off of her cock, she no longer remained stationary but rocked her body back and forth so her cock slid in and out of my throat at a fast pace. Nichole was getting turned on so when she said, “Suck that cock, Baby,” I got down on my stomach and looked up as she began to face-fuck me at a reasonable but constant rate without stopping. This non-stop face-cucking caused the typical deepthroat sounds but also caused me to gag occasionally and drip saliva onto the couch cushion when I gasped for a breath.

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Right then Nichole said to me, “Good boy,” then she whispered something else to me which I did not understand due to the deepthroat sounds I was making. It was only when Latisha and I watched her cellphone video for the first time later that night when we realized that Nichole had told me, “Good Boy. I am going to fill your ass with this big cock just like I am filling your mouth!”

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-Her POV- Best Friend x Best Friend

Both parties are above the age of 18.

I danced around my room to the music we had blasting. No one was home so we were able to play it as loud as we wanted. I shook my hips to the beat as Axel laid back on my bed bopping his head along. I wished he danced with me like he used to when we were younger.

I continued to dance while his eyes watched me. Looking at him I asked, “Why don’t you come dance with me?”

He immediately shook his head, “I’m not really in a dancing mood.”

“Oh? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.”

I gave him a look, “Clearly something is wrong.”

He looked up at the ceiling, “I just have a boner is all. It’s not a big deal, it just happens sometimes.”

I vaguely knew what he was talking about. I recently learned in Sex-Ed that men’s penises get hard when something turns them on.

I responded with an innocent curiosity, “Did something turn you on?”

He let out a groan and muttered, “Sorta.”

“Oh? What?”

He reluctantly answered my question, “Your dancing.”

I stopped and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, let’s just move on.”

“But you can’t dance because of it. Are you in pain?”

His husky voice pushed out, “Yes.”

“Can I help? I don’t want you in pain.”

He looked me in the eyes, “You want to help me with my boner, Juliet?”

I nodded my head, “If that would make your pain go away.”

We stared at each other in silence for a moment and I wondered what I was agreeing to. I suppose I didn’t actually know how you took care of this problem, but it was too late to back out now.

“Do you know what to do?”

I looked at his through my lashes, “Um, no. But you can tell me.”

He let out a deep breath, “Take your top and bra off.”

I looked at him, shocked, but did as he said. My breasts quickly hit the air and my nipples pebbled. He looked pained as he stared at my chest.

“I’m going to get undressed, kadıköy escort Juliet. Okay?”

I nodded and watched him quickly remove all his clothing. He laid back on the bed and stroked his dick. It was huge, protruding from his body. I didn’t realize they were so massive. His dick look strained, the head a red color and leaking.

He huskily whispered, “Do you like my cock, baby?”

I swallowed nervously and gave a small nod of my head. There was a feeling starting in between my legs.

“Remove your skirt, baby. Let me see those precious panties.”

I pulled my skirt down my legs and stood back in just my pale pink panties. There were my favorite ones, they had these small pink flowers decorating them and a bow at the hem.

Axel was squeezing his cock in a way that looked borderline painful. His poor lips were being abused by his teeth. Did I really make him feel like this?

“Touch yourself how you like it, honey.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you not touch yourself, baby?”

“I-I guess not. I don’t really know what you mean.”

He nodded to himself and said, “Come here, I’ll show you.”

I walked over to him and stopped when my legs almost hit the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to my stomach and his rough fingers grazed me. He began dragging his fingers down further until he reached the delicate spot in between my legs. He started rubbing on my nub and it felt surprisingly good. Like good, good.

“That’s your clit, honey.”

I responded with a moan and tried to push myself harder on his fingers. He chuckled and had me lay back on the bed. He pulled my panties off with efficiency. His large hands grabbed my thighs and pushed them open, staring at my wet center. My hips jerked at his appraisal.

Axel leaned his head forward and before I could even react, his tongue caressed me. Ohhh. I like that. His tongue dragged between my slit, slightly slipping in me before he brought his kartal escort attention back to my clit. His lips suctioned around me as he sucked me with his warm mouth. His tongue flicked my clit over and over, making me legs shake and clamp around his face.

I let out a scream of pleasure, begging him to never stop.

Once I was done he pulled back and licked his lips. He stared at the apex in between my thighs and went back to stroking himself.

“I want to help you now”, I whispered.

Axel laid down and said, “Take my cock in your mouth, babygirl.”

I pulled my face up close to his cock and stared at him before tentatively running my tongue on his tip. His cock jerked, begging me for more. I explored him with my tongue before grabbing him and pulling him in my mouth. I could barely fit him, but I tried my best.

I sucked on his flesh like my life depended on it. Tasting him was addicting. Maybe we could do stuff like this all the time. Before we could go on too long, he grabbed my head and pulled me off him. His cock came out of my mouth with a wet pop.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just want to get myself in your pretty pussy before I cum.”

I responded to him, recalling Sex-Ed, “We can’t do that. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

He stroked my face, “You won’t get pregnant if I don’t cum inside you. I’ll just pull out before then.”

I whispered, “Okay”, and laid back for him. He crawled between my legs and positioned his cock between my thighs. He rubbed the tip up and down between my folds, collecting moisture.

Axel held eye contact as he started pushing himself in my entrance. He hit a barrier before pulling back and shoving through it. I let out a yelp of pain but he just cradled my face in his palms.

“Shhh, I got you, honey. You’re taking my cock so good.”

“Axel”, I whined. I don’t know what to do with myself. He just slowly pumped himself in and out of me. His cock dragged maltepe escort along my inner walls, making them clench around him. One particular thrust caused him to rub against my clit, forcing me to let out a breathy moan. Hearing the sound he continued moving his body in a way that toyed with mine. He felt so good.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him tight against me. His arms wrapped around me in response, making sure our bodies were fully flushed together. Axel maintained eye contact as we moaned together. The pure bliss on his handsome face caused me to grow even wetter. His member slapped against me with intoxicating wet sounds. I loved the sounds of his flesh hitting mine.

He hoarsely demanded, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

At his order, I spiraled. I clenched around him as tight as possible and my body writhed.

“Oh goddddd, Axellll! Yes, yes, don’t stoooop! Please!”

He shoved his face in my neck before whispering, “I can’t stop, baby. I’m going to come deep in your pretty pussy. It’s mine now.”

I let out a shocked gasp, “Axel, you said you wouldn’t. Don’t cum in me, please.”

His only response was his movements becoming frenzied. He rammed in and out of me with insanity. There was no reaching him, all logic has seemed to leave him.

He shoved himself hard into me, down to the hilt. I felt his cock jerk deep inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. It coated my insides and leaked down my thighs. His cock continued to plant his seed for a long moment before Axel dropped his body weight on mine. His cock stayed buried deep even as it softened.

I looked at the ceiling, not knowing what to even say. I asked him to not do one thing and he ignored me. What if I get pregnant now? Pregnant with Axel’s baby… The thought made my belly tingle.

He moved his head up enough to look into my eyes, “I’m so sorry, Juliet. I just wanted to cum in you so bad… I’m sorry.”

He looked so regretful. I didn’t want him to feel bad, ever.

I pulled my fingers through his hair, “It’s okay… You can cum in me for now on.”

He moaned against my throat and left sloppy kisses there. His hips started grinding against mine and I felt him begin to harden in me. I knew our friendship will never be the same again. How could it when our bodies now need each other so bad?

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As we came into town, we passed the Sonic Drive-in. Rita looked out the side window and said, “Can we eat there, instead of having pizza. A hamburger sounds better to me and we can eat in the truck.”

I turned down the next side street and made the block coming back to the drive-in. I parked toward the back of the place and in an area where there were no other cars. I placed our order over the speaker and then relaxed.

Rita sat as she had been, with her back against the truck door and her feet up on the seat. As I looked at her, a slow grin came to her face and she slowly pulled the hem of the tee shirt up along her shins. When it was about half way to her knees, she moved her knees apart. Her sex was once again peeking at me, but this time, with me not having to watch the road, I had a clear view and a chance to really look at her. I gave her a leering grin, which made her giggle.

She slowly moved her feet father apart as she said softly, “This is fun and very exciting.”

“Yes it is,” I said, also in a soft voice. “Just remember that you can’t do this with just anyone. Make it something special and make sure who you do it to or for, is just as special.”

Her grin changed to a smile and she nodded. “I understand completely Uncle Rick. I really am a good girl and I may act a little boy crazy at times, but I’m in no hurry to get anywhere near serious. I’m very curious about sex and all that goes with it, but I won’t die if I don’t find out right away. Well, at least I don’t think I will anyway.”

I smiled at her and said, “Good for you, I knew you had good sense under there somewhere.” I glanced at the rearview mirror and grinned before I said, “Now, get decent, here comes our food.”

Rita’s head flashed around to the back window and she said, “Oh shit,” as she quickly lowered her legs and pulled the shirt over her knees. “That’s my girlfriend; I forgot she was going to work here but I thought it was next week, after school was out.”

I chuckled and said, “Well, so much for her hot date tonight.”

Rita laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that. Boy, I bet she’s pissed. I think tonight was supposed to be her big night. Her and her boyfriend have been talking about marriage for the last couple of months, right after school is out, if you believe him. I don’t but I can’t tell her anything.”

A cute little blonde’s head appeared at my window and she told me how much the order was as she hung a tray on the window. I handed her a ten and a couple of extra ones and told her to keep the change. She said, “Thanks.” And then turned away, headed back to the main building.

Rita watched her through the back glass. “I guess she didn’t see me,” she said after a moment, a little sound of disappointment in her voice.

“She doesn’t know my truck, so why would you expect her to be looking for you,” I said as I handed her, her hamburger.

Rita giggled and said, “Oh yeah.” As I pulled out the cup holder and placed her coke there. “I was at least hoping that being here with you would make her curious or maybe even a little jealous. She has this big fantasy about an older man that is worse than mine.”

She took a bite of her hamburger and quietly chewed for a while. Before the next bite she said, “I wonder what she would think, if she knew I was naked under this tee shirt and that I had just been flashing my pussy at you before she got here.”

I decided that the question really didn’t need an answer that she was just talking to herself and teasing me with it. We ate in silence for a while and then she said, “That look on my face and mom’s were pretty close to the same, intensity wise that is.” I thought about where her line of reasoning was going and stayed silent.

I had finished my hamburger and she still had a bite or two left, when she asked abruptly, “What do you think of my girlfriend?”

“She’s a nice looking girl.” I replied, glad that she had changed the line of her thinking.

“If she were willing, would you go down on her, you know, have oral sex with her?” She asked.

“What!” I said sharply and then I busted out laughing.

She looked at me funny for a moment as I continued to laugh. When she frowned, I waved at her and tried to control myself. After a moment, I asked, “You’re kidding right? What would a cute young girl like her or you for that matter, see in an old man like me? I might be alright to flirt with or to tease but sex of any type is out of the question. First of all, both of you are way too young and well, I’m way too old.”

