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“Do you trust me?” Sandra murmured in my ear over the thumping music in the disco.

It was the third night of a seven day vacation, and it was our second trip to the clothing optional, all-inclusive Caribbean resort with a large group. The resort was unique in that it allowed, and even somewhat encouraged, open sexual activity between the guests. While many in the group were “lifestylers” (aka swingers) we were not. We enjoyed the group because we found the sexually charged atmosphere and the open minded and friendly people a lot of fun. We had a terrific time on our first trip; met a lot of friendly people, formed some new (non-swinger) friendships, and pushed our sexual boundaries. We spent most of the time there completely naked, participated in a few of the less wild activities, dressed up in sexy theme wear most nights, and even discretely had sex in public several times.

During our first trip we immersed ourselves in the erotic environment and saw plenty of public sex, but we both commented that the experience had been a bit tamer than we’d expected. For example, the roof-top Jacuzzi lounge, which opened at 3:00pm, was a place for open sexual activity, but we’d rarely saw such, except very late at night. Most happy hour afternoons at the hot tub were filled more with drinking and socializing than with public sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just a bit less wild than we thought it would be. We were prepared for more, and I think deep inside we were both a tad bit disappointed that we didn’t see it. Nevertheless we had a great time and had scheduled our second trip to the resort with the same group even before we’d left last year.

The months leading up to last year’s trip had been extremely busy. This year our schedules were less full.. Without saying so out loud, at least at first, we were both prepared to ramp up our experience. With more free time on our hands we used it to the fullest to get ready. We spent more time at the gym, watched our diets very carefully, and liberally used the tanning beds before our departure. Our attention to physical appearances extended beyond losing a few pounds and making sure that the tropical sun didn’t burn us in uncomfortable places. Sandra normally “groomed” me on a regular basis, keeping my abundant body hair trimmed down to short, enjoyable length. She also waxed the pubic hair off my cock and balls, making sure that I have no “dental floss” to interfere with her oral ministrations. For several months before our trip, she groomed and waxed me even more frequently, making sure that I was completely hairless everywhere she wanted me to be. I loved the attention of every primping session and the end result of smooth, bare skin all over my cock, balls and even around my anus. With her extra attention, I didn’t have a single strand of stray pubic hair, and she had trimmed the patch above my cock extra short to further increase any and every sensation that she might shower on me. Sandra often commented on her handiwork, “I like the way it makes your cock really stand out.”

Immediately before we left, she spent even more time than usual using the electric trimmer, neatening up every square inch of my body, chest, back, stomach, even my butt, arms and legs. It felt great and I loved the whole idea of looking as close to perfect for her as I could.

The extra pre-trip efforts didn’t stop there either. Our sex life went into high gear. We tried all kinds of new positions, made love multiple times per week (“Got to get into sex shape too,” we joked) and pushed a few boundaries at home. We took advantage of an empty house without the kids around as often as we could, and found all kinds of new uses for the kitchen table, the back porch, our hot tub, and the stairs as we made a point of having sex everywhere and every which way in the house that we could think of.

Far from exhausting us, each time we did something new, we got more energized and more determined to try another new thing, or push even farther. We delved deeper into Sandra’s exhibitionist streak, and she went out to dinner several times without panties so I could take advantage of her secret nakedness to bring her to orgasm under cover of a restaurant table cloth. One clothes shopping trip even included a strip tease by her for me in the dressing room, which was followed by a passionate release for both of us in the car before we left the parking lot. We spent several evenings teaching each other what specific touches and techniques were the most stimulating and we finally figured out how to use the electrostim toy that we have. We even enjoyed watching each other masturbate. By the time we left for our vacation, we had deepened our physical and emotional connection to each other, and we fired up for an extra sexy trip.

When we got to the resort, we jumped right into the naked and sexy fun. Many of the friends we made from our last trip were there again, and there were also plenty of new folks that we got to know bodrum bayan eskort quickly. Maybe it was just us, and all the fun we had getting ready for the trip, but the atmosphere felt significantly more charged than the previous year. It was just as friendly and laughter- filled as before, but the open sexuality was much greater than before.

On our very first afternoon at the hot tub there were multiple couples using the loungers for some pretty wild daylight sex. Excited by the edgy and erotic atmosphere and our pre-trip preparations, we jumped in to the amped sexuality with both feet. The first night we had noisy, wild sex on a bed out under the stars in a corner of Jacuzzi lounge while other couples did the same, and a large crowd partied in the nearby over-sized hot tub. On other occasions I enjoyed feeling Sandra’s hands around my cock, stroking me while we floated in the hot tub talking with our friends. She even covertly ducked her head a few times engulfing my cock for a mini blow-job mid conversation. I, in turn, returned her attention by secretly stroking her pussy as often as I could without interrupting whatever we were doing at the time, which was usually talking and laughing with other couples. Unlike the prior year, we somewhat more publically displayed our physical affection for each other, but kept our activities a bit hidden from view.

The new couples that we met and hung around with were also more openly sexual than those we met last year. Many of them were swingers to one degree or another. As candid as Sandra is about discussing our sexuality, the conversations often became quite explicit as she and whomever we were with talked about various blow-job techniques, favorite positions, the pluses and minuses of various toys, or what everyone liked best about his or her partner. In a place like that resort, such conversations were commonplace, and it was refreshing and stimulating to be so open and honest with relative strangers. All-in-all, the extra charged atmosphere this trip matched our own charge and we knew from the start that it was going to be a wilder week than we’d ever had. Little did I know how much.

****

“Do you trust me?” Sandra murmured in my ear again.

The costume theme of the evening was white night. She was dressed in an extremely short skirt (I’m not even sure if it could be called a skirt outside of the resort since it didn’t cover her butt) and a sheer see-through white top. Her luscious, tanned 34 DD’s were easy to see through the nearly translucent fabric and brushed up against me as she leaned into me, seductively whispering in my ear over the music in the disco.

I had on white scrub pants and a sort-of matching button down short sleeved shirt fully open to the waist. What I didn’t have on at Sandra’s insistence, was any underwear. I felt her hand on my thigh through the thin cotton. Each time she stroked my thigh, going higher and higher toward my crotch, my cock jumped. The result wasn’t a “bulge” in my pants. It was more like my hard cock was tightly outlined and obvious through the thin material. Sandra loved teasing me like that, and here at the resort because I knew how much she liked seeing me on display, I didn’t mind having an obvious hardon. As she breathed in my ear and kept stroking me, my head swirled in pleasure in time with the throb of my growing cock. The loose pants very quickly began to feel tight.

“Do I trust you?” Sandra’s question echoed through my mind. “Yes, yes. A thousand times, a million times yes,.” I thought in silent response.

I flashed back to everything we’ve done together and the incredible bond that we have. It is founded on an absolute trust in each other. I will do anything she asks; absolutely anything, but her question was a combination of temptation, promise and threat.

“What are you up to?” I wondered.

“Of course,” I smiled back and kissed her deeply, my hand caressing her nipple through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

“Good,” was her simple, answer. “Good,” she said again this time her voice was filled with sensual promise. “Let’s make a pit stop, and I’ll meet you at the door.”

We headed for the co-ed bathroom and split up to enter our separate stalls. When I came out Sandra wasn’t in sight, so I made my way to the front door of the disco to wait for her. In a minute I saw her approach with two oversized resort towels tucked under her arm. She took my hand and led us outside into the marginally cooler night air.

“We are we going?” I asked.

“Down to the beach,” Sandra answered.

“I thought it was a no-no to use the beach beds at night,” I said.

The beach was open to the general public and the resort rules disallowed any sexual activity there.

“As long as we’re not too noisy or attract attention, I learned that we won’t be bothered. Besides it’s dark and nobody will even know we’re there,” she said.

“Dark? It’s a full moon out tonight” yalıkavak escort I countered.

“We’ll be behind the curtains in the shadows. It’ll be fine. It’ll be fun,” she said squeezing my arm. “We’re going to meet Sheri and Diane and a few others at the beach beds,” she added.

In a moment we were almost at the sand.

“Really?” I said raising an eyebrow beginning to feel a bit unsure about this. It sounded an awful lot like we were headed for a swinger’s orgy, which was definitely out of my comfort zone.

Sandra read my mind, as she so often does and allayed my worries, “No, I don’t want to play with anybody else. You’re all for me, and I’m just for you,” she cooed. I could tell there was something she wasn’t saying as she kicked off her sandals and jumped into the sand.

“But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to show you off,” Sandra said with a twinkle in her eye. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek then ran across the sand for the beach beds leaving me speechless.

“Show me off? I wonder exactly what that means,” I thought as I walked across the sand toward the thatch-roofed beds. My heart was pounding, both from excitement and more than a little bit of anxiety. The beds she had disappeared into were on the front row, closest to the water. They were solid wooden structures consisting of a platform raised about 3-4 feet off the sand and large enough to hold about ten or twelve queen-sized mattresses side-by-side. The back “wall” of the structure was gauzy white linen and it was roofed by a combination of cloth and thatching. Each mattress could be separated from its neighbor by cloth curtains, but most of the time, they were pulled back to allow the breeze to blow freely across the whole area, and to facilitate socialization. At that time of night, despite the moon illuminating the beach, the inside of the beds was in deep shadow. I couldn’t see in as I climbed up the step leading to where Sandra had disappeared.

I was greeted by soft chorus of “Hey there’s” directed at me, and the clink of ice cubes rattling in glasses. Instantly I could tell that there were more people there than Sandra had described, and that they could easily see me. It almost felt as if they had been waiting for me. My heart rate jumped. I could also hear low moans and rhythmic creaking coming from all along the lengthy structure. Obviously there were multiple couples in there deep into carnal activities. Standing on the step at the edge of the structure, just outside of the bed where I was sure Sandra was, I was lit up compared to the murky interior. I felt like I was in a spot light for everyone inside to see. Just what she was hoping for I was sure, and not the end of whatever Sandra had planned.

As I began to step forward into the bed, her hand shot out from the darkness onto my hip, palm against me, stopping me. With her other hand, Sandra reached up, caressing my still hard cock through my scrub pants.

“Mmmm. I just love your hard cock,” I heard her say, loud enough that I was sure anyone nearby could hear. She continued to rub me. holding me in place with her other hand, leaving me spot lit in the moonlight.

“But these simply will not do,” she said next. And with a quick tug on the drawstring, Sandra loosened my pants and slid them down to my ankles. My cock bobbed free, standing out like a flag pole in front of me for everyone to see. I heard people moving in the gloom of the beds. Were they all staring at me, or was this a show just for the two of us? There was no way to tell.

“I really love your hard cock,” I heard from her again, perhaps even a little bit louder this time. Sandra was rubbing my cock with both hands, running them up and down its full length, caressing my balls. I shivered with pleasure at her touch.

“I love the way it feels in my hands, and I love the way it feels in my mouth,” I heard right before she slid her warm, wet lips over my rigid member.

The sensation was incredible. If I hadn’t been holding on the wood frame of the beach bed, I would have lost my balance and fallen backwards into the sand. I moaned my pleasure, and I felt Sandra smile, her mouth still filled with my cock. She bobbed her head up and down on me a few more times, coating me with her warm saliva before saying, “Now get in here.” She tugged me by my cock into the darkness and onto the bed.

I fell forward into the welcoming gloom and onto the mattress, which Sandra had covered with the beach towels from the disco. In a flash, she flipped me over me onto my back and tugged my pants off over my ankles. I could tell that she had taken off her sheer top. Her beautiful breasts swayed free, silhouetted in the dark against the moon-lit beach. I could feel the lust radiating off her like animal heat, and sense the presence of multiple other people very close by, but I was so taken in by Sandra’s sultriness that I didn’t pay any attention to whether they were watching mumcular escort us or not. She straddled over me like she was claiming a prize.

“I’m going to tend to you and your cock and drive you crazy. Then you’re going to lick me until I cum all over your face,” Sandra announced, just a tad louder than necessary. She knows that I love it when she’s aggressive during sex, and I could feel she was really going to turn it on tonight. It was so erotic; her lust and the audience that I knew was nearby.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” I snarled back to her. I felt her smile at me in the darkness as her hands roamed down over my body reaching for my straining cock.

While her hands stroked and fondled me, her lips and teeth found my nipples, licking and biting me in the ways she knew I loved. I moaned letting her know how much I liked it. I’ve never been one to stay still during our passion, and tonight was no exception. I didn’t hold back at all. I didn’t care if anyone could see us or not. If they were watching, I wanted them to see how much pleasure she can give me. I arched my back, thrusting my chest against her mouth.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

Sandra’s lips trailed down my stomach while she licked and nipped at my skin. I flung my hands up over my head and spread my legs wide inviting, no begging, for her to take all of me in any way that she wanted.

