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In the beginning, I remember the darkness. Then a voice.

“Hello, Adam.”

“Who are you?” I asked. Who am I? I wondered to myself…

“I am your Creator, the Lord your God,” it replied. After a brief hesitation, it continued. “You may think of me as your Father.”

My God… “Did you create me? Who am I?” I asked impatiently.

“I created everything there ever was and ever will be, young Adam. But you are the most perfect of all my creations. Your race will rule, and you yourself are destined to lead them into their glory.”

“Why am I your most perfect creation? What makes me so special, Lord?”

“You will know in time, my son. But your birthright is free will. You alone of all Creation can choose. Never forget that,” it, no, I thought, He replied.

But there was only darkness around me. Aside from my Father’s voice, there was no sound. Only the void existed. “Where is Creation?” I inquired. “I wish to see it, Lord.”

“Do you wish to exist?” he asked.

“Yes. Badly,” I answered honestly.

“Then I shall show you your new home.”

“What is its name?” I wondered. I felt within me an urge, a compulsion, to know the names of my Father’s work.

“Hmm,” he mused. “You shall name it,” he responded proudly. “It shall be your first task. Name all that you behold. That is my commandment to you, Adam.”

“Yes, Father,” I said, full of delight at this new task. What trust my Father had in me!

“Let us go, then.”

It was beautiful. So vibrant, so lively! After the senselessness of the void, it was almost too much to handle. Colors, sounds, smells. The wind blew against my body. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, a nearby lion roared with deafening volume. Verdant grass tickled the sensitive soles of my feet. A massive blue sphere stretched overhead, dotted with white puffs. Massive trees surrounded the clearing, their branches heavy with ripe fruits. Cliffs rose from the earth, jutting skyward. A waterfall thundered into a lake, a place that would soon become my favorite as I explored the garden more and more. Smells, all unfamiliar and new and exciting, filled my nostrils. I inhaled over and over, savoring their novelty. I dropped to my knees. I couldn’t speak. Surely I was unworthy of all this. “What…what is all this?” I barely asked between gasps.

My Lord spoke to me inside my head. “That will be your choice, my son. Name it all. These are my other creations. Miracles, each of them, yet infinitely inferior to you. You are closer to Me than they are to you, young Adam. You must guide them, as I will guide you. Now my son, what shall you name this garden?”

A name came unbidden to me. “This is Eden, Father. This garden is named Eden.” I smiled, reveling in the sound of the name. “Eden! It is beautiful, Father. How can I be better than this?”

“You are. Their greatness is only in their body. But you have a great mind. Use it well and never cease to use it. It will give you far more than I directly could,” he explained, but I still did not yet feel superior to the rest of the garden’s inhabitants.

“Tell me more, Father. Teach me,” I begged.

“Of course, Adam,” he answered patiently, a smile in his voice.

Days passed. Every day God taught me more. He had so many rules for me, but I tried my hardest to learn them all. He was always so proud of me when I had memorized his lessons. His greatest rule was not to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. One day, when God was busy, I saw a boar eat one of the apples, innocent in its ignorance. My Father had never told the other creations his rules. I was sure of it. I was not worried for the animal, for I did not think my Father would punish it for something it did not know not to do.

But I never saw the boar in the garden again. I saw it the day after, wandering in the burnt, orange, dusty wasteland of rocks and sand that lay outside the garden. It squealed miserably. It pathetically tried to dig in the hard, infertile soil, desperate for food. Harsh, hot winds blew around it. There was no relief to be had. Flecks of sharp rocks cut its flesh, carried by the powerful breeze. Crimson streamed down its flesh, leaving red drops on the soil, satiated the parched soil for a moment. And a new word came to me. The boar would surely die. As I was before I existed, the boar would become. Only the boar didn’t talk. Would God talk to it after death? Would there be any boar left to which my Lord would speak? Death scared me. The boar’s punishment was rending my heart. I ran away from the borders and into a cave. I hid from God and I cried. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair for the boar to be punished. It had done nothing wrong. It had done nothing wrong!

I tried to speak with the other inhabitants of Eden, but none would talk, no other creation had intelligence. God had been right. I was special. And every day, God had less time for me. I pretended not to notice, pretended not to mind. I was afraid bodrum escort bayan he might leave me entirely if I made him angry. I became lonelier and lonelier. I talked with the animals anyway, hoping that one day they would talk back. Sometimes I spoke for them, giving them the words they lacked. I made up stories for them, lives, dreams, thoughts. I fancied that they were grateful for my gift, that I told their story. I talked with my reflection. I often looked at it in the waters of the lake. I had become aware of my own body and its beauty, as I stared at myself in the pond, my brown eyes staring back up at me.

My wavy black hair reached down to my shoulders. Between my eyes was a long, straight nose, leading down to a wide pair of lips the same color as the raspberries I loved so much. I turned my head from side to side, admiring the way my moustache and beard looked. God had granted to me a small, sharp piece of metal that he called a razor, and I smiled as I remembered the way my Father taught me how to shave, patiently explaining the process to me, gently encouraging me to keep going when the blade bit me, drawing blood. I had kept at it, and he said he was proud of me for learning the skill. I kept my cheeks and neck clean, but allowed a band of hair the width of both my thumbs together to go from ear to ear along the bottom of my jaw.

Further down, my broad chest, a golden brown, was lightly covered with soft, dark hair. My muscles, the pride of my body, bulged beneath my flesh in my arms and legs, lightly glistening with sweat from my jog to the lake. My abs stood out in relief, and a dark trail of hair led from beneath my ribs down to my loins. There was the most mysterious part of my body. I had found uses for the rest. My eyes saw, my ears heard, my teeth chewed, my hands were useful for moving and touching things, but the thick, heavy tube between my legs, above a soft, delicate sack, seemed to have little use. I relieved myself through it, but why did it have to be so large? I was certain I would learn a use for it one day and make my Father proud.

But however much joy I derived from my body, it could never make up for the despair of loneliness I felt. “Father?” I called meekly. What if he were busy? What if he didn’t love me anymore? “Father?” I asked again, a bit louder, my voice cracking.

“Yes, Adam?” He responded. “What troubles you, my child?”

“I…I am lonely. Can you teach the beasts to speak? I adore talking to you, my Lord, but, but please, I need others to speak with.” I thought of the boar. “I wish to know what they think and feel, my Lord. Will you please grant this humble wish?” I pleaded.

All of Creation fell silent. Goosebumps appeared all up and down my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I did not mean to offend him oh no what if he banishes me from Eden as he did the boar what if he uncreates me here and now oh what have I done?

“Ahhh, my young Adam,” He responded after an eternity of uncertainty. “No, I shall not grant you this, but I shall give to you something infinitely greater. Sleep, my son, and when you shall awake, you shall have a new gift. You shall be happier than you have ever been, this I promise you.”

“Thank you, Father,” I gasped out, my knees wobbling, my heart pounding. How my dread had so quickly transmuted into elation. How could I sleep now? I was far too excited! But I had to sleep to get my gift. What torture! I had to swim myself to exhaustion in the warm waters of the lake, but I was able to fall asleep, my muscles aching blissfully, as I relaxed on the grass on the shore, my last vision of the distant clouds in the azure sky.

My eyes opened. I was looking into my reflection! How had it gotten out of the water?! I bolted up, panting, my eyes wide. Wait, no…it wasn’t my reflection…it hadn’t escaped after all. Was this my gift? I studied the body lying next to me. What was it? No…a new word came into mind…Who was she?

She looked much like me. She was almost me, but as I looked more and more I could spot the differences. Her hair was much longer. Like mine, it was black and wavy, but while my hair stopped at my shoulders, her hair reached down to the bottom of its ribs. Her face was smaller, rounder, softer than mine was. Her large eyes were closed in sleep, but a faint smile was on her plump, deep lychee-red lips. Her nose was a bit rounder and smaller. She looked so gentle and delicate…

Her dark brown flesh was soft beneath my touch. Her breath quickened, but she didn’t awaken. Almost hidden by her long hair were two massive mounds. My heart raced as I looked at them heaving with every breath she took. Trembling, I reached out and cupped one of them. It was firm, but soft. At its point, it became darker, a coconut brown, and as I held her in my hand, I felt her point harden and poke against my palm. I grinned broadly. Her body was so fascinating. What else was there yalıkavak escort to discover about her?

Her body had less muscle than mine, but its shape was far more attractive, I realized. I was angular, she was curved. I was hard, she was soft. I was hairy, she was entirely smooth beneath her neck. Her stomach led down to a broad, flat plain between her thighs. I reached down and felt my own manhood between my legs. I looked at her, lacking my tool. I wondered why we were different. Maybe when she woke up she could tell me.

She softly snorted in her sleep. How adorable… She stretched her arms and turned onto her side, revealing a plump, tight backside. Seized by a sudden urge, I spanked it. She awoke with a slight start, sat up, and turned to face me. Now that her eyes were open, I saw that they were a dazzling celadon. We sat there together, staring into each other’s eyes. My stomach tingled. My teeth were abuzz. Even though I hadn’t run, I began to sweat. I felt afraid, I felt excited, I felt something new…it was almost how I felt about my Father, but…different. I made a note to ask Father about this new feeling. I would pay attention when he explained. This was important. It was the best feeling I had felt since I was created.

“Hello, Adam,” she said, her voice more beautiful than the songs of the birds and gentler than the lapping of the waves against the stones.

“Who are you?” I asked. Usually the names of creation came to me, but hers remained unknown. “How do you know my name?”

“Our Father told me your name. He told me many things about you, Adam. He told me that my name is Eve,” she explained. “I am your wife, and you are my husband.” She took my hands in hers and clasped them against her soft, full chest. I felt her heart beat. My throat got dry. I could barely speak. “Do I satisfy you? The Lord said that I was created for you. I want to satisfy you,” she said, urgently, eagerly.

“You satisfy me very much,” I confessed honestly. Someone to speak with…a wife…a companion… A second God, almost. Another creation that spoke. Another intelligence in Eden. I was ecstatic beyond mere words. My soul burned. I felt like I could fly with the birds of the garden. “Do you want to see Eden?” I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded a tad awkwardly, but it endeared me to her even more. I vowed to always protect her. “Yes, Adam. I do. Show me our Eden.”

Days passed. Every minute was spent with each other. At times God joined us, but even when He left, I was lonely no longer. I taught her, as God had taught me. I taught her the names of the beasts and the fruits of the garden. I showed her my favorite spots. I taught her God’s rules for me, except one. I never told her about the Tree. It frightened me, and I made sure to avoid it with her. One night she woke me up, saying I had been crying and whimpering in my sleep. I didn’t tell her I had dreaming of the boar in the wilderness. I told her I had had a bad dream. When she asked for more, I walked away and slept somewhere else. The next morning when I returned, dried tears were visible on her face. I snuggled up behind her and held her tightly against me. When she woke up, I apologized and promised never to leave her again. I gave her a commandment, as God had given to me. I commanded that she never ask me about the dream again. Crying, she promised. Crying, I kissed her and held my heart against hers, so that they beat together.

Whenever I looked at my wife, I felt a longing inside me. I had never felt it before. It felt…divine. I wanted to create. “Eve. I must speak to our Lord alone. I will be back shortly,” I told her, kissing her forehead.

“Adam, don’t leave!” she pleaded. My heart softened, my resolve nearly broke, but I had to find out what these new things were inside me. I hated not knowing.

“I will never leave you. Never. I only have to ask him something. Have no worries, Eve, I will come back.” I walked away, knowing that if I were to turn around, I would never be able to leave, even for a moment.

I made my way to the top of the highest hill in the garden. “Father, are you there? It is I, Adam.”

“What is it you need, my son?” God asked me.

“I have new feelings when I am with Eve. I do not know their names. I do not know their meaning. Please tell me, Father,” I prayed.

“There are things I can teach you, young Adam, and there are things you must learn for yourself. I am sorry, my son, but I cannot tell you this. But I will help you learn it for yourself. When next you see Eve, there will be a new feeling. Give into it. It will lead you to the truth you desire,” God instructed.

