A Night Out to Remember

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I was looking across at her. I knew she was giving me that look. Me and my parents and younger sister were in Spain to celebrate my eighteenth. We’d been invited out tonight by the couple just down the corridor in our block of apartment. Etta and Simon Brody were there names. Etta was dressed in a smart lime green dress which clung to her figure. She must have been in her late thirties but it didn’t show.

“Anyway, me and Simon love it here in Spain. It’s just fantastic. Sun, sea and….,” Etta giggled.

“Hey less of that – there’s kids round,” Simon mockingly admonished her.

I got up to go to the toilet, over at the other side of the bar. I got distracted by one of the locals for a few minutes on the way. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was “English”.. Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt a hand reach round my front from behind kartal escort to take hold of it.

“Guess who?”

I was already growing increasingly hard against the mystery girls hand. I turned round. Standing there was Etta.

“E-Etta…er…what….what are you after?”

She didn’t even answer, pushing me down onto the toilet seat, while searching the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I pushed her short dress up to her wais and was surprised to find that she was wearing no underwear. She moved slowly, spreading her thighs wide and sliding herself down, so that my rock hard cock slid fully up her.

“Oh fuck….,” I groaned, trying to keep my noises to a minimum in case anyone walked in.

Etta’s face was twisted in a fierce grimace as she vigorously drove herself up and down in my lap. I brushed aside her long, brown hair to kiss her neck as she leaned into my shoulder.

“W-Why did you surprise me like that?”

“I’ve been gagging for a fuck since we got off kartal escort bayan the plane,” Etta gasped as she continued to grind her hips against me.

“Aaargh!” she cried out as, at the same time I felt a flood of wetness soaking my balls.

She leaned into me for a few seconds, resting her head on my shoulder, breathing deeply.

“Did you cum?” she whispered

“No…no..not yet.”

She slowly stood up on unsteady legs and I stood up with her. Then she knelt in front of me, unfastening the waistband of my trousers, and pulling them down together with my boxers.

She held my erection in her fist and leaned her head towards it. I’d never even had this before. I felt her soft lips wrapping round my shaft, the moistness of her tongue flicking it while it was held in her mouth.

She reached behind me with one hand and pushed firmly, which I took as a sign of encouragement to start thrusting my hips. Within seconds I was vigorously face fucking her, holding my hand escort kartal round the back of her head and shoving my hips forward at the same time as pushing her towards me. Her eyes were watering as I pushed my cock fully down her throat, until my balls were pressed against her lips with each thrust.

“Ah…..ah….AAAARGH!”

I screwed my face up as what had started as a numb tingling in my balls, rippled through my shaft and culminated in a spasmodic shuddering of my hips as I felt myself squirting inside her mouth. She gagged several times, releasing dribbles of my cum down the front of her dress. Then I felt the pounding in my swollen prick subside.

She stood up, her chin glistening with the shinyness of my spunk running down it.

“We….we’d better get cleaned up before going back out there,” I moaned.

Etta smiled, ripping a couple of squares of toilet paper from the dispenser next to me and wiping her mouth while I pulled my rousers back up and fastened the buttons.

We walked out of the cubicle, me a small distance behind Etta, in order to avoid arousing any suspicions. When I reached the table and sat down, I could just hear Simon asking her,

“Say babe what’s that mark on your front? Looks like soap or something.”

I smiled inwardly.

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A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 10

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“A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 10” is a continuation of “A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure” Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9. If you have not yet read those stories, I advise doing so before you start to read this story. This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events are unintentional and entirely coincidental. The acts that are described in this poem may or may not be legal and should not be attempted in real life without the proper consent and proper legal consultation or awareness of local/state laws regarding sexual relations.

*****

It was 10 P.M. on a warm Friday evening when I returned to the house that Becca and I shared.

“Hi, sweetie,” Becca said, as I opened the front door and stepped into the house. “How did your day go?”

“Pretty good,” I replied, as I set two large brown bags down on the floor. “Work was uneventful for the most part, and, for my line of work, uneventful is always a good thing.”

“Good to hear,” she replied. “That means I can make your day even better.”

At that moment, Becca walked over to me. She wrapped her hands around my neck, pushed her tongue into my mouth, and began to make out with me.

I lowered my hands and grabbed Becca’s ass as we made out. Our hearts beat rapidly as we made out with each other.

Eventually, our lips and tongues separated.

“So what have you been up to today?” Becca asked me.

“Just did some shopping,” I said, as I pointed to the bags at my feet. “Mostly groceries. However, I did get some other stuff.”

“Any details?” Becca wondered. “Or do you have a surprise planned for me?”

“As a matter of fact, I do want…”

Suddenly, the lights went off. I squinted as I struggled to see in front of me. There was no light in the room whatsoever.

“Wasn’t me,” Becca said.

I flipped the light switch that was beside me a few times, but the room remained dark. Instinctively, I turned around, opened the front door, and peered outside. I immediately noticed that all the streetlights had gone out.

“What’s going on?” Becca asked me.

“It’s a power outage,” I answered.

“That’s odd,” she remarked. “No storm, no bad weather, nothing that would warrant a blackout.”

“Hold on, I’ll see if I can call someone,” I told her. “Find out more about what’s going on out there.”

Becca and I eventually learned that the blackout hit half of the country. An accident at a construction site resulted in a massive loss of power throughout several states. We didn’t know how long the power would be out, but multiple reports and various estimates showed that the power wouldn’t be up and working again until sunrise.

“I have an idea,” Becca said, as soon as I let her know the news.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Give me five minutes,” Becca instructed, as she headed upstairs. “Then I’ll show you what I have planned.”

I was in the living room when I heard Becca make her way back downstairs. It took her five minutes to get ready so I knew she had something important planned.

I removed a small box from my right jeans pocket and placed it behind a computer before I arrived at the stairs to meet my girlfriend.

As Becca walked down the stairs, I noticed that she had a flashlight in her right hand. I could also see that she had changed clothes. However, she was wearing a brown trenchcoat to hide whatever she wearing now.

Becca pointed the flashlight at the front door. I stared at the small beam of light that came from the flashlight in my girlfriend’s hand.

“You ready to go?” Becca asked me.

“Hold on, we’re going out?” I questioned.

“Yep,” she replied. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Trust me.”

Becca opened the front door and walked towards her car. I followed her out of the house, making sure to lock the door behind us.

I climbed into the passenger side of Becca’s car, closed the door, and buckled my seatbelt. Becca sat down in the driver’s seat a few seconds later.

“Here we go,” Becca said, as she tossed the flashlight into the backseat.

Then Becca started the car, put into reverse, backed out of the driveway, and headed to the mystery location.

I leaned back in my seat as Becca drove us to the mystery location.

Surprisingly, there were no other vehicles on the road. The only light came from the headlights of Becca’s vehicle.

“We’re nearly there,” Becca announced.

After a minute passed, Becca made a right turn and drove into what looked like a parking lot. I could only see a few feet ahead of us so I had no idea where my girlfriend had driven us.

Eventually, Becca found a parking spot and parked the vehicle. I had to squint for a couple seconds to see where we were, but I eventually realized where Becca had driven us.

We were at Rasington University.

“Rasington?” I asked. “Why… why are we here, Becca?”

“With the blackout going on right now, we can get sneak onto the football field without getting beylikdüzü escort spotted,” Becca said, excitedly.

“This is a crazy idea, you know that, right?” I asked her.

“Hey, life is short,” Becca responded. “If you’re not doing something crazy every once in a while, life just isn’t as fun.”

Realizing that I wasn’t going to do anything to sway Becca’s opinion or change her current line of thinking, I decided to go along with her plan for the night.

“Fair point,” I said.

“Alright, then let’s go,” Becca told me.

Becca and I climbed out of the car and headed towards the football field. We walked quickly to the gates that led to the football field. I surveyed the area to make sure that nobody was around and to make certain that nobody could see us.

I tried to open the gates, but they were locked.

“It’s locked,” I told Becca. “We’re not…”

“I know,” Becca said. “This isn’t the first time that I’ve been on the campus grounds when I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

Becca walked over to a wall that was near the gates. The wall was about twelve feet tall.

“Come on,” she said. “If you give me a boost up, I can climb on top of the wall and help you climb up and over the wall as well.”

“You’re sure there isn’t any type of security here?” I asked her.

“Any and all security on this campus requires power, and the power is out,” she answered. “Trust me. We’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I said, as I walked over to the wall.

I kneeled down and stretched out my hands as I prepared for Becca to go up. She stepped onto my hands and waited for me to boost her up.

“Okay… now!” Becca yelled.

I promptly gave Becca a boost up. She jumped, grabbed onto the wall, and slowly pulled herself up.

Once Becca was on the wall, she slowly spun around until she was facing me.

“Okay… jump!” she called.

Without hesitation, I jumped up. Becca grabbed my hands on my first attempt. She was much stronger than she looked. She grabbed onto my arms and pulled me up. I took several deep breaths as I joined Becca on the campus wall.

After a few seconds passed, Becca and I jumped down and landed on the other side of the wall. Then we walked over to the football field.

“This sure brings back some good memories,” Becca said, as we looked at the football field, the stands, and anything else that we remembered fondly during our time at Rasington University.

“Same,” I remarked. “So… why have we come out here?”

“Really?” Becca replied. “Coming back to the place where we technically first met? Where you were first aroused by me? Those things didn’t clue you in?”

“You know that I’m awful at guessing games, Becca,” I said.

“I know, I’m just teasing you,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you why we’re here. Perhaps this will answer your questions.”

At that moment, Becca turned around. I watched as she removed the trenchcoat from her body. She tossed the trenchcoat onto the sidelines before she spun around and showed me what she had on. I gasped. Becca was wearing the cheerleader uniform that I first saw her in when she was a Rasington cheerleader.

“Goddamn, you still look sexy in that thing,” I remarked.

“I’ve been itching to have some fun for a while,” Becca told me. “And what better place to have fun than the first place where you got to see this naughty cheerleader?”

“Wait, you really want to have sex out here?” I questioned. “Look, I know we’ve done some risky things, but on a school’s football field where…”

“The power is out, and there isn’t any security around,” Becca told me. “Trust me. We’ll be able to have plenty of fun without having to worry about getting caught.”

I watched as Becca turned her head and stared at the endzone that was closer to the spot where I would film her and the other cheerleaders.

“I still remember when you filmed me down on this field,” Becca said, as she walked over to that endzone. “Getting as many dirty shots as you possibly could for your private collection. Dirty shots… like this one.”

Becca smiled as she raised her right leg up. Her miniskirt went right up as she showed me the light blue cheerleader briefs that were underneath them. She held her right leg up in the air as she teased me.

“And I know you were watching me when I did stunts like this,” Becca continued, as she brought her right leg back down to the ground.

At that moment, Becca got on her hands and performed a handstand for me. I smiled as I stared at her long legs and big ass.

After a few seconds, Becca got back on her feet. Then she performed a bunch of flips for me. My cock jumped up as I stared at her crotch and ass.

“And I know you remember this,” Becca said, as soon as she stopped flipping and returned to standing in front of me.

At that moment, Becca spun around and bent over. Her miniskirt flew up as she showed me her ass. She giggled as she shook her big ass at me. Her panties were so small that I could see most beylikdüzü escort bayan of her ass.

Instinctively, I pulled Becca’s briefs down and spanked her right cheek. Becca squealed as she felt me spank her ass.

“That’s what I always wanted to do when I filmed you up in those stands,” I confessed.

“Well, here’s what I wanted to do when I noticed you filming me and my friends,” Becca replied, as she spun around and readjusted her briefs.

Suddenly, she grabbed my pants and pulled them down. She could see my fully erect cock through my dark blue boxers.

I watched as Becca pulled my boxers down and freed my cock. She got down on her knees as she lowered my boxers and pants down to my feet. Then she wrapped her hands around my cock and began to masturbate me.

I moaned as Becca stroked my cock with her hands. She gripped the base with her right hand while she moved her left hand up and down my cock.

Normally, Becca would start out slow and gradually pick up the pace. However, she was eager to push me to the brink of orgasm immediately tonight.

Becca breathed heavily as she pumped my cock with ferocity. I cried out as she masturbated me with as much intensity as she could muster.

I cried out as I felt the semen shoot up, but Becca removed her hands from my cock right before I could climax.

I gasped as a few drops of pre-cum began to leak out of my aroused cock. Becca promptly stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum right off of my pink flesh.

“Damn, you still got it,” I said, as I kicked my boxers and pants off my feet. Then I took my shoes and socks off. “Now it’s my turn.”

I picked Becca up, steadied myself, and tossed her into the endzone. She giggled as she lay in the grass.

Within seconds, I had pulled my sweatshirt and shirt off and tossed them onto the grass. Then I kneeled down, grabbed Becca’s legs, and spread them apart. Her miniskirt flew up as soon as I spread her legs. I stared longingly at the cheerleader panties that had caught my attention when I first became attracted to Becca.

I grunted as I reached up and pulled the cheerleader panties down and right off of Becca’s legs. I placed the crotch of her briefs up against my cock, rubbing my head inside of the panties for a couple seconds.

Then I tossed the panties aside and lowered my head down to Becca’s crotch. I pressed my mouth up against my girlfriend’s shaven pussy and began to eat her out.

Becca moaned as I pressed my lips and tongue onto her delicious snatch. My girlfriend’s pink flesh remained extremely sensitive, and it made me even more excited to kiss it and pleasure her.

Eager to increase the intensity, I pressed my right thumb down onto her clit.

“Oh, God!” Becca cried out, as I rubbed my thumb over her clit.

Instinctively, I spat into Becca’s pussy. I wanted to make her pussy as wet as I possibly could. Then I returned to kissing her sweet pink lips.

I pressed my tongue in between the walls of Becca’s pussy. The volume of her moans began to rise as I licked the inside of her delicious snatch.

I grabbed Becca’s pussy lips with my teeth and began to shake them around. She moaned as I played with them. I could feel her pussy become gradually moister as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth.

Becca screamed as I pushed her over the edge. I groaned as she squirted right onto my face. She gasped several times as she reacted to the powerful orgasm.

As soon as she finished cumming, I pulled my head up and began to clean myself off. Becca giggled as she watched me flick my tongue around and lick her cum right off my face.

“Alright, now let’s get that sticky stuff off of you,” I said.

I grabbed Becca’s top and pulled it up and right off of her body. My girlfriend played with her boobs as I took her cheerleader shell from her. Her nipples were already perky and erect.

Then I began to rub the cheerleader top up against my horny girlfriend’s wet pussy and clean her off. Becca moaned as I rubbed her top up against her sensitive clit.

“God, I remember when I first saw this top and the tits that they covered,” I said, as soon as I finished playing with her pussy. “Whenever I fantasized about you, I always imagined myself putting my cock in between those perfect tits.”

“Is that so?” Becca remarked. “Well, let’s see if I can reenact that fantasy on the field.”

At that moment, Becca placed my cock in between her boobs and began to shake them around. I moaned as Becca used her tits to play with my cock.

I grabbed my girlfriend’s hair and pulled on it as she used her rack to stimulate my aroused cock.

Overtime, Becca began to move faster, swaying back and forth as she rolled her flawless boobs over my cock. I loved cumming all over Becca’s tits and seeing her reaction, but I wasn’t ready to cum just yet.

“Alright, that’s enough,” I said, prompting Becca to release my cock. I gasped a few times as I reacted to the pleasure that Becca had given escort beylik düzü me.

Becca fell back and lay in the endzone. She remained on her back as she waited for me to insert my cock inside of her.

I rubbed my cock up against Becca’s wet pussy. The cum on her pussy immediately clung to the skin of my cock. Then I entered her.

Becca moaned as I moved my cock in and out of her wet pussy. She grabbed her boobs and played with them as I thrust myself inside of her.

I grunted as I picked up the pace and increased the depth of my thrusts. Becca screamed as I hit her G-spot during one of my thrusts.

“Oh, God!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck! Oh!”

Suddenly, she grabbed my shoulders.

“Oh, God, I got to taste that cock!” Becca shouted. “Let me taste it!”

At that moment, I removed my cock from Becca’s body. I crawled across the grass until my crotch was near my girlfriend’s head. Then I pressed my cock up against Becca’s mouth. She opened it and allowed my cock to enter her.

I moaned as Becca closed her mouth and began to suck on my wet cock. She stroked the shaft with her right hand as she stimulated me with her mouth. Her wet tongue rolled over my aroused pink flesh.

I watched Becca finger herself as she gave me a blowjob. My breathing and heart rate increased as I watched her push three fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

Knowing that I enjoyed her fingering, Becca picked up the pace of her cock stroking as it rolled around inside of her mouth.

“Hey, I got an idea!” I shouted.

Within an instant, Becca opened her mouth and released my cock.

“What is it?” she asked me.

At that moment, I got to my feet and climbed up onto the goal post. I motioned for Becca to join me on the goal post.

“Damn, you are really fucking horny,” Becca remarked, as she realized what I wanted to do next.

I grabbed Becca’s hands and helped her climb up onto the goal post. I slapped her ass as she joined me there.

I watched as Becca lowered herself down onto my crotch. I gasped as I felt my cock go back inside her wet pussy.

Becca began to bounce up and down as I fucked her on the goal post. I moaned loudly as she rode my cock.

Suddenly, I began to kiss Becca’s neck. She cried out as I pressed my lips against her soft and sensitive skin.

As Becca rode my cock, I grabbed her boobs and began to play with her erect nipples. She let out several audible cries as I aroused her with my hands and lips.

A couple seconds later, Becca decided that she was ready for another position. She motioned for me to stay still, and I complied.

I grunted as Becca gradually slowed her bouncing. Then she climbed off of my cock and hopped off the goal post. I promptly jumped off the goal post and landed on the grass beside her.

“Hey, get on my face!” I instructed. “I want to taste you again!”

I got down on my back. Becca hiked her miniskirt up before she lowered herself down onto my face. She shook her ass as she pressed her pussy up against my mouth.