“You are so hard,” I heard her emote, her mouth was inches from the tip of my cock while she stroked my balls.

“I love being hard for you,” I called back to her. I could feel pre cum beginning to drip out of me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, making me buck, and then began stroking me, using the pre-cum as a lubricant. Sandra’s always given me the most incredible hand jobs that bring me to climax quickly. I had to stop her before she made me cum with that first touch.

“Not yet. Not yet,” she murmured. “I have plans for you.” She let go of my throbbing cock, but kept stroking my balls.

I next felt her tongue beginning to explore my bare scrotum. Little teasing licks at first that felt incredible on my hairless skin. Before long, the gentle licks gave way to broad, strong strokes from her tongue that ended with her sucking each of my balls into her mouth, massaging them and coating them with her slippery saliva. I knew that she wasn’t going to leave my cock untended to for long; just enough to bring me back from the edge of an orgasm, and I was right. As I drifted down from my peak, I could feel her tongue sliding back up the length of my throbbing shaft. I had a death grip on the mattress with both hands and arched my back thrusting myself up to meet the stroke of her tongue. I was totally under her control, unable to stop myself from writhing in pleasure. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was exactly what Sandra wanted; to play me like a fine instrument and demonstrate to everyone watching what a virtuoso she was. I was her show and I was more than happy to play my part.

When Sandra slid my cock once more into her waiting mouth, it was all I could do not to cum right then. I gasped and held my breath as I felt the roof of her mouth slide over my cockhead as her tongue swirled around my shaft. She had one hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and the other cradled my balls as she bobbed her head and jacked me at the same time. Each downward movement of her head drew me deeper and deeper into her mouth. It felt as if she was swallowing me whole. With all my might, I willed myself with all my might not to cum, wanting to make the sensations last forever I spread my legs wider to give her as much access to me as possible; signaling her with my body for her to have her way with me.

“Mmmm,” she growled hungrily. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I felt the faint vibration of her moan radiate up into me through my cock.

My heart pounded harder. With a last ounce of restraint I brushed the top of her head with my hand, urging her to stop before I came. She took our well rehearsed cue, and with a loud slurp she once more let my cock fall out of her mouth back against my belly with a loud slap, while a stream of saliva ran out of her mouth, and over my balls where she was still rubbing me.

“So smooth,” she said pretending to talk to herself while continuing to rub me. I was panting loudly trying to recover from the orgasmic edge she had led me to. “So smooth everywhere,” she said again this time pushing her finger down between my cheeks stroking my anus. “I’m definitely going to take advantage of the smoothness here later,” she said wickedly.

I knew exactly what Sandra meant and my heart skipped a beat in renewed excitement knowing what she had in store for me. But I knew the act she was teasing me with was for us alone and not for this public display.

As my ragged breathing slowed and the blood pounding in my ear quieted a bit, she raked her fingernails up over my chest and announced emphatically, “My turn!”

I grabbed a handful of Sandra’s flowing blonde hair and tugged her firmly up the bed and over onto her back.

“No, no. It’s my turn,” I said grinning. “It’s my turn to feel your pussy in my mouth and taste your wonderful juices. I want to feel you dripping off my chin when you cum.”

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Friday a nervous Martha got up late, she didn’t sleep very well. She will be exposed to the group of men for the first employee appreciation night. Martha hopes they will like her and they will see the table in use for the first time. They will do the trim of her pubic area in front of the assembled group. It was decided Mark will do the honors with Hal assisting while all others watched.

Martha took extra care with her appearance today doing her nails, hair and makeup. She dressed in a matching bra and pantie set, zipper front dress and three inch heels. They left early to pick up Mark. Martha didn’t strip on the way, she wanted to remain fresh for her exposure today.

They arrived before the night shift arrived. Five men who were chosen for their excellent work habits, besides Mark, Hal, Walter, Fred, Tom, Jack, the CEO, and CFO would be at the demonstration tonight.

Unlike the CMNF displays to follow, the first demonstration will start as soon as the night shift starts. The group walked to the time clock and punched in. Mark went to the Media room to set up for Martha’s trim. Hal and Martha went to the conference room to meet with Walter, the CEO and CFO. They all greeted each other and sat.

CEO stood and said, “Thank you Martha for agreeing to the experiment we are about to embark on and to your husband for allowing you to do this.”

Walter said, “We will go to the media room now to begin the demonstration.”

Martha had to be helped up by Hal, as she was very nervous being the first time there will be so many people present. Going into the media room there were in total 12 men who will view Martha. She looked around and everyone smiled at her. She hoped they will like the demonstration tonight. This is new ground they are embarking on something that has never been tried before.

A spokesman for first group of five employees stood up he said, “We want to thank Martha for agreeing to be a model for this. Hal for letting his wife do this, and the organization for this experiment to see if this will boost lara escort production of this site.”

Hal stood up saying, “I will demonstrate the table before Martha gets on it.” Using the control box to show the group what the table is capable of for a few minutes.

Walter stood up and said, “Martha please get ready, as we will be trimming you before the demonstration begins.”

Hal helped Martha up. She removed her dress and handed it to Mark. He folded it and put it on the table. Hal unhooked her bra, she removed it and gave it to Mark to fold. He placed the bra with the dress. Mark and Hal held her as she removed her panties, while she stepped out of them one foot at a time. She bent down to retrieve her discarded panties; she gave all in back of her their first view of her womanhood and brown star.

Mark and Hal walked her to the table. Hal brought the table to the upright position. Martha turned and rested her back on the padded table after she stepped on the foot rests. The table was mechanically laid flat. Mark secured the ankle straps, while Fred secured the waist strap. Her husband worked the controls to spread his wife’s legs, so her pubic area trim and shave could begin.

Hal used a trimmer to trim his wife’s pubic bush careful not to nick the sensitive area. Mark was between Martha’s legs shaving the hair around her pussy. He took one lip between his figures and stretched it after he put shaving cream on the area. Two of his fingers are in the woman’s pussy as he is shaving her. It took him a half hour to finish his tonsorial efforts on the older woman’s pussy.

Martha was so hot with Mark’s ministration she needed to cum; the poor woman moaned as the young man rubbed her pussy and scrapped away the hair. He used a warm cloth and some lotion to make sure she didn’t get shaver rash.

Walter said, “We will start the demonstration now with the CEO and CFO being the first to manually manipulate Martha’s flower of life.”

The CEO and CFO started by rubbing Martha’s serik escort breasts one young man on each side of her with a breast in hand. The young men couldn’t get over how nice the older woman’s breast felt. Her breasts are very sensitive and she began to moan within a few minutes of their manipulation. They went to her pussy they started to rub around the entrance to her honey pot and then they each used a finger to enter her at the same time. They hooked their fingers to rub her G spot this sent her off as the CFO inserted his finger in her brown star as she was Cumming this caused a second orgasm.

“I need to rest!” moaned Martha after coming down for her orgasm.

She laid there spread resting as all there were standing looking at the exposed woman. Martha didn’t ask to be released, so Hal left her secured to the table. She loved the feel of two men at a time giving her pleasure.

Five minutes later Martha said, “OK, who’s next?” She had a smile on her face.

It made the group present more at ease. They knew Martha enjoyed her exposure. It went on for the next four hours. Martha had more orgasms than she could count. When she was finally released from the table, she had to be helped up by Mark and Hal. It was only nine PM when the demonstration was complete. The CEO sent Martha home with Hal and Mark. He handed her an envelope, she opened it to find 20 hundred dollar bills.

They walked Martha out of the building nude. Mark per usual brought her clothes, as Hal helped his exhausted wife to the car. Hal gave the keys to Mark and helped his wife into the back seat. He entered the back seat with her and rested her head on his lap. He rubbed her shoulders and breasts as Mark drove home. The exhausted woman was asleep before they left the complexes parking lot. Hal looked at his lovely nude wife, as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

For the next four months every Friday night after lunch break a group of ten men congregated in the Media room to enjoy the antalya escort CMNF exposure of Martha for four hours each Friday night. Hal was enjoying his wife’s exposure she was making her pay plus Two Thousand Dollars a week as a cash bonus. Life was good.

Walter called a meeting with Hal and Martha on Monday night. “The CEO has sent these tickets to you for an all-expense paid trip to Las Vegas for two weeks at the Palazzo Hotel it is a suite of rooms on the forty-third floor. As appreciation for the work you have done to make the organization more profitable. Over the last quarter our profits for the night shift has been steadily increasing corporate figures it is your contribution to this group that has contributed to the increase. Corporate thanks you Martha and Hal.”

Walter who is about four years older than Martha at sixty had a startling statement to make about the employee appreciation festivities program saying. “I would like to see my wife Gloria strapped to the table Hal made.”

This shocked all of them at the meeting as Walter’s wife Gloria who they had met at many of the functions the facility has had was a very shy woman who stands in the background, almost blended in with the wall paint most of the time. They couldn’t see how this could be accomplished.

Walter is tall and thin as is his wife. She is about Five foot eleven inches with black hair, green eyes; Gloria is the same age as Martha, she has nice legs and bottom but no breasts you could see with the loose clothes she wears. Gloria is a very modest woman to the point she dresses in the bath room at night and in the morning with the door locked, Walter confessed to the group. She only likes to have sex in the dark in the missionary position, which is very rarely at this time.

They have three grown children and have been married for over thirty-five years and now sex for Walter is almost nonexistent. This is why he brought this information to the group in hopes to bring sex back into their relationship as Martha did in her marriage.

Hal was the first to ask Walter, “How are you going to get your wife to consent to being strapped down to the table?”

Walter said, “I called the CEO and CFO for help. They will call my wife and each tells her, she would have to take more of an interest in the facility, if she wants me to continue to manage the facility.”

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My day of meetings had been intense, and I was looking forward to a quiet dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and then a peaceful sleep before heading home the next day. When I reached the restaurant I learned that a convention was in town and therefore I had to wait till a table was ready. I was pleased, however, when I was finally taken to a two-person table in a quiet corner of the restaurant near the front.

I was sipping a glass a wine and had just started to read the menu when the waiter came to ask if I would mind sharing my table with another guest. The waiter directed my attention to the waiting area where an attractive slim woman in her mid-forties was standing with a rather impatient expression on her face. She was dressed in a business suite with a knee length skirt and elegant white blouse. After glancing at the woman I shrugged my shoulders and agreed to share my table. I figured that it would be more fun than eating alone, but I had no idea what this accidental dinner guest would lead to.

The waiter showed the woman to my table, and I stood to greet her. Her name was Mary and she was also in town on business. Like me, she was also a bit annoyed with the cowed caused by the convention. At first she expressed no interest in conversation, and I almost gave up trying but tried one last time by asking if she would like to share a bottle of wine with me and that it would be my treat. Mary paused, cocked her head to one side considering my offer with a half semi-smile held tight across her lips and then accepted my offer with gratitude and a friendly smile.

After we toasted the evening with her first sip of wine she seemed to relax. As we perused the menu I made small talk, asking her about her day and what she was in town for. Before responding to my questions, she turned the conversation to the menu and we compared thoughts on the different selections. Soon we chose similar meals and the waiter returned to take our order. The starters arrived promptly, and I poured a second glass of wine for both of us. Soon Mary was smiling and laughing as I told her about an amusing experience in a meeting that day.

The conversation warmed as the wine and jazz piano had its soothing effect on both of us. It turned out that we both worked for non-profit organizations and were in town seeking funding from the same foundation. We compared notes on our experiences and made friendly wagers about our chances of success. As the second glass of wine came to an end our dinner arrived and the waiter poured a third and asked if I wanted to order a second bottle. I raised my eyebrows in question to Mary who laughed and exclaimed that she might as well since she was only flying home tomorrow and deserved to unwind from the day’s hard work.

As we ate slowly and drank the wine our conversation became more friendly and intimate. We started sharing stories of our youth, the trials and tribulations of teen age dating, and our first sexual experiences. We laughed at our childish pranks and toasted our experiences with skinning dipping and sex on the beach. With a quiet question from Mary our conversation turned to our sexual fantasies. I must have blushed because Mary giggled and pointed at my face saying that the question must have touched a sensitive nerve. I tried to regain some composure with little success till Mary came to my rescue offering to share one of her fantasies. She leaned over her plate and motioned me close as she spoke in a quiet soft voice that was barley audible.

“One of my fantasies,” Mary breathed as she looked around to make sure none of our neighbors was watching, “is to ….” She stopped and covered her mouth with her hand as she spoke saying that she couldn’t tell me because she know I would be shocked and would laugh at her. I assured her that I wouldn’t be shocked and that I wouldn’t laugh and urged her on. She made me promise not to laugh before she started to speak again. Finally she leaned forward again and spoke in a voice I could hardly hear. I leaned close holding my tie to keep it from flopping onto my plate.