Rita’s frown slowly changed to a smile as she took the last bite of her Hamburger. She took a slow sip of her drink and then rolled up the trash and put it into the bag the burgers had come in. Sliding across the seat until she was right next to me, her smile became a grin, and then she leaned across, between me and the steering wheel, to place the bag on the tray at the window. As she straightened up, she kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips kadıköy escort very softly.

“You’re not old, Uncle Rick. You’re a very good looking older guy, kind, gentle, and knowing. Sexy too. Just the things you know are enough to get me antsy and squirmy. I probably can’t imagine all the neat and sensuous things you could do to me and I have a pretty active imagination.”

I shook my head but I chuckled and said, “I’ve never been buttered up with a shovel before.”

Rita laughed and kissed me on the cheek as she cuddled up against my side. After a moment of me hugging her gently, she sighed and said, “Seriously, Uncle Rick. I am going to learn somewhere, from someone; I just hope he’s all the things that you are. Kind, gentle, knowledgeable enough to carry it off without hurting me, mentally or physically.”

I was wondering what I was going to say to that, when the blonde headed girl appeared at the window again to get the tray. I hadn’t seen her approaching.

“Hey, Mary,” I heard Rita say.

Mary started for a second and then moved forward more, to look around me. Seeing Rita, her eyes got big and then they flicked back to me for a second. I could see all sorts of things running around wild behind her eyes.

Her eyes jumped back to Rita and she said, “Hey, Rita.”

“You know my Uncle Rick, don’t you?” Rita asked her.

Mary looked at me for a second and then recognition set in. “Oh, yeah, hey, Uncle Rick. How have you been?”

“Fine Mary, it’s been a long time since I last saw you. Are you graduating this year too?” I asked making conversation to get her mind off of Rita snuggled up to me and my arm around her.

“I sure am. Then I’m getting married and getting out of this one horse town. I want to see what the big city has to offer me,” she answered with a big grin.

“Isn’t being married, going to cramp your style and limit what you can do? Then what happens if you get pregnant and he decides he doesn’t want to be married anymore? It happens a lot that way, you know.” I asked.

She looked at me for a moment and then glanced at Rita. “Hey, don’t look at me,” Rita said. “All I told him was that you were planning a big date for tonight and that you were probably going to sleep with your boyfriend. That you two had been talking marriage for a couple of months now. You know I don’t like the guy. You can do better.”

Mary frowned and looked back at me. I shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, I should have kept my opinions to myself. I don’t know you or him, so….” I let the sentence trail off.

She took a deep breath and let it out slow. She looked at Rita and shrugged. “Your Uncle is probably right. I’ve had a lot of time to think tonight.” She paused and looked back at the office. “Look, can I come by so we can talk tomorrow?” She asked Rita.

“Sure girlfriend, anytime, anyplace, you know that.” Rita replied and leaned across me again to squeeze her friend’s hand.

Mary’s eyes ran over the front of Rita’s tee shirt for a second and then she glanced up at me with a grin. Looking back at Rita she asked, “Didn’t you forget something? Like maybe your bra?”

Rita giggled and nodded, “My panties to, I’m naked under this tee shirt.” Mary’s eyes got very big and her mouth opened slightly. “You keep your mouth shut, you hear. You go blabbing, and me and Uncle Rick are dead. You know my mom.”

Mary glanced up at me and then back at Rita, as a big grin spread over her face. “You go girlfriend, I want to hear all about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll show you the pictures,” Rita said and laughed. Mary’s eyes got big again and her mouth dropped completely open this time. “Ok, you get back to work and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“But, but…” Mary muttered and then she looked toward the office and whispered, “Oh, shit.” Then she grabbed up the tray and head that way.

I looked over at Rita with a frown, but I didn’t say anything. She looked up at me and smiled. “It’ll be alright, you’ll see, Uncle Rick. I think we did a good thing for Mary tonight. I think your questions mirrored her own too close and made her see some things she need to see.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you telling her you were here with me nude. Damn girl, you’ll get us killed yet.”

Rita laughed and then hugged me as she said, “Mary will keep her mouth shut, I know too much about her and she’d end up dead too. Like, she’s the one that streaked the boy’s gym class last year on roller skates. She had on a mask and the skates, and that’s all. She can’t talk; I’m the only one who knows about that. I helped her hide afterwards, until she got dressed and rid of the skates.”

I chuckled as the vision of that floated behind my eyes. I started the truck and slowly backed up. Rita was still cuddled up to me, so I went out the back way. I stayed on the back streets until I came to a small county road going north.

*****

There was about another hour or so kartal escort of daylight left as we left town behind us. Rita wiggled around and pulled the tee shirt up around her waist and raised her feet up onto the seat to curl them up next to her bare butt. Suddenly, she leaned forward to turn on the radio. My arm had been around her shoulders, just as suddenly, I found my hand on her firm, warm, bare ass.

I quickly moved it, but she turned and grinned at me. “You can leave it there if you want to,” she whispered. “It felt wonderful.”

I put my arm up on the top of the seat and grinned back at her. “Yeah, it felt wonderful all right. A little too wonderful and it was an accident. We’ll leave it at that and my arm where it is now,” I said with a smile.

She smiled and turned back to the radio. “I hope there are a few more accidents. The thought that there might be, has me all tingly in a certain spot,” she whispered. I didn’t tell her about the throbbing hard-on in my shorts, hidden by my tee shirt. I didn’t dare.

She found a station she liked and I turned off onto a small dirt road, running out through the woods. I had worked in this area for five years and I knew the back roads very well. Rita looked around and then grinned as she slipped the tee shirt off over her head. She laid it on the seat next to her and then stretched her hands over her head, pressing her palms against the roof of the truck. Her breasts would move ever so much as she rolled her shoulders, her nipples getting harder and harder as she displayed herself for me and anyone else that might accidentally see her.

My hand moved almost of its own accord, ending up on her back at her shoulder blades, and slowly ran downward along the center of her spine. She gasped softly and arched her back farther and farther as the hand went lower. I paused at her tailbone and then started the return caress back to her shoulder blades. As I held my hand still, she whimpered and lowered her hands to her breasts, softly caressing each one, before she pinched and rolled her nipples. This brought a soft moan to her throat. I returned my hand to the seat back.

She pulled on her nipples for a second and then sighed as she released them. She sat there on the edge of the seat and looked straight ahead for a moment before she turned her head and smiled at me.

“Now, who’s teasing who?” She asked as a little shiver ran throughout her body.

I smiled back and winked at her. “Tease? Who me? I’d never do anything like that,” I said as I drove along slowly.

She giggled, looked back forward, and said, “Yeah right, I forgot, you’re an old man that no girl could possible want to have anything to do with.”

My hand moved to the seat and two fingers just barely brushed her skin as they climbed her spine from her ass to her neck. She gasped again and arched her back. My hand moved over and slowly caressed her side from just under her arm to her hip. She shivered and took a quivering ragged breath.

“Are you about to come?” I asked in a soft voice.

She nodded quickly, so I returned my hand to the seat back. She sat there with that slight shiver for a few seconds and then she took a deep breath and let it out raggedly. A moment later, she sighed and leaned back against the seat.

“Under control again?” I asked in the same soft voice.

She nodded slightly and then grinned. “Mostly,” she whispered.

I chuckled and caressed her hair softly. “Okay little one, I’ll let you relax and enjoy your nude ride.”

We rode a while and then she asked, “If your touching my back and side turned me on so much, I wonder what would happen if you…. You know, touched me other places.”

I chuckled and replied, “You would come suddenly and sharply, and that would be it. A sudden release and nothing more. The excitement would die slowly after that, most likely. This way, you build up and then coast down, to build up again. Kind of like a roller coaster. Remember last night when you were keeping yourself from coming by sheer will. Remember the intensity of that first touch when we got home?”

She nodded and then gasped lightly. “Oh, yes.”

I grinned at her and she grinned back.

*****

I came to a crossroads and took a left, and then turned right through an old gate into a narrow track going out through the woods. Rita took a couple of sharp breaths as we hit a hole and kept on going for another twenty yards. There was an opening in the trees to the left and I pulled into it, stopped, and turned the truck off.

Rita sat up on the edge of the seat and looked around. “Where are we?” She asked.

“We are in the National Forest about a half mile from the lake. Do you still want me to take some more pictures of you?” When she grinned and nodded, I said, “We can take a walk down toward the lake and I can take pictures as we go. You might even get the chance to go skinny dipping.”

She grinned and moved maltepe escort over to kiss my lips gently. “Will you get naked with me, please?” She asked softly.

“We’ll see,” I said in the same kind of soft voice.

She grinned as she slid across the seat to open the door and get out. “I’ll take that as a maybe.” she said with a giggle.

I got my camera and a large beach towel from behind the seat. Thinking about her maybe comment, I took off my tennis shoes and tee shirt. I emptied my pockets, except for the truck keys. These I hid behind the left front wheel of the truck.

With Rita’s tee shirt and the towel under my arm, I locked the truck and came around to her side. When she saw me, she grinned and winked. “I got part of my maybe.”

I grinned and winked back at her. “Be very careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Then you’d have an ugly, naked old man on your hands, so to speak. I don’t think you’d ever get over the mental shock of that.”

She grinned and cocked her head to one side. “I saw you in your Speedo, remember. We were down on the river for a float trip, a couple of years ago. You looked pretty good to me; you’re in as good a shape as my dad or step dad. Better in some ways and they are far younger than you.”

“I remember that trip but you sure didn’t look like you do now. You were a skinny little girl for the most part, with a little baby fat, here and there,” I said with a big grin.

She moved away from me, out into the bright sunlight and then took up a pose, with her hand behind her head, her body slightly angled to the side. I snapped her picture. Then she turned around and placed one hand on her hip and looked back at me over her shoulder. I took the picture as the thought that she really did have an outstanding butt, just like her mom, crossed my mind.

“I’m not sure which makes me drool more, your boobs or your butt,” I said with a laugh.

She giggled and bent more at the waist, sticking her ass out prominently. I whistled and took a picture. She grinned and bent even more, placing her hands on one ankle, just above her foot. I moved a little closer and knelt down to take this shot. When I finished I stood up and blew out a big breath.

“That’s enough, you’re killing an old man.” She giggled and stood up. “Come on,” I said, “Let’s take a walk before I get into trouble.”

She laughed as she followed me down a trail into the woods. “What makes you think you’ll be any safer in here?” She asked.

I looked at her and frowned, which made her laugh again. “Ok, I’ll behave. As much as I can anyway.”

“For some reason that’s not real reassuring,” I said with a grin.

We walked a couple hundred yards and then the woods opened up to large widely spaced oak trees, with long sweeping limbs. Most of the lower limbs came all the way down to the ground. As we passed one, Rita looked over at me with a grin and then ran over to climb up on it. I dropped the towel and her shirt as I scrambled to get pictures. I took a couple more as she walked up along the wide branch.