Becca moaned as I began to plant soft kisses onto her pink lips. Then I stuck my tongue out and began to rub it over her pussy.

In response, Becca grabbed my cock and began to stroke it with both hands. Then she pushed it into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Becca and I breathed heavily as we licked and kissed the most sensitive areas on our bodies.

Eager to make Becca cum again, I stretched her pussy apart with my fingers. Then I rotated my tongue around inside of her.

Becca screamed as I brought her to orgasm again. The warm liquid gushed out of her pussy and down onto her face.

As soon as she came, Becca rolled off of my body. She lay in the grass, shivering as she reacted to the intense orgasm.

“We’re nearly there,” I gasped. “Now it’s time for the best part.”

Becca smiled as she got down on her knees and waited for me to enter her again.

I flipped Becca’s miniskirt up and stared at her ass. Then I pushed my cock into her and began to fuck her doggystyle.

Becca screamed as I rubbed my cock up against the walls of her tight pussy. Her tits bounced up and down as I pounded her. I spanked Becca’s ass with both hands as I fucked her wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Becca screamed. “Fuck, I love being your naughty cheerleader!”

Those words did just enough to push me over the edge. I gasped as I felt a strong surge from within me. The climax had arrived.

I screamed as I orgasmed. Becca let out several loud cries as I filled her up. I kept my cock inside of her as I felt multiple streams of cum enter her wet pussy.

As soon as I finished cumming, I pulled out of Becca. I watched my cum pour out of her pussy as I withdrew my cock.

“God, you give me the best creampies,” Becca remarked, as she began to eat my cum right out of her snatch.

“Well, here’s a little extra for you,” I said, as I rubbed my cock against her ass. A couple drops of cum leaked out and onto her big ass.

“Always appreciated,” Becca responded.

After Becca finished enjoying her creampie, I wrapped my arms around her body and began to cuddle with her. We lay in the endzone, cuddling with each other, as our bodies began to recover from the intense sex that we just had.

“You know, it really is amazing,” Becca remarked.

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Rick couldn’t wait to get home. It had been a long week on the road for meetings. The meetings had gone well, but the week had required a lot of windshield time. Rick was tired and ready to crash on the couch with a beer. Only a couple hours to go. He readjusted his 6 foot frame in the driver’s seat. He kept in pretty good shape, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, but a week in the car had put a hurting on his 29 year old back. And it was raining. That always added to the stress.

Rick had slowed due to the rain, choosing safety over getting home fast. As he cruised down the lonely highway, he noticed a car on the shoulder with the hazzards on. As he eased past the car, he noticed it was empty. But just a little ways up, through the rain, he noticed a figure walking on the side of the road. “Man, that would suck to break down in this weather,” Rick thought. The figure on the side of the road continued to come into view, and as it did, Rick realized it was a female figure – and not a bad one at that. She was walking in short heels, with jean shorts and what appeared to be a pink tank-top. The jean shorts were short, and showed off a nice set of pale white legs.

Without really thinking about what he was doing, Rick began to slow the car. As he passed the woman walking on the side of the road, he noticed a nice figure, in shape with large breasts swaying in the tank-top with each step. Rick pulled over and came to a stop a few yards in front of where she was walking. As she approached the car, he rolled down the passenger side window a bit. “Can I offer a little help?” Rick asked. The woman leaned down – she had a pretty face, her straight, shoulder-length brown hair plastered to her head by the rain. But Rick wasn’t paying much attention to her hair. As she leaned down, he was staring straight at a deep cleavage between two full, creamy-white breasts.

“My car broke down. I’m just walking up to the next exit,” she said.

“The next exit is 2 miles up. That’s quite a walk in this rain. Let me give you a ride,” Rick said.

“I don’t know,” she said, biting her lower lip. Rick noticed she had a set of full thick lips.

“Look, I know safety first. I feel a little nervous pulling over for you myself. But I’m a straight-up guy. It’s pouring out. Let me just give you a lift.,” Rick said.

She thought for another moment, and then opened the passenger door and slipped into the passenger seat. She crossed her smooth, creamy legs and crossed her arms under her full breasts, hugging her soaked frame.

“I’m Rick,” he said, reaching out his hand.

She shook his hand in her soft, small hand. “Lucia.” She said, managing a sweet smile. “And thanks for the lift.”

“No problem,” he said. They pulled back onto the highway in silence. Rick noticed that Lucia was shivering next to him, and turned the heat up. He also noticed a pair of pert nipples straining against her tight pink tank-top.

They got up to the exit, and Rick pulled off. There was only one gas station, and Rick pulled in. “I’ll wait here for you just in case,” Rick said.

Lucia looked over at him. “Thanks, Rick.” She bostancı escort got out and ran into the station. Rick watched her ass sway back and forth with each step. It had been a while since Rick had gotten any action, and a growing feeling was developing in his groin.

A few minutes later, Lucia came back out, looking upset. She got back in the car, near tears. “The garage is closed for the night. Won’t be open until the morning, and the clerk said that there isn’t another service station for another 40 miles. I’m stuck.”

Rick didn’t know what to do. He exhaled and looked across the street. There was a Courtyard over there. “Hey, how about this. Let’s get you a room over there, and then you can get the station to help you out in the morning.”

Lucia shook her head. “I can’t,” she said. ” I can’t afford that. I’m just 24 and don’t have a job.” She stared out the window, shaking her head at her luck.

“I’ll take care of it. We need to get you out of this rain so you can dry out. I can’t just leave you sitting here the rest of the night.”

“No. I can’t have you do that. I’ll figure something out,” she said.

“Come on. Don’t be stubborn. We’ll figure this out,” Rick said, putting the car in gear and heading across the street. He pulled up to the front entrance, told Lucia he’d be right back and went in and got a room. He came out and pulled around to the side of the hotel. “Come on, let’s get you where it’s warm,” he said. Lucia followed him in. Rick had no idea what he was doing, but he figured he would just roll with things and see where they ended up. They got to the room and went in. Rick went over to the thermostat and turned up the heat.

“Listen, why don’t you take a warm shower, and I’ll go out and grab us some beer and we can maybe order some food or something.”

“OK. Listen, Rick. Thanks.” Lucia said, looking at him with big, brown eyes.

“No problem,” Rick said, and headed out the door.

Rick got back to the room just as he heard the shower shut off. The bathroom door was not fully closed, and Rick could see the shower curtain peel back as Lucia stepped out of the shower. Holy shit, he thought to himself. Lucia stepped out of the shower, and Rick got a full glimpse of her naked figure. Her tits seemed even bigger than they did stuffed in her tank-top. They were full, natural, and large, with stiff pink nipples sitting on their perky form. Her body was creamy white, with a smooth shaved pussy between her legs.

Rick sat down in the chair and popped open a beer, enjoying the view. He could feel his cock growing in his jeans. Lucia dried off, wrapped her towel around her full breasts, and came out of the bathroom. Rick stood up and brought her a beer. He was a good bit taller than her, figuring she was around 5’4″ without the heels. He looked down at her with a smile.

“Thanks, Rick.” She said with a smile.

“No problem,” he said.

“I’m a little embarrassed. All I’ve got is this towel to wear until my clothes dry,” she said.

“Nothing to be embarrased about,” Rick said. “In fact, if it would make you feel bostancı escort more comfortable, I can get a little more undressed, myself,” he said, smiling.

“Uh, that’s ok,” Lucia said, nervously. But before she could stop him, Rick had pulled off his shirt, revealing his strong frame. Lucia just stared as Rick began unbuckling his jeans, slowly letting them drop to the floor. He stood before her in just his boxer-briefs, and his hard, 8 inch cock was clearly straining against the grey fabric.

Lucia stood before him, mezmerized by his hard cock, the thick head twitching against the briefs.

“So, I was thinking. I’ve helped you out a little. How about you help me out some?” Rick said with a smile.

“Uh, listen, Rick,” Lucia said nervously, backing up a step, “I appreciate all that you’ve done for me. It’s really, really nice. But I, uh, I….” Lucia just stopped mid-sentence, clearly distracted by the throbbing cock in front of her.

“Listen, if you want to leave, you can leave right now. No problem. I won’t stop you. But otherwise, how about kneeling down in front of me,” Rick said, surprising himself a little with his forwardness. But he felt confident about what Lucia’s reaction would be. He could tell she was distracted, and he had a feeling she wanted to stay. Lucia just stood there, staring at Rick’s crotch, her chest lifting and falling rapidly with her breath.

“Drop the towel and kneel down,” Rick said firmly with confidence.

Almost as though in a trance, Lucia nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said and slowly undid her towel and let it drop to the floor. Rick caught his breath as he took in her body, which was even more impressive up close. Huge, full tits, flat stomach, and shaved pussy surrounded by flawless, creamy white skin. He watched as Lucia kneeled down in front of him, her face eye-level with his cock.

“Now take it out,” he said. Lucia just nodded, and reached out to the waistband of his briefs. Rick inhaled sharply as he felt the soft touch of her fingers against his waist. Lucia bit her full lower lip and looked up at Rick with her large, puppy-dog eyes. Though Rick saw a level of nervousness on her face, he also detected something else – lust. Lucia slowly pulled the waistband of his briefs out away from him and then down, slowly releasing his throbbing cock. With the final tug, she pulled his briefs down to his thighs and his cock sprang free, bobbing directly in front of her face. Lucia inhaled quickly at the sight of his thick meat twitching right in front of her. The hint of lust Rick had seen was now fully formed on her face. She was mesmerized by his cock.

“Now let me feel your mouth, you little slut,” Rick commanded.

“Yes, sir,” Lucia said breathily. She slowly moved her full lips toward his cock, and let a long, thick tongue slip out. She slowly licked around the swollen, thick head of Rick’s cock. Rick moaned and twitched slightly at the light touch of her tongue, soft and wet. Lucia let her tongue slide down the length of Rick’s shaft to his neatly groomed base. The tip of her tongue lightly brushed the top of his full, escort bostancı shaved balls before sliding back up the shaft. As she got back to the head, she opened her full lips wide and let the head of his cock slip into her mouth.

Rick groaned as he felt Lucia’s warm, wet mouth surround his cockhead. Lucia looked up at him with full eyes as she began bobbing her head on the first few inches of his thick, veiny cock, her small, soft hands resting on his thighs.

“That’s it, you little slut. Suck that cock,” Rick moaned.

Lucia began picking up her pace, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Rick reached down and put his hand on the back of Lucia’s head and began applying light pressure, pulling her head toward him. He felt Lucia moan as she began stretching her mouth around his cock, allowing inch by inch into her mouth. Rick continued pulling her toward him, feeling his cockhead reach the back of her mouth and slip into her throat. Rick moaned and watched as Lucia took his full 8 inches into her mouth. He felt her throat tighten around his cockhead. Lucia’s nose was buried in his crotch, he could feel her breath at the base of his dick.

Rick reveled in the feeling. He hadn’t cum in a few days, and the twingling feelings in his balls were growing. He knew he wouldn’t last too much longer, but also knew that this first round was just the beginning. If Lucia was this much of a cock-lover, he felt pretty confident she would like his other gift – Rick was blessed with an ability to cum in enormous quantities. And to do so over and over again. The fact that it had been a couple of days since he had cum last only served to increase the size of the load boiling in his balls.

Lucia moaned around his thick cock, bobbing slightly with his cock buried in her throat. Rick felt his cock twitch and knew what was about to come – or cum.

He enjoyed one last suck from Lucia’s mouth and then pulled his cock out of her mouth, watching it slide out inch by inch, glistening in Lucia’s saliva. Just as his cockhead slipped from her lips, Rick groaned as his cock twitched and a thick, yellowish shot of cum erupted from the tip of his cock.

“Ohhh, yeah,” Rick moaned, and watched as the shot landed across Lucia’s nose.

“Ohhh, Rick,” Lucia murmered. Rather than recoiling at the feel of his warm cum, she moved closer, opening her mouth slightly. Then Rick began to cum in earnest. Thick rope after thick rope of his creamy white semen erupted from Rick’s throbbing cock, landing all over Lucia’s lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, and forehead. Lucia just watched as his cock continued to erupt.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, shocked at the amount of cum spewing from Rick’s cock like a fountain. She felt the warm cum cover her smooth white skin.

Rick looked down as the last of his load dripped from his cock onto Lucia’s chin. Lucia’s face was completely covered in his cum, hardly a spot of uncovered skin showing, and large gobs of cum were dripping from her chin toward her heaving tits.

Rick just looked down and smiled. Lucia just stared in total lust, covered in his cum. She couldn’t believe what had just come out of Rick’s cock. And Rick knew there was plenty more where that came from. And her tits were just sitting there, looking so inviting. Rick smiled. He had found a little cum slut, and he was about to enjoy the fruits of his generosity….. To be continued…

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As I walk through security, I see you sitting in the airport lounge at Newark, wearing that little grey mini that you know causes me a world of problems. Your legs seem to stretch on forever, helped by new high heels I’ve never seen before. We are flying to a conference in Boston together with another colleague, but he doesn’t know about us and we plan on keeping it that way. You flash a smile and greet us both- my breath catches as I take in your beauty- rusty blond hair falling down past your shoulders and that cheeky sparkle in your eyes.

We grab a coffee and relax near the gate, all three of us chatting about work and the pain of getting to the airport so early. I yawn and stretch, knowing how the sight of my extended arms reminds you of them wrapped around your amazing body. Your eyes flash with mock anger and you subtlety shake your head, responding to my provocations by shifting in your seat crossing and recrossing your long legs- now it’s my turn to be outraged.

We board the plane for the short hop to Boston with our colleague seated on the aisle, you in the middle and me at the window. After take-off, I lean forwards and around so I can chat to both of you, but it’s really so I can run my hand up your legs without anyone else seeing. It takes a bit of contortion on my part, but soon I am engaged in work chit chat with the two of you while out of sight my fingers slowly stroke their way from your ankles, up your calves, all the way up to the hem of your mini, my fingertips tracing the edge of the skirt. I can tell by the way you squirm in your seat that your mind isn’t on the riveting conversation about the conference, it’s on the feel of my fingers as it caresses your smooth skin of your upper thigh.

After we land we all share a cab to the hotel and leave our bags at reception as it’s too early to check in. We head to the conference and watch the opening key note, then all three of us split up to cover different sessions. At lunch our colleague tells us he ducked back earlier and checked-in, so we leave him and head to check-in ourselves.

As we walk towards the hotel, I can sense the excitement between us grow- this is the first time we have managed to be alone on this trip. We request neighbouring rooms, which luckily are on a different floor to our colleague. We drop bags off in our respective rooms and then I come over to check out who landed the better view. I claim my room is much better and you curse me and march over to check it out.

As I let you into my room you walk over to the window; I look at you and say “See- what amazing sight.” You turn to face me and we fall into each others arms- kissing passionately and revelling in the feeling of our bodies pressed together. My arms wrap around your body and I run my hand down to grab your arse, giving the soft flesh a playful squeeze.

“We don’t have much time before the next conference session,” you say and I know we can’t hang around long without our colleague starting to wonder where we are. But I can’t let this opportunity pass- I push you back onto the bed and you let out a little cry of shock and delight. I crawl onto the bed between your legs and slowly run my hands up the outside of your legs, over your knees and up your thighs, pushing the hem of your miniskirt up as I go. I run my hands back down the front of your legs lightly before starting their journey back up- this time with firmer pressure. As my outstretched hands run up your thighs they come to the point at the top of your legs where I can let my thumbs lightly brush your pussy through the thin material of your underwear- I can already feel the wetness and warmth.

I continue to tease you by running my hands back down your legs but this time, as I bring them back up, I lean down and plant a soft kiss on your pussy. You respond to my kiss by spreading your legs further apart and I take the opportunity to hook my fingers under the elastic of your underwear and pull the material to one side. I pause to drink in the sight of you laying back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, fully dressed in corporate clothes – except for your perfect pussy which is on display – completely hairless except for a small tuft of hair in a landing strip. “Fuck, you are sexy!” is all I can say.

As I slowly lean down I keep my eyes locked on yours, watching you watch me- your anticipation of what is to come obvious from the way you are softly biting your lower lip. As my mouth nears your pussy I can feel the heat and I can’t hold myself back. I stick out my tongue and slowly lick you, tasting your salty sweetness for the first time in too long, and revelling in the way your back arches at the first touch of my tongue. I lick a few more times, slowly working towards your clit which I lightly flick with my tongue. You softly swear in response and push your pussy into my face, demanding more.

I pull my head back slightly and bring my right hand towards your pussy so it is palm-up. I run the middle finger up and down your ümraniye escort pussy, lightly bushing your lips and feeling the wetness, before I slide the finger inside you- just as far as the first knuckle- as I savour the softness and heat. Your respond to my touch with a soft moan and I lean down to lick your pussy again as I slide my finger further in, where I can feel your tightness gripping it.

I begin to make small circular movements inside your pussy with my finger and, with a wide flat tongue, I start to lick across your clit side to side. I feel you push your pussy harder into my face and, as I glance up, I can see your chest rise and fall as your breathing grows ragged and you throw your head back. I sense your urgency grow and as the peak nears, I slide my finger deep inside your pussy and suck your clit softly into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue- flick-flick, flick-flick. That drives you over the edge and you reach down, grab the back of my head, and push my mouth harder onto your pussy as the orgasm washes over you and you let out a loud moan.

I slowly slide my finger out of you and plant a few more kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh as I sit up and watch you revel in post orgasmic glow- your arm draped across your eyes and a grin you your face as you softly rock side to side. Despite my rigid cock straining at the constraints of my jeans, begging to be let out, I know that we need to get back to the conference and can’t take this moment any further. You know it too and, as we walk back to the next session, we can sense each other’s frustration at the interruption to our time together. “This next conference speaker better be amazing…” you say. Turns out, he wasn’t.

As we sit together at the back of the auditorium, we are first confused and then outraged as the reality dawns on us that the speaker is poor and, what’s worse, we can’t sneak out without the speaker and half the audience seeing us. We sit there for an hour until we seize an opportunity to run out the side exit as the speaker tries to get everyone on their feet to take part in a group exercise. I text my colleague, who was still in the session, that we will all meet in 2.5 hours for a pre-dinner drink- which buys us plenty of time.