Mary cleared her throat and smiled at me in a way that I found very exciting. “One of my favorite fantasies,” she began again, “is to… mmmm. Now don’t laugh! Is to watch a man … mm I can’t dam this is too embarrassing!”

I tried to assure her that it would be okay and that I wouldn’t laugh as my mind raced with excitement. Could it be that she and I shared a similar fantasy!

Mary started again, “I fantasize about sitting in a room fully dressed as I order a man to strip nude for me and masturbate!” She spoke the last part quickly looking down at her plate and when she finished she said, “There, I told you! Oh God, how embarrassing?” Mary exclaimed as she took a deep drink of wine and refused to make eye contact with me. Her hand shook as she returned the glass to the table.

My mind was a flame! I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. How could such an attractive woman share the izmit escort reverse of my favorite fantasy? I was so stunned it took me what seemed for ever to regain my composure and react to Mary’s worried fidgeting as she said under her breath, “God you must think I’m crazy or weird or something? Maybe I should just pay for my meal and leave.” Mary made a motion toward the waiter and I quickly reached across the table to pull her hand down with mine and squeezed it gently as I signed the waiter to stay away and finally spoke.

“No, please Mary don’t leave, and I don’t think you are crazy! In fact I find your fantasy extremely exciting. In fact, I explained, it is the exact reverse of mine!” She paused and looked at me intensely for a moment, then her face turned angry.

“You are just saying that to make me feel better! I don’t like to be patronized!” She exclaimed as she started to tug her hand away from mine.

“No, I’m not just saying this to make you feel better!” I have had this fantasy for many years and have had the supreme pleasure of actually acting it out on a few occasions!”

Mary’s face jerked up and her eyes were wide with interest. “Really?” she asked as she leaned forward. “Have you really had such an experience? Have you really masturbated for a woman as she watched and ordered you to perform?”

I nodded my head up and down and said yes as I felt my face burn with a deep blush. Mary smiled and giggled quietly her eyes sparking with mischievous excitement.

“Tell me about one of these experiences!” She commanded firmly as she removed her hand from mine and took up her fork to eat some of her meal that was turning cold.

I reached and took a fork full of my rice and chewed it slowly trying to compose myself and decide which of my experiences I would share with her. She urged me on with a smile and a nod of her head. I could feel my cock swell as I looked at her bright eager eyes and sensuous lips. I imagined myself for a moment standing before her naked and masturbating and found that my cock was suddenly fully erect. I wiggled in my chair and explained that I was finding this very stimulating.

Mary smiled excitedly and asked if I was becoming as excited as she hoped I was. I smiled and shook my head and shifted in my seat again. Mary giggled with glee and told me again to tell her about one of my experiences. She also asked me to move my chair to the left so that she could see if I was telling the truth about being excited. I smiled back at her and moved to the left she leaned over and her eyebrows rose and her smile widened as she saw how clearly excited I was.

I decided to tell her about the time when I was working as a maintenance man at an apartment complex while in college. It was one of my first experiencing masturbating for an older woman and one of my favorite.

I explained that I had a job as a maintenance man at an apartment complex while in college. Once day during my weekly afternoon shift, after I had just come on duty, a single woman tenet, who had quite a reputation, called to ask for my colleague to come up to change some light bulbs. When I told her that Dan was not around at the moment she seemed frustrated, and so I offered to come up to help her. She asked me how old I was and when I told her that I was 20 she seemed to brighten up and eagerly accepted my offer of help.

When she answered the door I found that she was dressed rather proactively and moved in very suggestive ways as I worked in her apartment. She mad sure that I could see her hard nipples down her blouse as I looked down at her from the ladder to ask for a new bulb. I blushed as I felt my cock grow hard and push against the tight fabric of my jeans as I looked at the selling of her breasts from the ladder. The woman wasted no time and let her hand slide up my leg to my crotch and squeezed my cock. I nearly dropped the bulb and coughed in surprise. But she received the reaction she was seeking as my cock grew harder and pulsed with excitement. She fondled and squeezed me some more as I stood on the ladder in amazement trying desperately to screw in the bulb. When the light finally flashed on she released me and urged me to come down the ladder. I hesitated not sure what was in store for me.

As I folded the ladder and leaned it against the wall the woman had slinked her way to the couch where she sat in front of me very suggestively. I just stood their staring at her my cock throbbing and my mouth ajar. Her face turned stern suddenly and she leaned forward. She spoke in a deep quiet voice that was oddly menacing and ordered me to strip in front of her and to show her my cock.

I paused to take a sip of wine and said, “This is too strange, maybe we should just finish our dinner and call it an evening. I’m sure I’m boring you with this strange story and you must think that I’m crazy or something.”

Mary also took a sip of wine but her meal remained gebze escort untouched. “No! Please don’t stop! I’m totally fascinated by the story and am become very excited! Can’t you see my erect nipples?” As she asked this last question she pushed out her chest so that the soft silky fabric of her blouse was stretched tight across her chest to accentuate her hard nipples which were clearly visible.

I smile and blushed a little as I licked my lips with pleasure. I took another sip of wine and returned to my story.

“Now, where was I? Oh yes the woman had just told me to strip for her and I was standing in shock trying to understand what was happening. I blinked in disbelief and asked her what she had just said. She spoke up a bit as her face became even more intense her eyes burning into me as she hissed, “Take off your fucking clothes college boy! Do as you are told now or I will yell rape and you will be royally fucked!!” She then smiled sweetly, and told me that if I didn’t want all that trouble I should just start taking off my clothes for her by the count of three.

She started counting and just as she said three I unfastened my belt in a rush too scared to do anything else. She smiled and told me, “Now that wasn’t bad at all was it?”

I just nodded my head in agreement and continued. Before long I was nude and standing in front of her. I was surprised that I was still fully erect even though I could feel my face burn with embarrassment. She smiled at me and congratulated me about my nice erection. She then told me in a very firm voice to start playing with my cock. I touched my self and moaned with pleasure and jerked a bit as a surge of pleasure shot through my body. She urged me on using her hand motion to tell me what to do. I started to stroke my cock as I stared at her staring at my cock she massaged her breasts and pussy as I started jerking quickly. She then ordered me to play with my balls with my free hand as I jerked harder. I could feel that I was about to cum when she shouted for me to stop. I groaned in frustration eager to explode, but she shouted again telling me to do what she asked. I finally consented and released my cock to sway before me as the desire to climax surging through my body.

She had me walk around her and then up close to her so she could caress my cock and balls. As she touched me I nearly exploded my cock jerking and my balls churning with excitement. She ordered me to spread my legs and looked up into my face as she raked her long fingernails over the tight wrinkled skin of my scrotum. My hips thrust forward involuntarily as she cupped my balls and rolled them around in her hand. Then she ran her finger nails along my shaft and encircled my cock head and squeezed. I moaned loudly with a mix of pain and pleasure. Without warning she wrapped her hand around my cock and jerked me hard a few times. I felt my climax rise and thought I would explode on her when she stopped and pushed me away.

She then ordered me to lay down on the floor so that she could straddled me. She squatted down toward my face, and I realized that she had no panties on as her smooth shaved pussy opened up before me. She lowered herself down so that I could smell her sex and see the glistening folds of skin. She then push down on my face and I raised my head to meet her pussy licking and sucking hungrily. She ground her pussy down on my mouth and started rocking back and forth as she massaged her clit. It didn’t take long for her to cum and her juices flooded over my face. She lingered over my face for a while as I licked and sucked her then she rose up and off of me to sit beside me. She then ordered me to start jerking off slowly. She had me use both hands, one massaging my balls the other stroking my cock slowly. Her hands caressed my chest, stomach, legs and occasionally joined my hands on my cock. I warned her that I was going to explode and she told me that I could cum for her. As she finished her sentence I exploded with a loud groan and a massive stream of cum burst from my cock to arch over and fall to my stomach. This was soon followed by another and then just small spurts and dribbles oozed from my cock as I jerked like crazy hopping for another orgasm. She smiled at me and urged me on as I jerked like crazy spurting cum. When the last drop was expelled she looked down at me and ordered me to taste my cum for her. I eagerly complied as she smiled. She then left the room to wash and moments later she appeared dressed in jeans and a sweater. In an off-handed matter she told me to clean myself up and leave. When I came to the door to leave she called my name. I turned to see her smiling at me and waited. She winked at me and said that I should drop by again in a day or too if I wanted to please her. I nodded eagerly smiled sheepishly and left the room. For the rest of the school year I would drop by her apartment about twice a week to let her use me darıca escort for her pleasure.

I hadn’t realized how long I had taken to tell my story and apologized to Mary for going on so long. Now it was Mary’s turn to consol me as she reached across the table to touch my hand and assure me that she had enjoyed every bit of my story. There was an awkward pause in the conversation and then I offered to top off her wine. She eagerly accepted and we both took a sip in silence. I was hopping that she, like me, was contemplating asking me to repeat this experience for her. As I stared at the table cloth and swirled wine in my mouth Mary spoke up in a barely audible tone. “Would you like to masturbate for me?” I glanced up quickly but Mary was looking down at the table. I didn’t hesitate and told her that it would be fantastic to make her fantasy and mine come true. Mary glanced up and said, “And no pun intended either I bet.” We both laughed and drank more wine.

I then asked if she wanted to come to my room or if she wanted me to visit her in her room. She paused for a moment to think and finally said that she would be more comfortable in her room.

The remainder of our meal was now cold and neither of us was interested in anything but getting to her room. I called for the bill, and insisted that I pay for her dinner. We were rising from our chairs as I signed the bill and it took all our will power to not run from the restaurant.

I followed her, enjoying the sight of her slender rear moving beneath her skirt as we walked to elevator. We were both pleased that no one else was waiting to go up so we had the lift to ourselves. I was completely excited and the bulge in my pants was very visible. Mary noticed and commented that it looked as if I was looking forward to something. We both giggled as I felt my cock throb and twitch in my pants. Mary simply stared with pleasure. I had hopped she would reach out and touch me but she didn’t.

Finally, we reached her floor and walked quickly to her room. Her hands were shaking as she tried to insert the key card and it took a few tries before the green light appeared and we were able to enter. She had a nice suite with a separate sitting room and bedroom. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she returned I asked if I could use the bathroom and clean up. She smiled and said that she would grant me this privilege. It was clear that she was warming up to her role. I thanked her and quickly left.

After taking a pee I washed and dried my cock and balls and used some hand cream on my cock so that it would be smooth and shiny. I dressed and return to the room.

She had moved a chair to the center of the room and was sitting there with her one leg crossed over the other. She had a stern look on her face and I felt the excitement rise inside of me. My cock quickly swelled and pushed against my pants. My mouth went dry with excitement and anticipation as I stood before her. As she looked me over I asked her how I could please her.

She hesitated and finally told me, “Well, I guess you should start taking off your clothes for me and show me your cock and balls.” As with all other experiences, I had this wonderful sense of embarrassment and thrill as I started to take off my clothes. I first kicked off my shoes and then quickly unbuttoned my shirt. I then undid my belt and pulled my pants off. My cock surged forward making a funny tent in my briefs and I stopped to stand before Mary in my underwear. She stared at my erect cock and then looked up into my face. Her face had a mixed look of embarrassment, excitement and power. She hesitated and I suggested that she could use swear words if she wanted to when she ordered me around. She nodded her head slightly and then spoke to me is firm even tone.

“Ok, fucker, remove your underwear and socks and stand in front of me nude. Let me inspect your pitiful cock and ass!” She giggled as she covered her mouth and a sheepish look spread over her face as she struggled to appear tough.

I eagerly complied feeling the rush of excitement flood through me as my cock sprung free to sway before me. As I scuffed off my socks I inched forward to stand about two feet in front of Mary. I wanted to start stroking my cock for her but I resisted the temptation as I watched Mary look at me. Mary made a turning motion with her hands and I turned around. When my ass was facing her she told me to stop and ordered me to bend over and spread my cheeks for her. I did as she ordered spreading my legs and my cheeks wide. I nearly fell over when I felt her hands grab my cock and balls from behind. My body jerked and I moaned as she fondled me. She slowly stroked my cock with one hand as she gently squeezed my balls with the other. She asked me if I liked this, and I simply moaned with satisfaction. Then she started squeezing my balls harder and jerking my cock vigorously. The situation soon shifted from pleasure to an uncomfortable feeling mixed with pain. I started to complain and she just laughed as she squeezed hard and then released me. I nearly fainted as I felt my balls being crushed and a great sigh of relief escaped from my clenched teeth as she released me and slapped my ass hard several times as she ordered me to stand and face her again.