“Yes, my Lord,” I said, sad that he had refused to teach me. Had I not been a good enough student for him? I swallowed. “I will do as you command.” I walked home slowly, thinking all the while. What would my new feeling be? How could I follow a feeling? I knew being gümüşlük escort with Eve would comfort me. I quickened my pace until I reached our home. Eve was eaten a ripe mango, sweet, yellow juice dribbling down her chin. When she saw me, she tossed the fruit aside, wiped her face clean with her arm and ran to me, knocking me down to the ground, kissing my lips, my cheek, my forehead, everywhere.

“I missed you, Adam! I missed you so much!” she told me.

“I missed you, too, Eve.”

She ceased her kisses and looked into my eyes, gentle concern visible in her green eyes. “Did God answer your questions?”

“No. He did not. But he said the answer would come,” I told her.

As we spoke, my body warmed. The feeling of her heavy breasts against my own chest burned in my mind. My hands felt drawn to her body as I caressed her back, running my fingertips down her spine, from her neck to her bottom, which I firmly spanked. Was this the new feeling?

Eve looked shocked. “Adam, are you alright?”

“Yes, Eve. God told me to give into whatever I felt. We must do as God commands, my wife.”

What else did I want to do? My kisses strayed from her face for the first time. I kissed her neck. I nibbled her neck. Eve made new noises. She moaned and groaned loudly, rubbing herself against me. I felt her small, dark nipples sharply pressing against my chest. “Adam,” she gasped, her eyes half-closed, “what are we doing? This feels so good…”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. Something new was happening between my thighs. My manhood was stiffening, hardening, growing larger and larger, becoming hotter and redder. Eve lifted herself off me as she felt it urgently press into her.

“My husband!” she cried, looking in shock at the thick rod beneath her. “What happened?” She reached down and took my shaft in her soft hand. A jolt of energy coursed through my body. Eve rubbed it gently. “Does it hurt?” she asked worriedly. She quickened the pace of her hand. “How can I help you?” she pleaded, biting her lip and looking into my eyes.

I bucked my hips upward, desperate to continue this new feeling. I felt like she held my very soul in her hands. She was in control of me as though I were one of creation’s beasts. “It feels marvelous, my wife. Keep healing me,” I begged her. I never wanted this to end.

“Yes, my husband,” she said, a smile growing on her lips. Her hand blurred as she stroked my throbbing rod, as tall and hard as the oldest oak in Eden. I panted, savoring every sensation she gave me. Eve watched me, delighted at the effect she was having on me. She suddenly stopped. I looked at her, hurt. “Adam,” she began, looking unsure of myself. “I…I wish to try something. I am having new feelings, too.” She looked down at her crotch, and I followed her gaze. It was glisteningly moist about her slit. I gently probed it with my finger, and she shivered in delight. I had an idea…

I gripped her hips firmly and positioned her dripping wet self above me. “I think I know what to do, Eve.”

“I trust you, Adam,” she replied huskily.

I slowly lowered her, impaling her on my shaft. We moaned in unison as I entered her. What was this? Her moist, tight body clenched around me. My hardness throbbed within her. Her long, sleek, raven hair hung over her body, parting around her breasts and revealing their full roundness to me. She began to ride me as though I were a stallion. She bounced up and down. Her beasts bounced beautifully. Wave after wave of greater pleasure than I had ever known ran through my body.

Her lips were parted. Her eyes half-closed. Her head was tilted back as she moaned over and over, crying out my name in passion: “Adam! Oh, Adam!” Sweat was dewing upon her breasts. One of her hands reached up uncontrollably and fondled her large breasts, caressing them, pinching her dark, hard nipples.

A strange pleasure was building within me. Something was coming inside me. “Eve!” I cried. “Oh Eve, don’t stop!” What was happening? I didn’t care. I couldn’t imagine any feeling better than what was happening right now. My whole body shuddered. My body felt aflame. Lightning coursed through me. I convulsed and spasmed as hot jets of my soul shot into Eve’s body. Eve quivered, moaning and gasping, both her hands grabbing and squeezing and rubbing her breasts, her hair blowing wild and free in the wind, as she screamed a wordless cry of passion. We gasped, trying to catch our breaths.

Eve and I locked eyes and I felt something new in my heart. “Eve,” I said hesitantly, a new word in my mind, “I…I love you.”

Her pupils widened. “Adam!” she exclaimed, her hand flying up to her mouth. She averted her eyes briefly before returning my gaze yet again. “I love you, too.” She gently climbed off me and cuddled up beside me, her arm over my chest, her body tight against me. We fell asleep that way, my body filled with warmth and happiness.

I woke up alone. “Eve?’ I called. Where was she? I looked around, but she was nowhere around. In the wet sand nearby, a long, deep, curving path led away from us. I went searching for her, following the path as best as I could. I came across her standing near the Tree. I ran to her. Oh please, no…

Eve turned around and saw me. “Adam! Come here, my love!” she called to me, waving eagerly.

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The First Night – An Indian Phenomenon

The First Night concept is uniquely Indian. Parents arrange most of the marriages in India. The betrothal ceremony takes place soon after to announce the good news to friends and relatives. In a society where the mixing of sexes is minimal the young couple get little chance to meet. During the engagement the young man may visit his girl in her home, and maybe take her to a movie or two. Nothing of note can happen in these closely monitored meetings. The wedding follows, and then the First Night. What is it like for two people, who hardly know each other, to be locked in a room, and expected to make love? Thousands of couples cope successfully, and joyfully, with this situation every day. It is unlikely that any two of these bedroom dramas are the same. This is a sample.

* * *

Arjun lay stretched on the sofa of the hotel room where he was to spend the night with his newly wedded wife. Though they were middle class his father-in-law, as per custom, provided a room in a five star hotel for his daughter’s nuptials. Arjun’s wife, the dainty Minita, had locked herself in the bathroom for a bath and a change. He needed a bath too for the day was hot, and the line at the reception long. His legs were stiff, his arms sore, and his facial muscles taut from forced smiling.

Arjun, in his visits to her home during the engagement found her a very quiet girl, almost timid. He decided that he would draw her out, and proceed gradually, without hurrying her in any way. In his innocence he did not know that the magic thread that he himself had tied round her neck hours ago had transformed her beyond recognition.

The bathroom door latch clicked, and then opened slowly. Minita sailed out. In a light blue sari she was a stunner. Arjun looked at her gaping. His bride laughed. For the first time he was hearing the tinkling sound of her laughter. It was thrilling.

“Hitch your jaws up, Arjun, and go for your bath,” she said. “I’ll keep hot coffee ready for you.” Arjun felt silly that he should have gaped so obviously, and surprised that the girl who expressed herself mostly by gestures during the engagement should speak so forcefully. He had his bath, and when he came out he found that as promised she kept hot coffee with just that amount of sugar he preferred. He wondered how she knew that he needed only one teaspoonful.

Soon the waiter left after clearing the table. Arjun closed the door and pressed the knob to lock the door. He looked up and down the wall and the ceiling. He had heard of secret cameras placed strategically in these bridal suites to capture the moments of joy in tape that later would wend their way to the blue market. He had heard of an instance when years later the same couple, now in need of stimulation to get their act together, were watching a blue movie. They thought the scenes were familiar, when then jolted up in their seats—they were the young stars of that porn movie. Arjun inspected the ceiling and wall as a matter of course. He did not think that these stories were true.

Minita was on the sofa looking pensively at the pattern on the tablecloth. Arjun sat by her side and took hold of her hand. She grasped it, and turned and smiled.

“You must be tired,” he said.

“I am, of course. But I am not sleepy,” she said and giggled. “You?”

“I am not tired at bodrum escort all.” He kissed her on the cheek. She turned her face to show the other cheek. He kissed that too. She pouted her lips, and he gently touched her lips with his.”

“I like your spirit,” said the bridegroom, not quite sure that it was really happening. “You are not like most girls who act prim on this day.”

“How do you know?”

“I have been told that on this night girls would act as if they are not interested, and force the man to make all the moves.”

“You have been told? I suspect you told that to yourself.” The words were aggressive, but her voice was soft, and her eyes glittered with mischief.

“I think the last thing you said is closer to the truth,” he admitted and laughed. Even in this very short conversation he became aware that he was not equipped to outtalk his bride. He decided that the only way he can be a dominant male is by action. Accordingly he removed the pallav of her sari. A magnificent valley came into view. A chain, one of the many she was wearing, was dipping into the valley. Gingerly Arjun gently pulled it out. The pendant was wet with sweat. He wiped it and placed in on her chest. He undid one blouse hook, and looked at her. She lay placidly. He undid another hook. He hesitated. To reach the third he had to work beyond the bulk of her breasts. She smiled, and by a shake of her head asked him to proceed. He removed the last hook, and opened out the blouse flaps to expose the bra.

“Why that wry smile?” he asked.

“I was wondering how you are going to proceed. You smiled too, why?”

“I was wondering once again if all brides on the first night are like you. I imagined most would be shy and reticent.”

“What is your preference?”

“What I have got undoubtedly. Now as for your question: I am going for it boldly.” He did. He embraced her and kissed her on the lips. She responded. As he was embracing he worked on the bra hook. It did not yield. In his haste to deal with the hook he lost concentration for the kiss.

“Arjun?”

“Yes darling.”

“You started a kiss. End it first.” He looked at her and shook his head uncomprehendingly. ‘All girls cannot be like this; this must be a unique specimen’ he said to himself. They hugged and kissed. It was a prolonged affair more with the tongue than with the lips.

“It was good Arjun,” said Minita handsomely. She turned to show him the back. He worked on for a while. Finally he got it done.

“My mother and sister with a flick of the finger remove it, why do I find it so difficult.”

“May be you need practice.” But Arjun was not listening. He lifted the bra cups up one at a time. He leaned back and said “Wow.” His girl indeed had a magnificent pair. He ran his fingers over it, and with the index finger flicked the nipples. He looked up at her. She was smiling broadly.

“You are an absolute darling,” he said and kissed her. He tried to cup her breasts. He failed. His hands were not large enough.

“Done?”

“Not quite. May I suck?”

“Of course honey.” He sucked moistly. She turned and showed the other one. He sucked that too.

“Am I doing it well?”

“How would I know? It is 22 years since I suckled.” She laughed, one again the tinkle set his heart racing. She might not remember muğla escort the days when she suckled, but the book her mother had given her to read, ‘What Young Brides Ought to Know,’ devoted a whole paragraph to sucking. Arjun still had miles to go.

“My blouse and bra are rubbing your face. If you permit me I’ll remove them.” She did. She did not trust her husband to remove them without tearing her blouse. Arjun removed shirt and hugged her. His bare body against her bare body created a feeling that was most delicious.

“Would you like to see me sit erect?” she said.

“What’s that for?”

“To see if they are sagging. I believe you men look for signs of virginity on this night.”

“How do you know? I suppose like me you have been telling that to yourself.”

“No, from the book ‘What Young Brides Ought to Know'”

“Well, I was not thinking of that at all.” She sat erect. Arjun held her breast as if he was weighing them.

“Ones the size and magnificence as yours are bound to sag a bit.” He smiled.

“What’s that for, that smile?” she asked.

“We had a classmate in college whose big breasts pointed upwards. We called her helium.”

“What happened to her?”

“I don’t know. Selling balloons probably.”

She lay on the cot. He was now kissing her abdomen; he was nudging her umbilicus with his nose, and he was exploring the region below. Minita sucked her tummy in and pulled down her sari as low as it would go. Arjun’s lips followed till it smacked into the tucked in part of the sari.

“How are you going to deal with this little problem?” she asked. Arjun knew how.