As we get back to the hotel, we race to my room and enter. The frustration of the wasted time in the conference session, the anticipation from stroking your legs during the flight and the vivid images of you cumming as I licked your pussy only an hour or so ago mean that I am in no mood to waste another moment. As the door closes behind you I push you back against it and kiss you deeply. I run one of my hands up your legs and under your miniskirt, pushing my fingers under the elastic of your underwear and letting my fingertips grope the soft skin of you bottom.

I run my other hand up and over your chest and cup one of your beautiful breasts in my hand. Your eagerness is obvious as you push my jacket off my shoulders, untuck my crisp white business shirt from my jeans, undo the buckle of my belt and unzip my fly. I unbutton my shirt as you push my jeans down over my hips and then reach for my cock, freeing it from my jocks. You wrap your two hands around my stiff shaft and squeeze, sending electric shocks though my body, but you and I know that your hands aren’t where this is going.

I kick off my shoes and jeans and now I am standing in front of you completely naked, with my erect cock throbbing to my heartbeat. You are leaning back against the door fully dressed looking at me with hungry eyes, and you say “I want you to fuck me against the wall.” I can’t hold myself back. I step forward and grab your underwear and pull it down your legs, and you step out of them. Then, as I stand back up I run my fingers up your legs and around to cup your pussy in the palm of my hand- I can feel your juice dripping on my skin and the heat radiating out. I put the slightest upward pressure on my hand and then move my palm in small circles, rubbing the soft skin of your pussy together while I kiss your neck and reach around with my other hand to undo your bra.

Once undone, I slide my hand under your top and onto the soft ski of you right breast- feeling your hard, erect nipple in the palm of my left hand as I feel your hot, wet pussy in the palm of my right. My cock is throbbing and I want to be inside you.

I bend my knees slightly, and grab my cock in my left hand as I lift your left leg with my other hand. You are balancing on your right leg with your arms are around my neck. I guide the tip of my cock to the entrance of your pussy, and once I feel the soft skin start to wrap itself around my knob, I straighten my legs up and slowly drive myself, inch by inch, into your tightness.

Your eyes widen as you feel my shaft slowly impale you, and your breaths come in short, staccato gasps. I slowly withdraw and then drive my cock into you slightly faster and deeper. We kiss passionately as I build a slow rhythm working ümraniye escort bayan deeper and deeper into your pussy with each thrust until my full length is buried inside you and your pussy is stretched around the base of my cock. I stop my movement and just revel in the feeling of your tight pussy gripping me, the sensations flowing through my body. I reach around with my left hand and grab your arse and lift you up, allowing you to now wrap those long legs around my waist with your back against the wall and your arms wrapped around my neck.

This new position lets me start to thrust harder and faster into you, and you respond to the sensation of being fucked against the wall with vocal enthusiasm “yes, oh fuck, oh fuck…” you say as my hardness drives in and out of you. We hear people walking down the hotel corridor on the other side of the thin door I am fucking you against, but we don’t care that they can clearly hear our fucking as they pass.

I look to the left and see there is a full length mirror on the wall, right next to the door. I look at the sight of us and groan- you are fully dressed with high heels and a navy top on, but your grey mini has been pushed up by my thrusting and now sits around your waist like a belt. Your hair is slightly tussled and I can tell by the flush of your cheeks how horny you are. You turn to look too- and I see the hungry grin on your face as your eyes first lock on mine in the mirror and then shift to watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy.

I grab you butt with my hands more firmly and then step back from the wall, taking your full weight in my arms. There we stand, my feet the only contact with the world with your arms wrapped around my neck, your legs wrapped around my waist and my cock buried deep inside your pussy. As we continue to look at each other in the mirror, I start to lift you up and let you slide down my cock deeper and deeper, savouring the sensations, but I know I can’t hold this position for long.

Spinning around, I carefully drop to my knees while you stay wrapped around me, and I slowly lower you to the floor, never letting my cock leave you delicious pussy. You keep your legs wrapped around my waist, but now you are laying on your back looking up at me as I start to pick up my pace. I’d like to say I was in control, but the sensations have taken over and nothing in this world is as important as thrusting into your wet, tight pussy. You use your legs to pull my hips forward, and I know your mood matches mine- we are not making love, we are fucking.

I grab your wrists and pin them to the ground above your head, holding them tight with my hands as I drive into you harder and harder- your moans get louder in encouragement. I hear the wet sound as my cock slams into your pussy over and over- the soundtrack of your moaning and breathing combines to drive me to the edge. I feel my balls start to tingle and tighten, and I release your wrists and drop to my elbows, with my hands clasping together on the top of your head to give me purchase as I start to pound into you deeper and deeper. You wrap your legs and arms tighter around me and cry out “Oh fuuuuuuuuuccckkkk, yeeessssss!” and that drives me over the edge. I feel my cum explode out of my cock and shoot deep into your pussy, my balls twitching with each climactic thrust into you.

As I get my breath back I slowly get to my feet and lean down to help you up before staggering into the bathroom to prop against the vanity. You lean against the bathroom doorframe, still dressed in high heels and the navy top, but at some stage your mini has come off, so you stand there half dressed and demure, half naked and wild. I drink in the sight of your beauty and notice my cum starting to run down the inside of your thigh as it drips from your swollen pussy. Your head is cocked to one side with a wide grin, looking just like the cat who got the cream. “Lets have a shower- I want to run my hands all over your body,” I say and you reply “Oh, yes please!”

After the shower we retreat to our rooms and get ready for the conference dinner. When we meet up you are dressed in a backless black cocktail dress while I am in a velvet suit jacket, crisp white shirt and pocket square caper. We catch up with our colleague, who has been doing exercise and taking in the sites of Boston, for pre dinner drinks then head to the conference dinner. The speeches are ok, the awards a bit boring, and we soon look to make our excuses once people start dancing.

Heading back to the hotel in the darkness I take your hand in mine as we contemplate what’s to come. In the lift I pull you close and kiss you- this day has been perfect so far and I know it’s just getting better! We end up in your room this time, and we have a glass of wine and I try and sort out some mood music. The hotel is still using old tech, and we can’t connect our phones so I try to Macgyver a solution to make it a bit louder. I’m so engrossed in trying to sort out escort ümraniye the tunes that I miss the fact you have slipped to the bathroom.

When I finish I turn to sit on the floor next to the music and near the end of the bed. The hotel room is quite large, and I can see across to the bathroom door as it opens and you come out. You have shed the black dress but are still wearing black high heels, stockings, satin underwear and a sating strapless bra. My jaw drops at the sight of you and you lock onto my eyes and come striding across to me, stepping one foot over me so I am leaning back on my elbows on the ground, looking up as you tower above me wearing the sexiest outfit I have ever seen you wear.

I push myself up and nuzzle my face into the crotch of your underwear, planting a kiss on your pussy through the soft, shiny material. You drop to your knees and straddle me, with your arse sitting on my quickly stiffening cock. I reach around and undo your bra in one movement, before lowering my head to lick and suck your pink nipples which respond to my touch and harden in my mouth.

You push my jacket off my shoulders and undo my shirt, button by button, running your hands over my chest and then over my shoulders as you strip the shirt from me. We embrace and feel the skin of our chests touch each other- your hard nipples and soft, full breasts pushing against my muscular chest. You stand up and grab my hand, leading me to the edge of the bed where you drop to your knees in front of me, looking up into my face as your hands undo my belt and unzip my fly to release my now rock-hard cock.

Keeping your eyes locked on mine, you wrap your hands around my shaft and lick the tip of my cock like a lollipop, savouring the pre-cum that is oozing out. You lick your lips and then wrap your mouth around the head and then suck the tip inside, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. You start to bob your head back and forth, taking my length further and further into your mouth, swirling the tip and the ridge of my knob with your tongue. The sensations are amazing and, I admit, I love the visual image of me standing in front of you, looking down at you on your knees wearing only high heels, underwear and stockings, taking my hard cock into your beautiful mouth.

My knees start to feel weak and I sit down on the edge of the bed, as you stay kneeled between my legs, continuing to suck, lick and caress my dick. You cup my balls in the palm of one hand as you pump the other hand up and down the length of my shaft, swirling your tongue around my tip. I reach down and grab the back of your head gently, pulling you forward onto my cock so I go deeper in your mouth, while I reach down with the other hand and gently tweak your nipple.

You let out a moan which I feel as vibration through my cock and the sensations start my uncontrollable slide towards climax. I feel my hips moving in time to your mouth and my cock goes deeper and deeper into your mouth with each thrust until I feel a tightening in my balls. “I’m about to cum,” I say, but you keep sucking and pumping with your hand until a wave crashes over me and my cock explodes, shooting my seed deep into your throat. You keep your mouth clamped on my cock, swallowing my load. I collapse back on the bed, my head spinning and taking deep breaths, and you plant lots of light kisses on my cock as it slowly softens.

I lift you up onto the bed next to me and we kiss, our hands exploring each other’s body. I bring my knee between your legs and feel the heat and wetness of your pussy as you grind yourself on my leg. I move to kneel between your legs while I continue to kiss you and run my hand over your round breasts, down your body and to your tiny waist. Hooking the fingers of my hands into the elastic of your sexy satin underwear, I pull them down over your stocking covered legs, guiding them over your feet and throwing them to the floor, along with your high heels.

There you are, laying on the bed, wearing black stockings that contrast your white, slightly freckled skin. I lean down and lick the length of your slit, once again tasting your juices. “I could do this forever- you taste so good!” I say, as I slide my middle finger inside and start to make a movement like I am beckoning you, which rubs the sensitive spot inside the front wall of your pussy. Your back arches at my touch and this is followed by a moan as I lightly flick your hard clit with the tip of my tongue.

I reach up with my other hand and caress your breast, then slightly tweak your nipple before running it across your chest and down over your belly until it rests on the small patch of hair just above your pussy. Then, as my finger continues to stroke you inside your pussy, my tongue starts to circle your clit while the fingers of my other hand run down either side of your pussy and move side to side, subtly moving the soft skin of you swollen pussy so it rubs together in time with my tongue and finger. The tempo slowly builds and I can sense your excitement build. I pause slightly to reposition and you demand “Keep going, don’t stop!” and I willingly oblige. You respond by grabbing at my hair, swearing, biting your arm and then finally screaming and clamping my head between your legs as your climax hits.

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An Unexpected Night Of Passion

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I wait for you to arrive home from work, I have such an evening planned for you!! I know that you have had a rough day and are not in the mood to fool around but none the less I want to surprise you.

I hear you arrive, you think it is strange that there are no lights on in the house. You come in and hear music softly playing in the background, you know immediately what I have in mind. You call out to me but I don’t answer. You call out again as you walk through the house, still I don’t answer, then I appear from the bedroom wearing just a robe, You start to say that you are not in the mood, but I interrupt you and say that I know and your bath is waiting.

You approach the bathroom and see that it is lit with scented candles, the tub is filled with your favorite bubble bath, and there is a note saying just to relax, unwind and enjoy yourself. You disrobe from your work attire and slip into the bubble bath. The water is warm and soothing, feeling pleasant as it surrounds your body with its warmth. you start to relax a bit, then you hear a soft knock at the door. You invite me in and see that i have a bottle of your favorite wine and two wine glasses.

I kneel down beside the tub and pour the wine for us to share and hand you yours. I tell you that this is your night and I want you just to relax and take pleasure in things to follow. You start to say again that you are not feeling that way, but I interrupt your thought with a kiss. I then take a sip from my glass as you do the same.

We talk about the things that have happened in our day as I place a towel behind your neck as a pillow. You smile at me and I sense that you are starting to relax. I reach into the water and find your foot and begin a gentle but firm massage. You are starting to wonder just what I have in store for you on this night. I begin to move my hands slowly and firmly up your calf using long smooth strokes I reach your thigh and continue in the same fashion. I tend to your other leg now and give it the same attention as the other. I then ask you to sit forward a bit and allow me to give you a neck and back massage.

You agree as I start to trace your neckline in gentle, flowing strokes with my fingers. I move outward pendik escort to your shoulders using my thumbs to knead your tired muscles. I proceed to make long sweeping strokes down your back, massaging from your spine outward. I can feel you relaxing and the tension start to leave your body. I continue the massage for awhile, then i help you to lie back in the tub once again.

I place my hand softly upon your cheek, look into your eyes, and lean in to kiss you. We kiss for what seems like eternity, I break from your lips, and look into your eyes and tee that you want things to continue. I slowly start to caress you from your neck to your beautiful breasts. I lightly run my fingers, tracing their shape from top to bottom, coming ever so close to the nipple but never touching. I feel your breathing start to increase, your eyes close, your nipples begin to stand out. I take each nipple between my fingers, gently rolling and twisting, a faint moan escapes your lips.

I lean in to take them into my hot mouth sucking and gently biting first one then the other. I slide my hand down your stomach, your legs open to my advances. I stop at the top of your mound, your eyes open and lock onto mine with wanton desire, you whisper for me not to stop. I slide my hand further down and brush against your slit, you moan softly, and thrust your hips gently forward encouraging me to proceed. I part your outer lips with my finger, you whimper slightly, as I slide my finger deeper into your sex, your breathing is increasing, mixed with moans and sighs of desire. I begin to finger you slowly, your hips begin to rock and meet my every thrust.

My free hand is caressing your breasts and nipples, my thumb brushes your clit as I slide another finger in. I finger you faster and rub your clit in a circular motion, you begin to thrust back and thrash about. I pick up the pace a bit more and find your g spot, you moan loudly. I keep on with my finger thrusting and clitoral stimulation, I feel your walls clamp around my fingers, as you orgasm you moan and scream for me never to stop. Your orgasm starts to subside and I kiss you, letting our tongues intertwine and dance. I ask you if you are ready to go to the pendik escort bayan bedroom, you pull my mouth to yours giving me the answer. I help you up, take a towel and dry you off, and lead you to the bedroom.

I sweep your beautiful body into my arms and begin to kiss you passionately. I gently lay you back onto the bed never breaking from your lips. Your arms wrap around me, going under the robe, caressing my back, pulling me tightly to you. You push the robe from my shoulders and I remove it completely. I lean back down and leave a trail of kisses starting with your forehead, eye lids, cheeks, tracing your jaw line, nibbling on your earlobe. I venture down your neck, using my lips and tongue, I suckle each nipple and blow softly on them. I continue venturing down and dart my tongue into your navel, I feel you breathing deeply and hear you moan with pleasure. I plant kisses down your right leg all the way to your toes, lifting your leg I work my way to the back of your knee and to the inner thigh. I come so close to your pussy that you can feel m hot breath. I tease your left inner thigh as you thrust your pelvis towards me, telling me that you have had enough teasing.

Parting your outer lips with my tongue, you gasp and moan, I can taste your luscious wetness, I push my tongue deeper into you feeling you clamp around my tongue trying to pull me in deeper. I tongue you for a few moments and drag my tongue down to your sweet rosebud, flattening my tongue I lick all the way up your slit being careful not to touch your clit just yet. Your hands are pulling at your breasts as I thrust a finger deeply into your sex, your clit is looking me in the eye, begging for some attention. You reach down and pull my mouth to your aching clit, I wrap my lips around it, flicking my tongue as I slide another finger into you. Your hips rock to meet my every thrust, your fingers run through my hair pulling me tighter to you. You begin to moan and scream as I finger you faster, suck your clit hard and flick my tongue across its tip. Your hips buck off the bed, your pussy walls clamp around my fingers, your juices soak my fingers and face, as an orgasm ripples through your body. I slowly remove my escort pendik fingers and lap up as much of your sweet nectar as I can. Moving up I plant sweet kisses until I reach your lips, we kiss and you taste your sweet juices.

I look deeply into your eyes, a look of desire, lust, and passion is what you see. You know that I am turned on and hotter than ever before, you whisper into my ear that you want to take care of me. You roll us over and take control. You kiss me briefly before making your slow, tantalizing descent. You start with my neck kissing, sucking, and biting, you want to leave your mark which you know I so richly enjoy.

You then make your way down kissing my chest, gently sucking my nipple, as you reach down and wrap your fingers around my rock hard cock, you stroke it slow and gentle. You kiss your way down further, your mouth is now just inches away from my quivering member, I can feel your hot breath and begin to breath harder. You take the head of my cock into your mouth, sending a warm chill up my spine and through my entire body. Slowly you begin to suck my cock, taking me deeper each time, your hand wraps around my nuts, squeezing ever so gently. You take my cock from your mouth and stroke my shaft with your hand, you then take my nuts one at a time into your mouth bathing them. Your hand is replaced with your hot mouth. I begin to moan and thrust my hips, your pace increases, you know that I won’t last long like this.

You decide that you don’t want me to cum just yet, so you take my cock from your mouth, I moan not wanting you to stop. Still stroking me I see that you are moving up and now straddling me. You are still so wet that I slide into you easily. we both moan in pleasure. You begin to ride me, I thrust to meet you every time. My hands find your breasts and play with your nipples, you lean down, I alternately begin to suck and gently bite each nipple. Our pace is increasing as we slam into one another, my fingers find your love button, I start to rub your clit swiftly back and fourth.

You start to moan loudly and I know that you are close yet again, I continue my assault on your clit as you begin to cum. Your pussy clamps around me like a vise, it is to much for me, I moan, grunt, and I shoot my load deep inside of you as you collapse on top of me. We start to come back to reality, we kiss, whisper sweet nothings to each other and drift off to sleep in each others arms. We know that there will be many more pleasure filled nights like this.

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Accept the Unexpected

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I was sipping my first beer at a little bar within walking distance of my office, waiting for Jeff. We met in Army basic training at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri, in January 1971, and became close friends. Since our names started with the same letter, Stevens for me, and Simmons for Jeff, we ended up in the same 15 man squad, and bunk mates.