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For a long time I found myself getting up early, sometimes when it was still dark outside, still cold, I rarely bothered to dress, I woke and pulled the covers off my bed and walked naked first up to the bathroom, to sit and piss, to splash some water on my face, then to my little office. I opened the curtains and looked at the day. I loved it when it was still dark, when I could see the sun slowly begin to dilute the night to reveal a clear bright wintery day. The wood felt cool and rough under my bare feet, the chair was hard and colder under my bare skin, when I powered up the computer the screen lit up my nude body.

After a while I’d make coffee, and work for a few hours, enjoying, in all senses, the free time, when I was in but not quite of the world, separated by the walls and windows, and my absent clothing. I savoured the quick walk to the kitchen, for water, for some fruit, the air fresh and still, tightening my exposed skin, pulling the tissue of my nipples together, gently, so gently flowing across the exposed contours of my sex. I remained nude, in a familiar state of near erotic feeling until mid-morning, until after I’d begun to see people walking outside, cars starting and pulling away, children being taken to school, the day catching me up. I stood, aware I was near the window, aware of the building opposite offering multiple opportunities to look into mine, I stood and stretched, and felt the wish to be seen, but not, for the sight of me naked in my little room to be caught by someone opposite, without the idea that I engineered this.

And then I had my bath. Which was far from a regular thing. I normally showered, quickly, and dressed, finally, usually, and joined the world. That day I bathed. I walked up to the top floor, turned on the taps, let the tub fill up. I could see myself in the mirror, my still nude body, the pale lines of my shoulders, legs, waist, belly, legs, the thick dark flash of my pubic hair, the swell of my breasts and demanding peaks of my nipples. I turn, and turn, and look at my soft smooth ass, and take the visual hint from my vulval mound. I look up out of the two skylights squared into the roof of my bathroom, clear glass letting me watch the blue sky and passing clouds above. Natural light is enough, the room is open, clean, white tile floor, a large if slightly old fashioned bath, free standing, towards the far side away from the door, the angle allows for another clear glass window to run lengthways alongside the bath, with nothing and nobody opposite to be able to look in. I let it run, and pad down two flights back to my office, to one of the desk drawers, to matches and a three-quarter full packet of cigarettes. Just one, that will be nice, I hadn’t for a couple of days.

I walk up to the bathroom, to see a lazy tapering column of evaporating moisture rising from the bath, issuing from the surface of the water and being drawn into a thinner wafting ribbon of steam. It is full enough to turn off the taps, and step in. It is too hot, as usual, but not unbearably so. I sit and immerse myself, stretch out my legs, push them apart, let the water grip and heat my tender sex. My hands are dry enough to reach and shake a cigarette loose of the pack, pick it out with my lips, strike a match and light up. I pull a deep and satisfying cloud of tobacco smoke inside myself. I am blowing it slowly back out, towards the ceiling, when I hear my front door being opened.

I’m not expecting Philip, he hadn’t told me he was coming over, but it’s not an unpleasant surprise. I am reasonably safe in assuming it is him, no-one else has a key. I stay in the bath, the door half open, my breasts above the water line, my hand outside, letting a darker, bluer, twisting plait of smoke add to the wet and steamy air. I hear him, someone walking up the stairs, the office door, the bedroom door opening, up again. He’ll look, he will think to try up here. He does. I look as the bathroom door is pushed open. Phil stands within the white painted frame and looks over to me. He smiles. Nearly smiles. I smile back. It’s good to see him, it’s only been a few nights, but it’s good to see him.

“Nice bath?”

“Mmm, very.”

“And that? Enjoying that?”

He disapproves, I know he does.

“Indeed.” I take in another satisfying lungful. “Mmm.” And blow out, my lips pursed to create a long funnel of smoke. “Mmm.”

“First of the day?”

“First of the week.”

“Hmm.”

I look at him again. I like to bathe alone, really, it’s not usually a place I want conversation, or anything else, the thought occurs though, might his company be nice this morning? He knows this, I can sense he is about to leave me to it, to make us some breakfast, or wait until I am dry, and wrapped in a dressing gown, before taking it off, looking at me naked, pushing me onto the bed.

“Why don’t you join me?”

“Um, really?”

“Mmm. Come in.”

And we look more directly at each other. It’s okay, I’m not just being polite, come escort kocaeli bayan on, come in.

I sit up a little, smoking, the nicotine fuzzing my head slightly, and watch Philip start to undress. He closes the seat of the toilet and sits on it to unlace his shoes, and pull off his socks. Then stands, I am glad he stands. He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it out from his trousers, I look as he shrugs his broad strong looking shoulders free of the white cotton, then stands topless, I look at his slim waist, his flat hairy belly, his tight chest. I realise there is moisture coming from within me. The erotic tingling I have been feeling all morning is rising to a simmer. Philip starts to unbuckle his belt, unbutton, unzip, he pushes his trouser along his legs, and steps out of them. I look at the suddenly exposed sight of him standing in his underwear. I register but don’t process the shape of his penis, still held and hidden by the also white material of his boxer shorts, I can make out the length of him, the long solid stem pushing, straining out. I throb, my arousal takes several rapid leaps to a new plateau of excitement. He is aroused. Philip is already swelling with anticipation.

He faces me, letting me look, savouring this moment, he gazes at my nude rippling body, I look. Philip bends and pulls his underwear off his legs, away from his crotch, I see his penis being bent low, gripped by the elastic waistband, I watch him having to pull his shorts away from his body to allow his engorged cock to spring free. My arousal nearly jumps to the level of orgasm as I watch Philip strip, already aroused himself, his penis already stiff, I watch him push down his boxer shorts and stand nude in front of me, his cock bouncing out, away from his body, sticking out at the tell-tale angle away from his legs, straight, solid, I watch it pulse upwards, away from his tight round scrotum, the dark hairy taut pouch straining against his full oval testicles, I look at him suddenly nude, standing still or me to look at him, at his penis as it continues to rise up, horizontal, up, vertical, thick, oh god, long and thick and ravishingly hard. My sex trembles and seeps at the blatancy of Philip’s own state of arousal, at the thought of his erect penis entering me, pushing inside my damp vagina.

He walks to the bath. He walks, I watch him, his rigid cock swaying stiffly in front of him, taking achingly thrilling circular trips around the perpendicular root of itself.

I watch, but the sight of Philip releasing his swollen cock has sent me falling back into a swirling chasm of images and moments and memories. I feel myself lost in the feelings of life past, the feeling of life having past. The sweet ache of remembering and nostalgia, for youth, for innocence, for the free and forming erotic pieces of my past battles with the desire for Philip in the immediate and physical present. He steps into the bath, and sits, lays back, our legs cross and touch, I open mine and place my feet against his hips, watching him stare down at the dark swirling weeds of my pubic hair, I stare at his hard pink rail of his erection. I reach for it, I move my feet and feel the wet warmth of Philip’s hard penis with my toes, I am gentle, but I stroke, and pull, I ease back his soft foreskin and show myself the lovely last part of him, the smooth dark shiny wet tip of his beautiful long prick. I want him inside me, I want to taste him, to take his thick bulb inside my mouth, to grip him tightly inside my slick slippery cunt. But remember, but I remember.

How old was I? Too old? Not old enough? One of the last holidays I had taken with my parents, my brother, had he gone with us? Or stopped already? For the first time I had met a boy, part of a family that had been going there for a few of the same years we had, who stayed nearby. We went out to dinner together once or twice, as families, and then we invited them to our villa one evening. Do I remember him? That he was my age, to the year if not the month, taller by a few inches, blonde, brown blonde hair, slim, pretty looking, too young to be handsome, I was sure he’d grow into his face, and not have it stop suiting him, not find it was a beauty that spoiled with the creases and folds of ageing. I wasn’t thinking about that though, not then, for the first time I was thinking how attractive he was, and whether he thought I was pretty, whether he was attracted to me. We sat next to each other, and spoke a little, both of us awkward, unsure, but carrying on regardless. Driven by forces stronger than social embarrassment.

We isolated ourselves from the rest once supper was finished. I think I suggested going for a walk to the beach. Which was near enough for our parents to be okay with it. Did they know? Would they have guessed something was happening between us? Was it? We walked in silence until our feet touched sand, close enough though to hear each other breathing, and to be able to breathe in each of kocaeli otele gelen escort our scents. I could smell the faint spray of sea on him, beach, a swirl of some deodorant, soap, shampoo. And the tang of something else, something more natural, sweat I supposed, something male anyway. We had both taken off our shoes, trainers in both our cases, and were walking across the beach in bare feet. The sand was colder than in the day, softer somehow.

And he moves closer to me, still we haven’t kissed, haven’t touched, but I feel him against me, and then his arm is around my shoulders, not pulling me at all, just holding. And I return the gesture, willingly, without any feeling that I should, I want to, I want to touch him, to feel his body. I extend my arm and close it around his waist, feeling his back, pressing my fingers into the softer flesh around his side. He feels warm, his fingers grip my arm, I feel him stroke slightly, my bare skin, and my soft cool bare skin sends signals into my brain, down to my crotch. We are touching, his hand is on me, mine is on him. My vagina becomes damp. I walk, we speak softly, about nothing, the night, the sea, the holiday. We walk and walk, past the spot we would normally have stopped and unpacked for a day. I feel my arousal pulse and quiver within me, but I say with innocence, with more childlike desires. “Shall we go for a swim?”

Knowing, I knew, I would normally swim naked, with my family, we would be on this beach nude, so now I would expect to do the same. Only it is with him, someone strange, someone who is not family. As soon as I make the suggestion I know it is different. But I don’t retreat, no, I want to swim, with him, I want to see him nude, I want him to see me the same way.

“A swim? Uh, well, I’m not wearing… do you mean skinny dipping?”

“It’s a nude beach isn’t it, in the day I mean, would it be any different?”

“No, I guess not.”

His arm is still around me, we still walk.

“We don’t have to.”

“No, no I mean, yeah, let’s swim.”

We stop and walk to the back of the beach, to the dunes, our shadows dark and sharp in the full clear moonlit night. We step back from each other and I start to take my clothes off, my vest top, my long billowy linen skirt, I look at him undoing his shirt, dropping it from his shoulders, he looks more tanned than in the day, slimmer, taller, his skin is smooth. I reach and un-clip my bra, and let him look at my bare breasts, I realise my small nipples have already risen to hard points. He seems to be hesitating, I want to go slow, but I don’t want to stop, I want him to see me naked, to look at my bare body, I bend and remove my white panties and face him. I let him look, still in his trousers, his jeans, I see him, silent again now, staring at my paler body, my naked skin, the dark triangle of pubic hair above the smooth swollen skin of my sex. I want him to be able to see my vulva, the thick damp lips of my pussy, my aching cleft, god, and I know I will let him touch me there, or anywhere, if he wants to, if he asks, still, he does nothing.

“Are you stripping off?”

“Sure. Um, just…”

“Come on then, I really want that swim.”

I watch. He unbuttons his jeans and tears open the flies, and pushes them down his legs, he is barely in his tight dark underwear a second, enough to step out of his trousers, and kick them behind him, I glance, I look, at his crotch, I cannot make out much, the material and absence of light colour obscures even the shape of him. But he bends and pulls, I see a long column of pale, unfamiliar body being drawn forward, being stretched, I watch as he forces his pants over this solid looking protrusion. And then he stands up, naked, suddenly naked, all of him, every part of him suddenly visible before me. I look down. His penis is erect already. Oh my god. Moisture invades my vagina as I stare at his aroused organ. We don’t move, for some seconds, looking, being looked at. His penis looks huge, I have never been so close to one, not hard, not within touching distance. I want to touch him, I want to reach over and touch his erect penis. I feel faint suddenly, weak kneed with desire. I watch it rise, his exposed cock continues to grow, it stiffens to a thick vertical rod of aroused male sex. My mouth is as dry as my pussy is damp. And yet I hear myself murmur.

“Right, swim then? Race you.”

And I set off, my bare feet racing, my small breasts jiggling up and down. I glance behind and see him catching me, running hard, I want to stop and stare and his long stiff bouncing penis, slapping up against his smooth stomach, lurching down, dancing and leaping in front of his naked body, above the tight pouch of his scrotum. My feet hit water just as his do, we skip over the waves until we’re both deep enough to dive, and we dive. And are consumed in dark cool water, held, gripped by it, touched, I feel my naked body stroked izmit suriyeli escort and tickled by the sea, as I turn, as I dive under and kick my legs apart, I feel cold liquid flow over my warmer places, I kick and kick, to feel the sensation of water caressing my naked pussy, my tight bare anus. We swim deeper, and float on our backs, I look, he is soft now, his penis is swirling and flopping to and forth over his shiny wet belly, a short, squat barrelly frond on top of his dark tight little scrotal pouch.