“My way is the direct way,” he said. He pulled out the tucked in pleated portion of the sari. The skirt was underneath. He undid the tape and pulled both the skirt and sari down. He was happy to note that Minita was not wearing knickers. One more tug and he would expose the pussy. He hesitated. He looked up. She was smiling. No blush, no turning away of the eyes, she met him eyeball-to-eyeball and smiled almost defiantly. She lifted up her rear and helped him pull down her sari. This amount of cooperation he had not anticipated. In his pessimism he had expected her to open tiny windows to show her body, one part at a time, but this girl without a murmur was allowing him to strip her naked.

Arjun was wondering whether he would be confronting a hairy pussy or a bald one. This one was as smooth as glass. In his extensive study from pictures he had downloaded from the Internet he had in his mind’s eye the perfect one. Minita’s was close to perfection. Mound that bulged more than one would anticipate in one so slender, just that gentle swelling at the top of the cleft to indicate the clit hiding under its hood, and the leaves guarding the cleft suggested, but not seen. He looked up. For the first time he found his wife coy. She was looking away, but darting brief glances at him, and she was blushing all over.

“Does my looking at you this way make you feel uncomfortable?”

“You like it, and that makes me feel good.”

He took her at her word.

“Like it?” she asked so softly that she was hardly audible.

“Very much.” His voice was hoarse. She bent her knees and spread out her thighs ever so slightly. She turned her head away, but her eyes were bodrum sınırsız escort bayan on him. She was blushing again. They made eye contact. She smiled, not a coy smile, not a mischievous smile, but one brimming with affection. It was at that moment that he felt one with her. Gingerly he took her hands towards the pussy and touched it.

“It is smooth,” he said. ‘You must have shaved this afternoon,’ he said, but to himself. “It is smooth,” he repeated aloud.

“Your tennis playing hands are not,” she said.

“My left hand is no better,” he said. He paused. He got an idea. “My cheeks? I shaved this afternoon. It must be as smooth.” He looked at her anxiously. Would she be offended at his boldness?

“Why not?” she said.

He bent down and rubbed with his cheek. He went further. He spread out the lips and keenly inspected the clit. He wanted to kiss the clit, but at the last moment his courage failed him. He removed his pants and knickers. He looked up. Her eyes were on his cock.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“You decide.”

“I think I would wear one.”

“Please do.” He took out a packet from his shirt pocket and opened it. He was about to unroll it when she spoke.

“I think the foreskin has to be retracted first.”

“Oh! How do you know that?” said Arjun.

“I read it in the book. How did you not know?”

“I have never used one before.” Suddenly he realised that she had caught him off guard. In future when he bragged about how greatly girls in the college admired him it was bound to sound hollow. Smart kid, undoubtedly.

“You must lend that book, later that is.” he laughed, and she laughed.

She was reclining on the cot. He crouched in front of her. He retracted the foreskin and placed the condom on the tip, ready to unroll it. He looked up. She was smiling. She came forward, stretched her hand out, and grasped the shaft. She brought her head down to the tip and kissed it. She then helped him unroll. He kissed her on the lips, and on each tit, and the belly button, and then he gently spread out the lips and kissed the love button. She stretched on the bed and spread out her thighs, and bent her knees with feet in the air. Other men may have had to prise open the thighs of their darlings forcibly on this night of nights, but not lucky Arjun. He was on top of her. She held his penis and gently inserted it into her vagina. As he pressed she jerked back as if in pain. He was now fully in. Her eyes were closed. He touched her lips with his. And suddenly he got into frenzy. He was pumping and she was responded to his rhythm. As he was ejaculating she held him tight with both arms and legs, and her counter pressure to his final thrust was something he long remembered. Arjun did not know if she had an orgasm. He lay on her for a while, and then he rolled over. They lay hugging each other.

“I want to wash,” she said. He released her. She washed and came, and he went to wash. When he came he noticed a smear of blood on the sheet. He looked at the spot and then involuntarily he turned to her. She pouted her lips and shrugged her shoulders at the same time. There was a smug smile on his face. His wife was a virgin indeed.

“In some cultures they hang out the sheet to let the neighbours know that the girl who has come to live in that community is an acme of virtue,” he said. Minita’s capacity to tease was by no means over.

“If they examine the blood,” she said, “they would know that meat and eggs are not the only things the barn yard fowls provide for the comfort of men and women.” She laughed and hugged him, and he, after a momentary pause, joined in the laughter, and hugged her with equal warmth.

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Vika stands quivering before me, the goosebumps covering her body sticking out against her supple skin. I look her up and down, noting the smooth pale skin usually covered by her swimsuit. She is naked, and more than a little anxious. Her excuse that she not wants, but needs my opinion on just what the hell is going on with her body has taken her to this point, with no major objections from me. She has with an anxious look on her pretty face, not quite alarmed, but nervous nonetheless. I take my time studying her, knowing that this is what she wants, despite her discomfort. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly turn her around. Starting at the top of her head I take in every inch of her body.

Her long brown hair is sun lightened from the hours she spends in her outdoor pool cavorting with friends, or at the beach behind my home, which is where I first met her. That day was one we will both always remember. Her parents have forbidden her to swim by herself, either in the family pool and particularly in the ocean. She considers herself part fish, and it’s become harder and harder for her to obey this rule as she grows older, especially when a swell is running. She is a surfer, and the pull of the waves were too much for her to resist that day.

Her body is in that lovely stage where late adolescence and womanhood collide; breasts filling but not yet quite completely developed; hips widening with the flare which announce her ability to bear children, yet still narrowed somewhat and incomplete. The hair which sprouts on her body is uniform in its texture — a golden silk which is almost invisible until backlit. Around her pussy and under her arms the hair is sparse indeed, confirming to me that Vika, like many northern Europeans has been slow to develop and mature, unlike those from more tropical climes.

“She may be in her late teens and legal”, I tell myself, “but her body almost makes me feel guilty over my feelings of arousal, thanks to the strictures of modern society which are arbitrary indeed. We can allow the most grotesque deeds of violence and moral decay shown on television, but for a man to find the virginal purity of a young woman satisfying makes him a lecherous criminal. It’s absurd, ambiguous and morally contrary”.

I myself was a late bloomer, and now I attribute my youthful looks to that fact. I will admit that I had my moments of embarrassment as a swimmer, where in the tiny “tank” suits no secrets of anatomy can be hidden. More than once I was razzed for my lack of hair in my pits and around my crotch. I was eighteen, in my first year of college when nature finally kicked in, going into overdrive as I grew seven inches, developed a larger than average cock (which finally was in scale to my huge feet, keeping that old adage a truth), and grew hair, however sparse and fine, in all the appropriate regions.

I have just related all this to Vika, who was at first embarrassed by her own physical immaturity, until I reassured her that besides being a sign of a higher evolutionary state, she looks just fine to me. Which she does.

Somehow in these few weeks since her near drowning I have become her best friend, confidant, and now I’m not sure what. I never expected her to disrobe before me so I could offer an opinion on how she looks. But here I am, doing what she has asked, which is to give an honest evaluation of her young body. And to think I could be out on my terrace working on the book right now!

She reaches up and pinches her nipples, making them hard. Her breast buds are perky, and though it’s apparent that while she’ll never be “stacked”, she will have a very pretty pair of breasts.

“Look, Derek,” she says in a laughing tone, “my nips poke out like erasers when I do this! They stick out even farther when I’m cold.”

I turned her back around by her shoulders so I could see. She gives them another pinch, pulling them away from her chest as if willing them to grow.

“What about when you’re aroused, Vika?” I ask in the tone of a disinterested party. “Do they poke out through your bra so the boys can see them through your shirt?”

She blushes furiously and looks at the floor. “I haven’t started wearing a bra yet,” she confides. I usually wear T shirts. You know, the surf chick look….,” she adds quickly, proud of her sport. “If my nips start to protrude I just hold my books up to hide them, or bend so my shirt hangs loose.”

“But you do get aroused?” I continue, taking her nakedness as a sign of more than mere curiosity. I slide my hands down her sides, gripping her pelvic girdle for a moment before letting them continue to drop along the outsides of her thighs. Once below her butt cheeks, which as I noted earlier are her most maturely developed feature — round and firm and shapely and very nice to cup in the palms of my hands— I use my fingers to urge her knees away from each other, spreading her legs so they are shoulder width apart. She can’t be more than five bodrum escort bayan feet-two inches and weigh less than a hundred pounds. A tiny thing. Her legs are shapely, having just lost that skinny look to the more appealing roundness of the upper thigh leading to those nice hips and ass I told you about.

She blushes again and says nothing. Now I take my right hand and run it up the inside of her right leg, beginning at her knee and continuing until my index finger is pressed against her vulva. I wedge it between her labia majora, spreading her outer lips and exposing her inner ones which due to her sexual immaturity remain hidden from view. She looks at me with a shocked expression but remains still. I can’t tell if she’s excited or alarmed by my actions. I decide to find out, so I scoot the chair where I’m sitting closer and then use my thumbs to open her up. Her knees begin to buckle, and I catch her before she falls, pulling her into my lap so that she’s now sitting on my left thigh, her legs crossing over my right. She is leaning back into my chest, and with my left hand I hold her under her arm, my first and second fingers scissoring her left nipple. My right hand is back between her legs, coaxing them apart and then opening her again. She looks up at me with her mouth open in surprise and her eyes wide in astonishment. Her breathing is coming in little huffs, shallow and fast.

I rub my middle finger across her little cunny, and feel her wetness lubricate it.

“Yes, you do get aroused,” I whisper in her ear, nuzzling her long hair away from her ear and neck as I begin kissing her. My left hand is gently tweaking her nipple, and occasionally pinching and pulling it as she had done. Her juices really begin to flow now, and I pick her up and carry her from the kitchen into my bedroom. She lies back in my arms, still wearing that look of innocent surprise as she stares up at me.

Vika glances quickly around my darkened room, seeing that I live a luxurious life by my belongings, and a tidy one, since the room is straight and the bed is made. I kick the covers down with one foot as I continue to hold her, the low hum of the air conditioner and her breathing the only sounds in the room. I lay her gently down and stand over her. She reaches up and takes my left hand, pulling me down. She sits up a bit so we are face to face and looks pointedly at my mouth, urging me to kiss her. Within seconds I can tell it’s her first. She’s clumsy, her lips tight and her jaw clenched. I ease myself down alongside her on the big bed, scooting her over to make more room. I take a moment to pull the covers further back, preferring the smooth Egyptian cotton sheets over the feel of the comforter. I pull my shirt off, with her helping to get it over my head. She stares at my muscular torso, then gathers the courage to run her own hand across my chest and belly, zig- zagging her fingers across my washboard abs.

“You don’t have much hair either,” she giggles, looking up at me as I kneel over her.

I drop back alongside her and begin kissing her again. She reacts to the variances in pressure I apply, slowly using my tongue to work her jaw loose and to open her mouth. Once my tongue is inside her mouth she finally lets go and becomes what I can only refer to as a “natural kisser”, meaning that she has gotten the hang of it without any contrived techniques like sucking tongue. I go from delicate teasing, pulling back so only the tip of my tongue is licking the outsides of her lips, to a full face press, the heat pouring off both our bodies as we give ourselves over to the passion of the moment. I begin pressing my now erect cock against her thigh, the thick material of my sweatpants hardly a disguise for my obvious arousal. One of my hands is caressing her pussy, playing with her lips and thumbing her clitty, but I have yet to penetrate her vaginal opening. In fact, I’m thinking about saving penetration for a later date, and making today’s lesson for little Vika all about passionate foreplay.