When she was about ten feet off the ground, she paused and stood on one foot with her arms spread and her other leg as far out to the side as it would go. Then she bent at the waist and brought the raised leg back to stick straight out behind her. I took several pictures as she went through a series of dance and gymnastic poses. I marveled at the limberness and flexibility of her beautiful young body. My mind laughed at the thought that at one time I was that way.

She ran out of poses and walked on to the trunk of the tree. She stepped into the wide fork, squatted down, and looked down at me. “Come on up,” she said with a wide grin.

I shook my head and then took her picture before I replied, “No way. My tree climbing days are over. Anyway, if I did, who would be down here to catch you if you fell out of there?”

She laughed and said, “I ain’t going to fall, I love climbing trees.” She giggled and added, “It’s even more fun naked, especially with you down there, watching me and taking pictures.”

She dropped one of her hands between her spread thighs and rubbed lightly at her slit, which made her shiver. “I better not do that or I will fall out of this tree.”

She looked at her fingertips and then rubbed them together for a second. She bent farther forward and looked down between her thighs and giggled. “I’m so wet that I’m dripping.”

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, which made her giggle again.

Suddenly she stood up and quickly walked back down the limb toward me. As she got about even with my shoulders, she turned and squatted down again. Spreading her knees wide apart, she said, “Get a picture of this close up so I can see just how wet I am.”

I took a picture from where I was and then moved closer and took another. She was wet alright. I could see the glistening and shine on her inner thighs and the area around her sex had little drops of moisture clinging to the sparse hair there. I licked my lips again, not even realizing that I did it.

Rita giggled and asked, “Want a taste?” She dropped her hand back to her sex and touched a finger to her opening, slipping it inside to the first knuckle. I took a picture as she made a soft grunting groan. When she removed the finger, it was slick and shiny.

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As a preface, I thought I’d write about this affair I had with a married woman when I was younger. I was 20 and she was about 10 years older and married to a guy she didn’t love. We snuck around a lot while her husband was at work or out of town. We had many sexual encounters and she was the first woman I had sex with. I’ll write about many of these escapades as it was a fun time in my life. The sneaking around was fun but not the smartest choices I’ve made in my life. I think writing about them would be fun.

This is about the first time I received a blowjob and the months leading up to it, which was also my first ever sexual experience. I was chatting online a bit at this time in my life and I became close with this woman. We chatted a lot, pretty much nightly and after knowing each other online for a long time, we exchanged phone numbers. We had the occasional phone call as time went on, the online chats remained regular and they’d often turned sexual. This was back in the ICQ days. I used to read erotic stories so I had some idea on what to say and how to please women sexually. At least in writing.

We started having phone sex soon and pretty reguarly too. Always in the morning. I was attending university then so I never had to get up too early and her husband had gone to work. So around 8:00 we’d call each other up and listen to each other masturbate while talking dirty to each other. I remember hearing moans and her voice was such a turn-on. She had a vibrator and would describe how she was rubbing it on her clit. I’d ask her to put it inside her and put the phone çekmeköy escort next to it so I could hear the wet noises it made. We would always time it so we’d cum at the same time. Hearing her cumming was the hottest thing a 20 year with no sexual experience could listen to. Pretty hot for any male with any amount of experience actually.

We did this for quite a few weeks until we decided we should meet. We had exchanged photos of ourselves already by now. She sent some photo of a good looking woman that she said was her a long time ago. It may have been but it must’ve been very long ago. She wasn’t ugly by any means but she was overweight however not close to being obese. She still had a shape of a woman. Pretty much every single description of a woman written by males on this site are tall, skinny big breated women. Not this chick but like I said, she wasn’t ugly by any means and still had a shape. Big shapes.

We decided to meet at a park near the city by the river. By now she’d driven by my house before and we knew what each other looked like, but have never met in person. We met at night by the river and started chatting. We got on really well. Conversation kept flowing but I think we both wanted some form of bodily contact but no one wanted to instigate it. Until finally our heads got close and we started kissing. We pasoionately kissed for a long time. It’s the second time I kissed a girl. I don’t know if I was doing a good job but she kept kissing and didn’t stop me. Our hands were running all over each other, içerenköy escort we were standing and leaning up against a handrail on the water front. She didn’t mind me touching her boobs but she didn’t let me touch her pussy. Every time I went to put my hand between her legs, she would move it away. She said just didn’t want me to touch her there, yet.

We kept kissing for what felt like a couple of hours and she was really getting horny and I was too. She put her hands under my shirt at the top of pants, and when her hand touched my a skin, I felt tingles shoot up my back. Then she slid her hands down my pants and touched my hard dick. More tingles shot up my back. Being touched for the first time felt sent my nerve endings into a hightened state. We kept kissing and she kept stroking my dick and said ‘I want to suck your cock.’ Let me tell you that is the sexiest thing to hear. It’s like all my fantasies are coming true. I asked her ‘where can we do it?’ Then she lead me back to her car.

Our cars weren’t parked in a particularly secluded place but we can see pedestrians approaching. She got me to sit in the driver’s seat and her in the passenger seat. She undid my jeans and I pulled them down and she reached and took my dick out. Those tingling feelings came rushing back and I couldn’t believe it was happening. She looked at me and I was in a daze at this point. I had the world was blocked out and I was so in the moment. Every story I’ve read written by males say their dicks are 8 or 9 inches long, but mine is dragos escort 5 or 5.5 inches. Despite me worrying that she might think my dick was too small, she seemed to be happy and didn’t have any negative reaction to it. She took my dick in her mouth and sucked me up and down. It was the first time I felt lips around my dick was truly mind boggling. She took my almost my whole dick in mouth and started going up and getting my dick so wet. It was better than I ever imagined and my mind started to really focus on these new feelings. Her tongue would twirl around my head every now and then. At the same time though, it was like

I didn’t know how to cum with her mouth. You know to make yourself cum but this being a totally new experience, her rhythm was different, the feeling was different and I didn’t feel I needed to cum. She must’ve sucked me for 20 minutes, then she started sliding all the way up my dick so her lips would slide up the head and down again with some wet friction. Then I finally felt it building up. I told her I was about to cum and she stoped sucking and used her hand on me. My hard dick was wet and the hardest it’s ever been. I came pretty hard but not the hardest I’d ever cum, because of the unfamiliarity of the feeling, but it was still awesome. She was moaning and stroking my dick as I shot my load and it dribbled down her hand and my cock. She looked at me then at my cock and said ‘I want to lick the cum off your dick.’ So she went back down and licked all the cum off my dick. It was mind boggling how sexy it was.

We chatted a little longer and we went for a short drive. We promised we’d meet up again cause she had a great time and I got my dick sucked for the first time in my life. So I was in.

On the drive home, it was hard to process what happened that night. I replayed the whole night over and over in my mind for the next few days. I did work out I liked getting my dick sucked.

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The sun was slowly rising on another glorious Los Angeles day, breaking through the balcony doors spreading light throughout the penthouse apartment. Stevie lay there wrapped in the bed sheet, a glow on her face the likes of which she had never seen before.

The last month had been an absolute rollercoaster taking her life from that of a normal 22 year old living in her dreary one room apartment to laying in a huge queen size bed, wrapped in expensive sheets, on luxurious pillows waking up to the crashing waves of the pacific ocean. If someone had walked in and told her she was actually still asleep and this was all a dream, she would have believed them.

This wasn’t a dream though; it was very much real but to understand how Stevie had found herself in such a luxurious bed we have to go back, back to that day in June when this rollercoaster had begun.

June 14th

Stevie looked over at her phone as the alarm went off for the third time, hating the noise that blared out of it more than anything in the world at that moment. Reaching over grabbing it, she switched off the alarm, sighing in frustration seeing the time, 7.45, knowing she had no choice but to get up if she didn’t want to be late for work, again.

This daily ritual of hating her alarm clock and fighting to get out of bed; wasn’t due to how comfy in bed she was or how cosy she was, far from it. It had been another hot and humid Los Angeles summer evening; she lay there in her nightdress, her long dirty blonde hair a sweaty mess, heavy eyes due to her lack of sleep. No the reason for this ritual was her hatred of her job.

When she turned 18 and made the decision to move to Los Angeles to start out on her own, her reason for choosing LA wasn’t like all the other starlets, she had no desire to be famous. Stevie was the girl in the group who would stay in the background, allowing for her more flamboyant and vocal girlfriends to hog the limelight, just as she liked it and living in LA certainly helped with that, 90% of the girls that lived there wanted the limelight, allowing Stevie to sit in the shadows.

Even with her desire to stay out of the limelight, Stevie didn’t exactly want to move to LA and work in the dullest temp job that had ever existed but that’s exactly what she did. She worked for a firm that specialised in finding extras for movies, which doesn’t sound so bad but her job wasn’t finding the extras or engaging with the movies that needed them, her job was to ensure the hundreds of extras they supplied were paid correctly and dealing with the inevitable challenges about how much they were paid. Stevie hated it, but it paid well, was an honest living and allowed her to enjoy her weekends.

Finally, after another five minutes of lying in bed thinking of reasons why she shouldn’t go to work, she crawled out of bed and into the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair as she looked at the matted mess the hot summer night had left her with. Grabbing her toothbrush and starting to brush her teeth she looked herself up and down trying to make the decision whether she needed to get a shower.

Stevie was fortunate in that she had naturally good skin, she wasn’t the kind of girl that needed to spend an hour in the mirror applying make-up, she had light sun-kissed skin, with freckles on her cheeks but not too many, just enough to look as if she had applied them herself. This coupled with her 32c breasts, meant she was able to get away without too much effort because guys just tended to ogle her breasts anyway.

This thought process along with the fact she just worked in an office had made her mind up, today was going to be an au natural kind of day, so she grabbed some clean panties and a bra from her draws, sliding her nightdress off, observing herself in the mirror once more before sliding her underwear on, the bra hugging her breasts tightly pushing them in slightly as she grimaced, thinking to herself she really needed to go and get resized for her underwear and buy some new ones.

Glancing out the window into the busy street as she considered what clothes to wear, as if she needed to check the weather knowing it was going to be ferociously hot and sunny like every day in LA. She grabbed some denim shorts hesitating for a moment as she considered the last time she had wore them they had hugged her ass tighter than she remembered but had put it down to them shrinking in the wash not the real truth that her ass had grown a little plumper over the last six months.

Stepping into her shorts and then pulling her favourite white Converse on, she then pulled a white t-shirt from her closet with a huge yellow smiley face on, the have a nice day kind. Checking herself in the mirror once more as she started to put things into her handbag, she didn’t exactly look glamorous but working in a dreary office did have one perk, it allowed her to dress like this every day.

Little did Stevie know that today was going to be far from a normal day and her choice of t-shirt could come back to haunt kozyatağı escort her.