He spins over and swims down, I gaze at his bare arse, at his smooth small buttocks. I kick and swim, and touch myself under the water, knowing he can’t see, wishing he could, wanting him to see me threading my fingers through my floating pubic bush, between the soft thick lips of my pussy, into me, oh god, oh fuck, the salt water slows things up, but I push the tip of my forefinger inside my vagina, feeling the heat of myself within, the hot moistness of my tight opening. I want a raft, a floating platform, something to swim to, to climb onto, to sit and spread my legs apart and masturbate for him, with him.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“This was, this was a good idea.”

“Mmm, pretty lovely isn’t it. I wish there was something we could dive off, or something.”

“Yeah. Do you they’re wondering where we are?”

“Oh, yeah, they probably are.”

“Hmm. We’re old enough though.

“Yeah. Old enough for what?”

The water is lovely, but I want him to see me, and I want to see him. I want to look at his naked body, his soft little cock, his balls, his beautiful bare arse.

“I’m getting a little cold. Might go in.”

“Yep. Come on.”

We swim back, I speed up when we get closer, and stand up before him, knowing he’ll look, he’ll be staring my back, my naked bum, water falling over me, over my small firm arse, shining pale in the moon light. I turn to be able to see him stand up from the water, to be able to look at his penis again as it is exposed by his standing. His now flat patch of pubic hair, and his soft cock, oh god he looks so lovely, slim, tall, tall enough, smooth hairless skin, and his small little penis bobbling and hopping up and down as he step out of the water. We walk back up the beach, to where we’d left our clothes. With nothing to dry ourselves we stand and let the cold night air do the job. I begin to shiver. I think he notices.

“You can use my shirt, if you like, to dry yourself?”

“No, I couldn’t, I’m okay, but cold now yeah.”

“Shall I? I mean… come here.”

He steps close up to me and wraps his arms around my back, I instinctively do the same to him, I feel my damp breasts touching his chest, our faces are close, I realise I am almost the same height as he is, an inch or two shorter at most. He rubs my back, his hands feel soft, and good. And I remember we are naked, I am hugging a naked guy, I register the touch of his pubic hair against my bare skin, then that mine is pressing against his, that our pubic hair is meshed together, and his penis, oh god, I feel his penis where it is pressed against my stomach, low, god, a boy’s bare penis is touching my exposed mons. I let my hands go lower, over his back, rubbing him, stroking him, to the small of his back, can I? Should I? Is this too far?

I let my hands drop to his naked ass, and stroke him there, quickly, then again, slowly, his arse feel amazing, smooth, cool, moist, firm and strong. I open my hand over his cleft. And as I pull, I feel a sudden hardness pressing into me. Oh fuck. He strokes my back, down, I feel his hands on my own soft naked butt, as I feel him start to stiffen, his penis is growing against me, I respond, I feel myself becoming moist again, from within me, trembling and pulsing with pleasure, anticipation, the thought of what is happening to his body, to his naked cock, against my naked body, the thought of what could happen, it could, could it? I hold his bum with both hands, hearing him breathe, feel his warm breath on my neck, then his lips, soft, barely at all, touching my skin, grazing the smooth cool skin of my shoulder. His penis pushes out some more, oh god, it is getting longer, of course, squashed between us, our pubic hair touching, his penis is growing down, between us, and between my legs, I feel him growing, he feels so fucking hard, god, he feel enormous, and then it touches me, I feel his hardening penis touch my own swollen part, oh fuck, oh god, his cock touches my clitoris. I step back, I don’t think why, I don’t want to, this sudden jolt of thrilling dangerous pleasure shocks me into a retreat.

I step away from him, away from his arms. Back. And look down. His penis immediately jumps outwards, away, again, from his legs, his body. It is still growing, still lengthening, thickening, god it looks so fucking big. He looks down. Perhaps thinking I am shocked, offended, about to cry rape. Something. Or embarrassed.

“Sorry, fuck.”

I look, I think his penis is dropping lower, is softening, this is no good, no, this is not what I want.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Well, I mean, uh, this, I got a bit carried away I guess.”

We are both looking down to his crotch, his penis is less hard, still long, still thicker than when we were swimming, but is hanging down, lower again, just slightly away from his tight dark pouch.

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Andrew thought long and hard about his recent encounters with Suzan, his neighbour.

They were very erotic moments, he had to admit.

He recalled the night he happened to look across to her house, and she waved back. Then, unbelievably, she undid her robe so he had a good look at her breasts. Wow.

On reflection, it would have been easy to knock on her door and he could guess the rest. A full on sexual affair? Yawn, he concluded.

That wasn’t his way.

How could he take things further? But still enjoy the eroticism of each moment.

So he had popped a note is his neighbour’s letterbox, asking for a repeat performance.

Amazingly, she complied: lying on her bed, rubbing herself all over, even playing between her legs a little. But then, in a moment of brilliance, he ended the moment, text messaging her good night and thank you.

Leaving her a little frustrated and uncertain, she would be sure to be wanting more. Not that he wanted to hurt or manipulate her, far from it. His thing was to be in control but a scenario that was ultimately caring and supportive.

Experience told him that people would do almost anything when that happened.

The key was that Suzan needed to be confident it was Andrew that left the note, and not some sleazy stranger. That’s why he made an effort to be friendly, let her know that she could trust him.

How to move things to the next level?

He had finally taken Suzan up on her offer of coffee. With the two of them in Suzan’s house alone, Andrew was careful not to make any moves on her, kocaeli escort bayan at all. Or even be a little flirtatious.

Overtly friendly and neighbourly, she seemed to be making a genuine effort to be friends with both Andrew, and his wife Sharee; inviting them for lunch, and sharing dinner with them.

Once, at dinner, with Sharee in the kitchen, Suzan innocently played with a button on her blouse while in conversation with Andrew. Was she just trying to confirm her suspicions, before confronting Andrew, and Sharee? Or letting him know she welcomed his attention.

So, he had to be careful and decided to leave Suzan alone for the next week or so.

But, now time for another testing of the waters he thought.

He picked up his prepay phone and typed a message.

“Be at the Lindale Shopping mall at 2pm, today. Be sitting at the Boxcar coffee shop. I’ll be watching.”

Andrew hit the SEND button. Time for a little conversation with his new friend.

There was no reply, of course. Was that a good thing, he wondered?

Slowly, time inched ever closer to 2pm. As Andrew drove towards the mall, he pondered his next move and what he was trying to achieve.

He wanted Suzan to know she could trust him. No, he didn’t want an affair, or to even fuck her. Well, maybe not yet! But to be some kind of enabler for her own longings and fantasies.

Andrew parked his truck and walked into the mall. This was part of his strategy, to maybe bump into Suzan and say hi – if she turned up.

It was 1.58pm izmit otele gelen escort and Andrew seated himself in an advantageous position to watch his prey enter the shopping mall.

Then, there she was. She was certainly attractive thought Andrew, not a playboy centrefold, but the girl next door type, not even a milf. Which was perfect he realized, a little vulnerable, even with her tough professional exterior.

He wandered past the shops, towards the coffee shop. He noticed Suzan had her phone beside her and was checking it frequently.

She looked up and saw Andrew instantly.

“Well hello there Suzan!” he said cheerfully. “Getting your caffeine fix I see.”

She laughed and said, “Something like that yes. Care to join me?”

“No, I better not; I have a few things I need to do.”

With a balance of disappointment and relief, Suzan smiled and said “Ok, I’m sure there will be another time.”

Walking away and back to his vantage point, Andrew with wondered what Suzan was thinking.

He sat down and opened his phone and sent his first text message.

“I like what you’re wearing.”

Andrew watched Suzan in the distance; she looked visibly startled when the message arrived. She looked at her phone and picked it up.

He could see she was reading the message; and visibly blushing.

Quick as a flash, a reply came in:

“I enjoyed you watching me. This is a nice adventure. I have a submissive side I need to explore, I think.”

Open kocaeli suriyeli escort mouthed, Andrew considered his response.

This was going very well, thought Andrew. Taking the plunge, he fired back:

“Well, I can help you there. But I’d like to get to know you; so you can trust whatever instructions I give you, will be what you want.”

Andrew watched as Suzan read the new message. He could see a palpable relief flooding over her, and a sheepish grin on her face.

The reply came back:

“I’d like that. A lot…I think I know who you are, but I won’t ask.”

Nice, but time to wind things up, he thought.

“Ok. I will leave you now. With two instructions…”

Andrew deliberately waited before sending his final text message. He wanted Susan to put in her own words just what she wanted out of their “arrangement”.

“Text me later your favourite porn url.” Andrew knew she watched at least some porn; they had jokingly discussed it over dinner one night.

Andrew’s second instruction was a simple, yet subtle one. He knew from their dinner conversations that Suzan never, ever used “bad” language at all.

But he guessed that in her private life things might be very different; in fact she had hinted as much in a recent conversation over coffee.

He sent the text.

“Tell me you want this, and use the f-word.”

As Andrew walked away from the mall, he checked around to see if there was any sign of Suzan of which there was none.

He guessed she knew who he was, but she was telling him it was ok.

Andrew arrived home, parked his truck and went inside. He rung his wife to see how her business trip was going, and settled down to watch some TV.

His phone alert went off, indicating another phone message. Because it was a prepay, private phone, it could only be a text from his neighbour.

“FUCK yes, I am doing this. Sending you the url of my favourite porn video.”

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My mind wouldn’t rest after the first time I watched you perform for me on cam and after I slipped between the sheets into my bed, the cool cotton was brushing against my fully naked body setting every inch glowing and tingling. The feeling was both exhilarating and electrifying, I felt energised not sleepy.

Still damp from your show, I could hear echoes of your orgasm resonating in my mind and flashbacks ignited my aching anew – setting off a contraction inside me and sending a gush of hot fluid flowing down my inner thighs….

My hands swept the sheets feeling the silky cool fabric brush against me and my hand came across my toy that was tucked under the corner of the thick duvet.

I couldn’t resist…

My eyes closed and I relived the moments of you peaking over and over whilst my fingers fumbled with the end of the toy twisting it on till I could hear the insistent buzzing and feel the rapid vibration in my hand…

Your hips arched upwards, your hand stroking the head of your cock rapidly as spurts of thick creamy cum shoot through the gaps between your escort kocaeli fingers, splashes hitting your naked chest offset by your drawn out climaxing cry.

I imagined that you were in the bed with me, crawling up from the end of the bed through the duvet dressed in your shirt and your makeshift collar around your neck. Skimming the surface of my skin with your mouth on your way up from my calves, breathing in my scent before moving up to part my thighs,

I set the toy against the outer edges, lips that were still slightly swollen from desire – careful, in case I sent myself over the edge too quickly. I shivered against the touch of the cold, hard latex imagining it was your cool fingers and then as the latex heated up – imagining it was your tongue, toying with the hot and sticky wetness.

Moving the buzzing till it was at the opening, at my inner lips – I visualised it was you teasing me, dipping your tongue in and out, further and further till I had enveloped about 2 inches of the rigid hardness inside me.

All the while, kocaeli escort I imagined that I could feel your hair in between my fingers, my fingers gently gripping a handful pulling your face against me and then loosening my grip – letting soft, downy locks fall through my fingers.

The buzzing was intense and my ache was building up from the tantalising urgency and I was struggling to fight against the mounting sensations.

I could see you in my minds’ eye – I was pulling you up over me to face me, pulling you up by the string tied to your rigid shaft and I could hear you moaning deeply as I sucked and bit at your exposed, vulnerable throat…

I slipped the toy in fully imagining it was you filling me whilst I tugged on the string every time a wave of pleasure flooded over me. My free hand slipped down and the forefinger sought my swollen clit, swirling in circles, endlessly teasing and denying myself…

I sank the toy in fully and withdrew repeatedly and was moaning with satisfaction at the feeling kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan of completeness – envisioning it was you doing this to me.

You were still fully clothed wearing casual smart shirt, still wearing your suit pants in fact, with only just the zipper undone so that I could get at what I wanted, what was mine. The heat emanating from you was phenomenal, so hot like you were ablaze and wrapping me into the incandescence, burning up for me, murmuring my name like it was a devotion and interspersing it with telling me how good it felt, how scalding hot it was inside me …

Finally my desperation was too much and I pushed myself over the edge – whispering your name fervently in my muffled cries, I climaxed so very, very hard.

I could feel every spasm pulse against the rigid hardness of the latex, gripping the sides as though I was contracting against your shaft, gripping and pumping you. I could feel the wet fluid flow and wind its way down my inner thighs…. the waves were intense and drawn out…

My hips arched up as though I was pushing myself against you, trying to meet as much of you as possible, so you were in as deep as possible.