We found we shared a lot of the same history even though he grew up in California and I grew up in Maine. We were both brought up to work until the work was done, and it didn’t matter if it was a 15 minute chore or 15 hour backbreaking job. This kind of work ethic endeared us to our drill instructors immediately. If there was a dirty, nasty or just uncomfortable task assigned to our unit it was given to Jeff and I. We didn’t complain, we just did it fast and complete, then we had our fun. We were the cut ups, making everyone laugh no matter how tired they were.

Initially, we introduced ourselves while we set up our bunks and footlockers according to a diagram, and talked about what we expected from basic training. We discussed a rumor we heard, that anyone volunteering for jump school would not be shipped over seas to Vietnam with everyone else. I remember talking it over with Jeff. We weren’t sure what jump school was, but it definitely sounded better than the alternative.

Its not that we were scared, but hell, who looks forward to being on the wrong end of a gun sight. So we decided to take the chance if it was offered. The very next day it was announced and we raised our hands. We were immediately rewarded with an extra 100 push ups every day to prepare us to learn military parachuting. Looking at each other, we burst out laughing and started pushing the base towards China. It still makes me smile and chuckle, but I have no idea why.

After basic training, we were sent to San Antonio to become medics. Every day we spent together we became closer and closer. We didn’t look anything like each other, but we could have been twins. At 5 foot 9, 165 pounds, I was dwarfed by Jeff weighing in at 210 and 6 ft 4. Our kinship became a little freaky when we began reading each others thoughts.

It was first noticed by one of our instructors during an exam when we had the exact same answers and even got the same questions wrong the same way. He wanted to know how we cheated, because Jeff sat at the end of the row and I was assigned to the first seat of the next row. We assured him we didn’t, but that was the answer he expected from us whether or not we cheated.

The instructors got together to discuss the situation, and decided the exam had to be retaken while Jeff and I were in different rooms. Even though it was different versions of the exam, the results were the same. Although, they decided we didn’t cheat, they didn’t know what to do with us.

While, we on the other hand, knew exactly what to do, we started playing poker, and cleaning up. It wasn’t unusual for each of us to each win more than 200 bucks a weekend. It doesn’t seem like much now, but when your pay is only 100 dollars a month, it feels like a fortune. We even started to lend money to guys that were short before payday. For every ten dollars lent, we got 15 back. We knew it wouldn’t last, so we saved every dime. At the end of the ten week course we had saved over 2000 dollars each. Not too bad for a couple of buck privates.

We finished our medic training, went on to jump school and were assigned to the 82nd Airborne stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C. It was here that our link was tested and needed the most.

Shortly after we arrived at Ft. Bragg, we learned we were going to Vietnam. Not as combatants, but as support for a group temporarily assigned to teach the South Vietnamese how to use the new anti tank weapons. While we were there, our base was attacked with mortars and small arms fire.

We grabbed our rifles and jumped into neighboring foxholes. After the mortar barrage, it was pitch black, and dead silent, and that’s when I got scared. I stared out into the darkness, looking for any difference I could find. Fortunately, and unfortunately, I saw it, standing behind Jeff’s foxhole, with a long knife. I had just one thought: “Duck”. Jeff heard me even though I didn’t make a sound, and dived for the bottom of his hole as I let loose on the Vietcong soldier, stopping him in his tracks.

That was our one and only contact with the enemy. The rest of our temporary duty was uneventful, and we returned to Ft. Bragg without ever mentioning the incident again. We finished our tour in 1975, and I never heard from Jeff again, that is until 2 days ago. Jeff called me out of the blue, saying he had been trying to track me down, and wanted to meet me to discuss something very important. So here I am after 35 years waiting for the closest friend I ever had.

I was facing the bar, away from the door when Jeff stepped into the room. We still had our connection, because clear as day I heard him ask, ” Okay Bill, where are you?”. So I mentally answered merter esc him , “I’m around the corner, at the end of bar, behind the fat guy with the Yankee cap.” I instantly recognized his laugh and he mine as he made his way through the crowd.

Jeff looked like a cowboy with his hat, boots, jeans and plaid shirt. If anything he looked even bigger now. He probably weighed close to 250 now, but he wasn’t fat. His arms and chest stretched the shirt fabric tight. His hair had a touch of grey, and there were lines around his eyes. The smile though, that was as big as ever. Almost every female head in the bar, turned to watch as he made his way through the crowd. There was something incongruous though, it was the briefcase he was carrying, it just didn’t fit.

It was an emotional moment for the two of us, meeting again after all this time. Anyone looking at us hugging and carrying on, probably thought we were a gay couple, but we didn’t care. As far as we were concerned, we were the only ones in the bar, and we were still jumping out of airplanes.

We sipped our beers, and reminisced about the old days, and what we did after our discharge. I explained I went to college with my savings to get my business degree, and have been working in offices ever since, was married to a great lady and had two boys and six grand-kids.

Jeff started his story, by saying, its a long story, but it’s a great one. When I got out of the Army, I bought myself a used pickup truck, and built a small cover for the bed. Eventually, I drove myself to southern California, by way of the Florida, and Texas beaches, sleeping in the back of the truck.

I needed to be in wide open spaces especially at night. The night of the attack in Vietnam was still causing nightmares. I owed my life to you, even though you said it was no big deal, it was to me. Rationally, I knew I hadn’t seen much, but that didn’t stop the nightmare. I knew I wouldn’t be around if you weren’t there, and that thought haunted me.

I spent a month on the beaches around San Diego, relaxing, enjoying the freedom, watching all those bikinis bouncing up and down. One day I picked up the morning newspaper to find a job. I was getting more and more depressed at my options: used car salesman, office help, electrician helper, dishwasher. Then I saw it, a small ad in the corner, handyman/ranch hand needed. I called the phone number, a lady answered, explained the job and gave me directions to find the ranch after she confirmed I was still interested.

It took me nearly three hours to find the dirt road cutoff she described as her driveway. To call it a dirt road was an exaggeration. The ruts connecting the potholes made the 15 minute drive a shaky proposition, but somehow my poor truck and tooth fillings made it.

The driveway went between, over and around the boulders, until finally I saw the buildings as I crested the last hill. It was a small valley with a barn on the left, nice sized ranch style house in the middle and a small shack arranged in a semicircle. It was a brown sun burnt valley dotted with low green sage brush and the occasional joshua tree.

As I got closer I could make out the remnants of a horse corral to the right of the shack with a trough that had seen better days. The driveway entered the yard between the corral and the barn. The whole scene reminded me of some old western movie.

At any moment, I expected Roy Rogers to leap out, jump on a horse, and gallop off into the mountains leaving Gabby Hayes stumbling across the porch. Of course if he did, he would be about 180 years old, and looking just as rugged as the countryside.

After parking the truck, I stepped up to the porch while the boards bent and creaked in protest to my size. I knocked on the door, and it was answered by a nice looking woman in her mid 30’s, I think, wearing a flannel shirt behind overalls. I couldn’t tell a thing about her figure, but her face had a nice slightly tanned girl–next-door kind of appeal. Her best feature was her penetrating blue/green eyes, like a deep mountain lake.

She introduced herself as Rachel, and invited me inside. After stepping inside and blinking against the darkened room, I looked around to see an old stone fireplace between some bookshelves, with a primitive styled couch and chair, a couple of small end tables and a small desk and chair in front of the only window.

She gestured and I sat on the couch while she sank into the chair. I then proceeded to tell her about myself, and some of the jobs I had before joining the Army, hoping to impress her enough to earn the job. She looked deep into my eyes while I talked, presumably to see if I was being honest.

When I stopped, she finished her introduction. She inherited the ranch from her father who passed away over a year ago. Maintenance around the ranch, became too much for her, so she had placed the ad. She asked me if I knew how to ride a horse. I told her no but I was willing to learn. She then informed anadolu yakası esc me what she could afford to pay me, but would pay it in cash. My salary was based on a five day work week and included insurance, with free room and board. Then she asked me if I was still interested. After hearing my answer, she stood up and took me on a quick tour of the property.

We stepped into the barn, and my nose told me one of my first tasks was going to be a threesome, me, a shovel and a wheelbarrow. Scattered along the walls were various odds and ends from old horse shoes to rusty dusty saws, axes, pitchforks and a few things I didn’t recognize.

There were horses in two of the six stalls. From those old westerns, I knew one was a line backed dun, and the other was a three colored pinto, beyond that I was ignorant. It was very obvious that the pinto was a mare. The dun was a stallion, hoping for a little nooky, showing off the pride of his species. Both horses were clean and fly free, surprising me until Rachel informed me there wasn’t much water nearby so there weren’t any flies.

Behind the barn was a pile of manure that resembled a small mountain, another task I predicted. We walked over to the shack, “This is the bunk house”, she said, and my home to be. I peeked in and thought to myself, the cover on the back of my pickup was looking better all the time.

Rachel left me there to get settled while she went to make dinner. The bed had a mattress that was only a few inches inches thick, looked ancient and weighed a ton. I remembered seeing a pair of gloves in the barn, so I went to get them. I wasn’t about to touch that thing without them. I carried it out and draped it across the corral fence. The fence swayed under the new weight, leaned over, but stayed up. I grabbed a broom from the corner, swept out the place. Layers of dust, dirt, insect carcasses and the odd mouse corpse were removed .

When I washed off the small table, I noticed the water stains and looked up to see light shining through a couple of places. My next job was obvious, I needed to fix the roof if I wanted to stay dry. I rummaged around in the barn, until I found a rusty old rug beater, a few wood shingles, and a ladder. The rug beater looked like a heavy metal tennis racket with a wooden handle. I leaned it up against the mattress, hoping to even out the railing, but it didn’t work, the mattress was too heavy.

I climbed the ladder up to the roof, and edged over to replace the missing shingles. The sound of me hammering the nails into the roof brought Rachel out to see the source of the commotion. I didn’t realize she was watching until I climbed down and saw her walk back inside. I replaced the ladder and got ready to do battle with the blanket that passed for a mattress.

I tied a rag across my face and grabbed the beater. Just as I was about to swing, raucous laughter interrupted me. Rachel was holding onto the porch wall with one hand, and her side with the other. “What’s the matter? Are you afraid the mattress will identify you?” Even I chuckled then, but it all stopped with that first smack. With every swing the fence section moved back and forth, waving like a flag. The cloud from the mattress resembled a dust storm inside a vacuum cleaner. I tried to convince myself it was just dust. But thoughts of dead skin and dust mites crept in, and renewed my efforts until the cloud started to dissipate.

I stepped away from the beating when Rachel called me in to eat. She took one look at me, and told me to jump in the shower. I saw why when I looked in the bathroom mirror. I was a dark dusty beige reverse raccoon. Whiter around the eyes, and under my nose, where my sunglasses and mask covered me. My dust covered clothes would have been perfect desert camouflage. I stripped and jumped in the shower, then heard the door open as she came in. “Here’s a towel for you”, then the door closed again. I finished quickly, stepped out, and grabbed the towel from the side of the sink.

I was drying off my hair, when the door reopened, and she stepped in.” Oops, sorry I didn’t realize you were out already, your clothes are in the washer, here’s a robe” I wasn’t sure who was blushing more. I remember thinking, was it an accident, or was she checking me out? Then I looked at the robe she left for me, a silky soft short pink kimono with an oriental garden scene on the back, not exactly my size or style. Even though it was wide enough to go around me, it definitely wasn’t long enough to cover all of me. From any distance at all it was obvious that a man my size was not supposed to wear this robe.

I decided to see what would happen, so I put it on and walked back to the main room. Rachel blushed again as soon as she saw how it fit me, and it took all my will power to keep the front of the robe from levitating. I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, when she asked me to get a plate and glass for myself from the top shelf. As I reached up, I heard beşiktaş escortu a gasp and realized the bottom of the robe rose significantly and she was getting an eyeful.

The dinner was a simple yet tasty dish of beef, potatoes and green beans with homemade bread. We made small talk about the ranch, the weather and ourselves learning more about each other as we went along. She got up from the table and left to flip over the laundry into the dryer. She was gone for a few minutes so I asked if everything was okay. “Just gonna be a couple of minutes until the spin cycle finishes.” she replied.

I got up from the table and quietly walked around to find her back to the door, bent around the washer holding tightly against a corner until she threw her head back and choked back a moan. I had to leave quickly before the view got me an erection this robe would have no chance to hide, but it wasn’t easy. Back at the table, there was a noticeable flush to her face, and a quicker breathing pattern, but I didn’t mention it.

We finished eating and I helped her with the dishes, even returning them to the upper shelf to see if there was a repeated response. This time the gasp was louder and more long drawn out, and I knew why. Although I wasn’t sporting an erection, I had grown significantly and the robe only covered half of me when my arms were down. And almost all of me showed when my arms were up, but I pretended ignorance. My performance was much better than hers, as she kept looking at what the hem line revealed.

We walked outside and sat on the porch to watch the sunset, while my clothes dried. I adjusted the opening of the robe as discretely as I could, but it didn’t help much. We watched a few wild horses, and deer creep down from the hills presumably for water. Rachel asked me why I was working on my day off. So I explained I had little choice in the matter. It was to be my home, and the best time to fix a leaky roof, was when it wasn’t raining. As far as the mattress was concerned, there was no way I was going to sleep on that infested mattress without cleaning it.

After dressing in my own clothes, I was about to return the robe, when my hand brushed along the bottom and found a major wet spot that had an obvious source. All I could hope was that it would dry before she noticed. I folded the robe so the wet spot was inside and walked back to the main room.

I handed the robe back to Rachel, thanked her for the great meal and clean clothes, and headed back out to put the mattress and my gear into the bunkhouse. I looked back and saw her on the porch as she unfolded the robe and ran her hand along it to smooth it out. It only took a second for her to find that spot. She rubbed her fingertips together noting the soft slippery thick consistency. She sniffed then licked her fingertips, before she walked back inside.

I finished moving in just as the sun was starting to set, so I sat on the porch and watched the sky turn orange, then change ever so slowly into a smoky rose before fading into darkness. Once the light was gone, someone flipped a switch and turned on the stars. Thousands, maybe millions, of dots of light shining like I had never seen. Rachel came back out just as a series of falling stars raced across the horizon. We just sat back in awe and watched the show together, not talking, not wanting to spoil the moment. Eventually, I got up, thanked her again, and said good night as I headed back to my shack.

I woke to the clanging sound of an iron triangle before the sun was even peeked over the mountains. I got dressed and walked up to the house, knocked on the open door frame before stepping inside. She turned around from the stove, with a big smile looked at me and said, “That’s the last time you will ever knock on that door. As a member of this family you just walk in.”

She was wearing another flannel shirt, this time tucked into a pair of tight fitting jeans. Her hair was pulled back away from her face into a pony tail. Now that I could see it, she had a very nice figure, nice full chest, slim waist and slim rounded hips. I could only wonder how she was able to hide it yesterday.

Oh the impure thoughts I was having as she moved around the kitchen, if only she wasn’t my boss and probably ten years older than me. I was glad to be sitting at the table so she couldn’t see the effect she was having in my jeans. The soft rounded tops of her breasts as she bent over only added to my discomfort. She told me I would get my first riding lesson after breakfast, then she paused before finishing her sentence, so I could see the rest of the ranch.

We saddled the horses, as she explained the secret to riding a horse is the way you sit. “You grip with your knees and move like you are having sex in a rocking chair, back and forth not up and down. We climbed aboard the horses and walked them around the yard towards a rocky cliff.

Beyond the corral was crack in the ground, hidden by low growing sagebrush. Riding up I saw it was much bigger than it first appeared. It must have been all of 30 feet long, 15 feet across, and 10 feet deep. Along the bottom of the crack was a creek, more like a trickle of water, that disappeared back into the ground within six feet after the end of the crack.

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A Wild Widow and Widower Ch. 02

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Previously (read Chapter 1 for full details).

Len and Tammi were neighbors — 65 and 56 respectfully. Both had lost their spouses within the last 3 years. About 5 days previously they had a private happy hour together and after a couple of drinks Len had proposed a “mutually rewarding” physical relationship.. Two days later Tammi had agreed! She was treated to a limo trip to a local hotel where she found herself in the honeymoon suite. Not long afterwards she and Len were on the floor and Tami — as promised by Len — was in the throes of a screaming orgasm. In her words “she felt like she had never felt before”. They had ended up in the huge bed in a 69 position, Tammi’s head under the sheets, orally cleaning up the leftovers from their wet, wild fuck.

Chapter 2

“Hey, you better come back up here” Len said.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to cum again and the rest of the night will be ruined.”

Tammi twisted back up and gave Len a deep French kiss.

“I wouldn’t want that to happen. I’m looking forward to a full, active night — and day until we have to check out.”

“Maybe we’ll just pay for another day!!” Len said excitedly. “How about we get up and I fix us some drinks and we take a soak in the spa tub!”

Len swung out of bed and grabbed a nearby robe and handed one to Tammi.

“Robes? I just want to see your magnificent body — especially that wonderful weapon you have between your legs.”

“Hey — one of the best parts of a party is unwrapping the presents!! If we don’t cover up we won’t get to uncover!! I’m going to start the bath and then fix us drinks. Wine or G&T?”

“G&T sounds great — save the wine for later.”

Len turned the water on in the tub, adding some bath salts and bubbles, and then made the G&T’s. He tested the water and settled in calling Tammi to join him. She came in, disrobed and sank into the water, joining him in total relaxation.

They sipped their drinks and soaked, their hands occasionally rubbing legs, breasts and inside her thighs, up into her lower lips while she rubbed his cock and balls. Len even directed Tammi’s forefinger to his pucker hole, letting her insert it into his anal opening.

“I guess you’ve never had a prostrate exam, right?” Len laughed. “Once a doctor gets in there and pulses your prostrate you will do whatever he wants. I guess that is the feeling gays have during sex. By the way — do you care if I give you a nickname? Tammi seems so long. How about I just call you T.”

“You can call me what you like — just don’t call me later for dinner. Or for a good fucking.”

They both laughed.