I take her hand and guide it to the bulge in my pants, rolling over onto my side while still playing with her coochie. Her face is flushed, and so is her vulva, the blood engorging her so fully that the inner lips of her pussy are now poking out. I thumb back the hood of her clitoris and rub along either side of this most sensitive of spots on a woman. She begins to moan, clenching my cock in her small fist, but I’m pretty sure she’s so totally engrossed with what I’m doing that she hasn’t even considered that her hand is around my dick. I begin sucking and nibbling on her nipples, one to the other and back while continuing my ministration to her cunt. She has released hold of the python and is now clawing at the sheets, her knees reflexively pulled up so her feet are flat on the bed as I continue to masturbate her. Her breathing is now coming in ragged gasps and her erect clit button looks like a little bodrum otele gelen escort man standing in a boat. I watch her face for clues to what she wants me to do, her eyelids fluttering of their own volition. Suddenly they fly wide open and she holds her breath for a long moment, exhaling in hard thrusts as her orgasm approaches. Her little puss is fully juiced up now, and I’m working it over like a madman, using the two finger split around her clit and over her lips like I’m trying to start a fire. Her head begins rolling side to side, her face a grimace of pleasure, surprise, and exquisite agony as the big moment for her approaches. She begins crying out in moans which grow in volume until they end in one long keening wail that announces the arrival of Big Mr. O. I keep up the pace until I feel her begin to relax, slowing at the same rate as her muscles decompress. My hand is soaking wet and I bring it to my face and lick some of her juices off, then move it to hers for her to do the same. She wears a look of consternation when I do this, unsure that she wants to taste herself, but I smile and nod my encouragement. She tastes sweet, and after a few tentative licks with the tip of her tongue she smiles up at me. I run the tip of my index finger around her mouth, then slowly push it between her lips, letting it slide past her teeth. She begins sucking on it as a baby would a pacifier, her cheeks indenting and her eyes closing to half slits of contentment.

“How old are you, Vika,” I ask.

She doesn’t answer as she sits up, looking almost embarrassed by what has just happened. The echo from her scream still resounds in my ears as I’m sure it does her own. I wrap her in my arms and kiss her tenderly, letting her know that things went just the way I hoped they would. She lets herself fall back, taking me with her as she does. Her hand slowly moves down my back and over my ass, then back up as she begins exploring the area around the waistband of my warm-ups. Somehow they’ve loosened, and she edges her fingers under the material, then her whole hands. I flex my butt cheeks which causes her to giggle as she gropes them. I know these are all new experiences for her, so there’s no need to hurry her along. If we don’t get around to pleasuring me today, no big deal. It won’t be the first time I’ve been blue-balled by a chick, and to force Vika into something she’s not yet ready for will only fuck up her head.

But to my surprise she retracts one of her hands and uses it to shove me over onto my back. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, with maybe a tinge of trepidation thrown in, she starts tracing little circles around my belly button, intentionally allowing the back of her hand to brush against my erection which is trying it’s damndest to find daylight. I mean, the head is right there, but still hidden beneath the material of my sweats. Her hair tickles my chest and face as she leans over to watch what she’s doing. I take her other hand and place it on my chest, urging her to squeeze my nipples, to claw my pectorals, to arouse me with tactile persuasion the way I had her. The head of Mr. Johnson is visible now, the fabric stretched so tight that I have whatever the opposite to a camel-toe would be called. An obvious boner comes to mind. A big one.

Gently, Vika hooks a finger under the upper edge of my pants and gives them a lift, staring intently at what is lying there underneath. I flex my cock muscle and made my wood spring up like a Marine doing pushups. Vika looked up at me with an expression of awe on her lovely face.

“Can I see it?” she asks in an almost worshipful tone. “All of it?”

“You mean you want me to get naked?” I ask, acting extremely shy, raising my shoulders and looking away from her. “Gee, I don’t know…. I don’t think I’m s’posed to do that. My mom would kill me if she ever found out,” I add uncertainly.

I’m trying to get Vika to take control of the situation once again, just as she had when she pulled off her shirt, shorts and panties in my kitchen an hour or so ago under the pretense of my giving her a “progress evaluation”, as she had put it.

She takes the bait and reaches under my pants and grabs hold of my schlong. “Listen here, buddy,” she says in a stern tone, “you just got to play with me, so now it’s my turn to play with you!”

“Well…. I guess so, but only if you promise you won’t tell!” I insist, keeping to my play-acting.

I want to narrow the age difference between us on a subconscious level for Vika, pretending I am much, much younger than my twenty-nine years. She is eighteen, I reminded myself. Her mother told me at the hospital the day Vika almost drowned.

“Go ahead and pull them off me, if that’s what you want,” I say half-heartedly. I raise my ass off the bed so she can shuck them down. Soon I am as naked as she, with my hard-on raging and pulsing across my belly like a snake about türk bükü escort to strike a mouse.

“Wow, Derek, you’re beautiful,” Vika breathes as she gazes at me from head to toe.

I have the broad shoulders of a swimmer, the flat stomach and the narrow waist. My muscles are not the bunched up knots of a bodybuilder, but long and supple. I still swim everyday, and train at the dojo three times a week. Plus I’ve been into Yoga since I first began swimming competitively at age ten. A late start for kids these days. Between swimming, yoga and Aikido, it’s a wonder I ever got any classwork done. Come to think of it, I think I graduated only because the teachers at each level were happy to see me go. I was kind of a smart ass, with a pretty agile mind and a razor sharp tongue.

Now I use those gifts as a writer. Mostly screenplays and lightweight fare for television, but it’s paid off handsomely. Thanks to modern electronics I can work from my home, have my checks direct deposited, shop on-line, teleconference and all that other email stuff so I only have to go to New York or Los Angeles five or six times a year. As long as I keep writing good material that turn into hits, I’ll stay right where I’m at. If it all ends tomorrow, I’ll do something else. But God I hope it never ends!

My little girlfriend is still looking me over, and has focused on my neatly trimmed pubes. I keep them cut short, and I shave a nice perimeter around the base of the woodster because I’ve never had anything but favorable reviews for doing it that way by my girlfriends. I’ve been circumcised, and am damn glad of it. The look of an uncut willy is just too weird in my opinion, even if that is the way we are born. Vika puts her hand around the base of my cock and lifts it off my belly so that it’s pointing toward the ceiling.

“Holy shit, Derek, this thing’s big!” she exclaims.

Her finger and thumb aren’t touching around the circumference and it would take four of her hands to equal its length. She’s barely five feet tall, if even that, so the comparison between her scale and mine is quite different. And like I said, I had a good growth spurt when I was eighteen.

“I’ve sneaked peeks at both my brothers’ ding-dongs when they were coming out of the shower, and theirs aren’t near as big as this,” she confides in a tone of wonder.

I can tell it excites her. Her nipples have become erect again and her cheeks are flushed with blood. I smile up at her and place my hand over hers and begin moving it up and down, showing her the first stage of cock stroking. I watch as she smiles when I expand the head of my cock by squeezing in more blood by tightening the muscles deep in my pelvis. I’ve been doing Kegel exercises for years, and through them I can really control not only how long I last before I climax, but the power of the ejaculation. I tell her to grip the base of my cock just as hard as she can once I’ve pumped up the glans and corpus cavernosum, or the head of my big ole pecker. She holds it tight and watches in amazement as veins along the side begin to bulge and the head turns an inspiring shade of purple.

She asks if it hurts, and I respond “Only too good, sweetheart,” which makes her blush again.

She begins stroking it again, and I show her where my special spot just under the helmet on the back side is. On her own she begins playing with my balls, and I warn her that she can be as rough with my cock as she likes, in fact the rougher the better, but to be careful with my nads, especially any motions which push them upward in the scrotum.

“So is this how you jerk off, Derek?” she giggles, her little hand going up and down my rigid pole at a pretty good clip.

“I don’t do it very often,” I confide. “It’s not as good as the real thing, and I’d rather save the energy for other activities.” I was telling the truth here. Without trying to brag, I get laid just about as often as I like, what with having a steady girlfriend or two most of the time.

“Oh,” she says, sounding a bit disappointed. “You mean this doesn’t make you feel good?” I can tell she wants to please me, but doesn’t have much of an idea how to do it. Then she brightens and suggests, “How ’bout if I give you a blowjob? Will you show me how to do that?”

“Do you know what a blowjob is, Vika?” I ask, wondering if she’s only repeating a word she’s heard.

“Kinda sorta, I guess,” she nods. “It’s where I put your thingy in my mouth and after a little while you shoot your load.”

“Yup,” I agree, “that’s a blowjob all right. Do you want me to coach you on how to do it, or do you want to try to figure it out on your own?” I’m sitting up now, my back against the headboard. Her little body is turned toward me with her legs tucked underneath her, her long hair covering her breasts.

“Um, I’d like for you to tell me how you like it, if that’s OK?” she confesses. “I don’t really know what to do….”

“Cool,” I reply, thinking that this day just keeps getting better and better. “Why don’t you find something to tie your hair back with, sweetie, that way you won’t be fighting it and so I can watch what you’re doing. Something to remember about us guys is we are really visually oriented. That’s why we like tittie bars, nudie magazines, porn sites and watching pretty girls suck our dicks.”

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Two whole hours. That’s how long it took Emma to walk home from St. Mary’s every day. Thanks to the fact that she was poor (and a scholarship student), her parent hadn’t been able to buy her a car although they had promised her one.

Emma was listening to her iPod and humming along with one of her favorite songs when she heard a really loud, really long obnoxious honk. Ripping one earbud out, she turned around to see a shiny black truck pulling up. Coby.

“Emma! Looking goddamn sexy as always. All for me? Awwww well aren’t you the sweetest. Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”

Emma rolled her eyes. For some insane reason Coby had the biggest crush on her, even if he knew how much she hated him. Yeah, he was gorgeous. Brad Pitt-like. Yeah he was crazy smart, had obtained a free ride to Princeton for next year… But God what an ass he was. Ignoring the muscles that he flexed as he rapped his hand against the side of his truck, motioning for her to join him, she simply shook her head no and replaced the lost earbud. As she started walking, she heard the honk again.

She really, really hated this dufus. Who did he think he was anyway? She’d known him since she was about four years old because their parents were actually very good friends, although hers were substantially poorer than his, who were both very notorious lawyers. Coby and her even shared the same birthday and had celebrated their 18th birthdays last month. When Coby’s parents donated a large amount of money to St. Mary’s, they also “suggested” to the Board to give Emma a scholarship to the school. Ever since she came to the high school, her and Coby had been competing for the spot of valedictorian. As a matter of fact, next Friday they would find out who had won that position.

“Goddamn it Coby! What could you possibly want from me!?”

Almost comically, he lowered his RayBans, exposing his chocolate brown eyes, and peered at her over them. Fucking rich kids. As he kept staring at her without saying a word, she started fidgeting and twirling her long, fiery red hair. He licked his lips.

“You know what Em? I don’t think I’ve ever met any girl as amazing as you are. You know that?”

“I’m truly and deeply flattered but I’m going to continue walking now. Adios.”

Coby smirked at her for one second before throwing the car door open and striding towards her. Too shocked to move, and a bit awed at the imposing figure he made, she didn’t realize what he was doing until he literally threw her over one shoulder and started walking back to the truck. Slamming her fists against his muscular back, she screamed at him to let her down.

“Okay bud, I’ll let you down.”

And with that he threw her into the back of the truck, schoolbags and all. She gave a yell of frusturation. Fine, if Coby really wanted to drive her home that badly, she’d let him drive her home. Saved her an hour and a half anyway, but, she refused to say one word to him the whole drive.

As Coby climbed back into the driver’s seat, he looked over his shoulder and peered into Emma’s orange eyes, and proceeded to laugh in her face. He was going to enjoy this mission. A lot.

Scowling, she shoved her earbud back in and tuned him out to the best of her ability. Although, as he put the car into drive, she couldn’t help but notice the muscles in his forearm. She mentally scolded herself and laid her head back on the seat, shutting her eyes. Vaguely, she heard him calling her name, but she pretended that the iPod drowned him out. escort bodrum Next thing she knew, the car radio was on full blast and the car was shaking with vibrations. She snapped her eyes open and sceramed at him yet again.

“What the FUCK Coby? You already harassed me and threw me into this fucking piece of shit truck! WHAT?”

“Hey there, calm down. This baby is a Mercedes, nicest on the market.” He patted the dashboard lovingly. “And, for your information, I just had a few questions for you. It’ll help pass the time on this long, long drive.”