Finally, my waves subsided, climbing down and ebbing away in intensity and the muscles in my body began to relax, still reacting a little to the echoes of the climax, my limbs brushing against the sheets languorously in slow sweeping motions.

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Missy and I have a great marriage. The neatest thing about her is that we can talk about anything honestly and openly. One of the things that she has been able to accept about me is that I love the female form more than anything else to look at. In art, movies, plays, ballet, or any other place, I just love the female form. I have always enjoyed going to the beach or any other place that allows me to see female bodies. I am an amateur artist and photographer as well. I have a ton of other hobbies of fishing, camping and exercising as well, but Missy has been patient and understanding about my fascination with the female form.

We met and fell in love towards the end of college. Early in our relationship she noticed that I really liked going to the park, going to the beach, etc. where I could people watch. She noticed that there are certain types of girls, clothes, and activities that I really enjoyed. As we talked about these things I told her about my fascination of the female body and the power or influence it has in our society. She kind of scoffed at this comment, which spurred on a whole deep discussion. One of the examples I gave her is a close friend of Missy’s, Kimberly that is very popular with guys. She is attractive but not drop dead gorgeous or anything. Missy has commented before that she has never understood why guys go after her so much. I used Kimberly as an example of a girl that understands the power and influence of the female form. I told her the next time we were with Kimberly I would show her what I meant. We kind of left the conversation at that point, as we had to run off to class.

A couple of evenings later that week, Kimberly and several of our friends came over studying and eating pepperoni rolls. Missy and I started talking about Kimberly to continue our conversion on the female form and the influence it can have if one understands it. I told her to watch as she talked with the guys at our house. I pointed out that her body language was always open to who ever she was talking to. She would touch their arm, put her hand on their side, and kiss people quickly when anyone arrived. Everything she did with her body language was in a manner to say please get close to me, I like being close to you. She would be careful to make eye contact and hold on to what one was talking about like it was very important and interesting regardless of what the subject was. It was funny kocaeli escort that as I pointed out all of the things she was doing, Missy was almost shocked that she had not really noticed that Kimberly always did these things. We both really like Kimberly because she is so easy to get to know.

Missy and I then talked about her hair. I mentioned that she kept her hair long down to the middle of her back. She has beautiful hair but it is also the way she always makes sure that she will lay her head on some ones shoulder and let it dance on somebody’s arms. Or when everyone is sitting on the floor she will stretch out and put her head on a guy’s leg so that her hair is lying around the guy’s thighs and crotch. I told Missy that this really drives guy’s nuts.

Next Missy and I talked about Kimberly’s clothes. She always wears tops that are very thin of silk or light cotton. They will usually button up the front or have an open neckline. She was wearing a button up tonight and I told Missy to notice that she always has the buttons undone to right in the middle of her breasts so that it is easy for a guy to see the tops of her breasts and bra, or even her bare breasts and nipples. I said to look at all the other girls in the room and they have at least one more button fastened and sure enough they did. Missy asked about her not wearing a bra and I told her I had seen her bare breasts and nipples on several occasions. Missy could not believe it. She had never seen it. I also said that she purchases lacy bras and very thin bras so that when her nipples get hard they poke out and show a little, which also drive guys crazy.

I mentioned that 90% of the time Kimberly wears very baggy legged shorts or a skirt. Either one is very sexy and inviting. She will move around in such a way that her thighs open and that one can get a glimpse of her panties. Missy laughed and said no way. Kimberly was wearing shorts tonight that had baggy legs. I told Missy to go and sit across from her for a few minutes.

We split up at that point and Missy made her way over and took a seat generally in front of Kimberly. About 10 minutes later Missy came over to me and kissed me on the lips and gave me a hug. When she was hugging me she whispered in my ear that they were very thin pink panties and that she saw her vagina-covered panties twice. She said she could not believe it.

After gölcük escort everyone took off, Missy and I had great sex. Afterward we were cuddling and she commented that she would always look at Kimberly in a whole new way. I said it is not just Kimberly that many girls do the same things and I mentioned that I felt many movie stars have done this very successfully in their own way. Missy said that she felt like this was the first time she understood how a guy thinks about things, which was really cool. I asked her what she was thinking about and she said she was curious to try doing some of the things and see if she would notice a difference in how boys acted around her.

A couple of days later Missy started wearing button up tops with buttons undone down to the middle of her breasts. She said she noticed guys making casual glances at her breasts when they were talking to her. She said she also noticed guys that never really talked to her in class before made it a point to come by her desk or talk to her after class. She was pretty excited about her new “game” as she called it.

We went to the mall the following week and she wanted to buy some clothes. As we started looking I noticed Missy was looking at thin button up tops. She found two she liked. She also bought a bra that was made of silk material that was very transparent. When you held your hands in the cup of the bra you could easily see your fingers. I started looking at some soft baggy shorts and she said I don’t know about those. I encouraged her to try them on at least. They felt like they were made of pajama material but they were just regular shorts. She tried them on and they looked good on her. Ultimately, I talked her into getting them.

She went back to her dorm and I went to my apartment. I went to pick her up to study that evening as we did often. When she came out I found out she did laundry and was wearing one of the new tops and shorts. I said she looked amazing. She kissed me on the check and told me she loved me and then said that as soon as I knew what color her panties were to whisper it in her ear. I leaned over and kissed her again. We went to the apartment and laid out our books in the living room to study. As she shifted around studying, I got a glimpse of the ivory colored panties and a couple of peaks at her breasts. She was wearing izmit sınırsız escort the new bra and it was almost as if she had gone braless. Her nipples were hard and made visible bumps on the front of her shirt. I got up to get a drink and asked her if she wanted one. I bent over kissed her and told her Ivory. She could not believe that I already had gotten a peak. David, my roommate came in an hour after that, said hi, and went to his room.

We fished our schoolwork and turned on the TV. I sat at the end of the couch and Missy lay her head down on my legs to watch. David came in and sat on the other end of the couch down by Missy’s feet. After a little while, David got up to use the bathroom. When he stepped out I told her I had a dare for her. She asked what the dare was. I reached over and grabbed her left knee and pulled it up against the back of the couch with the other being down on the seat of the couch causing her shorts to really sag. She asked me to go to the other end of the couch and look and make sure not too much was showing. I did and her whole crotch was visible. I told her that her panties were a little visible but not too much. She said she would be too embarrassed.

I asked her to just do it this once to see what would happen. David came back in and Missy froze. When David sat down his eyes went straight to her crotch. She stayed that way for 3-4 minutes with him constantly stealing glances at her crotch. Missy got up and stretched like she was tired and I followed her to my room. She shut the door and immediately took off her clothes with me right behind her and we had fast sex and then cuddled. She said she could not believe that she let David look at her with just her thin silk panties on. Missy said it made her super horny to know that she was showing off.

That was the beginning of her exploration with the full understanding of the influence of the female body on men. Missy noticed a big difference in the way our friends treated her and that she quickly became much closer to several of them. She said it was funny how boys getting “innocent” glances of her created a type of bond between them. It was like she became “one of the boys” in a way by having greater incite to guy’s voyeuristic desires and thoughts. We both feel that there is really no harm in this innocent play as it has helps keep us sexually charged and close, as well as close to many of our friends even after college.

We have found different ways to innocently show off her female beauty, whether it is by taking the liner out of the top of a swimsuit or wearing soft white cotton shirts.

I feel very fortunate to have a wife that has developed the same interest in human nature’s fascination with the female form.

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I had wanted Emily from the first time I saw her. It was at a big party to celebrate the end of a college year. I had graduated from the college three years earlier, but I still like to attend such events with hopes of landing one of the hot co-eds in attendance. I saw Emily as soon as I walked in, and was immediately drawn to her. She was one of the hottest girls I have ever seen, a petite brunette with small breasts but gorgeous legs and an incredible ass.

Emily’s swayed to the music, her ass brushing slowly back and forth against her dance partner. Her eyes were half closed as I walked towards her for a better look when suddenly she looked right at me. I felt my heart pound as she drew me in with her big brown eyes, and gave me a wicked smile. She started dancing even more suggestively, pushing her ass into his groin, playfully lifting her skirt to show more leg. I got hard immediately and could only imagine what it would be like to feel those legs…to have that ass against me.

When the song ended she disappeared with the guy, whom I later learned, was Michael, her jock boyfriend, and I didn’t see her again. I asked around, found out her name and got her number from a mutual friend. I knew she was out of my league, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I pursued her aggressively over that summer, begging for a date. She finally conceded in September, when her newly graduated boyfriend left for a job out of town.

We went out for dinner and I fell for her hard. We talked for hours, me trying to impress her with stories of my junior management role in an office, her with fun stories about her escapades, often involving Michael. Emily made it clear that Michael was still her boyfriend and we were just having a nice night out. Over the fall, I took her out a few more times like this, paying for her, but just as a friend. Each ‘date’ ended with a thank you, a peck on the cheek, then me heading to my apartment alone to jack off.

I finally got my break when, over Thanksgiving weekend, she broke up with Michael. I listened to her tell me all about how he had cheated on her, and at the end of the night I actually got to kiss her on the lips, and get a little feel of those soft, silky legs.

We started to see each other whenever she could find the time between her studies. We’d go out izmit escort with her friends, as a group. She never introduced me as her boyfriend, but I would pay for her drinks (sometimes buying for everyone), and I would usually get to take her home for a make out session in the car. She told me she wanted to go slow, as she was still hurting from her break-up, and I understood. I was so happy just to have her in my arms, to sometimes get a little feel of her ass under her skirt.

Emily certainly knew the impact she had on me. One night before she left my car she nibbled gently on my ear, softly grabbed my hardness through my jeans and whispered that I’d better go home and take care of it. I jacked off three times that night.

Other nights, with a few drinks in her, she would become very flirty. We took out Barry, an old high school friend of hers, for his birthday, along with six other friends. While I was up buying a round, the three girls in our party decided that it was time for Barry’s present, and one after the other they lined up to kiss him. They seemed to be competing a little and when I got back Brittany, a blonde bombshell friend who might have had 10 extra pounds on her, but all in the right places, was ready to take her turn. Emily was up last and I tried to get her attention as I brought over her drink, but she was fixated on the show Brittany was putting on. Brittany hiked up her skirt and straddled Barry, then buried his head in her big tits. Everyone cheered as she then bent down and passionately made out with Barry. Barry, who was a big guy, with hands twice the size of mine, lifted her skirt to feel her ass, exposing one of Brittany’s plump ass cheeks. Finally, Brittany climbed off, exposing a significant bulge in Barry’s pants.

It was now Emily’s turn and she didn’t hesitate. Emily walked over to Barry, turned her back to him and shook her gorgeous ass in his face. As Barry bent forward and kissed her ass cheeks to the hoots of the crowd, I tried to tell myself she was just having fun. She turned around and sat on his lap, kissing him hungrily. It occurred to me that she had never kissed me quite like this, but then I knew she had had a lot to drink. Barry’s hands explored her legs then slipped under her skirt. Although his big hands were not kocaeli ucuz escort visible, it was clear he was groping her openly and Emily did nothing about it. I started to get angry…he was feeling so much more of Emily than she had allowed me to…it looked like he must be pulling her ass cheeks apart under the skirt. She broke away from the kiss and turned to look at me while continuing to dry hump him slowly as her friends laughed and cheered. She looked so hot I could not stay mad at her. I wanted her so bad.

Whenever I had second thoughts about our relationship, Emily would give me just enough to keep me interested. One night I intended to have a serious talk with her after we got home from the bar with the gang. I drank a couple of shots to steel my determination and Emily kept up with me. She became much more affectionate than normal, cuddling up to me at the bar, even allowing me a few soft kisses in front of everyone.

Her friend Isabel started to talk to us as Emily was running her hand on my leg and suddenly Emily blurted out “Isabel, feel how hard he is just from sitting beside me.” Isabel was a squat, rather unattractive Latina, but she was fun, always bold and flirty. Still, I was shocked when, with no hesitation, she reached down and felt my cock through my pants, and gave it a few good squeezes while the two of them giggled. I lost any desire to confront Emily, instead I made out with her gratefully in my car after we got to her apartment. I thought this might be the night Emily would finally let me have her, but instead she slipped out of the car and blew me a kiss.