Having survived the daily commute, putting up with the glances at her breasts due to her t-shirt hugging her breasts and the eyes travelling down her figure to her shapely thighs on display in her shorts, she’d grabbed herself a coffee, enjoyed a flirt with the barista and made it to her desk all before 9am, as far as Monday’s going, this was a successful start to the week.

She had barely sat down and pressed the power up button on her computer when her boss, Tom walked into the office. Tom was a good boss to be fair, helped by the fact he was nice to look at. Just turned 40 Tom was one of those guys who had tried to follow Brad Pitt moving to LA with the hope of getting picked up and becoming famous, he certainly had the looks for it. That chiselled jaw, deep brown eyes that Stevie had got lost in several times, a killer smile and a body that had taken countless hours in the gym to obtain, Stevie knew because it was all Tom spoke about and was one of the only things she didn’t like about him, she’d never been the gym going type.

As he walked in he looked straight over at Stevie a look of surprise on his face, “What are you doing here?” This certainly hadn’t been the morning welcome Stevie had been expecting and she looked at him not sure what to respond to that. Tom continued as he walked towards her, “I messaged you last night, we had a late cancellation, I need you on set over at Dream Pictures.”

Stevie looked at him then down at her phone, being asked to step in and support on set as an extra when required was expected in her role, she’d done it countless times but just blushed as she looked at her phone once more, trying to respond, “I, er…” but Tom interrupted her, “I, er, nothing, they are hoping to start shooting at 9, get yourself over there now.” Quickly grabbing her phone and handbag, she quickly left the office and started to head over to the lot where Dream Pictures made their movies not even thinking about what set she was about to walk onto just knowing she needed to get their asap.

Dream Pictures was one of the adult studios that her company worked with, Stevie wasn’t a prude, she was far from a virgin but porn wasn’t exactly her thing, she’d had boyfriends who had enjoyed her watching it with them but she wasn’t like some of her girlfriends who openly admitted they watched it themselves, well today she was certainly going to get to watch some.

Her mind wandered as she walked, almost jogging over to the studio, her breasts bouncing with her brisk walk trying not to think about all the eyes she could feel glancing at her and her bouncing assets. She’d paid lots of extras over the years for working with Dream Pictures but never considered what use an extra could have in the adult industry, from her experience, the only people on camera tended to be the stars.

Stevie bit her lip subconsciously as she thought about it, thinking about what her role was going to be today and what she was going to be doing. She’d never had a steady boyfriend in her time in LA and it had been a few months since she had hooked up with anyone too and she couldn’t deny the idea of watching some people having sex in the near future was turning her on but she suddenly snapped out of her day dream as she arrived at the studio lot and eagerly headed inside.

Clutching her handbag not knowing what to expect as she headed in, Stevie was surprised as she stepped in to a well lit reception area, clean and tidy with what looked like brand new furniture. For some reason Stevie had been expecting the lot to be dark, dirty and less inviting but this room was far from it. She headed up to the reception desk smiling her cheeks slightly flushed from her walk at the receptionist sat at the desk, “Hi, I’m so sorry, my names Stevie, I’m here for the shoot this morning.”

The receptionist looked up at Stevie through her thin framed glassed, pursing her lips, looking her up and down with the gaze of someone who had seen a lot of girls walk through those doors then glanced back down at her computer as she spoke, “It’s OK, they’ve not started shooting yet, they are preparing the set so your services won’t be needed yet, take a seat and someone will come collect you.”

Blushing even more being spoken to like that, Stevie returned the favour looking the receptionist up and down, glancing at her name tag, Evelyn, the buttons on her blouse clearly struggling to contain her large breasts, Stevie bit her lip once more as she glanced up at Evelyn the thought that she’d probably been in front of the camera in the past entered her head. She quickly turned away as Evelyn looked up at her and caught her gaze, her cheeks reddening once more she quickly turned and headed over to an empty seat.

Sitting down in the quiet waiting room, it was the first moment since her boss had walked in that Stevie had considered what exactly she was getting herself into, erenköy escort she tried to think back to past bookings she’d known for Dream Picture but suddenly a man burst into the room clearly looking panicked.

The man was in his 20’s, wear a shirt unbuttoned lower than someone with his physique should wear it and had what could only be referred to as a greasy ponytail, he looked at Evelyn and shouted, “Is she here yet, please tell me she is here”, a sense of desperation in his tone. Evelyn looked up from her computer, looking as surprised as Stevie was fumbling with some papers on her desk stuttering her response, “erm…”. The man then glanced over at Stevie a smile lighting his face up as he shouted over to Stevie, “Thank god, get your ass in here”.

Her cheeks reddening once more, not sure how she felt by her ass being referred to but quickly got to her feet, walking in the guys direction, feeling him ogle her. He held the door open so she quickly walked in, looking up at the guy with the ponytail as he commented, “Nice t-shirt” a grin on his face that should couldn’t quite understand but quickly ignored as she walked in to the room, looking around what looked like a high school locker room, with about twenty people milling around, some in a state of undress and all of them looking slightly panicked in the same way the ponytail guy had been.

As Stevie drank in the scene, never having been on the set of an adult production before, she felt a hand on the small of her back looking to her side as the ponytail guy started to guide her forward. Her cheeks still reddening as she felt like more eyes on the room looked in her direction, she quickly shuffled her feet allowing him to guide her towards two benches in the centre of the room, the kind that they had in locker rooms; that were clearly going to be used for the scene.

Stevie looked up to the ponytail guy about to ask what was expected from her today when around a hidden corner on the set walked what she would quite happily admit was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen and to add to it, he was completely naked except for some football shoulder pads. For once Stevie took on the role of pervert and couldn’t help herself, biting her lip as she slowly looks over his strong abs, down slowly, biting her lip harder as her gaze caught on his semi hard cock. She thought it was semi hard because it was limp but the size of it she couldn’t be sure as it hung down his thigh, bigger than any cock she’d seen before.

Snapping out of her gaze, as she heard him speak, looking up her cheeks flushing once more as she stuttered, “Oh, I’m sorry”, looking up at him as he smiled at her, almost falling in love with him again as he smiled at her the most gorgeous smile she’d even seen and those eyes of his, a dreamy blue, she just smiled in response.

She felt like time stood still as they both stood there looking at each other but was quickly snapped out of her daydream once more as she heard the ponytail guy behind her, “Okay, niceties out of the way, you’ve got a job to do and we are losing money” and felt his hand move slowly up her back onto her shoulder and push down gently but insistently”.

Turning her head to look up at the ponytail guy once more a mixture of emotions running through her, panic certainly one of them, excitement another and not sure which one was going to win, she slowly complied and dropped down to her knees looking up at the gorgeous star before her, his limp cock inches from her face. She watched as he reached forward, grabbing his cock and held it up in the direction of her mouth.

It was at this exact moment that everything she had seen started to make sense, the panic in the ponytail guys voice when he’d first walked into the room, the panic around the room as she had walked in, the limpness of the stars cock, the person they had been waiting for wasn’t an extra, it was the fluffer and they thought she was the girl they’d been waiting on.

A million thoughts once again, started running through Stevie’s mind as she looked up at the gorgeous man holding his cock out in desperation for her, she was in no way a fluffer and part of her wanted to stand up and get out of there but nothing could deny the fact she thought the guy was perfect, she had already admitted to herself earlier that it had been awhile and finally the reputation of the company she worked for was at risk, if she backed out they may never get another contract from Dream pictures again.

Milling everything over in that split second in her mind, sensing the eagerness from the star and the ponytail guy, Stevie took a deep breath, her eyes up on the star and opened her mouth as she moved her mouth towards his soft cock.

Seeing all the permission he needed the star quickly moved forward and pushed his cock between her lips, one hand still holding the base of his cock, his other hand reached forward and pressed on her head. Having used a fluffer dozens of times he knew exactly what harem escort he needed to do to get his cock hard and he wasn’t there for pleasantries, she was a mouth to serve a purpose.

Stevie’s eyes remained open looking up his toned torso into those amazing blue eyes as she kept her mouth open wide, closing her lips around his shaft as she felt him take control a hand on her head sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he pleased. Stevie was kind of relieved he had taken control, she’d never had any complaints about her blowjob technique but she wasn’t sure she could live up to porn standards. So she just knelt there keeping her lips on his shaft as he slid in and out, feeling his cock swell inside her mouth.

Feeling his cock start to harden the star, looking down at Stevie, looking into her eyes a sense of relief washing over him and able to start to enjoy himself as he slid his cock in and out of her eager mouth. Not sliding deep just a few inches of his growing cock sliding in and out just as he liked it, the hand on the base of his cock letting go now as it hardened enough to stand upright by itself.

Still not quite believing the position she found herself as she knelt there in the mock changing room, oblivious to the eyes on her just focussing on the gaze of the hunk above her, Stevie couldn’t deny she was enjoying it and didn’t even think as a groan escaped from her lips. Her cheeks reddened at the sound but quickly calmed as she looked up seeing him smile down at her with that gorgeous smile.

He smiled down at her, hearing the groan escape her lips, knowing she was enjoying sucking his cock and happy to stand there and let her enjoy it. His cock hard again, he had his first change to look the fluffer up and down, smiling at her have a nice day top containing what looked like a lovely set of tits, admiring down her back to her plump ass, she certainly had a figure he could have a lot of fun with but he knew he had no time for that, there was work to be done.

Even more turned on seeing the hunks smile, making her think she was doing a good job, she was certainly enjoying it, as she suddenly realised his cock was rock hard standing on its own now and she had only managed the first couple of inches of what looked like a cock well over 8″. Eager to continue to please him, her eyes still up on him she pressed forward slightly, another groan escaping her lips as she felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth.

Suddenly, she heard, “Okay, I’m ready” and suddenly the heavenly cock popped free from her mouth. She looked up at the star as he gave her another of his killer smiles, “Thanks doll, have a nice day” and walked away leaving her kneeling there, incredibly horny and all of a sudden feeling very vulnerable.

Once again time seemed to stand still as she knelt there for what felt like a lifetime until the ponytail guy snapped her out of her lull once more, shouting urgently, “Unless you plan on being in shot, get off your ass and get out the way”.

Blushing once more Stevie quickly climbed to her feet backing away to the edge of the room standing there not sure what to do or say, her cheeks still rosey red as every now and again she would get a pat on the arm and a friendly smile saying “Good work hunni”.

Her emotions were once again mixed as the realisation of what had just occurred washed over her, mortified that she had just sucked a stranger’s cock in front of a crowded room and strangely proud that she had done a good job.

She stood there, looking over as she watched the gorgeous star and his now hard as a rock cock be sucked by a big breasted blonde girl, looking her naked form up and down a sense of jealously washing over as she bit her lip unable to take her eyes off the pair of them.