After a good time in the spa Len asked “What do you want for the rest of the evening? We can go out for dinner, order room service, or order in.”

“I sure don’t want to waste time going out and room service is usually not the greatest food. I’m not all that hungry. How about we just get some appetizers sent up. That and wine will be fine for me. Then we can spend our time watching some good “turn on” movies’ and — FUCKING!”

“Oh, lady! I’m beginning to thing you are addicted to sex.”

“I’m not sure about that, but I sure have a few years of pent up sexual energy in me.”

Len got the room service menu and called down, ordering a nice assortment of appetizers. They both had a second G&T as they waited — and turned the TV on and together perused the adult channels.

“Hey, how about this movie” Len offered. “It is titled “The Volleyball Squad.” It looks intriguing. The info says it involves lesbian activities fatih escortu and special training by the coach. That sound interesting to you?”

“I’ll give it a shot” T offered. The room service arrived and Len poured them glasses of wine and started the video. At first T was somewhat detached from the story.

The movie started with Coach M opening the door to her room.

Mandi, Sherri & Carla, her three senior captains (all of who were 18) entered. All were typical volleyball players – tall, skinny, long legged and almost no bust line.

They had obviously been through this “Captain’s Meeting” many times and were dressed the way Coach M liked. Warm up suits with only bras underneath. No panties or socks. After a brief meeting Coach said

“great game girls, championship tomorrow.”

Coach M had previously checked her “starting lineup” schedule and said

“starters are Mandi with me and Sherri with Carla.”

Slowly, with lots of petting and some licking and sucking the clothes came off, revealing lithe young bodies and six tiny tits with erect, pointed nipples. The snatch hair varied from a very little fuzz to heavier, black and curly.

Mandi quickly moved to the floor and stuck her head between Coach’s legs.

“mmm — Coach M. I love getting you first. Your cunt is so great. I love the little arrow you leave in your pussy hair — it just points right to your tall clit. And you always taste so good.”

“Mandi, the reason my clit is so tall is because I get so hot knowing that you are coming to fuck me. I don’t know whether you’ve been boy fucked or not, but your tight pink vagina is wonderful. If you have been fucked by penises, I just hope the pleasures I give you will remind you how great girl-girl sex is.”

Quickly the four moved to the bed where they shuffled into a double 69.

The camera moved from crotch to crotch, zooming in to get close ups of fingers probing and rubbing, tongues licking and lips sucking cunt lips, slits and pearly white clits. Cunt juice was flowing from four cunts to four mouths with a lot of slurping going on. The tongues also licked up the cunt lips, over the taint and then penetrated the rose buttons.

Sherri and Carla were deep into each other’s snatch, both quickly getting wet, hot and needing to orgasm.

Soon there were moans and purrs as the teens quickly began to release the sexual tensions that had built up starting with the post game showers. As the meeting time approached, their awareness of what was soon to come (and cum) caused their inner urges to increase to get “super hot.”

It was only a matter of a few minutes before Sherri screamed out

“Oh, God. Suck that clit! Harder, harder!! Harder!! — Oooooooh — I’m cumm-mm-mmmm- ing.”

Shortly she was followed by the two other teens screaming in intense orgasms and finally Coach M writhed in her sexual release, which included a squirt of ejaculation into Mandi’s welcoming mouth. Then the twosomes joined into a foursome and they continued their ministrations, taking turns until each had a great taste of the other three snatches, with frequent screams of

“I am coming again!”

“Girls — I gotta pee bad. I want all three of you into the bathtub now!”

This was new territory for the captains; coach was obviously teaching them something new. Coach M had them squeeze into the tub and then stood over them, her feet on the edges of the tub.

“Open your mouths and catch my pee!”

Coach M quickly sprayed a golden shower onto the sexy teens, her sarıyer escortu hands and hips moving her pee hole and stream of piss over the three waiting bodies and mouths. As she finished Mandi screamed

“I’m next!!”

She got up, her legs spanning the tub. Coach M stuffed herself into the tub and Mandi’s spray showered over the three below. Each of the girls took their turn peeing.

Coach M said “time to clean up.”

And each of the ladies licked the drops of pee off the snatch of another.

_______________________________________-

As the video had gradually intensified T had snuggled in close to Len and soon she began squirming — Len could tell she was very much into it. As the explosion of “Big O”s began he looked over and saw T’s hand under her robe, obviously rubbing her pussy. Len removed her hand from its manipulation.

“That’s for me to take care of.”

He started to rub her hot, wet slit.

Tammi panted

“Quick. There’s a vibrator in my bag. Grab it.”

Len did while Tammi again rubbed her magic button, not wanting to lose her sexual high. Len returned and turned the vibrator on to a medium setting. As the peeing scene developed she started to purr and moan.

“Ummmm.. that’s is so good. Yes — yes –yes. Right there. Turn it up to high!”

Len moved the control, continuing to hold the vibrator on top of Tammi’s fully erect clit.

“Ooooh — my God, my God! Suck me hard right now.”

Len quickly moved his mouth down to her steaming, dripping cunt, sucking and licking her clit as hard and as fast as he could.

Tammi gave out a yelp of pleasure as she peaked her orgasm, squirting some tasty juice right into Len’s mouth. He swirled the nectar around, then swallowed.

“Wow – your cum juice is so tasty — I love it. Now you are going to have to give me that hard, fast fuck you promised.”

Len pulled Tammi up from that couch and they hurried to the bed. He rolled T onto her side, suggesting

“Let’s try spooning. I like to screw from behind that way. Then I can keep my hands free to rub all over you.”

” I am SO hot, wet & horny I might cum again.”

Len slipped close behind T and slip his feverish cock into her already wet cunt. One hand moved to her tits and the other down to her clit, Len loved rubbing her hot button while feeling his dick move in and out next to his hand. True to her word it was just a matter of minutes until T screamed in total bliss and Len immediately shot his wad deep into T’s cunt. After a very brief pause to recover, T dropped down and began slurping her cunt juices along with the residue of Len’s cum.

“God this tastes great” she mumbled. “I’m going to lick and swallow every drop I can get.”

Len turned the TV to a mood music channel. Exhausted from their time of sexual intensities, they soon fell asleep as they spooned. Sometime during the night Len felt his prick grow stiff again. Without waking T he gently slip his member back into her box which was still slick with sex juices. He fell back asleep still fully inside her.

Later in the night Len felt T stir.

“That’s nice” she whispered.

Then she began to contract her kegel muscles as she slowly milked Len’s dong Squeeze. Relax. Squeeze. Relax.

It didn’t take long before Len had another, somewhat subdued, orgasm sending a greatly reduced cum load into T. They then both rolled over into a reverse spoon and fell back to sleep with T lightly grasping Len’s sodden, soft member.

They awoke with the sun escort kızlar ümraniye shining brightly. Good mornings were exchange as they still nestled together.

“Well that was quite an afternoon and evening” T said.

“Sure was. I’m famished — how about you?”

“Starving” T replied.

“How about steak & eggs with all the fixings.”

Len picked up the phone and placed the order. As he traced his fingers lightly over her body he said

“T — I’m not sure how much I’ve got left in me. I don’t think I’ve ever had four orgasms in seven hours before.”

“I think I had three in five minutes during our first fuck yesterday and I’ve lost count of the total” she laughed. “But I’ve got to admit I’m kinda sore in the cunny. Maybe we should just eat and then shower. Unless some miracle happens we can just wash each other all over and relax.”

“I give pretty good foot massages and back rubs too” Len offered.

“What a man!!”

They breakfasted and then padded to the bathroom. On the way in T said “hey, I never used that BIDET. Want to watch me douche?”

“You bet — I wanta get a good close up. Let me get my phone so I can take a nice picture of you spraying your cunt and cervix.”

After T cleansed the inside of herself, they moved in to the shower. The three showerheads were marvelous. They soaped and rinsed all over, spending extra time on their vital parts. Len found his favorite setting for the shower, a strong pulsating stream. He pointed the stream at his dick head and let it massage him. His prick soon began to stiffen.

“Do I see a miracle rising?” T asked.

“Yup. How is your soreness?”

“The hot suds — and your gentle massaging — the bidet — all seem to have helped — a BUNCH!”

With that T grabbed his body and moved back so her back was against the shower wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist she instructed

“Fuck me hard and fast, mister!”

Len entered and thrust his dick as deep into T as he could.

“Oooof!” she panted “Never felt a prick that deep before. Fuck me HARD and FAST. Don’t wait for me. I’ll just enjoy this pure animalistic sex.”

Shortly Len blew his mind for the fifth time in less than a day. Apres-sex they rewashed their crotches; he the inside of her “hot box”; she all over his crotch with gentle attention to his dick head.

It was approaching check out time so they dressed openly in front of each other.

“Just watching you cover up is starting another miracle” Len quipped. “Makes me want to start unwrapping your bod all over again.”

“Down buster or the cleaning maids will find us naked on the bed!”

“Now there’s an interesting thought.”

And they both laughed lustily.

They checked out and the valet brought Len’s car to the front. The drive home was quiet — Len noticed T dozing, obviously low on energy after all the intense sexual exertion. Len pulled into T’s driveway even though his was right next door, and T awoke and stretched.

“Guess our fantasy is done and it is back to reality.”

“Speaking of that” Len said. “We had a great time. But I don’t want to rush you into anything. I feel we should take some time to let our emotions settle so we can both clearly think about the future. Then if we think we want to move forward we can talk some more about what that means. And if either of us does not want to go farther, hopefully we can still be good neighbors.”

“I see your point. But if we decided just to be neighbors again, could I just drop over when I am hot and horny and we could have another Fantastic Fuck — or two — or three?”

“I’d never want to leave you high, dry and horny” Len laughed. “We can talk if and when you are ready.”

(to be continued with more lesbian sex and young girls, incest and multiple partners)

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A Tale of Timestop

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Austin paced gloomily through the deserted campus on a dark Saturday evening. He avoided the puddles of light cast by the streetlamps, preferring the darkness for his sulking. Old leaves crunched beneath his boots as he wove his way past bare trees and the frozen stream that wound its way through the center of the college.

He hid his fists deep in his jacket pockets. Why was he so bad at talking with people? He could never seem to do it right. He’d thought that things would change once he got to college, but he was a sophomore now and things were exactly like they had been in high school. He was a loner. No. That was a cheap cop-out. He couldn’t make friends.

He couldn’t understand how people did it. They made it look so easy. Just walk up to someone and start talking. But when he did it… When he did that no one liked it. They would think he was weird. Or creepy. Or a pervert. He sighed and kept walking, stewing in self-pity.

Was he going to die alone? How could he ever get a girlfriend if he didn’t know how to talk to people? He had just turned 20 years old and he was still a virgin. Most guys lost their virginity in high school right? And he was a virgin at 20. He slammed his fists against his hips in frustrated balled-up anger.

He needed experience. He needed a breakthrough. He needed… What? He needed to clear his head. Walking helped with that. Down the riverbank he went, following the curves of the frozen river as it meandered ever downstream.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been walking when he started to shiver. He stopped and looked around, coming off autopilot. He was in the forest south of campus. His breath fogged in the air as he looked around. Tall leafless maples surrounded him. An owl called down at him from a high branch. There was no sign of civilization. He must have gone at least a mile past the edge of campus. Goosebumps ran up his arms and his breath fogged. Suddenly he was regretting the light jacket.

Just before walking back upstream something glittered in the moonlight, catching his eye. Curious, he walked over to it. It was small and nestled in a pile of leaves near a tree trunk. Austin walked over and knelt, brushing the leaves aside. He pulled a small silver cigar case out of the dirt. He wiped it clean and held it up to examine in the moonlight. It was engraved in elaborate leaf patterns and on the front, there was a carved scene of a hunting dog chasing two pheasants. Austin flipped it over in his hands. How had something like this ended up out here? He used his shirt to clean off as much of the dirt as he could.

After examining the case for several minutes, Austin found a small button on the underside. He pressed it, and the case popped open with a metallic clink. There weren’t any cigars inside. Instead, a thin silver rod popped up. It extended a few inches above the cap of the case. There was a ring-like golden dial on the neck of the rod and a small golden button on the top. The ring had an arrow on it which lined up with a series of numbers engraved around the circumference of the rod. 0, 1, 10, 100, and 1,000. The arrow was currently pointing to 10.

What the hell was this thing? The rod was stuck firmly in the case and would not come out. Austin shrugged, and pressed the golden button. There was a bright flash, and suddenly… suddenly things changed. When he’d pressed the button, he had been standing. Now he was suddenly kneeling in front of the tree again. His hand was outstretched, just about to grab the cigar case, which was somehow buried in the dirt again. Austen blinked. What the fuck just happened?

He hesitated, then pulled the cigar case out of the dirt again. He cleaned it once more and popped it open again. It looked just like it had before. He hesitated, then turned the gold ring from 10 to 1. There was a clicking sound as it rotated, but nothing else happened. He pressed the button.

There was a bright flash. He was suddenly holding the cigar case in his shirt again, wiping it off. “What the fuuuck…” he whispered out loud. He cleaned off the case for the 3rd time and pocketed it. He began walking back upstream towards his school.

That was… That was very weird. Did he have hypothermia or something? Was he daydreaming? He shook his head and pulled the case out of his pocket again. He turned it over in his hands as he walked, then opened it once more. 0, 1, 10, 100, and 1,000… Could it be… Was this… Was this thing sending him back in time when he pressed the button? He stopped walking. The ring was still set to 10. He turned it back to 1. He then looked around himself, taking in his surroundings. When he felt like he had a good idea where he was, he pressed the button.

There was a bright flash. He was walking up the river. He looked around. He wasn’t where he was before he pressed the button. After a quick jog back up the river he found the place where he had been. “Holy shit…” he murmured.

Was he going crazy? He decided to entertain the possibility escort topkapı that he wasn’t. “Ok…” he said to himself. “So… If I’m not crazy… 1 sends me back a minute… 10 is ten minutes… So 100 is what? Like an hour and a half? And 1,000… That’s like… At least 10 hours… Then what the hell does 0 do?” He continued walking back towards campus as he mulled it over in his mind.

“Well… Only one way to find out…” He pulled the case out again and turned the dial to 0. He hesitated only a moment, then held his breath and pressed the button. Unlike before, the button remained depressed this time. And there was no flash of light. In fact… It looked like nothing had happened at all. Austen looked around curiously. Nothing. He shrugged, put the cigar case away, and kept walking.

It was a few minutes of walking before he got suspicious. He stopped and looked around. Something was off. He couldn’t quite place it… He strained his senses, trying to see or hear anything out of place. But everything looked normal, and he didn’t hear anything. Wait. He didn’t hear… anything… No insects, no owls hooting… Nothing… It was dead silent. Then he saw it.

“What the fuck…” he said, his voice tinged with concern as he looked ahead at the bird. There was an owl. About 100 feet in front of him. It was suspended in flight and hovering without moving a muscle about 6 feet above the ground. Austen’s heart beat faster as his eyes stayed glued to the suspended owl. It was like he was standing in a picture. It wasn’t just the owl. Nothing was moving. There was no wind. No crickets. No flies buzzing. No leaves falling or swaying in the breeze. Nothing. He scrambled through his pockets and pulled the box back out. He flipped it open. The button was still depressed. His heart was beating fast. Somehow, the time-skipping hadn’t freaked him out. He was tiered, and his mind could almost pass it off as daydreaming. Like driving to work and not remembering how you got there. This though. There was no rationalizing this.

He let out a slow breath to steady his hands and his breathing. Then he pressed the button again. It went back to its original position and the owl started flying again. Everything went back to normal. Austen kept his eye on the owl and pressed the button again. It froze again. “It’s…” he said in disbelief. “It stops time!” He released the button once more and time resumed. He ran his fingers through his hair. “What the fuck is this thing?!”

He considered tossing it away or burying it. What if it was drugged or something and it was just driving him insane? But he didn’t. The tantalizing possibility of it being real made him keep it. His mind raced as he walked back towards campus. When he saw the faint lights ahead through the trees he stopped again and pulled the device back out. Curiosity overpowered cautiousness. He flipped it open. The arrow was still set to 0. He depressed the button stopping time, then kept walking.

Austen looked around in amazement as he walked back onto campus. Moths hung suspended in mid-air in silent clouds around the lights. Most things looked the same. The occasional animal or insect was the only hint that it wasn’t just a silent windless night. He worked his way back towards the dorms. Then he saw a person. Two of them. Two women. They were frozen mid-step on the path in front of him. He walked closer.

“Hello?” he called as he approached. There was no answer. He stepped up so he was only a few feet away from them. It was a big campus. He’d never seen these two girls before. He looked over them. They were looking at each other while they walked. One was smiling a wry smile and the other looked like she was frozen in the middle of laughing. “Hello!?” he said louder. No response. He waved his hand in front of their faces. No response.

His heart beat faster. He reached out and tapped the smiling girl on the shoulder, wincing as he did so. No response. He bit a finger. What the fuck was he doing? He jogged away from the pair and hid behind a tree. He was sweating. He could hear his heart pounding. With shaky hands he pulled out the device and pressed the button.

Sound leapt back to his ears. Crickets. Wind. The laughter of the girl on the path. He peered at them from behind his tree. They kept walking. There was no indication the pair had seen him or felt his tapping.

He stopped time again and the pair froze once more. He needed to experiment. He walked up behind the pair and jabbed the laughing one hard in the ribs. No response. He ran back to his tree. He restarted time. The pair kept walking and laughing. She hadn’t felt the jab.

He exhaled a shaky breath. His mind was racing. This was unreal. Things like this didn’t happen. He paused time again and breathed deeply to calm himself. He continued walking back towards the dorms with time paused. He was almost there when another person caught his eye.

There was a woman jogging. She was beautiful. She was short bayan escort ümraniye with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that was suspended mind-swoosh. She had earbuds in and was holding her phone as she jogged. Despite the chilly night air, she was wearing leggings and a sports bra. Austen walked close to her. He looked her up and down. He’d never had the chance to stop and stare at such a beautiful woman before. Sure, he’d seen pretty girls. But pretty girls never wanted anything to do with him. If time were going, he’d have seen this girl for a few seconds as she jogged past. Now, he was able to take the time to observe her as much as he wanted. He drunk in her beauty. He walked around her in a slow circle, looking at ever curve of her fit young body.