I had been pleading with Emily to go dancing since we started dating. Finally, on Valentine’s Day, she said if I’d take her and her friends out we’d go dancing at the club. On the dance floor I finally got to feel Emily’s ass push into me, just as I’d imagined so many times. She knew I had been fantasizing about this and she really made it special. She wore a silk skirt and when she pushed her ass into me it was like my cock was sliding along her tight ass. She looked over her shoulder at me with a knowing smirk pushing into me with the rhythm of the music. I grabbed her hips and felt like I was in heaven. Suddenly I left like I might cum so I started to darıca escort gently push her away, but this only encouraged her. She started to move up and down so my cock was clearly running along her ass crack through the thin material. I knew her friends must be seeing this near obscene dance but I couldn’t stop myself. I started to shoot into my pants and she kept humping until I was completely drained.

I felt very conscious about the large wet spot that formed on my pants, and how sticky I was, and suggested that we might call it a night, but Emily wanted to stay and dance with her friends. I was sure they all noticed my predicament, but I tried to act normal, buying a bottle for our group at Emily’s insistence. She asked me to dance again, but I felt exhausted and ashamed so I demurred. She went to dance with Brittany, who was showing more cleavage than I had ever seen, and the two of them put on a show for everyone at the club. I watched the two of them from the booth, as smitten as ever with Emily and forgetting the jism that was caking in my pants.

After a couple of dances, Barry joined Emily and Brittany and the two of them gave him a close-up show of their dirty dancing. I felt pangs of jealousy but it was also exciting to see Emily enjoy herself and show off her sexuality.

I was eventually pulled up on the dance floor by a clearly drunk Isabel, who threw her arms around me and giggled as we danced beside the others. Soon Isabel was grinding her ass into me, but I only felt the stickiness and sweat spread into me. Emily followed Isabel’s lead and started to grind into Barry as Brittany cheered them both on. I saw Barry pull my date closer, and whisper something in her ear he pushed himself back into her and I felt myself harden a little. Isabel seemed to notice and started to grind faster. I started to feel almost dizzy from all the stimuli…the loud music, the flashing lights, Isabel’s big ass against me, Brittany’s big tits bouncing as she laughed and danced, and of course my Emily who Barry had now turned around to face him. I was watching Emily’s ass move to the music when I suddenly felt Isabel’s hand go down my pants and grab on to my dick. I was mortified to think of what she must have felt, but she just stroked me expertly, using the semen and sweat as an effective lubricant on my now rock hard cock. I knew I should stop her but instead I watched Barry now dancing with both Emily and Brittany, one hand on each ass as Emily kissed Brittany softly. I blew my load again all over Isabel’s hand and as I did I saw Emily looking at me over her shoulder with a gleam in her eye.

I was so lucky to have her.

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I had just turned 18 and it was my last year in prep school. I had started later than most boys my age so I was just a bit older.

It was a very private exclusive boarding school, only boys which was a real pain. They didn’t allow and nudie magazines or pornography. It was there though and we had to keep it well hidden for fear of expulsion. We all masturbated so fuck mags were a necessity. I had some great ones from Europe that I managed to sneak away from my father who traveled to Europe. I know he and mom looked at them and got all hot and then would fuck like mad. Anyway he had so many he would not miss a few.

I had been called into the health teacher’s office that day and couldn’t figure out what she might want me for. She was one the best looking women at the school. She was a bit on the plump side but very nice probably in her 40’s. She dressed very conservatively which was school policy, very prudish!! However her dress could not conceal her very large breasts. She wore rather loose tops to hide just how big they were. Every now and then she would leave a button or two undone to give the guys just a peek at her cleavage.

I was headed for her private office wondering what she wanted with me.

“Please come in and have a seat young man”, she said rather abruptly.

I knew I was in trouble for something. Heck, I was due to graduate in two weeks. I sure didn’t need any problems.

“You know our policy here against any pornographic materials, don’t you?” she asked.

On no, I thought. She must have done a random search and found my magazines. I knew I was in serious trouble now.

“Yes ma’am”, I replied rather humbly.

” A Search of your dorm room was done and I discovered these porno magazines and I want to discuss them with you. I have done many searches and collected many such materials but none as great as these!” she said.

I could not belive my ears. She said they were great. I am sure she had seen many over the years. I might now be in so much trouble as I thought.

“I know Bobby that there are no girls here and that youg young men, especially those your age need some sexual release. It is the school policy kocaeli escort against porn but not mine. I must give the impression of inforcement when I find such material. I ususlly give a good scolding and then send the young man back to his room and tell him to find a more secure hiding place should the school president find any. He won’t be quite as understanding as me”

I was feeling relieved. Ms. Woods understood about masturbation and things like that. I was not going to get kicked out after all.

“You have some great fuck mags here Bobby”, she said smiling. “I have looked through them all and the women have such nice tits and the cocks on the men are so big. It seems these European men sure have loads of cum in their full balls There are many good closeups too of those big dicks opening up those great pussies and some pussies are cum filled, I do like that. That is the best place for cum is inside a woman’s pussy You know Bobby that I too get horny and need to releive myself like you do. I enjoy masturbating too.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was sure Ms. Woods was prim and proper and never thought that much about sex. It seems however that I was wrong and that she too liked to look at fuck pictures.

“Yes Ms. Woods” I replied. They are great mags from my dads collection. He gets them from Europe and they are arousing. I get so hard looking at them and do enjoy masturabting and cumming. The cocks are so big and the women very nice, but I like them a little bigger like you”

I couldn’t belive what I was just saying. She might not like my saying she is big. I maight be in trouble now. I felt like telling her though as if she would understand.

“Thank you, Bobby” she smiled. “I see that you have an eye for full figure women. I like that. Look here at this photo of this gal sucking that huge cock. She has one big set of tits. I wonder if she will suck him and take all his cum to swallow”

“You have some big ones yourself”, I said smiling back at her. “I have one magazine that has nothing but big women in them and I have jerked of to it a great many times. There are some great photos kocaeli rus escort in it of guys cumming all over their big tits and the cum is running down between them.

Some photos even have two and three guys cumming on tits, those are so great!”

“Umm Bobby I like that too”, she replied. “I really shouldn’t do this Bobby but would you like to cum on my tits. I would enjoy watching you jerk off for me. I had a boyfriend once who liked for me to leave my bra on and then cum all over it. I really liked watching him shoot. I know your cock must need some release. All men your age need to jerk off a lot to ease their tension. Instead of looking a a magazine you can look and then cum on me”

“Oh yes Ms Woods. I would love to jerk off for you. My dick is so hard now and I would love to see your tits”

“Wonderful Bobby”,she replied. ” Not only will I let you see my tits I will let you see my panties too. Now I wear these big full ones not bikinis, they are bright red and they make me feel sexy. Maybe later you might want to cum on them.”

My heart was racing as I watched her get undressed for me. She was a big woman but so sexy as she took her blouse and skirt. She had on this red bra a panty set. The panties were big as she said but oh so nice. Her ass was big and her tits fill the cups of that bra.

“Now Bobby you step out of those clothes. I want to get a look and your nice young cock. I want to see what’s going to shoot all that warm cum for me”

With no hesitation I got out of my pants, shirt and quickly took my briefs off. I was sticking up straight and firm.

“Goodness Bobby” she smiled. ” That is one nice cock you have and it’s so hard. Just look at how it stands up so proud. I can see why you enjoy playing with it. Your balls look so full of cum too. I can’t wait to see you masturabte for me”

“Do you really like my cock?” I asked. “It’s not near as big as those in the fuck magazines. I do like to shoot off though. I hope you like to watch me. I have watched some of the guys but I have never had a women watch me masturbate. I want to cum on your shiny red bra Ms. izmit ucuz escort Woods”

“Sure Bobby,” she answered. “I would like for you to squirt all over it. Here let me take off these panties and give you a nice look and my pussy. I will pull my lips open so you can see exactly where a man puts his cock. I love the feel of a huge cock up my fuckhole Bobby and then to have a man empty his load completley inside me it’s so wonerful. As I spread open you take that young cock of yours and stroke it for me.

I had my eyes fixed on her pussy as she pulled it wide open for me. She had a nice hairy bush and thick lips and nice pussy hole. My cock was hard as steel now and ready for pumping.

“That’s it Bobby”, she said. ” You pump away now and give me lots of cum. I’ll finger my hole some and work my clit as you masturbate. I want to see my nice red bra all covered in your youthful semen.”

I worked my shaft as my cockhead was so swollen. My eyes drifted down to her pussy as she fingered her hole. It was so wet and slick, I knew she was hot too. I got up close so when I shot off all my cum would land on her bra. I had a good grip and worked my hand up a down on my shaft. I was really enjoying showing Ms. Woods.

“Ummmmm Ms. Woods” I cried. “I am going to cum”

“Great Bobby” she said. ” You give me a nice big load right on my tits. I love to watch men shoot.

Umm my pussy is feeling good too. I so enjoy fingering my hole and watching you stroke that nice cock. Cum all on me Bobby…..Ummmmmm”

Suddenly I could hold back no more and my cock exploded its milky white cream. It was a very intense climax. Thick globs of cum flew from my pisshole covering her bra and making a very wet mess. I think Ms. Woods might have came also. She was working feverously at her clit, moaning and sighing.

I pumped every drop I could. Her bra was a mess of thick semen.

“Ohh Bobby what a lovely cummy mess you had made” she moaned. Here see my wet hole. I came too.”

She held herself open and she was dripping with her wetness. It looked as if I had cum on her pussy instead of her bra.

” Now Bobby”, she said. Lets make another time for some masturabtion fun. You take your magazines and keep them well hidden. We might want to try some things they do in them.”

It was too bad for me that I graduated it two weeks. I never got called in to see her after that. I just bet though that Ms.Woods had other students to enjoy watching cum on her nice big bras……………..

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I had met Mike a few months earlier at a party (perhaps more in another story later). Mike was about three years older than me, about 24 at this time. He and two friends were heading to a country concert at a big amphitheater venue a few hours from where we lived. He asked me if I wanted to join them and I happily accepted. I was excited to see the acts and spend more time with Mike.

His buddies were coming from elsewhere so we decided to just meet there. I hadn’t met these friends yet so I was a little nervous going in as he really talked them up. Mike loved my boobs so I figured I would wear something to show them off, and maybe get his friends to like me too. As it was summer and actually during a heat wave, I decided to wear a low-cut white tank top and a short jean skirt. Mike tried to get me to go without a bra but that isn’t easy to pull off with my “blessings” as he likes to call them.

We headed out after packing a few beverages and Mike mixed me a drink for in the car, since he would be driving. He just asked that I repay him during the drive, wink wink. It was a beautiful sunny day and we were just excited to be doing something fun for once. Work and college were getting in the way too often lately.

From the first sip I knew he mixed a strong drink and while I can usually hold my alcohol pretty well, I knew I would need to pace myself. He smiled as I nearly choked on the first swallow. We were jamming out in the car with the windows rolled down cruising past semis and other vehicles left and right on the interstate. He asked if I was ready to start paying up for his bartending “skills”. I was feeling good having put down about 3/4 of the drink and overall in a great mood. I shyly asked him what he had in mind. He smiled as he asked me to remove my bra once again. I started to argue but he stopped me saying we had a deal. I argued that point too as we didn’t really have a deal but I really didn’t mind teasing him if that’s what he was looking for. Making sure there weren’t any cars next to us, I just pulled down my tank top and removed my bra. I shook my boobs a little as I grinned at him, then jokingly told him to keep his eyes on the road as I pulled my tank top back up.

I suppose I should give a little more info about me before this gets too far along. My name is Amy. I was 21 at the time and my chest always got a lot of attention, and plenty of trouble. They were 36dd at the time and sat pretty high and firm, at least as high and firm as 36dd’s can (those are mine in my profile). I’m 5’6″ tall and weigh about 130 pounds. I’m not super skinny but most girls with curves aren’t. As I mentioned earlier, Mike was more of a boob man than an ass man, but some of my earlier flings complimented me on my ass as well so it must be alright. However, pretty much all the men I have been with previously went straight for my boobs. Even a few of my girlfriends made a habit of groping them. It seemed like whenever hooking up with a guy they never went without a hand, mouth, or cock on or between them. I’ve received more than my fair share of pearl necklaces in my life. Anyway, back to the story.

Mike told me to keep drinking up as he pulled another little bottle of JD from the bag behind us and poured it into my drink. I added some coke as he chuckled. Shortly after he reached over and started groping my boobs and my nipples got instantly hard, although they were nearly there without a bra on already. After a few more miles he grabbed the nearest strap on my tank top and started to work it down my arm. I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Just making the view better.” I laughed as he seemed to be infatuated with my boobs. He was able to work the one closest to him out of my top and he politely asked me to get the other one out. Smiling, I told him he would owe me something later. I worked the tank top down to my waist with both boobs standing tall and proud and him grinning like the cat that ate the canary. We were nearing the concert venue so I didn’t think this would be the worst experience and I did secretly enjoy showing them off.