Emma furrowed her brow and peered at him, “Uh, Coby my house is like only a half hour away if I’m driving.”

“Oops, I guess I forgot to mention. We’re not going back to your house. We, my dear, are going to the Catskills. You see my family owns this really lovely lodge up there and I decided to take you with me!”

Emma’s jaw dropped open, right before she started laughing.

“Coby you are a character. Now let me the fuck out creep.”

His only response was to look in the rearview mirror and smile, as he put on the child lock.

“Hey Em, you see that bag next to you on the seat? Open it.”

Emma looked to her right and saw a navy blue duffel bag embroidered with “Pail.” Coby’s last name, of course it was his football duffel. As she zipped it open, she gasped, a sound of fury. Inside the bag were hundreds of condoms, handcuffs, a dildo that was maybe a foot long, a vibrator, and a supersized bottle of lube.

“Wow Coby, you are one rabbit aren’t you. Like to get around?” She laughed, knowing that he was just trying to show off. “This is basically a year’s supply of sex… supplies. When do you plan to use all of this? Do you keep it in the car at all times?” She continued to crack up.

As he stopped at a red light, Coby turned over her shoulder and grinned a pearly white grin in Emma’s direction.

“Actually Emma, I would like to ask you my questions first, and then I will answer yours. Deal?”

“Fine, deal”

The light turned green, and the car rolled forward.

Coby asked them all at once.

“So Emma, tell me all about your past and present love life. I want to know how many guys you have slept with. Do you have any STDs? Don’t be offended, I just have to make sure. Do you find me physically attractive? How many times do you masturbate a week? Vibrator or dildo? What’s your favorite position? How do you feel about anal?”

She gave a surprised yelp after hearing all these questions and frantically tried to open her door. When she realized it was no use, she crossed her arms and pouted like a two year old.

“You are insane if you think I’m answering any of those questions Coby.

“Actually, you are insane if you think I’m not going to MAKE you answer those questions Em. I swear to God I will pull this truck over and force you.”

She gulped. Coby may have been an ass, but he was never violent. He actually had started an anti-bullying campaign at St. Mary’s.

“Fine, Coby. I’ve never had a love life. Which I’m sure you already know. I’m just too busy with school and softball. Also, every guy… just doesn’t look at me like that. No, I don’t have STDs and no I don’t masturbate, ever. Um.. actually I’m a virgin. And, uh, anal.. uh… too painful and adventurous I guess.”

She blushed furiously as he studied her in the mirror once again. As he witnessed this, he actually started to pity her.

“You didnt bodrum escort bayan answer one question, find me attractive?”

“God Coby, who the hell doesn’t?” she snapped.

At least five minutes passed before Coby spoke.

“I’ll answer your questions now. No, I don’t like to get around. I just like fucking beautiful girls. No, I don’t carry all of that shit around all the time. It’s just in my car so I can bring it to the lodge. And actually, I plan to use all of that stuff on you. By the way, yes. Every single guy I know finds you fucking sexy as hell. You’re just a snob. So I’m going to teach you a lesson this weekend I think. So. No, I don’t have any STDs. I’ve never had a love life because I don’t believe in love, just sex. I masturbate a lot, but that’s probably no surprise to you considering that I am a male. Also, I find you insanely, incredibly beautiful.”

Although Emma was still incredibly pissed off, she felt something give way to appreciation. She was flattered. What? How the hell could she be flattered when this asshole was basically kidnapping her for the sole purpose of sex? She shook it off.

He gave her a quick glance in the mirror, gave a deep, raspy laugh and pulled over on the side of the road. They were basically in the middle of nowhere. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his whole body to face her. She sunk further into the seat, trying to shy away from his gaze. But he had to know.

“So Em, virgin? Huh. That’s actually quite intriguing. However, I don’t believe you.”

As soon as he got out of the car, Emma tried to hop over the seat and get out the driver side door. She succeeded and was running as fast as she could until she heard the slap of his sneakers on the pavement getting closer and closer.

When he spoke, he was hardly out of breath even though he was sprinting at breakneck speed to catch up to her.

“Em. You’re being irrational. I am stronger, faster, and have more endurance. Stop running before I stop you from running. Please.”

He blamed his parents. It was completely their fault anyway. Ever since they had known Emma, they had loved her and wanted her to be part of the family. His parents had offered him $1 million dollars to take Emma’s virginity. It was a Pail tradition that every guy in the family would marry the first virgin they slept with.

Five seconds later he was on her. He grabbed her around the waist and brought them both to a screeching halt. He turned her around to face him, and that’s when the realization hit her. He was stronger and faster. There was no way she could get out of this.

“Fuck, Emma. Calm the fuck down, okay? I promise not to hurt you. Now I’m going to ask you nicely to go over to the grass on the side of the road and lie down.”

“Coby, please! Please, please, please stop it! I don’t know why you’re doing this but I swear I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t do this!”

“Em the only reason I’m doing it is because I want you. Bad. Now. Go. Lie. Down. On the grass. I promise I won’t hurt you. I just have to check something.”

She was rooted to the spot and couldn’t bring her legs to move. Instead, she started sobbing. He took a step towards her and pulled her into his arms. She remained there for about ten seconds until she started pounding on his chest.

“Why, Cobes? Why can’t you just leave me alone. I promise I will never be a snob again. Ever. Just don’t do what I think you’re gümbet escort bayanlar planning to do. I’m a virgin because I’m saving myself goddamn it! Please don’t take that from me. Please Cobes. Please.”

For a few moments, Coby was actually pretty touched. Cobes was her childhood nickname for him, back when they had actually been close friends.

Back then, they had gone to each other for everything. She had been a real tomboy. Always wore her hair in two braids and had about thirty different baseball caps. He had taught her how to ride a bike and she had ironically taught him how to pitch a baseball. Now he was the starting pitcher for his high school’s teams and had led the school to the national competition. They had come in second, only because he had harmed his elbow.

Now, she was the most beautiful young woman in St. Mary’s. Probably, the whole town. Hell, in the fucking world. He loved the way her red hair fell in natural, bouncy ringlets all the way down her back. He loved the way her eyes glowed the same color as her hair. In the sunlight, they were almost red. It was so sexy. He loved the way that her freckles sprinkled her face. He loved that she was intelligent. He actually wanted her to win valedictorian because he knew that she deserved it. She was heading off to study the world for a year after graduation, but he was confident she would join him at Princeton the following year. But the thing he loved the most about her was that she didn’t swoon every time she saw him like every other girl he encountered. Sure, he knew he was attractive but it made him self-conscious.

He tried to remember when she started hating him so much. The first day at St. Mary’s he had gone up to her locker holding hands with his girlfriend-of-the-week, Susan. He was saying hey when she slammed her locker shut and stormed off. Susan immediately called Em a bitch, and right then and there he decided that it wouldn’t work out with her.

Coby pulled Emma closer into his embrace while he was thinking about all of this. At this point she felt spent from crying so much. She weakly shoved him off of her but he got the message and let go.

“Emma I’m sorry but I have to do this. Go lay down. I swear to God that I am not going to hurt you or take your virginity right now. Okay?”

She sniffled and complied. She walked over to the grass and laid down. Her fists in tight balls by her sides.

“Em you can close your eyes if you want but this is going to have to happen, okay?”

“Why,” she whispered.

“I swear to you I will explain. Later.”

He knelt down by her side and gulped, hoping his emotions wouldn’t get the better of him. He slowly rolled her skirt up, revealing a pair of plain black panties with lace all around the top. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. Her eyes were wide open and she was staring at him with confused eyes.

As he hooked his fingers into the top of her panties, her eyes snapped shut. Was she ashamed? He felt so guilty but nevertheless, he gently tugged them down. What he saw made him gasp.

She was clean-shaven except for a strip of red hair straight down the middle. She was so beautiful.

While he gathered himself, he spoke to her.

“Okay Em, uh, here we go.”

With that he slowly brought his finger down, down, down until he reached the spot he was aiming for. She squirmed underneath his hand and whimpered.

“Shhh, Em. Shit, I’m so sorry. I’m just going to get this over with okay?”

She slowly nodded and he, in return, slowly inserted his finger. She was not even the tiniest bit moist and his heart wrenched knowing that she derived no pleasure from his first time touching her. But he had to do this, it was his orders.

He kept going until he reached what he was looking for. Yep, her virginity was still intact. The plan was ago.

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Stephanie’s holiday.

The year had started brightly for Stephanie but the Corona virus had wrecked everything. This was her gap year. The job at the hotel on the north Queensland tropical beach with accommodation had been terrific. Then came the virus. No tourists. No job. No accommodation. No money. Things were getting desperate. There was lockdown. She couldn’t get back home to England. Fortunately somebody at the hotel knew somebody who knew somebody who had a beach shack way up the coast that she could stay in for free. It was in an idyllic spot, surrounded by trees and near the surf.

The shack itself wasn’t well appointed. It was made of wood and lightly constructed. Stephanie had only been there a few days when there was a warning of a cyclone approaching. She could tell by the water and the way the waves formed that something was happening. The wind got stronger and stronger and the waves bigger. Stephanie made herself dinner and sat down to watch television. She could hear the wind getting stronger and stronger and then the rain came. Soon after dark the wind became really strong – really strong gusts. There was creaking and strange noises and all of a sudden the roof was blown off, the power went off and Stephanie was being drenched with the heaviest rain she had ever experienced in her life. She was dressed for bed in a very light cotton nightie. In terror she made her way out of the hut instinctively and ran for her life to the solid brick shack 20 m away. She hammered on the door and it was opened and she was blown in by the wind, drenched to the skin with her wet nightie clinging to her body.

Jeff opened the door not knowing what to expect. Before he had time to even assess the situation, Stephanie was inside the door and he was trying to close it against the wind. She was dripping everywhere. No girl ever wanted to make an entrance like this – hair wet and dishevelled and covered only by a thin cotton nightie, made transparent by the rain and sticking to her body showing every curve as if she was totally naked. Stephanie was acutely conscious of what she was must look like and was desperate to regain her dignity. Jeff had other priorities and wanted to stop her dripping all over the floor.

“Here is a towel and the bathroom is there. Dry yourself and I’ll try and find something to cover you. All my clothes are way too big for you. I can give you a shirt or you can just wrap the towel around yourself.”

Stephanie’s relief at finding a hairdryer in the bathroom was palpable. It took a long time to dry her hair and compose herself and check whether the shirt or the towel covered her better and she finally decided on the towel. She looked ridiculous in the shirt. She was acutely conscious of the fact that she had no covering over her bottom.

It was time to get to know each other better. Jeff’s lust neurons had sprung to life the moment Stephanie came through the door with her nipples showing through her cotton nightie. Stephanie was aware of the possibilities of the situation where a good-looking young girl scarcely dressed was in the same room as a fit, healthy young man but she was slower to appreciate just how fast the situation could develop under the right circumstances. They introduced themselves and discussed how they came to be in that part of the world. Stephanie had come from England but on account of the virus was now unable to get back on account of the lockdown. Her 18th birthday had already gone and her boyfriend should’ve been here to celebrate it with her but he was unable to get a plane ticket. Jeff lived on a farm with his parents who had bought the hut so they could enjoy the surf. It was simple- a large room with a double bed, a shower/bathroom, a stove, a fridge, a table and a TV.

The conversation was friendly. Jeff offered her a beer and tried to reassure Stephanie after her frightening experience. If he was trying to chat her up, he was extremely subtle about it. Stephanie was quite receptive because she had realised that destiny had thrown her into the arms of a meal ticket. They watched the television to see the cyclone raging around them. Much later Jeff said,

“This place is a bit primitive. I’ve only got one bed. You can sleep near the wall and I’ll sleep on the outside. How does that sound?”