Before he knew what he was doing he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. His heart pounded. He rubbed her shoulder a bit; up and down. He’d never touched a girl. Not really. Not more than a quick hug. He brushed his hand up and down over the soft skin of her upper arm as he continued gazing at her. Her eyes were a bright blue. He was close enough that he could see the makeup on her face. There wasn’t much, but it was there. Her lips glistened in the lamplight.

Austen’s pants bulged with his raging boner. His hand drifted up her arm, then across her collarbone… then down… He brushed the tips of his fingers over the top of her cleavage. It was so soft. He felt his cock twitch as it released a big glob of pre into his underwear. She was so beautiful. She felt so good. He was so horny. He grabbed her breast and massaged it. Fireworks went off in his head. It was so soft and malleable, even though the fabric of her sports bra. He moaned at the sensation.

Then he froze and stepped back; fear and apprehension jumping into his head. Shit. What was he doing?! What if she realized when he unpaused time?! He could… he could just wind it back a few minutes… but… but what if it didn’t work? What if it stopped working? He ran away from the jogger and hid behind a hedge, then held his breath and unpaused time. The jogger continued jogging; seemingly none the wiser to his short groping session. Holy fuck. He’d gotten away with it! A warm feeling washed over him as a strong sense of power coursed through his mind.

What would happen if… With time still paused, Austen held up the device and spun the dial from 0 to 1. As he did so, the button popped back up but time did not resume. He pressed the button. There was a flash, but he stayed exactly where he was. The world however jumped back a minute. The jogger went was suddenly several hundred feet back up the lane. And time was still paused. “Ok…” Austen said, a plan slowly forming in his mind. He unpaused time and watched for a minute as the jogger jogged past him. Just as she passed him he paused time again.

He walked over to her. He grabbed her arm by the wrist and bent it behind her back. He pulled her other arm around her chest. Tilted her head to the side. All around messed up her stance. He then returned behind his bush and pressed the button. Flash. She was up the road again. Unpause. She continued jogging and jogged well past him this time. Pause.

It worked. He could do whatever he wanted while time was paused. Then, when he was done, he could just back time up a minute before unpausing it; undoing whatever he had done while time was paused. Yes. This was amazing.

With time still paused he came out from behind his bush and approached the frozen jogger. “Hello there beautiful!” he said as he circled the woman. “I bet you’d never talk to me. A girl like you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with a guy like me.” He stopped in front of her and smirked. “Can’t ignore me now, can you?”

He straightened her arms down to her side and then picked her up by the waist. It felt… weird… just doing this in the middle of the sidewalk. He carried her off the path, behind a building, and into some bushes. He laid her on the ground and straightened her limbs into a laying position. The sense of power was overwhelming. He lifted her arms up then pulled her sports bra off over her head. He ogled her beautiful breasts. They were much bigger than he expected. The sports bra made them look smaller. They were beautiful. Plump and round. Her nipples were hard. From the cold, probably.

It only took him a few seconds to go from looking to touching. He grabbed a breast in each hand and massaged them around. He could feel her hard nipples pressing into his palm. “Oh fuck… you feel so good…” he moaned. His cock was rock hard, pressing tightly against his jeans.

With one hand still groping a breast he clumsily used the other to unbutton his pants. As soon as he grabbed his dick and freed it from his underwear, he lost control. The sensation was too much. He moaned as he shot his cum across the jogger’s breasts. It fell on her skin in thick ropes that stretched from her bellybutton to her jawline.

As bayan escortlar his orgasm crested and subsided logic returned to his mind and he stared down at what he had done. He’d dragged a girl into the bushes, ripped her top off, groped her, and sprayed cum across her tits. “Ohh fuuck…” he whispered. If this didn’t work… if the cigar box didn’t work this time he… he didn’t know what he’d do.

He quickly fumbled through his pants and pulled out the care. Shaky hands flipped the case open and pressed the button. The girl and her top vanished. His cum remained behind, suspended in midair in the still frozen time. He was alone behind the bushes. Well. That’s something he hadn’t thought about. Still, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was lucky this time he supposed. His cum was just behind some bushes. That was fine he guessed.

He stood up and walked back around the building. The jogger was back up the road again. Her top was on. She was in the middle of jogging. He hid once more behind his tree. Unpause. He watched as the girl kept jogging; none the wiser to the events that had just transpired. Austen let out a deep sigh of relief.

He let time continue and headed back to his dorm. He needed to think about all this. It was… Amazing. He’d never felt this way before. He felt excited. Powerful. Exhilarated. He smiled as he swiped his card and entered his dorm.

Once back in his room he laid on hos bed and let out a contented sigh. He turned the cigar box over in his hands absently. He’d never touched a girl like that before. Sure, he practically creamed himself when a girl hugged him and he could feel her breasts press against his chest, but he’d never been allowed to intentionally touch a girl. It had been amazing. Maybe… Maybe now he’d have more confidence to talk with someone for real? Now that he had more experience? Yeah! Maybe that would work. He smiled, then went to bed with a sense of hope he hadn’t felt since starting college.

~the next day~

Austen sat alone at a table in the cafeteria. He absently poked at his food while he looked around. Why did girls always travel in packs? Maybe he could talk to one girl alone, but how would he even approach four or five of them? They’d just think he was a creep…

He picked up his tray and walked around. There was one large seating area with dozens of tables where most people ate, plus several smaller eating rooms with 5-6 tables each. Austen went from room to room, trying to find a girl alone who he could approach and talk to.

Finally he found what he was looking for. It was a smaller room in the rear of the cafeteria. There were no windows in this room. Only four tables. Two of those tables were occupied. At one sat a guy with a large set of headphones on bent over a laptop. At the other was a beautiful woman. She had long red-brown hair that was tied in an elaborate braid. She was wearing a white and pink flowered blouse that displayed an ample amount of her large bosom. Austen’s brief excitement about finding a girl alone was replaced by crippling nervousness as he took I how beautiful she was. He pulled out the device and prepped it for 1 minute re-wind.

As normally as he could he walked over to the girl. She was holing her phone in one hand and absently snacking on some fries with the other. Austen walked up and stood next to her. “Uhh… Hi!” he said.

The woman looked up at him. Already Austen saw a look of annoyance wash over her face. How had he fucked this up already?

“What?” she said with a deeply annoyed tone.

“Uh… I was… could I… sit and have lunch with you?” Austen managed to stammer out.

The girl looked around. “There’s plenty of free tables…”

“Y-yeah, but I wanted to… talk to you…”

The woman raised her eyebrow as gestured at her phone. “I’m busy…” She gave him a disgusted look as she turned away from him.

Austen pressed the button. Flash. He was back at the door and stepped around the corner out of sight. His heart was racing. He’d done it. He’d talked to a girl. It hadn’t gone well, but he’d done it. And now he’d undone it. So… There was no embarrassment! He smiled. As far as little-miss-redhead was concerned they’d never spoke. He smiled. Holy shit! This was just like quicksaving in a video game! We could try again! He could get all the practice he wanted!

A sense of confidence welled up in him and he strode into the room and back over to the woman. As soon as he opened his mouth though, his confidence evaporated, and he just let out a squeaky “h-hi there!” The woman looked up at him with even more revulsion than the first time.

Press. Flash. Ok. He took a deep breath. 3rd time’s the charm. But it wasn’t. Nor was the 4th, 5th, or 6th times. In no attempt did Austen get more than 3 words out before the woman looked at him with either annoyance or disgust.

Once back out of line of sight for the 7th time he paused time. Fuck! Why was this so hard! Why was he so intimidated by her?! He looked around the corner. She was frozen there, a fry halfway to her mouth. He strode over to her and yelled at her frozen face “why don’t you like me you stupid cunt!” He was so frustrated. He slapped her. Her head jerked to the side and remained frozen in the new position.

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A Visit to New England Part I

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Every summer her family rented a house for a week on the ocean. They typically planned for one of the last weeks of summer so the cold Atlantic would have had time to absorb what warmth it could from the few hot summer days that Maine could muster. Near the end of August many of the tourists would have left leaving the beaches nearly vacant. Early in the morning and later in the evenings when the cool ocean breezes made the air too chilly for the non-natives…this was the time she would run.

The beach was long and at low tide she could run the sandbar to a small island. She would see only a few people and as she ran she would amaze at how unbelievable it was for her to have this piece of the world all to herself. The salt air, the water licking at her bare feet, the unpolluted air filling her lungs and the absolute freedom of running without boundaries allowed the stresses of the year to be washed away with the tides.

Running allowed her time to think of things forbidden. Work and the routine of family rarely came to mind. Whether she was running over sandbars or through the apple orchards near her home she allowed her mind to play in ways it could not at other times. The sound of her feet hitting the road or the soft, rhythmic patter of her feet in the sand lulled her into the fantasies of her friends. Here she would imagine and dream of the friends she had met on line and run her chats through her mind looking forward to the long, hot bath that awaited the end of the run. In the bath she would bring her mind game to its’ peak.

It was late in the day, this summer twilight making the ocean appear dark and mysterious. It was getting colder and she could almost feel the autumn air start to flow through her hair. She rarely ran with her hair tied up. She liked to feel it flow and the bounce of her curls down her back helped establish the pace that would take her on her journey.

This evening her mind played with a friend she had never met. They had chatted briefly on line and exchanged emails but never had the chance to fully engage in a complete discussion about şişli escort anything. He had written some stories for her and the stories stayed with her long after she had read them. As she listened to her feet hit the sand and felt the curls dance down her back she thought of her new friend. Her friend knew where she was. She had described this place to him thinking he would like it. She liked knowing he knew where she was and what she was doing. It made her feel connected to him in some way.

Thinking of him and the words he had written made her think of the bath that awaited the end of this run. Her husband and children were in town for the evening and she didn’t expect them back until late. She imagined running into the cottage, peeling off her shorts and tank and then sinking into her hot bath. This was her favorite place to play. The hot water, privacy and slippery assistance of soap and oils allowed her hands to slide freely over her body.

However, at the end of this beach something made her stop short. Instead of turning left to the cottage she paused and concentrated on something she thought she saw. At the end of this beach of was an old fort. It was getting dark and she wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not. She thought she saw a person standing in the shadows of the lower level of the ruins. The fort was locked but the outer perimeter was still used as a picnic area for visitors. She was right, she saw a man as he started to step outside the shadows.

She had no idea why but she was convinced she knew this man. He was older than she was, only a few inches taller than her and slight build. He looked strong and carried himself well. Knowing she should take her left she stepped forward despite her mind questioning about why. She was closer to him now and even more certain she knew him. He had sandy brown hair and a full beard. She never met anyone with his description but still she knew him. She couldn’t place where or how still but she felt like she was meeting a friend.

Wishing she wasn’t so sweaty and hoping her ümraniye escortu clinging shorts and tank were not distasteful she continued her steps toward him. He was looking at her like he knew her too. He had a small smile and it all clicked when she heard him say “hi Meg.” His voice had a strong but soft gentle southern accent. She immediately imagined what it might be like to hear him speak with his mouth near her ear. His soft tones on the telephone had made her shiver a bit when they spoke on the phone and she wondered how she would feel if he moved closer to whisper to her now.

Reaching her hand towards to him, she took his hand in hers and gently pulled him toward her to give him a welcome hug. He smelled clean and fresh and she wished now more than ever she smelled of her bath oils as opposed to salt air, sand and the perspiration from her run.

He seemed to not mind too much though. He let his hands move up her back, his fingers walking up her spine finally catching a hanging curl. She felt his warm breath on her neck, as he seemed to inhale what was new to him. She stepped closer taking her hand out of his so her hands could fully return the hug. As she expected his whisper sent chills down her spine as he whispered in her ear “nice to meet you Meg.” She whispered back how nice it was to meet him too.

She had expected to be afraid of him or anyone other than her husband. She wasn’t though as she led him to the cottage. Turning to face him, she thought nothing of peeling the tank off her body in full view of him. Her arms reaching behind her, she unclasped her sports bra allowing her full breasts to be released in his view. Her hands moving down her sides, she slipped her hands under her shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor. Standing before him in just her panties she watched his eyes move over her body.

She was surprised to feel such a sense of urgency with him. She could see it in his eyes as well as she moved to him. He pulled her close to him and his mouth found hers. The kiss started as soft and probing but intensified quickly. escort bayan nişantaşı Their tongues played and neither seemed to be able to get enough of the other. Softly nipping his lower lip her fingers reached to feel their kiss. His mouth was so sweet and the kiss deepened for both of them have his hands moved up her sides to her breasts. Taking quick gasps, they continued their kiss as her nipples hardened under his palms. Her lips, her breasts and her pussy were aching for him.

Reading her mind, he trailed one hand down to the soft, most patch between her legs. His fingers moving, stroking inside her forced her to lean against him as her knees weakened. The soft moans that escaped from her in their kiss told him how much she wanted him. Her hand reaching down and stroking his cock, there was no doubt of his want. He was hard and full in her hands. Her thumb over his head, she used his pre cum slide her hand down his shaft. He moved his body closer to her and they were soon stroking each other in a rhythm that seemed innate and natural to both of them.

His cock felt heavy and hard in hands as she stroked. He was hot, pulsating in his hands. She allowed her hands to move from his smooth head down and all the way down, lightly touching and exploring all of him. Using both hands she cupped him, holding him firmly, moving her hands down and using both thumbs to massage and play. His mouth near her ear she could hear him breathing, his short breaths telling her how much he wanted to cum.

She led him to the sofa and pulled him down on top of her. She wanted to feel him inside her so badly. She couldn’t wait another minute. Looking up at him she watch him as he entered her. Her legs wrapping around his waist, she pulled him close as her hips rose to meet him. They were both so close to exploding. He filled her, fitting her beautifully. Moving deep inside her she could hear him talking to her, telling her he was going to cum. She was soaking wet and she could hear the sounds as he moved. Arching her hips to him she started to cum. She felt her pussy spasm around him and one last deep push inside her; he seemed to melt into her.

Closely they held each other for a minute while their orgasm subsided. Slowly he pulled himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. They smiled and without speaking agreed it was a very good day.

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A Trip to the Lake Ch. 01

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I pick you up on a Friday afternoon. You have taken off work early, and we both have the weekend to be together. I arrive at your apartment at 3:00 and you have just got there. But you are already packed, and we put your suitcase and bags in the back seat of the truck and load up and head out to the lake.

You are still wearing your short skirt, heels, and hose from work. Because you know that I just entirely adore the way you look and feel when you are dressed like that. You snuggle up next to me on the bench seat, put your arm around my shoulder and turn slightly toward me.

I lay my free hand on your leg and feel the silky nylon beneath my hand. You off and on tease my ears, my hair, and my neck with your fingers absently as we drive down the road. I run my hand up and down your leg, occasionally getting to the bare skin between the stocking top and your silky panties. I can feel you quiver as I touch the bare flesh at times.

The road is smooth, the truck is running good, and the boat is trailing behind like it should. We stop as it gets towards dark at a restaurant in a small town. We walk in, and find a seat to place our order. After we order, you excuse yourself to go to the ladies room. As you walk to the room, I watch everyone else in the room as all the men and most of the woman watch you walk to the ladies room. And then when you return, again, all eyes are on you.

I know what they are thinking. How beautiful that lady is, how classy she walks, what killer legs she has, and how lucky that clown is that is with her. And after I help you sit back down, by holding your chair, the other women realize that the reason such a classy lady is with that clown is that he is a gentleman and knows how to treat a lady.

After we finish our meal, and drink the last of our iced tea, you lean over to me, and place something in my hand and tell me to put it in your pocket. I do as you ask, then we get up, I pay the bill, and leave a tip, and we go mecidiyeköy escort to the truck.

As we walk out, again all eyes are on you, the classy lady in the heels with me.. I suppress the desire to turn around, grin, and holler out to them>> Yes, she is a lady, and YES, those are stockings she is wearing, just for me…..and yes SHE is with ME

I open the truck door for you; help you in, admiring your legs as you swing them into the truck. I can never get enough looks at those legs. As I close the door, I think I get a flash of bare womanhood and as I walk around to get into my side of the truck, I put my hand in my pocket where I put what you gave me, and take it out. Yes, it is what I thought, you black satin panties, that you had taken off in the ladies room, and Yes, it was a flash of bare womanhood that I did see. What a sensual, sexy, desirable woman I have as a most special friend.

As I start the truck, check out the lights, and maneuver the boat from the parking lot, you once again snuggle up against me. As we get on the road, I put my hand on your knee and start up that sexy leg. This time, you spread your legs and allow me to fully realize your womanhood is there for me to enjoy and to give you pleasure.

Now that it is dark, you turn around in the seat, kick off your heels, and lay down in the seat with your head and shoulders in my lap. Your arms around my neck. We steal a deep but careful kiss. I reach in the back seat of the truck and get a blanket that we brought with us just for this purpose.

You put one leg up over the back of the seat, and I run my fingers and hands all over your legs, your womanhood, feeling you react to my touches. We place the blanket over you, so that on one can see you. Not because we are in any way ashamed of the way you look, but because you are a lady and what we do together in private is our business only. Then I place my palm on your mound, and I begin to trace my fingers all over you. escort taksim Over your clit button, up and down your vagina lips, teasing, tracing, and getting deeper and deeper all the time. You cum in a shuddering orgasm that has been building all day in anticipation of this trip.

After you cum, you unbutton my shirt, one button at a time. Kissing and nibbling on my chest as you do. When my shirt is fully open, you unbutton your blouse, take off your bra, and crush your breasts to my chest. Then you slide up and start to nibble on my left nipple, me holding you with one arm like a suckling baby. And in between, I begin to finger you again and again. Once, Twice, Three times, your body writhes is ecstasy as I finger you to a screaming cum. You are flowing like a fountain of love, and I am making sure you keep flowing. And in between your alternately relaxing and quivering, I taste your love juices, and can only moan in anticipation of the trip. And think that this is only the appetizer, of so much to come in the next days. How we will engulf each other with our passions, desires, and wants and needs, and just being with each other, we tease online so much, but when we finally get together, it is awesome, mind boggling sexual pleasure, stolen yes, but oh so oh satisfying.