The star was in his element now, this is what he loved, the stress of getting hard and staying hard was always a pain but getting to fuck big breasted blondes like Kim was every guys dream. He stood there enjoying her working his cock as deep as she could manage, listening out for any directions and smiled eagerly as he heard the director order him to bend her over the bench and fuck her doggy.

Just as he was turning her around he looked up and his eyes caught the fluffer standing there in the corner of the room, he smiled and winked at her, as he reached down positioning his cock and sliding slowly into Kim’s wet pussy, gripping her hips and pulling her back and forth, he couldn’t help himself as he looked up once more and locked eyes with Stevie, looking her full figure up and down, he couldn’t deny he found her attractive.

Stevie couldn’t take her eyes off the blowjob, doing everything in her will power to stop herself touching herself; the scene was turning her on so much. Listening to the director shout out to fuck her doggy style, Stevie’s eyed widened as she was going to get to see them fuck.

Frozen in position, she looked at the girls face as she took his big cock, the reality of how long it had been since Stevie fucked anyone washing over her, her jealously only growing as she watched the girl grimace knowing she was enjoying that cock, there was no need to act right now. Stevie’s glance looked up and she almost yelped as she found herself looking straight into the deep blue eyes of the star as he fucked the buxom blonde porn star and he then winked at her.

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This is a work of fiction, Darling. Well, sort of. The narrator is me, of course, and the object of affection is Alexander and he is real, too. We would have to get together to discuss some of the order and events to determine they are either entirely fictional or accurate. I certainly will never forget them, and they were one of those tipping points we encounter. And fun!

It features explicit descriptions of sex between men. None of them at the time of these purely fictional interludes were underage, and all were between men of legal standing for purposes of intimacy.

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Chapter One: Men on the Moon

It was going to be a wasted summer. It was 1969, the height of the decade which didn’t actually end until the oil crunch in 1973. I’ll never forget the night the whole party ended, and just as a matter of personal bookmarks, it was when Tricky Dick Nixon came on the tube and told us to drive 55 miles-an-hour to save fuel.

I almost got killed the next morning trying to do it, run down by angry white guys in big cars on the Dan Ryan Expressway the next morning.

Then it was Disco, and that is about all I remember of the fabulous 80’s.

There were music festivals, and dope, and loud music and I was going to be off to college soon. I was interested in the concepts of the Age of Aquarius, though I hadn’t seen much of it in the mid-western town I found myself stuck in.

It was a great time to be alive, but my toes were tapping. I wanted to get on with life.

I missed my pals, and I missed being around the Big City. My family had moved because of my Dad’s reassignment. I was now in a suburb around an old brick city filled with the descendents of the hardy block-headed Dutch who populated this part of the state. It was staid and boring.

On the upside, it was easy to get alcohol. On the downside there was nobody to drink it with. I had passable fake ID and it was not hard to get a six pack to drink in the field out in back of the house. And of course there were the racks of Dad’s home-made wine.

He fancied himself quite the vintner and had custom labels made up and liked to give the stuff away when he went out. When he decanted it from the barrel, he used all manner of bottles and consequently there was not particular rhyme or reason to it and it was easy to take the odd bottle from the garage.

I was as excited as anyone that summer, following the flight of the Eagle to the moon. They went in July of that summer and on July 20 at 4:18 p.m. EDT, the Lunar Module touched down on the Moon. At 10:56 p.m., Neil Armstrong jumped off the Lunar Lander.

In between I lay in my bed and gazed out the window where the moon hung silver in space.

I couldn’t quite believe it. Interplanetary travel seemed to be possible. I wondered everything was the same way, possible. I was horny all the time. It did not take much to tent my trousers.

I wondered about a lot of things. Women. They were such impenetrable beings. I thought about the airbrushed Playboy images as I stroked myself, and thought about the strange fortress undergarments they wore under the mini-skirts when they shot us a look in High School. The all seemed to wear the same foundation garments, of a sort. It was the mid-West after all.

But the way they crossed their legs under the desks and that resolute aspect of their crotches filled me with wonder, and a certain amount of dread.

It wasn’t like that with the guys. I used to love Phys Ed, and the shower afterwards. I could see that I stacked up pretty well with the other guys, and I often found myself thinking of what it would be like to see a guy as hard as I was.

I laid down on my bed and looked at the moon. I thought of Playboy images with airbrushed pneumatic women. But increasingly şerifali escort I found myself daydreaming about hard penises. I had found a copy of the shocking story of Fanny Hill in my father’s remote library, in with the magazines I liked to look at.

Fanny was poked and prodded by all manner of lusty rakes. It was curious that I found myself wishing to be on her end of things. I inserted a candle in my ass one day, and pulled it in and out just like the fat cocks that filled up Fielding’s heroine.

I didn’t understand why this felt so good, or why I was so attracted to the idea of having it in me. It just felt good, and seemed to touch something deep inside me that tingled. God, it felt good. In fact, when I stroked myself I clenched my tight ring around the smooth intruder and when my balls boiled I shot Technicolor plumes that arced from the tip of my cock and hit me in the face.

This night, I looked at the moon and stroked my eager cock, thinking of astronauts and hard dicks. Mine rose to the occasion for the second time that day, spewing hot milk on my hand. I shuddered with the release.

In the silvery light I licked the back of my right hand, tasting my warm seed. It was slippery, with a slightly sweet musky taste and a hint of something else that made my throat tingle, seeming to close it of its own volition.

It was powerful stuff.

I knew that.

The Men’s Department

I was up late with everyone else the night man landed on the moon and was tired when I drove my little red VW to the Mall the next day.

The department store I had worked for back home had an outlet here, and I was able to secure a job selling clothes. They were stricter here in the smaller town, more formal, but I got the same employee discount on clothes and I enjoyed interacting with the customers. I was a born salesman, and so long as I moved product, the management left me alone.

This morning the Manager of the men’s department caught me early. I had a cigarette going in one of the dressing rooms, so I tried to sidle away from him and put it out. He was a nerdy type, a little old maid guy. He grasped me on the upper arm to keep me fixed in place.

“Listen,” he said. “We have a new employee coming in today.”

“O.K.” I said. “I can handle that.”

“No.” He scowled. “This is different. He is a Negro.”

I gave him a puzzled look. I had worked with black people all the time back home.

“Our first Negro,” he said, as if I was supposed to understand the enormity of it.

“O.K.,” I said again. “I’ll try to be nice.”

He gave me one of those looks. “I just don’t want any problems that would reflect badly on the Men’s Department.”

I promised him that I would be on my best behavior and got back to stub out my cigarette before it fell out of the ashtray and caused a fire. Now that would reflect badly on the Men’s Department, I thought.

I straightened up and killed time through the first hour of opening. Sometimes, on sale days, things started out with a rush. Sometimes the men’s department was as silent as a tomb. Today was one of the latter, and it seemed like even if men where on the Moon, it was going to be an endless summer.

And it was not going to be one with surfboards, even if that surf documentary came around again.

I could see taking off for something completely different. I wanted to go.

Alexander the Great

The Negro my boss had warned me about arrived just before lunch.

I don’t know what I had been expecting. He had been so concerned about the racial thing, I thought it might be some dark-skinned H. Rap Brown thug. I knew that wasn’t true. I had been working with the black guys on the loading dock and in the parking shack since I was fifteen and could get my papers.

I knew they were just people, and when the summer came with all the riots I gained a deep respect for what they had to deal with that I had no comprehension about. So even if this person was a tough guy I was confident I could get along with him.

I was selling kavacık escort a pair of jeans to a woman who had a disinterested pimply kid in tow when I heard my name being called. I completed the transaction, closed the register, and slid the pants into a sack with the Department Store logo on it and turned around.

My nerd manager had a tall young man with him. I took an involuntary breath. His skin had the rich color of caramel, just lighter than a the sweet rich cup of coffee au lait with which I started my mornings. His hair was a sort of light brunette in a million tight curls, cut close on the sides and rising a little on top. Style.

His eyes were the strangest shade of hazel and his aristocratic nose had just a hint of African flare. I was stunned. This was no Negro. This young man looked like the pictures of Malcom X when he was still Detroit Red. Handsome!

“Bob,” I want you to meet Alexander. He will be joining the staff here today and I want you to show him the ropes. How to open up and close out.”

“I’d be happy to” I said, hoping I didn’t look too startled. “Nice to meet you, Alex.”

He smiled and I saw radiant white teeth behind his lips that were not much fuller than mine. Just rich and sensuous.

“I prefer Alexander” he said softly “But just don’t call me late for dinner.” He finished the joke with a smile and I grinned right back.

“Alexander it is” I said. “Sorry.”

The manager looked at us and pursed his lips. “I’ll handle the register here. Why don’t you show him the break room and where he can get some lunch if he is hungry. We have a half hour for lunch here, no more, and two fifteen-minute breaks.”

“We are very organized here” I said. “We run a tight department.”

The manager knew I was ribbing him but he let it go. He was such a wimp. “Come on, Alexander. Let me show you the ropes.” He smiled and we walked off past the display counters and the suit racks. I pointed to the door between the slacks and sports coats. “Back there are the dressing rooms. We are supposed to keep an eye on them to make sure no one is doing any shoplifting or tag-changing.”

“Do you have much of that here?” asked Alexander in that soft voice. His inflection rose on the word “that.”

“Nah,” I said. “Mostly we have hard-working blockhead Dutch in here. It is a boring clientele.” I paused. “I’m sorry, are you from around here? I didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Goodness, no,” he said firmly. “I am from Chicago. They sent me here for the summer.”

“Who did? The family?”

“Yeah,” he responded with a sigh. “There were some issues. We have kin here. I’ll tell you about it sometime, if you are interested.”

I found that interesting. I wondered if he had to cool off from something. But that could come in time. “Let me show you the break room. It has the only Coke machine on this side of the Mall.” We took the escalator down to the basement where we sold tools and patio crap. I don’t know why the heavy stuff was in the basement, but I just work there.

We looked at the Coke machine and the ultra-modern industrial microwave. “That thing will cook a hot dog in about three seconds,” I said. “And sometimes the machine actually gets the ice right in the cup, unless it turns it over and spills everything.”

He laughed, a melodious sound like water flowing over smooth stones.

“I’ve seen worse,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Now why don’t you show me how to work.”

We went back upstairs and relieved the Nerd at the register. I showed him the buttons to mash for “no sale” and how to do the credit vouchers and how to place the card just so on the register plate so when you pressed the handle the name and account number came through on the carbon. I showed him the tally sheet we each had to fill out for all the sales we did, and how we would close it out at the end of the day.

Since it was slow, we chatted through the afternoon. I found out he was recently graduated, too. He was headed for college, though his family wanted him to attend a historically black school in caddebostan escort Washington DC rather than the University of Illinois.

“Why is that?” I asked. I was headed there myself. I looked forward to the challenge of the big campus and all the activity.

“They want me to be Black for a while, so that I don’t forget.”