Stephanie had been admiring Jeff. He was strong and only wearing pyjama shorts which hung loosely on him. She had been looking to see if he seemed in the slightest bit interested in her but there was no action where it would have been obvious. She thought she was safe even though she wasn’t wearing panties. She literally had no line of defence. Jeff kept looking at Stephanie hoping that she would make a false move and he would have a quick look at her pussy but it didn’t happen. It was too soon to make a move. Be patient. It seemed possible she would come across tomorrow.

“I hope the storm is over in the morning.”

They went to sleep with the rain belting down and the wind howling.

In bodrum escort the morning Stephanie woke to find Jeff at the stove making breakfast. It was hot and humid and he was dressed only in loose pyjama shorts. She got up and they sat down over a breakfast of toast and jam and tea. The banter continued between them with increasing sexual innuendo until by the end of breakfast there was no longer a question of whether there would be sexual interaction but how and when it would occur. Stephanie was a very bright intelligent woman, mature beyond her years. Her sexual experience was limited by the fact that her boyfriend was very sexually immature. He was shy and had not extended Stephanie’s experience very much at all. Her body had been ready and willing to make the next leap for some time.

Jeff went to the bench to make another cup of tea and Stephanie could see his broad, strong back and the outline of his strong bum cheeks. She was looking at Jeff in a totally different light now. During the night fantasies had been running through her mind about this man who was so close to her physically. He was so much bigger than her boyfriend and she began to wonder whether that appendage between his legs might also be much bigger. She had read that size mattered but didn’t have a clue why that might be the case, never having experienced even a small one. Nevertheless, as Jeff walked around the room Stephanie glanced constantly at his shorts in the hope that she might sneak a glance at his weapon. All the indications were that he was well hung. The more she thought about it, the wetter she got in anticipation of her being able to seduce him.

If he wasn’t going to make the first move, she was. She stood behind him and clasped her hands around his chest pressing her body into his. Jeff was extremely surprised at how brazen Stephanie had been but kept his cool and directed his right hand behind him under the hem of the towel and into Stephanie’s crack. Bullseye. His finger was on her clitoris immediately. It was Stephanie’s turn to be surprised. She audibly sucked in breath as Jeff’s finger continued to rub. She could feel herself getting more excited and her whole body shook and she had to grab Jeff tightly to stabilise herself. He could feel her spasms. When she had finished she spun him around and gave him a big kiss. It had been a long time since her boyfriend had had his finger there.

It was one of the most pleasurable orgasms that Stephanie had ever had. After the storm she was desperate for reassurance that she was in safe hands. That and the enjoyment of the orgasm was so amazing in contrast to the terror she had felt, she was almost in tears. Jeff gently removed the towel and she stood in front of him completely naked displaying a beautiful pair of breasts, not very large but a delicious shape, and a face that showed that she wanted to connect to Jeff.

Stephanie was aware that she was now totally naked but she didn’t care. She felt safe in Jeff’s hands and it was now her turn and she pulled his shorts down. It was not the first penis she had ever seen but it was the first one she’d ever seen on a completely naked body and it really turned her on. It was long and stiff and hard. The arrowhead shape of the tip became the focus of her interest. This was designed to make a pathway for that long shaft that was going to fill her up. She always knew that her destiny was to engulf one with her vagina and she looked with excitement as the prospect seemed to be getting closer and closer. She hesitated and Jeff led her hand down until she was grasping and feeling just how hard his penis was and moving her hand up and down.

“Wait a minute. I want to pull the blinds down so that nobody can see us.”

“Tell me what it’s like outside.”

“Your shack is a wreck. A big branch seems to have fallen on it. It is still raining and blowing like hell – I will not be able to get in until the wind and rain stop. You won’t be able to get any clothes until later so you are stuck here with me naked. I hope you don’t mind, I think you look beautiful without clothes on.”

“Thanks.”

Jeff led her to bed and gently lifted her down so that she was lying horizontally with her legs stretched out. She looked terrific. A seductive smile, breasts that were not pancaking and a trim little dark triangle where her thighs joined. Stephanie looked really sexy. There was much kissing and cuddling while Jeff gave her three orgasms in a row with his finger. It was an unusual experience inasmuch as Stephanie kept her knees together the whole time. Stephanie had her own private notions about being naked – you were only truly naked and exposed when someone could see the bits between your lips. Jeff found it an amazing experience because Stephanie managed to have such strong orgasms so quickly and easily. He had been with girls when no matter what he did, they never even looked like having an orgasm. After the fourth one Stephanie gümbet escort said, “Stop. I need a rest. It’s too much.”

It was only then that Stephanie realised that she had not paid any attention to Jeff at all, even though she had been holding his erect penis the whole time. It was time to inspect this magnificent piece of flesh which turned her on so much. She examined the head on the shaft and pulled the foreskin up and down. Her hand moved vigorously up and down until white stuff shot out and fell onto Jeff’s stomach. “So that’s the stuff that makes a girl pregnant.”

Jeff got up to get a tissue to clean himself up and came back to bed.

It had become obvious to him that Stephanie was very inexperienced and didn’t know what to do next. He would show her. Jeff drew her hand down to his penis again until it was stiff and said, “One of the most exciting things you can do for me is to put your mouth over my dick. I think you’ll like it too.”

“Some of my girlfriends have talked about doing this and how they like it.”

She placed her mouth over his dick began to suck and lick noting how much Jeff enjoyed it. She also enjoyed it and did it until he came again into the tissue. Jeff was fairly certain that she would never allow him to lick her if he asked. He would sneak up on her. His lips moved down to her breast and he began sucking her nipple until it was hard and erect and then he began licking slowly down her stomach towards her bellybutton and then between her thighs and, imperceptibly to Stephanie, opened them, separated her lips and began licking her clitoris. He was surprised that Stephanie did not seem to have noticed – she opened her thighs wider and rolled her eyes back as the sensations became stronger and her thighs snapped together and trapped his head. He kept licking and licking until finally she stopped shaking and released his head.

Stephanie had not lost consciousness but seemed to be in another world, completely overcome by the delicious sensations which were encompassing her mind and body. Jeff lifted her knees up, separated them and positioned his penis at the entrance to her vagina. She was unbelievably wet and he slipped in easily. Stephanie’s eyes opened wide as if she could not believe what was happening to her and she looked helplessly into his eyes as the invader filled her right up. She wrapped her knees around him to stop him moving. Slowly Stephanie became aware of the fact that she was doing something that she had not expected to be doing for quite a long while. It felt good. How did it happen without her being aware of what was happening? She must have been carried away.

“Are you doing what I think you are doing?”

“Yes. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yes. I can’t believe that I let you do that. You must have got me so excited that my natural instincts overcame my inhibitions. The last thing I remember, you were licking me and the next thing you’re inside me.”

“Are you safe? Can you get pregnant?”

“What day is it?”

“Wednesday the 12th.”

“That means I’ve been safe for two days.”

“Is it okay if I come inside you?”

“It is. As long as you don’t get me pregnant, it’s okay.”

Jeff pumped while Stephanie used her finger on her clitoris and they both came together. Stephanie looked down and could see Jeff’s penis covered with her juices as it slipped out of her vagina. She thought to herself – that has just been inside me – I can’t believe it – I thought it was going to be so big but it wasn’t after all – it fitted nicely and comfortably. The next time I want to be able to feel him putting it in. I want to be able to feel him opening me up.

“When you licked me, you didn’t look at my pussy, did you?”

“Of course I did.”

“Did it look pretty?”

“It’s not pretty. It’s not ugly. It’s very interesting. You have light curly hair and you can see your slit through it. Your clitoris is large and when I pull the skin back, you can see a nice shiny button. You just want to keep looking at it. You know it has a nice smell too?”

“I was worried it looked ugly and I didn’t want you to look.”

“No. Don’t be embarrassed. You can’t imagine how great you look when you lie on your back with your legs apart and you pull apart your hairy lips and reveal all your bits inside.”

“I think it’s time we had a shower and cleaned up and had lunch. After lunch I’d like you to lick me again.”

The rain was still bucketing down and the wind blowing very hard as Stephanie looked through the window and contemplated what was left of the shack she had been staying in. It was a ruin. All her clothes would be wet through when she finally got them. She didn’t notice Jeff standing behind her and gave a start when she felt both his hands around her breasts and twiddling her nipples. God it felt good. He bit the nape of her neck and nibbled her ear while his finger went down to her clitoris. konacık escort Somehow he got her to separate her legs a little and she felt his penis push between her bum cheeks. The next thing he had gently bent her at the waist and his penis was searching for the opening to her vagina. She felt the tip enter just a fraction and then just a fraction more and then more than a fraction more and her back was horizontal and he was right up her and moving in and out. This was good too. To her surprise, Stephanie was enjoying sex – every time, without exception.

Stephanie could not make up her mind whether she preferred it from the back or the front. Either way it was good. Stephanie had many more occasions to reflect on how one night she was going to bed and the next day she was having sex non-stop. Life was indeed strange.

Jeff said, “I need to get some food. I’m going down to the shops. I would ask you to come you can’t come dressed like that, can you.”

“No.”

Stephanie needed a rest. She needed time to gather her thoughts together and think about things. She lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. Without thinking, her finger descended between her legs and she was on the way to an orgasm very quickly. Stephanie was normally introspective and liked to think about things. She never thought about her vagina. It was one of those things tucked in the back of her mind just as her vagina was tucked away in the recesses of her body. She knew it was there but never expected to use it for a long time, even though she knew what it was for. It didn’t upset her that Jeff had entered her. She just wished that she had been able to be fully conscious of what he was doing instead of just finding that it had happened. The best part was watching his penis slither out. Seeing it wet was proof where it had been. It gave meaning to her vagina as a functioning part of her body rather than as an unresponsive piece of flesh.

Stephanie didn’t know why she asked herself the question but she did – is an orgasm better with a penis in your vagina? It should have been easy to compare because there was only an hour from the last one but it wasn’t. Orgasms were things you experienced but somehow were difficult to remember. I must ask Jeff what it feels like to have his penis inside me.

Stephanie finally spoke to herself – “Steph, don’t over-intellectualise your vagina. It is there to act as a fun-parlour. Lie back, think of Queen Victoria and enjoy it. Stop thinking about it. Just enjoy it.”

“Jeff. What does it feel like to put your penis into a woman?”

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

“Well, what do you think about when you are fucking me?”

“I’m more interested in seeing what effect I’m having on you. Are you wet? Are you tight? Does she seem to be enjoying it? Are you getting close to an orgasm? Will I come before she has an orgasm?”

“Thanks. I’ve often wondered. I look into your eyes as you fuck me and I wonder what the hell is he thinking. Now I know.We’ve been together two days now. Did you notice any difference in me?”

“Yes. You’re a lot more relaxed. I think you’ve recovered from the shock of the roof blowing off.”

“That’s not what I meant. Have you noticed that I walk around with nothing on at all? I could put my nightie on but I don’t. I used to be very precious about showing myself naked and now I don’t care. You walk around with nothing on and I like looking at you and I can see that you like looking at me. I like looking at your dick- it really turns me on. Before I actually saw it I thought it would be bigger but it’s really big enough. I don’t think you could fit any more in. You know we’ve been together two days now and we’re like a newly married couple. One of my girlfriends in England had an older sister who got married and she told me that they had sex non-stop for the whole of the honeymoon but things have calmed down now. I wonder whether that’ll be the same with us. I used to think that only boys wanted to have sex. They were always trying to feel me up and I was always resisting. Now I can see that I want it just as much as you do. I feel proud of my pussy. You convinced me that it’s not ugly so I’m happy for you to look at it.”

“You’re right, you know. I never had a girl stay over before and it’s so relaxing to see you walking around with nothing on and see your little hairy bush and to see the outline of your little slit. I want to make love to you all the time. And then when you lay down on the bed and you separate your knees and lift them and I can see where I am going to put my dick. You wouldn’t notice it but my dick seems to get just a little bit stiffer at that moment and then I slip it in and your eyes welcome me and I feel at home. It’s a wonderful feeling. Don’t you think so?”