Then you unzip my pants to find my manhood. As I sit up, so you can pull them down, you gasp as you realize I am wearing the silk boxer shorts that I had told you I had, just for you.

You slowly run your tongue down my chest to my hardness. You lick it, tease it, hold it with one hand and slowly put your lips over the end of it. I am very hard, purple, throbbing in anticipation of your touches. And all this time, I continually finger you, and now we are getting hotter. You begin to suck up and down on me, enjoying the first hot drops of my pre-cum, and your hips are undulating back and forth, and I am now fingering you with two fingers, pumping you hard, deep and fast, as escortlar your mouth matches my hands on my hardness, stroke for stroke for stroke.

Your free hand caresses my balls with your fingernails lightly, teasing, cupping, as the desire builds and builds. Then I ask you to slow down, as I am getting close. Instead, you begin to suck and pump me harder and harder, and I finger you harder and harder. The sounds of your love juices and my fingers slapping against your skin, and your sucking sounds permeate the interior of the truck..

I tell you I am closer and you begin even more in earnest, then you slow down, stop, look up at me, look me in the eye, and tell me that you want me, now, all of me. Then you put your mouth back on me and start to suck me, up and down. I am fingering you, you are gushing, then I feel it, the first spasms of me about to cum.

I start to moan, groan, I holler loudly that I am Cumming. You clamp your hot lips around my shaft and just keep on sucking. Then the dams break, and I start to shoot load after load of hot, burning, lava hot cum out of the throbbing purple head of my penis. You hold your lips o me, sucking in and swallowing every drop, and as you do, I feel your body tighten against me as you begin to cum again. Your vagina clamps down on my fingers on the inside, drawing them in deeper as your hips push against them, and your legs squeeze together.

After I have unloaded I don’t know how much hot burning cum, you continue to lick and tease and take all of what I have given. Then you look up at me, wink, and say, “We have only just begun”. Because you know how much I like to hear Karen Carpenter sing on my CD.

We clean up, get ourselves presentable, and ride the last few miles to the lake motel with quiet conversation, laced with innuendos, light touches, and thoughts of the next 2 days together. Talking about how good each of us feels because of the others attentions and our mutual desire to quench each others desires and to please each other, as the times that we can get together will allow. And we take full advantage of every opportunity, to maximize our fulfillment of each other’s passions.

All this fun, and we still have not got the boat unloaded yet…

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Artistic Freedom

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“A private session? Private, as in–“

“One-on-one,” Professor Williams said, leading the way into the university’s atelier-and-drawing-studio multipurpose room. It was somewhat hidden in the back, behind many corridors and rooms full of workbenches, supply shelves and closets, arts projects, sculptures, busts, installations and paintings stacked upon paintings. Normally the halls were full of activity, but it was Friday evening just after 10 and everyone except Professor Williams seemed to have gone home already.

Well, everyone except Professor Williams and her favorite student. “Alice is a double major, has applied to be my research assistant and interns for an artist featured at the modern arts museum on the side. She politely asked me if she could have you for a more engaging and experimental private session, for a project to do with her internship and her thesis.” She glanced over her shoulder at me. “I told her you probably wouldn’t mind. You will be paid extra, of course, because of the unusual hour and the spontaneity of it all.”

“It’s not, uh… I mean, thank you.” I didn’t want her to think I was greedy. Really, sitting around naked or half-naked for an hour or two and being ogled by a couple of (mostly female) arts majors wasn’t hard work in comparison to, say, working at a warehouse. The university already paid more than fairly as it was. “It’s just unusual, isn’t it? The one-on-one thing, I mean?” I was used to more than twenty pairs of eyes staring at me over the brims of canvasses. I tried to figure out which one of them might have been this Alice chick who had picked me out of all the possible male models for her special little project.

“Well, her parents are generous donors to this school,” the professor said and threw me a meaningful glance which then softened a bit. “And also very demanding of their daughter, I must say. Very demanding. I have to admit, I have a bit of a soft spot for Alice. She is perfectly affable, clever and unbelievably disciplined for a nineteen-year-old but hopelessly overworked, and she needs all the help and support she can get. I thought I might help her out this once. You really don’t mind I volunteered you, do you, Mr Morrison?”

“Not at all,” I shook my head. “What does this ‘engaging and experimental session’ entail, exactly?”

“She can tell you personally,” Professor Williams said with a smile and opened the door to the studio, gesturing for me to go in.

***

I was standing on the little oval pedestal, an empty wooden chair next to me. Seven spotlights were pointed right at me, making my skin prickle with warmth and sweat and blinding me from all sides.

The artist lurked in the darkness behind them. She hadn’t shown her face, merely called out from a little side room that I should take off my shoes and shirt and get on the pedestal. I had done so, thinking that she would step into the light sooner or later, maybe arrange my limbs and body around personally. That’s what Professor Williams had done the last few times.

Instead, she had told me to “just stay right there”, and then said nothing else at all. I had heard her move around behind the spotlights once or twice, maybe setting up an easel or something, caught a shadowy outline and movement — that was all.

Alice was making this session a mystery. It was irritating and slightly rude.

It was also undeniably special. Tense, in a good way. A little exciting.

We were most likely the only two people in the entire building at this hour. I was a tall man, strong and defined by muscles — perfect for modeling, really. Judging by the sound of her voice and the lightness of her step, she was probably one of those waif-like women, delicately built, weaker than me in any case. If we had been able to see each other, I would clearly have held the upper hand as I did in every one-on-one interaction with any female, whether we wanted it or acknowledged this fact or not.

Instead, she decided to keep me on my toes, keep me guessing. Was she watching me from the side? Looking into my eyes? Sliding her gaze down my pecs or my muscled arms? Watching the ripple of my abdominal muscles as I breathed, following the V until it disappeared into the waistband of my jeans? Or was she standing behind me? Appreciating the way my jeans hugged my ass? I couldn’t help a smile when I imagined her watching me, being affected by me.

“Sit,” her voice suddenly rang out from somewhere to my left. I turned my head but saw nothing beyond the blinding white halo of the spotlights.

I pulled the chair into the center of the pedestal and sat down. “How do you want me, baby doll?” I asked into the darkness, intentionally lowering my voice to a sexy, slow drawl and tacking on the endearment just to lay it on thick.

There was no answer for a full minute. I almost thought she might have left.

“You are at home,” she said eventually instead of giving me proper directions.

I rolled my eyes. Okay, now the power game was getting fatih esc on my nerves a little. Perfectly affable, my ass.

At home, huh? “Well, then.” I got up again, undid the button, unzipped the fly and shoved my jeans down to my ankles so that I was only in my underpants. Then I stepped out of the puddle of fabric, sat down again, slouchily draping myself over the chair, one arm dangling over the backrest, legs spread nice and wide as if I was on my sofa, in front of my TV. And because there wasn’t a beer in my hand despite the fact that I was at home, I slid the free hand into my underwear and cupped my cock. “Home, sweet home,” I called into the studio’s apparent void.

There was another long pause. Just before I could pull my hand out again — because really, I was being a bit of a dick — I heard, “Don’t move.”

No ‘please’, no ‘try not to’, no ‘if you can’. “Demanding,” I commented and tried to not feel weird as I sat there with my hand on my cock, my knuckles and fingers clearly outlined by the tight but stretchy material of my flesh-colored boxer briefs.

“Quiet,” she said.

I pressed my lips together to stifle my next comment and only laughed through my nose. Very demanding parents, very demanding daughter.

Uncounted minutes passed. I sat with my eyes half-mast against the unrelenting glare of the spotlights, drops of sweat rolling down my neck and back, and regretted my boldness a little. I wondered if Professor Williams would ever ask Alice exactly how the picture she was currently drawing — maybe? I had no way of knowing if she was actually busy, or even still in the bloody room — had come about, and if I would have to find myself a new side job soon on account of being a fucking pervert. There was a fine line between art and porn. It was sometimes blurry, but it was there.

Also, I kinda wanted to touch myself properly. My cock was ready and a little voice in the back of my head kept egging me on. Do it, see what happens. See how she reacts.

Would she watch? Would she keep drawing? Let me have at it for a minute and then tell me not to move?

Would I comply?

“You can take a short break,” Alice’s voice called from behind me, and suddenly all the spotlights went out at once, leaving me blinded by the darkness. I sat up, stunned to be robbed of my sense of sight.

I flinched when something cold touched my arm.

“It’s water,” she said, and I groped for the bottle, found the cap already unscrewed and drank greedily. I moaned at how good the cool water felt going down my throat.

“So, is this your shtick? Leaving the sitter literally in the dark?” I asked and wiped my mouth with my arm. My eyes were starting to adjust. There was a bit of light coming in through the windows, even with the curtains pulled shut. The lights were on in the next room and the door was a bit ajar.

“It creates tension that’s interesting to capture,” she defended.

I lifted my hands even though she wouldn’t be able to see it. “Not criticizing. It’s just an unusual idea. Gotta say, I kinda like it.” It was definitely more interesting than the run-of-the-mill ‘strike this pose’ and the tension she had mentioned was undeniably there.

“You are very sure of yourself,” she said, just a little reproachfully.

I grinned to myself, sitting there in nothing but my underwear, toned body covered with a sheen of sweat. “Well, yes.”

“Do you want to go on?”

I got up, felt my way to the edge of the pedestal with the naked soles of my feel, put the now-empty water bottle down on the floor and gingerly made it back onto the chair. “Bring it on, Miss Alice.”

I expected the lights to go on again. Instead, I heard a step behind me and then felt something brush against my face. I flinched back and ducked to the side, dodging whatever that was. “What the-!?”

“I’m bringing it on, Mr Morrison,” her voice rang out from right behind my chair. “Now hold still.”

I swallowed and forced myself to sit upright and to stop fighting. A soft material that smelled of something flowery and pleasant laid itself over my eyes and pulled tight against my face and the tops of my ears. She made a knot at the back of my head. A blindfold. I felt her fingers brush against my hair and my scalp prickled a little. “Kinky,” I remarked, my voice a little rougher than I wanted.

“You’ll leave that there,” she said, already turning away because she knew I would do what she said.

And I would.

It was crazy, but it set my blood to a low boil — both the order and the obedience.

“Relax your arms.” I did, putting my hands on top of my thighs.

She switched on one of the spotlights — I could see the shimmer through the dark blue material of the blindfold and felt the warmth against my right side — and rummaged around the room for a bit. Eventually, she placed something heavy right in front of me on the pedestal. A chair or a stool. She sat on it. I heard the rustle of clothes, the creak of leather.

My sarıyer esc skin shivered as if touched by hundreds of feathers, really reacting to her sheer closeness. It was as if I could feel her looking at me — and not just looking, but looking. I thought I could even sense how the air was moving through her breath. Again, the guessing game began. Which part of me was she looking at? Which part was she caressing with her eyes right now? Did she like what she was seeing? If so, how much?

I strained my ears. The spotlight was buzzing and humming softly from the side. The heel of her shoe clicked as she set it down — crossing or re-crossing her legs, maybe? There was the soft scrape of pencil or charcoal against the paper of a sketch-pad, and the occasional swish of fingertips as they smudged and blurred the lines to add shade or depth.

But there was also something else. I could swear I heard a wet sort of sound, like soapy hands rubbing together, or like a sloppy, slick little—

“Oh, my God,” I murmured and felt my head tilt to the sky in baffled disbelief as the reality of the situation sank in. “Alice-“

“Shhh,” she admonished. The sound trembled – because she was so agitated, because she was moving her hand so fast, jostling her own body, making her own abdominal muscles twitch with the sensation, because she was breathing too hard to speak evenly. Her puffs of air were so obvious now although she tried to keep silent. She was panting softly. How long had her fingers been busy already?

I pictured her, not even five feet away from me, her eyes fixed on me unwaveringly, one hand sketching me, the other in her panties between her spread legs, working the wetness around there until it bled through and showed as a darkening, round little patch on her white cotton panties, the skin of her face and her throat and neck covered in sweat from the spotlight and from the exertion of keeping quiet for so long, her lower lip clamped so between her teeth it would be plump and red as a cherry once she let it go.

Was she playing with her clit? Which finger was she using? Was she circling it or stroking it directly? Or did she shove her finger into her wet hole? One finger? Two? Three? How far? How hard?

My now-engorged cock jumped and strained in my underwear. I could hear her suck in a breath and the wet sounds became more frantic.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I moaned low, and got another trembling “Shhh!” in return. I ignored it for now.

“Tell me what you’re seeing, Alice,” I said. Pleaded.My cock was painfully hard by now. My hands itched to slide over to my bulge and provide some relief. “Describe it to me. What are you doing? What are you thinking? Tell me, I want to hear it.” I need to hear it.

“Keep quiet, Mr Morrison,” she bit out breathlessly.

“Tell me or I’ll take the blindfold off,” I threatened.

She inhaled sharply, maybe because her model’s disobedience frustrated and scandalized her, or maybe because she imagined what would happen if I went through with my threat and the idea excited her.

“Alice,” I said her name sternly and lifted my hand to the cloth that lay across my eyes.

“I see your body,” she hastily began, stopping me in my tracks. Something clattered to the floor. Her sketch pad and the pencil. “You’re beautiful and so big. I want to—to touch you and lick you everywhere. Feel how hard you are and how you taste.”

Lick. Hard. My cock jerked again in my underwear. I grabbed it through the fabric, sliding my foreskin up and down for some friction. “Yes.”

“But I’m not allowed to touch you,” she almost whispered. “If I ever touched you, I know you’d ravish me like the beast you are.”

I groaned. I was feeling really beastly right now but I didn’t want her to stop talking.

“You would push me down on the pedestal, onto all fours, and you’d hold my head down easily while you fuck my pussy with that huge cock.” She whimpers. The slick sounds get louder still. “I’d cry and beg but you wouldn’t stop. And the others wouldn’t help me, either. They would watch us and make drawings of us.”

“Fuck, you kinky little slut,” I cursed. Of course she had to be one of those. Doing the watching all the time and lurking in the dark, wishing deep down for the tables to be turned on her, forcefully. Typical repressed, well-bred rich girl.

“I want to make a drawing of your hard cock,” she confessed breathlessly. “I want to draw it with the pre-cum dripping down-” She fell silent when I hastily lifted my hips off my seat far enough to shove my underwear down to my knees, making sure that she would be able to see the wet spot on the straining material. Then, I palmed my cock and gave it a hard tug and let my head fall back with a groan.

“Oh, God,” I heard her hiss. “God, yes. Harder.”

Dutifully, I jerked my cock with my fist, flicking the wrist at the slick tip, pulling the foreskin, pumping my hips slightly in countermotion. With my other hand I circled escort kız ümraniye the base to hold it upright and keep it pointed toward her so she could look her fill. I wanted her to take it all in. I imagined her watching shamelessly and hungrily, eating my throbbing shaft up with her eyes.

“You gonna come from watching me jerk my cock, kinky little slut?” I asked her. She mewled something unintelligible about veins and riding and her hole, and the sounds of her fingers pushing in and out of her overflowing pussy became almost comically loud and obscene. I thought I could smell her musk in the air.

Then she abruptly fell silent and I knew that the orgasm had gripped her so hard she couldn’t even breathe.

Only after many seconds did a long, high-pitched moan stutter out of her and she gasped for air like she had just run ten miles — or like I had just hammered into her for hours and exhausted her.

I pictured my fat cock shuttling in and out of and stretching her virgin hole — I somehow knew she had to be a virgin, all pretty and untouched, so pink and shaved smooth — and saw myself burying it to the hilt so that the head kissed her cervix. In my mind, she pushed against my stomach and my thighs with her small hands, leaving charcoal smudges all over my skin as she tried to make me slow down, begged me to be gentler even as her cunt sucked me in so readily and perfectly- “Oh, fucking– fuck-!” My hot cum spurted onto my stomach and thighs. The second pump dribbled down over my furiously working knuckles and dripped onto my balls.

Spent, I took in big gulps of air and let the aftershocks run through my body. Eventually, I wrestled off the blindfold, squinted and rubbed my bleary eyes.

The chair in front of me was empty except for a glistening wet spot made of sweat and pussy juice at the front edge of the seat, and there was a broken bit of charcoal on the floor of the pedestal.

With a satisfied smirk that wouldn’t leave my face, I got up to collect my clothes, searched the pockets for a tissue which I could use to mop up my jizz, then put the clothes back on — leaving the underwear with the wet spot lying on the pedestal. She could keep it.

As I was leaving, my eyes fell on the lone easel that stood in the room. I went to it and turned it toward the light of the spotlight so I could see the drawing.

It was me, sketched in quick but sure strokes, with my hand down between my legs, stroking the hidden semi-erection there. My whole body was depicted in detail that went past mere depiction, exuding exactly the kind of confidence and comfortable tension I had felt. The face was cloaked in shades and darkness but the feelings were obvious even without a facial expression.

Fuck me, she was really good. There were more canvasses stacked behind that one and down on the floor, but I didn’t look at them. I had a feeling that, sooner or later, I would run across them in some vernissage.

“Next week?” I called out into the room, counting on the fact that she would still hear me wherever she was hiding this time. “Same time, same place?”

Dead silence. I wondered if I would show up here next week regardless of confirmation, just on the off chance that there would be a sequel to this — because fuck I wanted that sequel. Also, I really wanted to see that one picture she had drawn of me blindfolded while playing with herself. I wanted to see if I could spot her elevated heartbeat in the drawn lines of that sketch, or the very moment her iron control had broken.

“Be punctual,” her voice came from somewhere behind the spotlight just as I put my hand on the doorknob.