That stopped me dead. I didn’t know what to say, and preferred to say nothing rather than something that might be inadvertently offensive. Thankfully a 44-short suit customer showed up and I taught Alexander how to mark up the cut-job instructions for the tailor. That is the only part of the job that is complicated. People come in such a variety of sizes.

Selling a suit is a big deal, with a lot of interplay with the customer. I rang up the sale and then measured the stocky man’s coat, marking with chalk the hump where the jacket had to be taken in at the collar, and the rise and inseam on the trousers. I always feel a little funny about that, particularly when the guy is such a toad. Alexander seemed to think it was amusing and grinned when I had completed the process, filled out the tag and instructions, and thanked the man for his business.

The chunky man ambled away and I turned and said “What’s so funny?”

“You are, Bob. I don’t think you liked that man, and I think you are afraid that I don’t know I am a Negro.”

“Shit, no, I didn’t like him. He was a toad. But about the other part, I don’t want to hurt your feelings by saying something stupid.”

“Like whether I can get a sunburn?” He paused and smiled. “I can, you know. And that is because white men have been fucking the women in my family for three hundred years.”

I must have blushed. “It’s O.K.,” he said. “I didn’t say you fucked them.”

“It’s complicated” I stammered.

“Yes, it is.” he said gently. “For white people it is. But relax. Don’t for an instant think that we do not know what is going on around us. When you are as light as my family is, you get it from both sides. Not white, and not black enough to be authentic. In New Orleans, we were aristocracy. Up North we are just colored folks that look too white.”

“Is that what happened to get you exiled here for the summer?”

“Something like that. Sometimes you get the double whammy.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, but he touched me on the upper arm as I looked up to see a family looking at the shirt counter. “Gotta’ go sell,” I said, grateful at the opportunity to avoid the sudden honesty. “Maybe we can catch a smoke in a while.”

“I’d like that,” he said. Then he smiled and I felt my stomach tighten.

I was glad it was busy. Alexander made his first sale, and I admired the elegance of the way he bagged the shirts, the little flourish as he handed it over as though it were a prize of great price and not just a couple Arrow shirts. The late afternoon traffic stayed pretty brisk and it was coming up on dinner when the Nerd told me he would keep Alexander and show him how to close out, since he came in late and I had opened up. “OK,” I said, though I wouldn’t have minded staying.

The Nerd said he would be writing a new work schedule to accommodate Alexander’s arrival and I said goodnight to the Nerd and told Alexander that I looked forward to working with him.

He extended his hand and I noticed for the first time how slender and graceful his fingers were. I did not clasp his palm in the death grip I usually use. His touch was firm and his flesh supple and warm. I walked out into the still-bright sun and found the car.

The vinyl seats were hotter than shit, and I roared home with the windows down, wishing the little car has air conditioning. I took a swim and found a place in the field out in back of the house to go drink a couple semi-cold Pabst Blue Ribbons. I was daydreaming out there as the shadows grew longer and night fell.

I was day-dreaming about Alexander’s fingers. I wondered if it were true, about the proportional relationship between fingers and cock. And if all the Caucasian blood had any effect on how big it was.

Shoot, I thought. I wonder if I am a fucking homo?

When I lay in my bed later, I got rock hard and images of him flashed through my mind as I grunted and rubbed my throbbing dick. When I came, I thought of him shooting all over me. When I licked it up, I imagined it was his.

Shoot, I am a fucking homo, I thought.

Now what the fuck do I do about that?

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I took my hand from her throat and moved it down her body, pressing into her neck, then her sternum, following the soft line down her belly. My fingers slid between her panties and her skin and I brushed the slightest tuft of hair. That was a concession to me, an act of submission; she knew I preferred some hair even though she thought most men would rather she be bald. I smiled… and reached further down.

She was already swollen for me, her thick wetness soaking the inside of her panties. Perfect, I thought. Her inner lips protruded just a bit, a woman’s cunt, and they separated smoothly when I pushed my finger between them. I slowly coated my fingertip in her juice, though venturing into her panties had almost completed that job already. I moved my finger down, teasing her hole, then traveled up toward her clit, touching her as slowly and lightly as possible. I wanted her, and I wanted to be rough with her, but she needed to wait. That was fair; that was necessary.

I moved my finger back and forth over her clit, dipping just my fingertip into her here and there, with the lightest touch… I teased her until her body responded, her back tightening away from me as I held her hair in my fist, her ass pressing into me, her knees starting to shake, her breaths getting ragged… I brought her close to coming, probably far closer than she had ever been before…

And then I stopped. She needed to wait.

I brought my hand out of her panties and in front of her face, pointing my glistening finger up, and I tightened my grip on her hair. I wanted her to see how her body was responding to me.

“Look, Maryam.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Your body already knows it’s mine. Good girl, Maryam.”

She nodded, the motion of her head constrained by my grip on her hair.

I brought my finger to my lips, still next to her ear. I sucked her taste off my finger, rolling her flavor on my tongue, taking time to release my finger from my mouth. “You taste yakacık escort perfect, virgin,” I whispered into her ear. “I want more.”

I let her hair go and grabbed her slight shoulders, pushing her down, hard, onto her knees, then forward onto her hands. Her breasts pointed down out of her shirt, her jeans slid another inch down her hips as she bent. I bent down and yanked her jeans down around her knees. I felt like I had just unwrapped a gift. The low v-cut of her lace panties accentuated her hips perfectly. Her ass was small, of course, but not the least bit bony, and her crotch was visibly soaked. I growled.

I hunched down behind her and set my fingers at her crotch, massaging her through the thin material. I was immediately between her lips, and she was almost immediately swaying with my rough motions. I leaned over her and set my lip at her earlobe again without stopping the swirls between her legs. “You look amazing, Maryam. Better than I imagined, and I want you even more. Do you like the way my fingers feel on your pussy, Maryam?” She nodded. I moved two fingers slowly and firmly up and down her slit, sliding the material of her panties against her, making her shudder. “Good girl, Maryam. You like that…

“And you are going to fucking love when I eat your cunt. Get up, virgin.”

I grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, facing away from the bed. Her body followed; she was so light I wasn’t sure if I had lifted her entirely myself or whether she stood up. I let go of her hair… and shoved her onto the bed by her shoulders. She tumbled back, her exposed ass landing on the bed a foot away from the edge, her knees still hanging off it. I walked toward her, smirking, unbuttoning a few buttons on my shirt and undoing my belt, throwing it near the bed, bearing down on her like a predator.

I pulled her shoes off, letting them fall to my sides. I grabbed her panties and jeans at her knees, samandıra escort lifting her ass in the air and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, then slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. She was naked from the waist down, her wet cunt glistening between her clenched thighs, her arms still in the mess of her ripped shirt and bra straps, her nipples firm and pointing at me.

In one motion I separated her thighs, got on my knees at the edge of the bed, and pulled her hips to my mouth. My tongue dived into her cunt. Probing her pussy deeply, hungrily consuming her… but mostly paying attention to that poor, ignored little clit of hers. Lashing it, licking underneath it. Flicking it, reaching on top of it with my fingers to press in, to pull her lips up, slowly increasing my pace and pressure on it. “That cunt tastes so good, Maryam. And I know my cock is going to agree.”

I focused my tongue on her clit and soon brought my right arm under her thigh. I dipped one finger into her… slowly… and I felt her carefully-preserved hymen, my prize for waiting all these months. I put another finger into her, putting the slightest pressure on her walls, stretching her just a little bit for me, still licking her clit and tasting her perfect pussy…

I brought my left hand under her thigh and back on top of her, reaching up to put it at her throat, pinning her to the bed as I watched her feel like she never had, hearing her moans find a rhythm, getting louder with each breath. She started to tense up under me, coming close, starting to shake. “That’s right, Maryam. Come for me. I won’t last long in you, not this time, and it will hurt. So come for me now, virgin.”

Her hands went down to my head, grabbing my hair, pulling me into her as my fingers went just a bit deeper, my tongue just a bit faster. I separated from her. “Come for me, virgin,” I growled. “Before I make you mine.”

And… sancaktepe escort she erupted. Shaking, yelping, her back bending violently, pushing her cunt into me, then into the bed, arching and spasming, her eyes clenched, her mouth open… I leaned into her cunt and didn’t stop, listening to her as the release for which she waited so long finally washed over her… she let out a long, loud note as she quaked and held my head to her… And then she gradually released her grip from me.

I separated my head from her and smirked as I watched her spasms diminish. The view up her body was gorgeous, and her shakes accentuated her soft lines, her taut breasts, the firmness of her body.

I rose to my feet, still admiring her, still smirking. I methodically finished unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. She opened her eyes as I stepped out of my shoes, then my pants. She was looking at me, and when she realized what I was doing she craned her neck to see the bulge in my underwear. I pulled them off, my stiff cock bouncing out of them as I stepped free. “Now, Maryam. Finally. You’re mine. Get up.”

I took her hand in mine and pulled her up to her feet. I turned her around by the shoulders, making her face the bed. I removed her ripped shirt, then briefly debated how to remove her bra – rip, unclasp, or up and over? Up and over. Standing behind her, I drifted my fingertips from the base of her neck to her ass, and back up, making her shudder again. I shuddered, too. I grabbed the back of her neck with my right hand and the front of her hip with my left… then I folded her at the hip, forcing her face into the bed.

“I need you, Maryam. I’m not going to go easy on you. If you need to scream, scream into the bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I let go of her neck, leaving just my left hand around her hip, using my right to carefully guide my cock to her, just barely making contact with her lips. Struggling to control myself, I pushed in less than half an inch, just placing the tip of my cock at her entrance firmly enough to stay there. I bent over her. “Are you ready for me, Maryam?” She nodded into the bed; I felt her body tense. I chuckled into her ear… then I straightened my back, putting both my hands on her hips…

“No, Maryam. You’re not ready. But that doesn’t matter to me now.”

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“Andrew, I have a little job for you.”

Fear inspiring words those, especially when coming from your mother.

“Yes?” I said, drawing the word out to let her know I was both reluctant and suspicious.

“Don’t worry,” mother said cheerfully. “It’s right up your alley. It’s about computers.

“Go on,” I said, feeling even more dubious about it.

“Muriel’s daughter, you remember Natalie, such a sweet girl. She’s in college now and doing quite well. Quite a bright young thing. She just needs a minor bit of help about computers. I told Muriel you’d be only too pleased to assist her. You know all about computers and can tell her everything she needs to know.”

“Natalie,” I said thoughtfully. “Ah, the Natalie I remember, while as you say, quite bright in some areas, was what I would call technically challenged. I mean, she needed instructions on how to open a door. Anything more intricate than a door handle was foreign territory to her.”

“That’s a bit unfair,” mother said huffily. “That door handle was a tricky one. Anyway, she has to write an assignment on how computers operate and I promised Muriel you’d help.”

I wanted to ask what was tricky about turning a knob properly but thought it wiser not to. It appeared that I was going to be giving Natalie a hand no matter what I said.