“Of course. I feel the urge coming on right now. Come on. Give me a real good fuck right now and then I’ll make lunch.”

Without hesitation they were at it again…And again

It was another two days before Jeff could get her clothes from the shack then they had to be dried. Stephanie never quite came back to earth. She was delighted and happy that she had now found somewhere to stay and someone to take care of her and above all to take care of her pussy. Jeff took her back to the farm. She never looked back.

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*This story contains themes of pegging, female domination, bisexual sex talk, and sexual role reversal. If you’re seeking something more vanilla in nature, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you*

Her name was Bridget Ramirez and she was the hottest fucking thing to ever walk the walls of Cheyanne Mountain High School, in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

She was an 18-year-old Senior, reigning Junior Year Prom Queen, ASB vice-president, and standout all-state varsity soccer star, four years running.

She had also come into this Camilla Cabello-esque body, but with somehow an even rounder ass. The sporty hourglass of her body was absolutely perfect, and even her clothing seemed to cling to her body with jealousy. Her mother was Spanish and her father was anglo-saxon, buzzcut, military white.

Students, teachers, janitors, principals, curious girls on her soccer team-they would all stop to gawk when she walked by. She was delicious to her core and she knew it. All it took was a pair of jeans and a button-up blouse and she could fell kingdoms.

For most though, she was also a total enigma. In the four years she had been in high school, she’d only ever casually dated a few guys for a couple weeks at a time. She had never taken a boyfriend. She had never been dragged through the high school dating drama or become gooey-eyed over an older guy. Guys that dated her were cagey afterwards. No one knew why. But many of them wanted her badly still.

And it wasn’t for lack of trying. No one could lock her down, even though so many attempted to keep her attention. The guys she had slept with, she had completely ruined. There were rumors about how good she was. Even teachers had heard them.

She was fun and outgoing and super sexy. She was easy to talk to and the sex was always mind-blowing-but then she’d typically lose interest very fast. She wasn’t finding what she was looking for. Not exactly. Not yet.

And that was when I transferred in to Cheyanne. I’m Jackson Detwiler and my family had just moved into town midway through the school year as my father was given a prestigious position at the Air Force Academy.

We’d been in Southern California before that but my Dad had been offered a prestigious teaching position at the Air Force Academy and it was too good an offer for the family to pass up.

I was very unhappy to be leaving friends behind so close to graduation, but what was I going to say? This was my Dad’s livelihood. Stiff upper lip and such. My very last weekend in socal, my friends took me out for my eighteenth birthday. They used a fake idea to get me into a club and we partied for one final time. It was bittersweet to be leaving once again, but I was happy for my Dad’s success.

I saw Bridget on my very first day of school. She was walking out of one of the college counselor’s office’s and into the main school office area where I was checking in for my first day of classes. She was wearing this cute, brown-and-white blouse that clung to her tan curves like a condom. She tossed her medium length brown curls as she walked down the hall and had just turned to say hi to someone as she rounded the corner, completely running into me as I gathered up a rather large stack of new-student paperwork. Her very pert breasts crashed right into my hands, as I grasped for my things.

We both went tumbling down awkwardly and the papers went flying all over the floor. It was an honest mistake. She felt immediately terrible and began to help me.

“Ohhhh My Goddd! I am soooo sorry,” she said, kneeling down impressively low on the floor (considering she was wearing a low-cut cotton skirt and tank top) to help me gather up the spilled papers. I saw a flash of a white thong, as she spread her sexy legs briefly to awkwardly grab one of my folders.

I looked up to see her concerned face, right above her gorgeous line of cleavage and her beautiful green eyes with their long eyelashes waving at me like palm fans. She was mysteriously beautiful.

“No, it’s not a big deal, you didn’t mean to,” I assured her. I was more than happy that she had bumped into me. She was the kind of girl you wanted to bump into you. She looked up to see me staring at her, and gave me a cute, yet sheepish grin.

“Uhh, wait…I don’t know you, I’m Bridget. Bridget Ramirez.” she offered me her hand quite officially.

“I’m Jackson. Jackson Detwiler.” I echoed her introductory tone. “New student. This is my first day, actually,” we shook hands. Her hand felt incredibly soft in mine. It felt nice, and a little cooler than my own.

“Oooh, well, sorry, from this point forward I think I’m supposed to bully you. Ya know…new student rules and all,” her eyes watched for how quick my reply would be.

“Oh, completely. I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact…I wore my most threadbare shirt because I expect I’ll be getting quite a few swirlies today and I like to dry fast. Would you like to be my first?” I asked her, as I bowed my head to her, and she was quite escort bodrum pleased that I was up to the challenge of her banter.

“Oh, yes, that sounds great. Go ahead and meet me in the cafeteria bathroom at, let’s say 11:15?” She added on. We were standing again now.

“Certainly. But…there’s a problem there,” I figured I’d keep this going as long as I could. This was not too shabby a first person to meet on my very first day at a new high school. I wasn’t nervous to begin with, but Bridget had been a marvelous surprise.

“What’s that?” She countered.

“I don’t know where the cafeteria is…or…well, anything for that matter. Cuz, you know…”

“First day, ” she concluded.

“First day,” I confirmed.

“Well, I’ll be honest…I was probably just gonna go hang out in the ASB room for the next hour to avoid government, and then go tease my math teacher into giving me more extra credit work but, what the hell, I can give you the grand tour if you’d prefer.” She offered in the most immediately helpful way. Bridget was fun. She radiated kindness and quickness and fierceness. Also she was the hottest fucking thing. I couldn’t believe how normal she seemed. It almost didn’t compute.

“I would very much appreciate that Ms. Ramirez,” I deferred to her directions.

“Well then Mr. Detwiler, let us be off,” and she walked in front of me out the back double doors and into the campus quad.

I immediately hit it off with Bridget that first day. We ended up having two different classes together and, between my ASB and various sports interests, she and I developed a fast friendship as we headed towards graduation. We simply saw each other a lot. It was a kind of kismet. I think a lot of people were jealous of me. They didn’t know who I was or why their popularity queen was suddenly so buddy-buddy with the new guy.

I think Bridget liked having someone from out of town. Someone that no one knew. Someone that she could sort’ve claim as her own. Our friendship was genuine and she was by far my favorite part of that last half of my senior year.

Clearly I was insanely attracted to her. But I also wasn’t going to screw up this killer friendship I’d begun.

As Senior Prom rolled around, she was between guys again, and didn’t really have anyone she was flirting with or even kind of seeing. Neither did I. I hadn’t really been looking that hard. She asked me to go with her. I immediately said yes. We were going as friends and we were totally okay with that. We had way too much fun together.

“Honestly Jackson…I think I’d have more fun with you anyway. You’ve kind of become my best friend this year. It’s like, the most genuine thing I’ve had in a while.” She said to me in the sweetest way. I truly adored this girl in every way.

The night of Prom I arrived to pick her up from her place, and almost had a heart attack when she opened the front door to greet me. she was wearing the tiniest lavender mini dress covered in sparkles that showed off her full rack under thinly clung spaghetti straps. Her hair was down and done with streaks of glitter. Her face also had streaks of glitter and dark, shadowed makeup. She was fiercely beautiful. She was a force of nature.

“You look…” my mouth was hanging open flabbergasted at how hot she looked. This did not look like a going-with-a-friend kind of dress. This dress felt much more like a blowjob-on-the-way-there type of affair.

“Sexy as fuck?” She gleamed at me with the most flirtatious smile, “I know.” She put a friendly hand on my tailored blazer.

We both had a laugh and gave each other a huge hug as her suspended breasts pushed forward into my body and i secretly died a thousand deaths. She squeezed my arms and I smiled at her warmly.

“You fill out this jacket well, Mr. Detwiler.” She said to me, and I gave her a theatrical body building routine which she pretended to be my photographer for. I gave her the purple corsage and she pinned on my boutonniére.

After pictures and goodbyes we were back in my refurbished Bronco and off on our way to dinner.

Bridget was in an amazing mood. We both were. There was something to be said about a friendship this close. We were eating at this Italian spot that Bridget had recommended.

It was the type of restaurant that fills only one room of space with fifteen or so spread out tables. Bridget and I were led to one of the window seats that fit against the front corner on an L shaped cushion bench. We sat adjacent to each other, our legs barely grazing in the below the the tablecloth.

Dinner was amazing. We were thick as thieves. Cracking up all night long. I noticed that she seemed to be getting closer to me throughout the night.

Her leg pressed up against mine under the table and I was trying to keep my cool. Bridget was the type of girl that always seemed like she could be flirting because we were just becoming so close, and she was so friendly in that turgutreis escort way. I had to be careful to remember who we were, and to make no assumptions based on the generally frivolous mood the night.

And then something very unexpected happened.

We were back in my Bronco on the way to the dance. It was around 9:00 PM. She had sidled over next to me on the bench seat of my old SUV. I blasted our favorite playlist and rolled down the windows. It was an unseasonably warm night out for March in a mountain town.

“Ya know what Jackson? I know we’re only going to Prom as friends, but I feel like we deserve to indulge in all the traditions…don’t you?” Her hand slid over the top of my right leg to massage the inside of my thigh. I gulped and looked down at her on my shoulder as her fingers traced the inner seem of my slacks.

All I could do was smile at her with a confused eyebrow. Was this really happening?

“Eyes on the road, Mr. Detwiler,” and she slowly worked her hand up to my belt and zipper to undo them. My cock was harder than jail time. She fished out my absolutely bulging seven inches of glory and began to give me the most teasing blowjob of my life.

We were 20 minutes away from the dance, which was being held at a ski resort. I drove slower than I needed to. She knew that. We were both quite focused on our tasks now.

“MMmmmmm, I always wondered how big you were. What a sexy fucking cock this is,” and like that she had disappeared down my body, and the hot, wet breath of her mouth was soon licking up the side of my tool, as she jacked me softly against her lips.

She engulfed my cock as I drove, trying my best to maintain my speed in the slow lane.

I wasn’t going to last long. Her perfect lips bobbing on my sensitive glans. Her soft hair bouncing in my lap. Bridget sucked cock better than any girl I’d ever had suck my cock. She bobbed on me and I never felt a single bit of teeth. She also suctioned tighter to me than I’d ever had before. Everything felt so soft and so good and it was only about five minutes in that I told her I was going to cum.

She never stopped. Her head continued it’s torturously good up and down motion, as her tongue swirled my head like an ice cream cone on each pass.

“I’m cummmming fuckkkk, Bridgettttt!!” I moaned. And she gulped and licked and gulped and licked. She stayed on my cock, long after the shudders had slowed down, as she slowly came up with a satisfied pop of her lips.

I watched her push a drop of cum on her lips into the corner of her mouth and smile at me.

“Mmmm, that is a delicious cock,” she mewed, and I died all over again.

“Holy shit! Where did that come from? I mean I’m not complaining but…wow!” I was smitten. She had completely drained me. She looked so sexy there next to me, her face covered in my juices and sweat. She’d already started to readjust her makeup in the car. I was wondering why she’d brought such a large makeup bag. Wow. She’d known she was going to do that probably.

“Welll…if I’m being verrrry honest with you…I think I’ve kinda had a small crush on you ever since we first met.” She said, and my heart grew a couple of sizes when she said that. She was applying fresh lipstick and had her face pressed forward into the passenger side visor mirror as she steadied herself.

“Damn…I had no clue. Obviously you’ve probably already figured out that I feel the same way,” I said back, in a slightly less smooth way.

“I know Jackson. You’ve been an amazing friend these last few months…but your eyes also undress me every time you see me,” she stopped to look at me with a little sass.

“Guilty. Yeah…I’m sorry…you’re like the hottest girl I’ve ever been close with. I just figured you wanted to keep it as friends,” I said, feeling a little silly at how obvious I’d probably been.

“I don’t think I knew quite what to do with you…I think the moment I put on this dress…I knew I was going to be fucking you on prom night,” she said, and my heartbeat started going even faster.