I huffed a laugh. “Or else what?” I asked, and laughed again when she didn’t reply except by closing the door to the side room behind herself.

***

Friday evening, 10pm. Professor Williams didn’t accompany me this time. The empty halls with the flickering overhead lights were almost spooky but I was too keyed up to care.

The entire week, I had dreamed and day-dreamed about last Friday. My brain was stuck on the mystery, had latched on to it hungrily and gorged itself on it. I had searched for audioporn online to somehow recreate the feeling — and found hundreds of files full of wet sounds and little breathy moans and muttering — but it wasn’t the same. Every young woman I came across on or around campus turned into a potential Alice, but then it wasn’t her.

I couldn’t wait to meet the real Alice again.

I entered the lioness’ den and noisily shut the door behind me.

“You are late,” I heard her call. It was sweeter than any ‘I have missed you’ in my ears.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I called back and received no answer.

The spotlights were already on, and the chair was there again.

I threaded my way through the lights and the electric cables, stepped onto the pedestal and examined the object that lay on the chair’s seat, first with my eyes, then with my hands.

A round leather ring, like a collar for a small animal, clipped shut with fat, round silver buttons, and a metal ring fastened to it. A cock ring and harness.

I want to make a drawing of your hard cock, I remembered her saying. I want to see the pre-cum dripping down.

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All-Moist Christmas

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She came and went a few times. He stood there spying, smoking a cigarette and trying to work up the nerve. New York was blustery—December, and choked with cold. He’d been observing her for a week by then, rubbing his shoulders to ward away the cold, gawking up toward a window he imagined was hers. A few were draped in twinkling lights, glittering strangely majestic against the icy fire escapes. Unlikely hers. Hers would be bare.

She trudged up the sidewalk, catching his eye and he didn’t think, flicked the cig and crossed the street toward her. In the distance, a salvation army bell kept time with his determined footfall. She let him in, but only after he told her he had money. Said she didn’t do walk-ins, called him an asshole.

“Hurry up,” she said. “I have a client in an hour. Did Rita send you?”

He told her he didn’t know any Rita. Her apartment was spare and cold, no sign of Christmas anywhere. The place was even more destitute than he’d imagined. The floor groaned the way she paced on it, and she didn’t stop moving once while he stood there. He was nervous. She could tell. Her response was to be nervous herself. She told him to wash his hands.

“They’re the dirtiest part of the body,” she said, peering at him as though he’d try to contradict her. He didn’t—his mother, she used to tell him the same thing.

“I don’t want to have sex with you,” he said and coughed.

She found a cigarette, lit it. “Fine. Blow, hand job, touching?”

“Nothing like that,” he answered.

She picked something from her mouth, a piece of tobacco—took another drag and looked through the bottom of her eyes while gray smoke exhaled from her nostrils. “Look,” she snapped. “I don’t have time for games and bullshit. I don’t do kink.”

“Sorry,” he stammered. “It was a bad idea.”

He turned to go, and she looked after him. He’d jerked the door open when she expelled an annoyed sigh like a radiator on pressure release. “The fuck do you want?” Her voice on full was raw and frayed, and he froze.

“I’m a student.”

She took another drag. That time she blew the smoke-laden air overhead. “Yeah, so?”

“I’m a drawing and sculpture major at Embry Rice,” he said, staring at the floor. “I was wondering—”

“Aren’t you artist types supposed to be poor?”

“I can pay,” he said, misunderstanding, but addressing the crux.

She went to the kitchen, kicked her heels off toward a corner on the linoleum tile and ashed into the sink. She removed the drain stop, tossed it behind the faucet and turned on the water. One more drag, she stood in quiet contemplation before dropping the butt into the basin. She shut the faucet off, turned around and leaned against the kitchen counter. Without the cig to content her, she chewed her lips. They were pale and chapped. There it was. Her fingernails were red. They were chipped, but painted on her thumbnail was a tiny white snowflake. The humanity warmed him, if for only a moment.

“You really a student?” she asked.

He dug into his pocket for the slip of paper he’d prepared. “This is my phone number and student identification information.” He held it out. She looked away. He placed the scrap of paper on the dresser near the door by which he remained rooted. The dresser was covered in burnt-down candles, bobby pins, and blackened match sticks partially submerged in the hardened wax rivers that had flooded and froze to its surface.

“Fine,” she stated flatly. “It’ll charge like a blowjob. One-fifty.” She left the kitchen and crossed through the living room, removing her faded purple pea coat and unbuttoning her pants. “You want some kind of pose?” she asked.

“I wanted to draw you…with a m-man,” he stuttered.

Her jeans were pushed down over her hips, revealing an unattractive pair of white panties. She stopped and gazed quizzically at him. “What? Watch me fuck?”

“Well, see…”

She immediately hooked the belt loops and pulled her pants up. “I don’t need this shit,” she said. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“It’s not—”

She stomped toward him, nearly tripping over her pants legs. It served only to compound her fury. “Fuck you. I said, get out!”

Heart hinged on a note, then crashing with a thunderous beat in his chest, he turned, jerked the door open and fled.

**

She called him a week later. He’d tried to put the whole traumatic encounter far from his mind. Before the holiday chime went off in his pocket, he’d been listening idly to a pack of roving carolers, serenading the house across the street. His mind was awash in homesickness, candied movie-time memories of roasted chestnuts and some such. He didn’t recognize her voice. She nearly hung up.

“You’re not some sick-o?”

“No,” he mumbled, and his mind raced. “I wanted to just…draw something real.”

“You can’t draw a bowl of fruit like a normal artist-type?” The joke came from left-field. It was such a surprise, its delivery merter escort bayan dry and monotone, he didn’t know how to respond. She sighed. “You have to stay out of sight.”

“Okay,” he said.

“The client can’t know.”

“Should I—?”

“He can’t know!” she cut in.

“All right,” he said.

“This is a stupid idea. The client will be here at six. You have to get here early.”

“Okay.”

“It’s got to be early so I can figure this shit out.”

When he knocked, she was there instantly. Tore the door open and stood before him.

“One-fifty, okay? Count it out and put it in the dresser drawer. Don’t hand—just put it in the dresser.”

He shifted the sketchbook under his arm and retrieved the money from his pocket. She turned hastily, crossed the living room and disappeared into another room. The dresser’s top drawer was cracked. He shoved the wad of bills inside.

“Always before,” she called out. “That’s the way clients do.” He shut the drawer and stood stone-still. “What are you doing out there?” came her voice, tinged with nervousness.

“Just—nothing,” he said with a helpless shrug.

“Come in here.”

He went to the room—her bedroom—and stood in the doorway. His hands became unsteady and he shoved them into his pockets to keep from shaking. It was not from the cold. Her scent assailed his senses, and he swallowed hard. He saw her pea coat draped over the room’s only chair, and nearby a desk littered with cosmetics and makeup. Upon the desk, leaning against a wall was a mirror riddled with unlucky fractures. He imagined her splintered face within it, worrying to herself as she applied dark shadow to her tired eyes.

“What are you looking at?” she said, appearing suddenly from the closet.

“Nothing.”

“Will this work?” she said, and stepped away from the slatted doors which were flung open and clinging precariously to their hinges. Her clothing was pushed to the corners, and those of which were draped from hangers had been divided down the middle and shoved aside.

“Anyplace is fine,” he nodded.

She bit nervously at a fingernail. Her eyes darted from him to the bed, and back to the closet. “I swear to Christ, if you make a sound or do something—”

“I will not,” he said.

Soberly and with a sigh, she took a different tack. “This is a regular client. One of my only, okay? You have to…fuck. Just—you can’t make a sound.” She took a leaden step toward him. Unconsciously, he retreated in fear. But she brushed past him, worrying the living room floor en route to the kitchen. There she retrieved a stool. “You can sit on this,” she said upon her return, placing it between the parted sea of clothing.

“Okay,” he said.

“Okay.” Her eyes fell on the digital alarm clock partially concealed beneath a tattered silk slip. “He’ll be here in an hour. Fuck. Should you just come back?”

“If you want.”

She shook her head. “You might be late…he might be early. Fuck! You should get in the closet now.” Becoming increasingly rattled by her hypertension, he took a step forward. “No,” she said. “It’s too early.” She bit her lip, stopped, replaced flesh with fingernail and chewed at the remaining polish on her thumb. The tiny painted snowflake disappeared between her lips. She looked up suddenly. “Do you want some water? Or I have rum in the freezer.”

Before he could answer, she swept past him.

“Water’s okay,” he said in her wake.

He followed her to the living room but remained there, perched by the room’s anchor, an old brown couch and matching loveseat. She retrieved a pair of glasses from a cupboard, and inspected them a moment before placing them on the kitchen counter and reaching for the freezer door. “Shit. Did you say rum or water?”

“Either is—water’s fine.”

“I need some rum,” she interrupted. “Have some rum with me? It’s too cold…being like this.”

“Sure,” he muttered, not understanding.

The bottle of brown liquor was frosted cold. She unscrewed the cap and poured two fingers into each glass. “I should get a little eggnog,” she said, more to herself than him. Handing him a glass, she did not wait—took a quick slug and wiped her lips. “I have to get ready.” She swallowed the last drink and glared into the emptiness for a second. “I have to get ready,” she repeated, then sighed faintly.

She reappeared fifteen minutes later. He was sitting on the couch. “Where’s your glass?”

“I washed them. They’re put away,” he said.

She looked toward the kitchen as though unsure whether to take his word. She was different. Lots of makeup. Thick red lipstick. And despite the cold, she wore the slip he’d seen and a black bra. A skimpy faux-fur vest completed the look, but didn’t seem to keep her warm. Instead, she kept moving, retrieving her heels from the kitchen and pacing the floor.

“He’s ridiculous. Russian thing. He’s got a thing for escort anadolu yakası Russian women.”

He nodded and swallowed. He’d quickly come to the conclusion that she didn’t like it when he stared, so he tried not to, but it was difficult. He had trouble finding a suitable feature to place his agitated gaze. He was achingly curious about her. Dressed up to disrobe. Could she really do—?

There came a pounding at the door. Her face sank and she waved her arms wildly. He bolted to his feet, scuttled past her, forgot his sketchbook and when he glimpsed her face, he thought she’d scream or cry, or dive from the living room window. She followed him to the bedroom. He’d barely gotten himself inside the closet when she slammed the doors shut.

He could hear stuttered breath on the slats. “Not a sound. No matter what.”

He leaned back, carefully adjusted a single slat so that it brought the bed into view, and opened his sketchbook. She entered, leading a large bearded man by the paw. From within the closet, the artist’s throat suddenly went dry. He fought to keep from clearing his throat. His heart thudded dully, and it seemed as though the walls were pressing in on him. The weight of her scent off the clothing wrapped itself around him tightly. He covered his mouth and gagged until his eyes were wet.

A wholly inescapable reality crashed down upon him as the bed springs groaned. He stared out into her bedroom, cut into horizontal pieces by the slats. He’d made a horrible mistake. He couldn’t do this.

The client grumbled coarsely at her, and pushed her down on the bed. She made an awkward attempt to stand, but tripped and fell to the floor. She couldn’t be drunk, yet it was precisely how the mannerism portrayed her. Gingerly, she clutched the side of the bed and got to her feet. He shoved her again, and she fell onto the mattress with her ass facing him.

From within the closet, the artist’s temples swelled and beat a fiery pulse. His moistening palms clenched themselves into fists. You do not know her world, he complained inwardly, forcing his hands to relax. He concentrated on his breathing, steadying it and running his fingertips over the smooth white page on his lap. Stay detached, he told himself. Easier said than done.

Her slip concealed little. “I’m going to fuck the tits off you,” came the man’s thick voice. It was not merely that he had a thing for Russian girls, he was Russian, the accent was pronounced. Then again, with his large crimson cheeks, a nose blushed by cold and drink, and the great white beard, the artist got a sardonic notion that the man might make his home somewhere farther to the north.

She moaned when his large paws kneaded her hips. He pulled at her, smashing her ass against his crotch. Then he shoved her with his thrust, and caused her to fall off the bed once again.

It was perverse. She behaved as if fluid, dizzy. Like a doll. She’d grope at the bedspread, and the moment she seemed to have steadied herself, he’d grab and shove and compromise her balance. It was entirely an act, his means of awakening. Thrust and push. He rubbed his crotch and sneered at nothing in particular. They’d neither of them shed a piece of clothing—she was helping him to get it up.

She groaned when he pushed her body down on the bed, leaning on her with all his weight as if he meant to drown her within the mattress. He got off her and slapped her ass until it colored. She cried for it. He grabbed her hair and made her look.

“See this?” he said, indicating his crotch. “I’m going to use all this inside you.”

He pressed her face into the mattress, and smeared her lipstick over the bedspread and one of her cheeks. His hand remained on the back of her head, while his eyes traveled down the length of her body, resting finally on her ass. He slid his finger through the crotch of her panties, yanked and tugged until the fabric cleaved the lips of her vagina.

“There’s my pink stink,” he muttered, taking his hand from the back of her head and dropping to his knees. He stuck a pair of fingers into his mouth, pulled her underwear to the side and jabbed the digits at her pussy. He squished around and found her opening. She moaned dramatically when the two fat fingers sunk deep. He spat on her and pushed himself to the knuckles before wiggling his fingers inside her.

“Feels good,” he said, less as a question, more a statement of fact.

She moaned for him. He moved his fingers in and out, seemingly awed at the way her pussy gobbled and returned them slick and wet. “Just right,” he said.

Using her bottom as a crutch, he clambered to his feet, fished around in his pocket and retrieved a rubber. He tore the package open with his teeth, unbuttoned and jerked his zipper down. His pants fell of their own accord, and a pair of cold gray eyes hungrily consumed the body hanging askew along the edge of the bed. He dug his cock from beşiktaş esc within his underwear, fisted it and shook it, abusively. He frantically pulled the rubber from its sticky casing.

It looked like a bright red beacon when unrolled and clinging tightly to his cock, which stood straight out. Shaking it again, he coaxed it to anger and swell, the head purpling the rubber dome. He got to a knee, placed a hand on the bed and leant forward, using the other to guide his cock toward her slit.

“Dingle Bells…Dingle Bells,” he muttered, his thick voice mutilating the carol. “Dingle…all the way.” The sigh was deep.

The bright red phallus pushed past the taut white crotch of her panties, which lay astride her vulva. She moaned incredulously as he pushed with gritted teeth, the thing disappearing inside her. He was no more than halfway in when he lunged from his kneeling position, slammed forward and mounted her.

The head and foot of her mattress bent upward under his weight, and he groaned with supreme satisfaction, pushing himself up on fists and making good on his word to fuck her hard. His frenetic thrusts slapped hard against her ass. He made no attempt to touch or caress her, to grab her hips or even look up. His was a race, strictly between her cunt and his bright red appendage.

From within the closet, the artist stared down at the sketchbook. He was paralyzed. This is how you chose to spend your holiday vacation, his mind howled. These are the choices made when we can’t leave well enough alone. And speaking of being alone, you’re all by yourself, now more than ever. Reality charts a single course; it doesn’t duplicate and double back on itself, you fool. The odds of survival are stacked against everyone who dares tempt his fate. There’s no going back to what once was.

He lifted his weary head and allowed his vision blur. Stop clinging to the faint fantasy of a single boyhood memory. Put it to rest. Let it die.

The groans that bled through the slats and assailed him were those of a rutting animal. The man’s mouth was open, but the sounds he issued seemed hobbled to his throat—a lodged, gritty mass of phlegm and angst, rushed over by seething hot air passing through an overly taxed diaphragm—escaping as some half-growl, half-panicked cry.

“Yes, baby,” she said quietly, coaxing him. He didn’t require it. Needed no encouragement. His spend was prolific and the grunting reached a crescendo with a raspy cough, at which point his arms gave and he collapsed on top of her. Each involuntary last spasm came accompanied with a somewhat surprised sounding grunt, the cheeks of his ass going concave, relaxing, clenching again, two, three times.

When he arose, it was as though she was not there. His eyes bore a dull luster. He was facing the door, looking away, his sentiment cooling in a red balloon at the bottom of her bedside wastebasket. The door was shut before she’d smoothed the last wrinkles from her slip.

He guessed he should come out from the closet, but dared not touch the door. What’s more, she gave no word nor sign that he ought to move. Just sat there, staring blankly ahead. Her breathing was slow and controlled. Her hair was mussed, her face flushed. Otherwise, it may have never occurred.

“Come out,” she finally whispered. Only, didn’t seem as though she’d meant to. Her voice had caught, and a whisper’s all that escaped.

He got up and pushed the door open.

“You have to leave now.”

He did, without another word passing between them.

**

“What’s wrong with you, baby?”

His girlfriend looked utterly adorable in the stocking cap, her long brown hair cascading down over her bare shoulders and breasts. But even the smallish, elf-like ears that peeked out could not shake him from his reverie. Becky pulled the quilt over them, and continued to fondle his balls and stroke his cock. His mind was irretrievably elsewhere.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “Just a lot on my mind.”

She worried about him, he knew it. But he felt dark and dirty. “The invitation’s still open,” she said, gently nudging him. “My mom and dad want to meet you. Why don’t you just have Christmas with us?” She snuggled him closer. “Imagine us cuddled up by the fireplace, watching the snow fall…waiting for Santa Claus to sneak out and put some presents under the tree.”

I know Santa Claus. Santa’s a horny old man from Brooklyn, with a hooker on retainer. He didn’t say the words, but they thudded in his chest like an irregular heartbeat. He lifted his eyes and sought those of his girlfriend. They were warm, round and intelligent—jade compassion and forever twinkling. She was his for now, but how long?

He so wanted to love her. But he’d seen what love could do to a man—a man like his own father. In the throes of a young love, and then everything ended. So abrupt, so dispassionately.

He could barely visit him anymore, other than to pocket another tuition check. His father grew ever more despondent, dying from the heart out each day. Becky was a gift he couldn’t accept. Nor could he afford the price. Loving meant loss. And every day moved him closer to the one when she might leave. Of course, he’d lose her. He always lost.

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