“OK. When can I expect her? How old is she now? Do I prepare material for a middle grade or a senior?”

“Nearly nineteen, now. Um, I’ve arranged for you to drop by Muriel’s place Saturday afternoon about two.”

Why, thank you, mother. I do enjoy my Saturdays being scheduled for me. It’s not as though I would be using them for my own purposes.

So at two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon I was knocking on Muriel’s door so I could advise Natalie about computers.

“If that’s you, Andy, come on in. I’m in the kitchen. If it’s not Andy, go away, I’m busy.”

The voice was softer and a lot more charming than the booming foghorn I’d heard Muriel use so I was guessing that the speaker was Natalie and she was inviting me in. I entered and wander towards the back of the house where I assumed the kitchen was. I stepped into the kitchen and there was Natalie.

There was a clunk as my jaw dropped and hit the floor. Accompanying the clunk was a choking sound and a thump. The choking sound was caused by me swallowing my tongue. The thump was also me, hitting my chest in the hope that I could restart a heart that had just seized up. If you’re thinking I’d just received a shock you’d be right.

Natalie was standing in the middle of the kitchen, facing me, totally and gloriously naked. I mean as bare as a new born babe. She was blonde, which was something I hadn’t remembered about her, and a natural blonde at that. This was demonstrated by the cute little arrow that pointed the way to glory. Full breasted I think is the term to describe women like her. Her breasts stood out proudly. Not an over-abundance but certainly enough for any red-blooded man, and my blood was feeling redder by the second.

“I’m sorry you got dragged out like this, Andy,” Natalie was saying. “It wasn’t my idea, I assure you. My mother and yours got a bee in their respective bonnets just because I was having a few problems with this assignment. Ah, are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” I managed to say. “I was just a bit surprised, is all.”

“Why?” she asked and then must have seen my eyes running over her. She looked down at herself and burst out giggling.

“Oh, how silly of me,” she giggled. “You must think I’m a right idiot. I completely forgot that with mother out of the house I took the chance to go au natural for a while and I completely forgot to get dressed again. It drives her wild when I run around like this.”

“I can’t see why,” I said cautiously. “I think you look marvellous. No need to get dressed on my behalf.”

“Oh, really? Mother always says it would upset anyone who visited. I couldn’t see why, myself.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “Ah, about this assignment. Do you have to write up about the software or the hardware?”

Natalie looked sefaköy escort blank. “Um, it’s about computers,” she said carefully.

Yep. Still technically challenged.

“How about you let me see what the assignment requirements are and then I can explain what I can do to help you meet those requirements?”

“Right,” she said. “Come on through.”

She brushed past me and wandered off down the hall with me following her swishing bottom as though fastened to it by a leash. She turned into her bedroom, of all places, and sat down at a desk, indicating I should sit next to her. She had a laptop there and she turned it on and found the assignment.

As far as I was concerned it was a nothing assignment. I showed Natalie where to look up the information on her own PC, making her take notes so she could find her way back to those places unaided. I helped her identify just what the various components of the computer were and what they did, again making sure she took notes as she went.

By the time I’d finished she both understood the assignment and knew what to put in it. How well she expressed herself was her problem. Actually doing the assignment for her was another thing entirely. Not my job.

If you think the whole thing was easy let me remind you that she was sitting next to me stark staring naked. She’d bounce lightly in her seat and her breasts would bounce along, continuing to bounce after she’d stopped. She’d twist from side to side and her breasts would sway in a similar manner. It was an interesting experience.

“I think you now have enough to finish your assignment. Yes?”

“Yes,” agreed Natalie, sounding very pleased. “Thank you. You’ve made it all a lot simpler.”

“Glad to have helped,” I said, rising to my feet and stretching.

I held out a hand and helped Natalie to her feet. She stood in front of me, at first smiling happily, then looking puzzled.

“Ah, what are you doing?” she asked.

I’d have though it pretty obvious myself. I was holding her breasts, stroking them, getting to know them.

“It’s called petting or foreplay,” I told her. “It’s the sort of thing men do when they’re about to have sex with a woman.”

“Oh,” she said, thinking about it.

“Wait a minute,” she continued after thinking. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me?”

“Not exactly. What I was hinting is that I am going to have sex with you. To be blunt, I’m going to lay you on your bed and fuck you ragged, if you’ll excuse the crudity of the language.”

One of my hands deserted the breast it had been fondling and went downstairs, closing over her pussy and starting a massage.

“H-Hey, just back up a minute there. What on earth makes you think I’m going to let you do any such thing? Are you crazy?”

“Natalie, you’re naked. In your bedroom. With a man. No-one else home. If you add all these things together what do you come up with?”

“Um, you leaving?”

“Not exactly. I was thinking it adds up to you lying on the bed waiting for me to demonstrate my amazing masculinity?”

“You have to have the amazing masculinity before you can show it,” Natalie grumbled. “This is just not on. I don’t do this sort of thing. Not with you, not with anyone.”

“Are you hinting that you may be a virgin?” I asked, curious. “If so, where did you get the nerve to strip off in front of me?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with anyone. I didn’t strip off in front of you. I was already undressed before you came.”

“But why, if you weren’t expecting at least a pass?”

“I’m allowed to be naked if I want to be. I often wander around the house naked.”

“In front of men?”

“Well, no. Mother would go spare if I did that.”

“So would the men, I assure you. So why was I so lucky as to get a perfect full frontal?”

“I forgot you were coming and when you arrived I forgot I wasn’t dressed. When I remembered you said it didn’t matter so I didn’t bother getting dressed again. It’s not fair to blame me now.”

“Who’s blaming?” I asked with a grin. “I’m quite grateful. beykent escort I’m also going to take full advantage of an interesting situation.”

The entire time we were, ah, discussing the situation, I had been stroking and playing with her. My hands had caressed breasts, mound and bottom, feeling her reactions. She was flushed and breathing hard, nipples erect. She hadn’t made any attempt to push my hands away or to step back out of reach. She may have felt she had to express reluctance but she was more than ready for things to progress.

I took a step back and unzipped, bringing my offering out into the light. If we were going to play it seemed only fair that she see what she’d be playing with. She looked down at my erection and blinked, and there was an odd look on her face.

“My god,” she said softly. “You’re serious. You really intend to make love to me.”

What the hell had I just been saying? I’d been playing with her breasts and stroking her lips and she thought I was kidding?

“You don’t seriously mean to tell me that you thought I was just pretending, do you?” I asked her.

“Well, yes,” she admitted. “No-one has ever wanted to make love to me before.”

“Natalie, you’re kidding yourself. Nine out of ten men who see you want to drag you off to bed. The tenth man is either too old or gay. And if they saw you standing in front of them like that the old man would find he’s young enough and the gay man would admit that maybe he should experiment more.”

She looked at me, shaking her head slightly as though trying to deny it, saying, “But,” but not having anything else to say.

“You seem a little surprised over this. Don’t worry. I will demonstrate how serious I am.”

I took hold of her arm and eased her over to and then onto the bed. She could not be that innocent and naïve, I was telling myself, but she still seemed to have doubts.

I persuaded her to lie down properly, slipping a hand between her knees and easing her legs well apart. That done my hands started wandering again. I also kissed her lightly, encouraging her to respond. Once she did I started trailing my lips across her face and down onto her breasts. While I nuzzled her breasts and nibble on tasty pieces my fingers were exploring. My sense of touch confirmed that yes, she was a virgin, and yes, she was warm and wet and ready.

“OK,” I told her. “Just relax and watch. You’ll find you get the idea pretty quickly.” She was certainly going to get my cock pretty quickly.

Kneeling between her thighs I brushed the head of my erection back and forth along her slit. She could feel me rubbing against her lips and her breath was coming quicker. When I stopped brushing and started pressing she actually stopped breathing for a second. Then she started up with a rush.

“Wait a minute,” she said quickly. “You’re not really going to try to put that thing inside me, are you? You are! Oh my goodness I don’t believe this. This has never happened before.”

“Not to you, maybe,” I interrupted, “but I assure you it’s happened to an awful lot of other women. I can also assure you that this won’t be the last time it happens to you.”

She kept on talking while I pushed steadily into her. The only time her voice faltered was when her cherry fell by the wayside, this causing her to gasp, followed immediately by a horrified exclamation that I’d just broken her cherry, something that I already knew.

I didn’t delay with that initial thrust but I didn’t rush it either. I drove home smoothly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of me inside her, accompanied by a running commentary the whole way as she talked herself into believing what was happening. Don’t ask me. I’d have thought having a cock inserted would be self-explanatory, but not according to Natalie. She had to convince herself.

With my cock fully extended, shall we say, my hands sought and found her breasts, closing over them, accepting the lovely treasures gratefully.

“Tell me, Natalie,” I said, “now that we’ve gone this far do you know how to continue?”

“I’m kayaşehir escort not an idiot,” she said hotly. “What makes you think I wouldn’t know?”

“Ah, your incredible naiveté, perhaps?” I suggest, “Well?”

She glared at me for a minute, eyes hot, and then she seemed to relax. Well, as much as she could relax with a man on top of her, and in her, and playing with her breasts.

“Not really,” she admitted. “Theoretical only. Virgin, remember?”

“Ex-virgin,” I murmured, and went on to explain what I’d be doing and what she might like to do in response. No compulsion. Only if she felt it appropriate.

Theory complete I proceeded with the practical application, pulling back a little and pushing back home, just enough of a stroke for her to get a feel for it. After that I built on it, pulling back a little more and encouraging her to meet me when I drove in. She was rather tentative about it at first but she very quickly got into the swing of it.

It wasn’t long and I was pulling almost all the way out and returning with some vigour, Natalie meeting me and showing just as much vim and verve as she pushed up against me. I was having a fine time and from the way Natalie was carrying on she wasn’t doing too badly either. I made a note that if I was ever in a position to play with Natalie in the future I’d bring a gag with me.

She talked. She described what I was doing and how it felt. She told me what she was doing, as if I didn’t know, being on the receiving end. She talked about what we were doing, wondered why I had the nerve to do this to her, wondered why she had never done it before, and wondered if I was going to do it again sometime.

It wasn’t until I picked up a little extra speed that her voice finally died away, the effort of keeping up with me leaving her with insufficient breath to talk. That didn’t mean she was silent. She gave a lusty little cry every time I drove home, interspersed with cries of yes, ah, more.

The way Natalie was acting I didn’t worry about whether she was going to climax or not. The only question was when. I was hot to trot and felt I could keep going for a while. She, on the other hand, was ripe to explode, and I figured it could happen at any moment.

I wasn’t wrong there. One thrust too many and she went up in flames. Very noisy flames, too, as she was shrieking like crazy as her orgasm burned through her. I simply slowed a little while she went through it, waiting for her to finish. As soon as she started to calm down I resumed my fun and games, driving in hard and fast.