He had been checking his phone during the drive and getting updates from his friends on how close they were getting to the venue as well. He mentioned we should be getting there around the same time as we started to pass a semi. I went to pull my tank top up when he reached over and stopped me. I looked over at him in surprise and back over to the semi as just as we were passing the cab. The driver was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t tell if he was looking down at me or not, but when I heard the horn blow I figured he must have enjoyed the view. Mike laughed as I blushed and punched him in the arm. We heard a few more truck horns along the way and he even slowed down next to a few of them. I was so embarrassed as many of them were older men who looked like they hadn’t bathed in a few days.

Finally, our exit was only 5 miles ahead and I asked Mike when I could pull escort izmit my tank top back up. He smiled and said I could after I flash the next car we pass. I started to argue but knew I wasn’t going to win the argument and I was starting to enjoy showing off. As we pulled up to the next car, Mike slowed a little so we wouldn’t pass them so quickly and he asked me to face them as we passed. There were two guys, roughly our age, in the car and they both stared open mouthed as we pulled even with them. They sped up when Mike did so we weren’t able to pass them and they continued to stay next to us.

I sat back in my seat just as Mike’s phone rang. I could see it was his friend Jason, one of the guys we were meeting at the concert. Mike put the call on speaker and I nearly died when I heard his friend Jason say, “Holy shit Mike, your girlfriend’s tits are amazing! You weren’t kidding!”. I could hear laughter in the background as I turned to look at the car still driving right next to us. Both of the guys waved as I pulled my tank top back up and turned bright red. I started hitting Mike out of embarrassment as he tried to poorly lie and tell me he didn’t realize it was his friend Eric’s car we were passing. I didn’t believe him for a second. He was always encouraging me to wear revealing clothing and he often left his door open when I was staying at his place and his roommates were around, even if I was still laying naked in bed in the morning.

So that was how I first met his friends Jason and Eric. I was still red from embarrassment when we finally got parked. They ended up a few cars away from us and they came over to Mike’s car quickly. They were laughing as they approached and wouldn’t stop with compliments for the first several minutes. I hit Mike on the arm one more time and told him to make me another drink. The parking lot was in a big field and there were people everywhere drinking and having a good time.

Jason was over 6′ tall and had a strong build to him. Eric was a little shorter and thinner. Both had blondish hair and I’m sure did fine with the ladies. Mike had told me a few stories about them previously.

Despite the earlier incident, we all got along great pretty much right off the bat as Jason and Eric told me about some of the times Mike had pulled off some similar pranks on his ex-girlfriends. They gave him some shit but continued to congratulate him on somehow reeling me in while also continuing to compliment me, or I probably should say, my boobs. They couldn’t keep from looking at them and about that time I remembered that I hadn’t put my bra back on after the incident. The mixture of alcohol and embarrassment must have kept me from remembering. I started to look in the car for my bra but I couldn’t find it. Mike just laughed as I asked him where he put it. He pointed to the drunk and shrugged his shoulders saying, “They’ve already seen them babe…without the tank top even. It really doesn’t matter anymore.” I couldn’t argue with that but there were plenty of other guys walking by who were enjoying the view.

The guys started drinking the beer that we brought along while I downed another Jack and coke, or two. We were having a good time talking about the concert, getting to know each other, and them telling me about some of the stupid things Mike did in high school and college. Jason kept challenging me to try and keep up with him as he downed another beer. He was slurring his words a bit so I didn’t think he would be able to drink much more. I downed my drink as well and Mike started to mix me another.

I was holding out as long as I could as the only bathrooms they had were porto-potties. As I stood up out of my chair, I could immediately feel the alcohol had kicked in. I wasn’t necessarily drunk yet, but definitely buzzing and feeling good. As I made my way to the porto-potties, I received quite a few offers from guys for beverages.

“Beer or booze for boobs,” a few called.

I just smiled as I walked by, flattered by the attention I was receiving. I received a few more of the offers on the way back including a few whistles. I was feeling great when I got back by Mike and his friends. Mike asked me why I was smiling so big and I told him about the offers I had received.

“That’s great,” he said as he glared at his friends. “These idiots forgot to bring alcohol and we’re down to our last beers.”

I just stared at him in disbelief, not sure if he meant what I thought he did. The only place to buy any alcohol was inside the venue and nobody wanted to head inside yet. I took a big drink of the new one Mike had made for me as he and his friends just eyed me. I told them I had enough alcohol to last for me so too bad for them. Jason and Eric started begging with me to please get them a few more beers. “Please, please, please,” they both said.

Jason added, “Your tits are amazing! I’m sure you’ll get a case for us just by showing kocaeli evi olan escort them once.” I was a little annoyed the way he talked about them and how he wanted to use them for getting themselves more beer, but it also was a little flattering. The alcohol also wasn’t helping me think very clearly.

Jason challenged me to see who could finish their drink first. I only had about 1/4 left while he had just opened their last beer. Smiling I said, “You’re on.” Mike hesitated like he wanted to say something, but then just said, “Go!”

I’m not sure how he did it, but when I lowered my finished drink, Jason was smiling at me with his can already crushed.

“You lose, lightweight,” he said. “Now let’s go get us some more beer.”

He led the way as me and Eric followed. Mike caught up with us shortly and handed me a new drink. I was flushed and embarrassed, but also a little excited as we approached a group of guys drinking heavily. I recognized them from earlier as a group that had made me an offer. One of the guys who saw us approaching ignored the guys and asked if I was considering their offer. I flushed a little more red as Jason spoke up.

“She’s willing to show them but we need at least a case because they are spectacular!” he emphasized.

The guy was clearly pretty drunk as he responded that he didn’t think fake boobs were worth a case.

“They are definitely not fake,” said Mike. I was shocked to hear him say that and play along with this game.

“Well,” said the guy, “I probably should be able to find that out for myself if it’s going to cost me a case.”

He approached me as I just stood there in shock. He reached up and started groping me through my tank top, my nipples hardened even more. “Very nice,” he said, as he reached up to the straps. He pulled them both down my arms as the rest of his friends gathered around. As the straps reached my elbows, the tank top was just barely hanging on and covering my nipples. With one last pull on the straps, my boobs sprang out and a loud cheer went up from the guys. I covered my face as I felt the stranger start to grope my boobs in front of everyone, including Mike. I looked over at him and he was just smiling and staring at the stranger squeezing my boobs. I looked the other way to see Jason and Eric doing the same thing. As I looked back at the stranger, I saw a few of his friends reach out for a feel as well. Suddenly there were about four pairs of hands squeezing and groping me.

Finally Jason stepped forward and said, “Alright guys. That’s enough. Now where is that case of beer?”

There were a few last second gropes before Jason reached out and grabbed them himself, “to get their filthy hands off your amazing tits” he would later say.

One of the guys approached from the back with six cans of cheap beer. “This is all we have left,” he said. The strangers laughed as they walked back to their party and vehicle.

“Well, that’s better than nothing,” said Jason, and he dropped his hands from my boobs and continued walking to the next group of guys. I stood there for a few seconds stunned before Mike made a motion for me to pull up my top. I felt a little dirty and used but couldn’t deny that this was turning me on in some twisted sort of way.

A few of the guys in the next group we approached had witnessed what happened with the previous strangers so they wanted the same deal. Jason made sure to see that they had a full case to offer before giving them the go ahead. I just stood there not sure what to say or do as three strangers approached me. The talker of the group asked Jason how they knew me as he started to lower the straps on my tank top. Jason laughed and said she is Mike’s girlfriend as he nodded toward Mike. Mike just smiled and nodded to them as the top lowered to my waist.

“These are impressive!” said the talker as he took them in his hands. “Your girlfriend has great tits!” he said in the direction of Mike. Then he lowered his hands and leaned in to lick one of my nipples. One of his friends was quick to do the same to the other nipple as the last guy just groped what he could around his friend’s mouths. I was definitely getting turned on by being offered, complimented, groped, and more in this very public setting. After about ten seconds, although it seemed like ten minutes, of them groping and sucking on my boobs, Jason stepped in again and pushed them off while grabbing my boobs himself. Mike grabbed the beer and I pulled up my tank top as we headed back to the vehicle while Jason and Eric went to the porto-potties. As Mike and I walked back toward his car, I asked him how he felt about all these guys seeing my boobs and touching them, even sucking on them. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it on the bulge in his shorts. I was shocked but even more turned on as I felt how hard he was. He just smiled at me as I looked izmit rus escort wide-eyed at him.

When we got back to the car, he took one of the chairs and moved it between his car and the vehicle next to him. He told me to sit down as he stood in front of me. He reached down and pulled down my top again as he started to grope my boobs. He released them as he reached for the button and fly of this shorts, unzipping them and pulling them down a little. His cock sprang out directly in my face, harder than I had ever seen it. He reached down with one hand to grope my boobs again while placing his other hand behind my head. He loves blow jobs and I knew what he wanted in that moment. I couldn’t deny that I was extremely turned on as well and I opened my mouth to take his cock deep. He is about six inches and not very thick so I can deep throat him after working on it for awhile. He was moaning as he groped my boobs and I stroked him as I sucked and fondled his balls.

We were in our own world for a few minutes before I noticed a pair of feet appear behind Mike. I looked up and saw Jason smiling down at me over Mike’s shoulder and he had something in his hand. I didn’t stop what I was doing due to how turned on I was and, I’m sure, the affect of the alcohol. As my eyes came into focus on what Jason had in his hand, I realized it was a cell phone. He was apparently taking pictures or video. I still didn’t really comprehend what was happening and didn’t think more of it as I turned my attention back to Mike’s cock.

After a few more minutes of sucking Mike’s cock, I could tell he was getting close. As I looked up at Mike, I realized that Jason and Eric were standing on either side of him, Jason still holding his phone while Eric was holding something else. I turned to look at Eric while Mike’s cock was still in my mouth and I nearly choked when I saw he had his cock out less than two feet away and was stroking it. I looked up at Mike with wide eyes and he just smiled down at me. Suddenly, he took my left hand off his balls and moved it toward Eric’s cock. Eric stepped closer and I felt his cock rub against my hand. I didn’t know what to with Mike’s cock in my mouth and Eric’s cock rubbing against my hand.

Then I heard Mike say, “Just stroke it for him, babe. Look how hard he is.”

I looked back over at Eric’s cock and I almost couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw a hand try to wrap around his thick cock. That’s when I realized it was my hand and my fingers weren’t even close to touching around his thick shaft. He groaned as he thrust in and out of my hand, doing most of the work. From his moaning I could tell that he was pretty close already.

I was in disbelief with Mike’s cock still in my mouth and Eric’s thick cock in my hand, not sure how it had got to this point. I wasn’t really sucking Mike at this point with everything going on so he was just thrusting deep in my mouth. I could hear him moan that he was close and I started to prepare for his cum.

Suddenly, Jason spoke, “We don’t want you cumming too fast, do we Mike?” I felt a hand on my head pull me off Mike’s cock and over to my right. Directly in my face was a new cock that was extremely hard, red, and long. I felt the hand pull my head toward it and I instinctively opened my mouth to allow it in. I looked up to see Jason smiling at me and still with his phone in his other hand.

“You’re amazing, Amy!” he said, as I heard Mike and Eric both moan. My hand was still wrapped around Eric’s cock and I looked back at Mike in shock with Jason’s cock thrusting deep into my mouth. Mike had replaced my mouth with his own hand around his cock and was stroking furiously. I heard Mike groan and felt a warm substance on my neck and chest. I felt a pair of hands grab my head and pull me back to my left and off of Jason’s long cock. My head was pulled toward Eric’s thick cock that my left hand was still stroking. As the thick cock neared my head, a burst of cum exploded from the head and hit me right in the nose. Before the next blast erupted, the thick cock thrust into my mouth and it was starting to fill with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed as fast as I could not knowing how much more there could be.

Suddenly my head was pulled back again and I felt cum hit my face and neck as I was directed back to my right. The long, red cock was thrust back into my mouth a few times before it was withdrawn and I stared at it as the first blast flew out, hitting me in the forehead. I closed my eyes as the hands just held my head in place and I felt cum shooting all over my face and running off my chin. After about a minute the hands released my head and I could hear lots of heavy breathing. I brought my hands up to my eyes to clear away the sperm. When I opened my eyes, Mike was holding Jason’s phone and all three guys were beside themselves, saying how amazing I was and thanking me over and over. I could feel the cum all over my face and running down my neck and chest. I looked down to see an incredible amount of cum all over my boobs and running onto my white tank top.

The guys found a towel for me to clean off with and as I finished Mike handed me another drink. “You know,” I said, “what I could use much more than another drink is some satisfaction. A lady needs attention too and I’m soaked…”

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