Natalie was all confused by the fact that I was still going. Trusting in the fact that if a woman has multiple orgasms then the second is normally better than the first I told her not to worry. That sort of thing was normal and just the appetizer and she had to keep bouncing.

She looked rather startled at that but was very quickly back with the action, giving her best as I kept my rhythm going nice and fast. This time when it looked as though she was almost ready I was perfectly ready to let rip. I really started pounding into her, almost bouncing her clear off the bed I was coming in so hard. She only needed a little of this and she climaxed again, with the same godawful scream, while I let go with just a humble groan of relief.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes, getting ourselves together again. Then I was up and zipping up, suggesting she might like a quick shower. I lingered for a short while, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, wanting to make sure she was OK and not having guilty thoughts now that it was over.

Fat chance of that. She came bouncing out of the bathroom, all bright and glowing and naked. Not even a towel. I’d have dragged her straight back to the bedroom but wasn’t sure if I’d be able to manage. Reluctantly I allowed her to escort me to the front door. I gave her a quick kiss and departed.

I was halfway down her path when a delivery truck pulled up and this guy gets out. He grabs this parcel and offered it to me for a signature. I shook my head and told him I was just a visitor so he barrelled on past and rang the doorbell. I waited, curious.

The door opened and the delivery guy spoke.

“Afternoon,” he said, “I – Holy shit, I, ah, that is, signature.”

A few seconds later he came tottering past, looking stunned. I will guarantee that any deliveries to Natalie’s place, that guy will insist on delivering them.

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Leeann was a beautiful brunette. She stood about 5’5″ with baby blue eyes and cute freckles. She had beautiful curves from her big breasts all the way down to her plump ass and thighs. She had just turned 18 and took on a job babysitting for a single father. The single father, Michael was a very handsome man for his age. He was in his mid-fifties and balding slightly. He had light brown hair and green eyes. He was about 5’11” and average build.

Leeann had a beautiful smile that attracted Michael from the git-go. He thought she was incredibly sexy. He had to contain his desires on a daily basis as he knew any sexual contact with her would probably result in the loss of a good babysitter.

One late night Michael came home as Leeann was sitting on the couch. She had on a tight tshirt and tight sweat pants. She stood up immediately to greet him.

“Hey! How was work?” she asked.

“Ha, long and tiring as usual. How’d things go tonight?” he said.

“Oh everything went well, as usual!” she replied.

After a short time Michael could feel his cock beginning to get hard. He casually sat down to hide it. He knew it was wrong but he began to think of a way that he could get Leeann alone some time. He instantly created a plan.

“Are you free this Wednesday? I have to cover someone’s hours at work and I don’t have anyone to watch Johnathan.” said Michael.

“Uhm, sure. What time would you need me here?” Leeann asked.

“Noon.” he replied.

Leeann agreed and went on her way home. Over the next few nights Michael was alone with his thoughts and planning out exactly what would happen. The truth was that Johnathan was going to be sent to his mother’s for a few days and Michael would be alone. But not for long.

Wednesday came around and Michael awoke and got himself ready by showering, shaving and putting on some cologne. He shaved his cock and balls and made sure that everything was in order. He was praying that he’d be blessed with invading Leeann’s tight cunt.

Before he knew it, it was noon. Michael heard a quiet knock on the door and he rushed to answer it.

“Hello!” he said with a big smile.

“Hey Mike! What’s up? How’s Johnny doing?” Leeann asked.

“Uh, well…turns out, Johnathan left for his Mom’s this morning. I completely forgot that it was her day to have him!” he blushed.

“Oh. Well that’s okay.” Leeann said awkwardly as she put her hand on the door.

Michael knew he was about to lose his chance. He put his hand on her shoulder,

“Hey, if you wanted, I’m not doing anything. Would you want to stay for a little bit and watch this new movie that I just bought.” he asked, hoping that she’d say yes.

Reluctantly, Leeann agreed to stay.

“Sure, what movie?” she asked.

“I can’t remember the title.” he said as he merter escort strolled into the living room.

She took a seat on the couch in her gym shorts and cute t-shirt. He could feel his bulge rub against his boxers inside his jeans that suddenly felt so tight. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and motioned toward her to see if she’d like one. She shook her head no and giggled. He entered the living room and sat on the couch next to her. He was so nervous and wasn’t sure how he’d make a move. Her phone vibrated. She had a text. As she closed her phone Michael noticed a photo of Leeann and a boy as her background.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Michael asked curiously.

“Oh, no. Haha, that’s my cousin.” she laughed.

“Oh, I’m surprised.” he said.

“Why’s that?” she began to get nervous.

“Well, you’re a pretty girl, I’m just surprised that you’re not with anyone.” he said kindly.

“Oh, nope. There’s never been anyone worth my time.” she said confidently.

He suddenly asked himself if she were a virgin. He almost had to know.

“So..you’ve never even had sex?” he asked. He knew he was crossing the line.

“…no…” she laughed uncomfortably.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” he replied.

“It’s okay. No big deal.” she smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin or anything, it just sucks being the only one of my friends that is.” she said.

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.” he said as he locked eyes with her. He placed his hand on her knee. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. And guys your age don’t know anything about women and how to treat them anyway!” he said, his bulge growing by the moment.

She noticed his member bulging at the zipper of his jeans. She giggled.

“I take it that you know how to treat a woman then?” she asked.

She suddenly felt a little bit anxious and kindof wondered what it’d be like to have a sexual relationship with an older man. Michael couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to move his hand up Leeann’s thigh.

“In fact, I do know how to treat a woman.” he said as he smiled and leaned in to kiss her neck.

Leeann smiled.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” she suddenly pulled away.

“Oh..I’m sorry. I…I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable…I..I just..I think you’re beautiful…And I can’t help it. I just wanted to…” he stuttered.

Leeann cut him off “you just wanted to what? fuck me?” she asked.

“Oh..oh no. I wouldn’t say that…I’ve just wanted to explore you. And have you explore me. Make love I guess..” he was so nervous.

Leeann cracked a half-smile and leaned back toward him. Michael smiled back and began to kiss her neck again as he slowly moved his hand up her thigh. Leeann could bağcılar escort feel her nipples getting hard and a strange sensation going from her stomach all the way down to her tight virgin cunt. Michael began to lift Leeann’s shirt with his other hand and slowly, he exposed her 32D breasts. He pinched one of her nipples as she let out a quiet moan. Michael smiled devilishly.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked.

“Mhm.” she quietly moaned.

Michael’s hand was now directly over Leeann’s mound. He began to move his hand up and down along her slit. He could feel her warmth and slight wetness through her shorts. She groaned in pleasure. He was rock hard now. His pants were suffocating his member. Michael stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Leeann’s eyes grew wide.

“Don’t worry.” Michael said reassuringly, “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, I’m just giving it some air.” he smiled.

Suddenly Leeann felt more comfortable and took off her shirt and bra the rest of the way. Michael grinned as he leaned down to suck on Leeann’s nipples as he stood in his boxers, his member protruding. She groaned and moaned as he went back and forth between breasts while using his thumb to massage her throbbing clit through her shorts. she was moaning and groaning and grinding her cunt into his hand. Michael knew she was really liking everything. He knelt down as he slowly began to remove her shorts. To his surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties! Michael gasped and smiled at Leeann. He pulled her shorts down farther to reveal a shaved cunt.

“Oh wow!” he said, “you shave!?”

“Yes.” she giggled.

Michael was so surprised. He could feel his cock throbbing. He wanted so badly for Leeann to voluntarily take his cock into her hot, wet mouth. But instead, he decided to take her juicy cunt into his mouth. He moved in slowly, inhaling her sweet scent. He was groaning in anticipation. He slowly inserted one finger into her tight hole. She groaned loudly and ground her hips into him. He grinned as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her virgin cunt. He picked up speed and twisted his finger around before suddenly adding another. She groaned again, this time wincing a little bit.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Mmm, yeah.” she panted.

He knew she wanted more, and he knew he needed to taste her sweet juices. He moved in closer and slowly extended his tongue and slowly slid it across her clit. Leeann let out a loud moan. Michael couldn’t resist. He began flicking his tongue up and down against her clit. She writhed and bucked like mad as he held her legs over his shoulders and buried his face into her cunt. She was moaning and screaming begging him to stop as he relentlessly ate her pussy until she came. He licked halkalı escort up all of her juices and stared up at her. After licking her cunt clean, he slowly kissed from her cunt up to her breasts, to her lips. He passionately kissed her as his cock was bulging into Leeann’s warm and tired cunt. He didn’t want to ask for favors, but he wanted so badly for her to suck his cock. He rolled off of her and sat, lets spread on the couch. He began to rub his cock through his boxers groaning slightly. Leeann’s curiosity led her over to him. She sat there naked and stared at his member. She casually looked up at Michael and he assured her with a silent nod. She began to slowly remove his boxers to expose his 7 inch cock.

“Wow.” she gasped “that’s huge”

Michael just snickered as he guided her hand around his throbbing cock. The touch of her skin against him made him groan. He began guiding her hand up and down his member. Soon, he let go and let her do the rubbing. Her hands were silky smooth and her grip was perfect. She changed speed and could occasionally run her thumb over the tip of his cock. She watched pre-cum seeping out of the tip and suddenly, she yearned for a taste.

“Can I?” she asked as she looked from Michael’s eyes to his cock.

“Of course.” Michael replied, not trying to sound too anxious.

Leeann moved onto the floor and knelt between Michael’s legs. With one hand holding onto his cock, she slowly kissed the tip. The sensation sent shivers down Michael’s spine. He moaned in pleasure. Leeann stuck out her tongue and began to lick slowly from the base to the tip, and slowly flicking her tongue on his tip much like he did to her clit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his load much longer. Leeann opened her mouth and slowly took his cock. Inch by inch Leeann consumed his big cock. She couldn’t take it all. But that was fine. She sucked and licked like a pro. Michael couldn’t believe how talented she was with her mouth and hands.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Michael panted.

“Nope. I swear.” Leeann giggled as she went back to his cock.

It didn’t take long before Michael knew he was going to blow.

“I’m going to cum any second now.” Michael groaned.

“Should I take it in my mouth?” Leeann asked curiously.

“If you want, yes..” Michael grunted.

Leeann curiously placed her mouth around Michael’s cock again and began to suck and bob her head up and down along his shaft. Within moments he unleashed his load into her hot, wet mouth. Leeann winced a little at the taste but swallowed his entire load. Michael was baffled at how amazing she was at giving a blowjob. For her first one especially.

After Michael had finished and put back on his clothing. Leeann got herself ready and was curious as to what was going to happen now that she and Michael had done something sexual together.

“So…what happens now?” Leeann asked.

“If you’re not busy, you can come over tomorrow.” Michael replied with a big grin.

Leeann smiled and nodded and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.

“Same time tomorrow!” he said.

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