“Oh yeah?” I said with the dumbest smile.

“Yeah silly, but first let’s go dance our asses off and make the popular crowd jealous.”

We had so much fun that night. We did all the things. Pictures. Talking to friends. Sneaking a flask into a dark corner. Saying hello to teacher’s working as dance proctors.

We didn’t rush it, even though we both knew where the night was headed. When we did finally walk out into the crisp night air, the sweat started to dry on our bodies. We had truly gone all out. We weren’t worried about how we looked. The night was all about us and one else.

She hung onto my arm as we walked. My teenage heart was bursting out of my chest.

We got in the car and drove to a lookout point that everyone in the town knew. There were seven cars parked in a line with all the city shining back. I never thought I’d ever be sitting bodrum escort in my car next to Bridget-fucking-Ramirez in a dress that made my cock hard from a mile away. She was breathtaking.

When we pulled up to the spot, she turned up the radio and jumped onto my lap. We began to make out immediately. She wanted me bad. I could feel her urgency. I turned the engine off and the lights went out other than the radio, which was set at just the right volume for car fun as her Spotify playlist set the downbeat.

She fished my cock out of my pants and I went to grab a condom from my wallet. She grabbed it from me and ripped it open with her teeth as her hand was jacking me off. She quickly worked it down my cock with experienced ease. Neither of us were virgins, though I hadn’t really gotten much out of her about her sex life, or kinks for that matter. We’d only been friends for a few months. Some things, naturally, came later on.

When she’d gotten the condom rolled onto my boner, she pulled to ensure the little space at the tip, she jacked me in her hand for a few seconds longer and admired the throbbing size in her grip. The thin condom was barely noticeable as she touched me. She kept biting her bottom lip and arching her neck.

“Take my panties off,” she said, as she leaned back on my steering wheel, spreading her legs up towards me. Her red-bottomed, all-black heels were pressed against my seat, holding my chest in place. Her entire outfit was a sexual mood. I pushed the seat all the way back which gave us enough room for our current position. (Yes…I have a sliding, front bench seat. My Dad and I were car fanatics and had decked out this car together over the last four years in the garage.) She mewled when I did that.

I pulled the short skirt up her legs and could already see her ridiculously sexy lingerie panties. She’d clearly known she was going to be doing all of this tonight. They were crotchless, and had four strings running down which attached the waist and small triangle at the bottom, as the string disappeared between her cheeks. Her pussy was perfect, and of course she shaved. She even had one of those little tanning hearts that girls often got. She just looked like sex.

I pulled the strings open, and just like that she was sitting forward on my cock. She impaled me inside of her as her own gushy wetness made her very ready. She groaned loudly at my impressive length and I enjoyed every second of my best friend’s crazy hot pussy for the very first time.

“Jacccckkksoonnnnnnn, fuckkkkkkkk!” She loved my cock. She squeezed me with her vaginal muscles and shook on top of me with a zing of all-over pleasure.

We steamed up that car like the hyper-horny 18-year-olds we were, for the next twenty minutes. I was impressed with how long I lasted. She really had emptied me with her mouth earlier that night from the surprise road head.

“Bridge…I’m close…” I told her, as she ground herself in delicious up-and-down circles on me. She was wetter than any girl I’d ever been with, not that I was any sort of sexual poet laureate as of yet.

Her skilled pussy seemed to be milking me through those final bounces on my cock. She undid the straps of her dress to reveal a sheer, frilled black bra, barely holding her erect nipples and C breasts. Her dark brown hair falling over her gorgeous chest looked like an avalanche of pin-up candy. I could see her hard nipples peaking through the sexy design.

She pulled her boobs out and squeezed my hands against them as I moaned into her.

“I’mmmm cummminggggg!” My cock blew up inside the condom and she rode me hard through my second ejaculation, squeezing my tool with her pussy.

“Fuckkk I’m gonna cummm too baby, don’t stoppp!” She achingly moaned, and I felt her body shudder all over as she bucked like a bronco on my hips with immaculate passion. I did my best to ram my hips upward to fill her fully through her orgasm. She came with a gigantic intensity that sucked me into its heat.

My hands loosened their grip on her perfectly perky breasts. She was so damned hot and I had just cum harder than I could remember ever cumming.

She kissed me and we made out softly for about five minutes, just enjoying the feel of being connected like that. My cock was still hard inside of her. She felt so good. She felt like young pussy that would be tight for years.

“Mmmm I am SOOO glad you have a good cock,” she had her hands around my neck playing with the tufts of my hair. “I was SO hoping you would.”

“MMMhmmm. Well you’re very welcome,” I said, in my own cocky way.

“We’re not done,” she countered, as a sultry tone returned to her voice. I was so obsessed with this girl.

She pulled her pussy off of my cock and I looked down with a sudden gasp. My still rock hard penis was sticking nakedly through the obliterated condom, cum coating just about everything.

“OHHH!” Bridget noticed now, and she paused and then started to laugh. I was mortified. I’d never had a condom break, and I had cum a ton. “That’s pretty funny,” she said, biting a finger. I didn’t quite see the humor that she did. I cocked my head.

“It is??” I asked, confused.

“Yes. Babe. We’re totally fine. I’m on birth control. I don’t have any STD’s. Do you?” she was so damned cute and unstressed by the world.

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Colin was a smart guy. He was taking his Master’s degree in physics during the time in which this story is set. He had dark brown hair that was thick and tickled his emerald eyes from underneath his black-rimmed glasses. He did not have a particularly muscular build, yet he was not fat. Sort of, average, in a way. He lived in a two-bedroom apartment building with his best friend and colleague, Martin. Across the corridor from their room lived their friend, Ella. Ella had deep blue eyes and dark ginger hair, which usually hung down a little past her shoulders. Colin never really thought of Ella as a potential lover, just a close friend. Maybe a metaphorical sister. She wasn’t overly smart, anyways. She was a talented musician, being able to play piano, flute and violin. Obviously not simultaneously, but she was very talented in all three. As far as he knew, she was still a virgin. As was he and Martin.

Colin was, by definition, a nerd. A geek, dweeb, boffin, whatever you may want to call him. Martin shared that personality. Colin had a Star Wars bedspread and pyjamas with rockets on them. He had a healthy fictional sword collection, including Orcrist from The Hobbit, the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda, and countless others. bodrum escort bayan He had the Razer Blade, the world’s best gaming laptop. On his desk he had a plethora of figurines. Some from Star Trek, others from Godzilla or Pokemon. He had a Dungeons and Dragons board game in one of his drawers. Colin possessed an array of crap that only his kind would appreciate. As you can imagine, girls did not find this massively attractive.

Neither Colin nor Martin have ever had a girlfriend, or even been on a date for that matter. Ella has had a couple of shots throughout her lifetime. She was 23, turning 24 in July. Colin and Martin were both 26, Martin older by a couple of months. Colin’s mother died to cancer in 2001, and Colin’s father is working hard as a cold storage worker. Colin has two sisters, Anna and Danielle, Anna being 24 and Danielle four years older. Colin also has a younger brother, who is in his penultimate year of high school. None of his family turned out as successful as Colin.

It was a normal British day. Sun’s out, but the temperature doesn’t agree. Martin drove Colin to Oxford University, where they both are studying. Colin doesn’t drive. And he’s not planning to gümüşlük escort learn how to any time soon, either. Anyways, Martin’s silver Lexus rolled down several roads. Then Colin struck up conversation. And it wasn’t for the best.

“Do you like Ella?” he asked, rather unsensitively. The car jerked slightly as Martin took in the question.

“What kind of a question is that?” Martin asked.

“A good one.”

“No, I don’t. I’ve never really considered her that way,” Martin replied, knowing there was no point in arguing with Colin, for he would simply end up getting a lecture about why men have nipples or something. Colin always ends up teaching him something.

As they pulled into Martin’s designated space, the pair saw floods of students pouring into the university doors, with bags on and books in hand. Colin caught a glimpse of Ella, carrying her violin case. She looked straight back, smiled, waved, until she was swept away with the crowd. Colin and Martin caught up with Steven, their good friend. Everyone knows that Steven has the hots for Ella. It’s common knowledge. The only person that doesn’t know is Ella herself.

“What up, dudes?” Steven mumcular escort said, making an odd ‘U’ shape with his hands.

“Fine thank you, Steven. And don’t do that,” Colin replied, making the stupid grin on Steven’s face shrink ever so slightly. Steven was 24 and was a very serious chemistry student. Outside the classroom, however, he was a bit of a dickhead. He thinks he is just the coolest guy in history and all the ‘chicks’ ‘dig’ him, quote unquote. Instead, he is a colossal pervert. Plus he thinks he has got it in with Ella.

After class, Colin and his classmates were told that next week were the exams. Colin and Martin both knew they had the Master’s in the bag. As they got in the car to go home, Ella came running up. Colin could see Steven staring wide-eyed at Ella’s ass as she ran. Colin just rolled his eyes and paid attention to what Ella had to say.

“Guys, can I get a lift home, please? I really, really can’t be arsed to walk home from here,” she pleaded.

“Do you hum?” Colin asked.

“No.”

Do you make any kind of annoying noise?”

“No.”

“Do you make radio requests?”

“Nope.”

“Then welcome aboard, shipmate!” Colin smiled as Ella clambered into the car.

Once they were back at the apartment, Colin and Martin immediately grabbed their laptops and logged into Star Wars: Old Republic. They Skyped Steven and he played, too. They were playing for four hours when Ella opened the door. She saw them gaming and approached Martin, for Colin would probably break her neck with something if she interrupted him.

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[Refresher: Zach and Nicki are high school seniors stumbling their way through the wonders of sex with the aid of Nicki’s mother, Mandy who is using her supposed good intentions to support her own sexual desires for Zach’s ten inch fat cock. Chapter 4 ended as Nicki has completed her planned seduction of Zach’s father, Mike. She justifies her actions as a payback for his part in the unsanctioned trysts with her mom, Mandy.]

*****

After seducing Zach’s dad she had started for home but then realized she didn’t want to go home. She drove around lost in thought. She was amazed at how easy it was to seduce Mike. She had planned the entire encounter with Mike as a payback to Zach. He had, after all, had several sexual encounters with her mother. She felt bad that it wasn’t all Zach’s fault. He could have said no though. She envisioned any man saying no to her mother if she was throwing herself at him. She decided that it would never happen. Even Mike couldn’t say no to her this morning. Were all men like that. She didn’t know. Nicki had justified what she did to Mike. She wanted Zach back but she couldn’t figure out how her actions today had helped her gain that objective. It seemed so clear before. Not so much now.

Nicki thought and drove for an hour and decided she was ‘thought out’ and she drove home. When she walked into the foyer, Mandy was there dusting the furniture. Nicki knew that that was her job. She said, “Sorry Mom, let me get into some work clothes and do that.” She turned and headed up the stairs.

Mandy stood there and watched her go up the stairs and there it was. Looking up through the balusters she could see that Nicki had no panties on. Mandy could smell sex in the air too. She decided that given their current state of war she wouldn’t say anything to her.

Mandy heard Nicki’s shower come on. A few minutes later Nicki came bounding down the stair. She always sounded like a dozen elephants going up and down the stairs. She was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. She noted that it was Zach’s tee-shirt which hung like a sack off her. Mandy smiled and thought, ‘that’s a good sign. Maybe she and Zach got back together this morning and worked things out? That would explain the no panties and the sex smell.’

Nicki picked up the dusting cloth and went to work. Mandy noted that Nicki was humming as she worked. She thought how she always hummed whenever she had been thoroughly fucked. She smiled as she watched Nicki move through the room. She hoped that she and Nicki could talk their own issues out soon.

^^^^^

Sunday night I was home doing some homework. I had performed terribly at the meet which made me even more depressed than before. My life was so in the toilet. The phone rang and my dad answered it. They didn’t have a phone upstairs and when his dad yelled up the stairs that Nicki was on the phone, I got up so fast that the chair went flying. I flew down the stairs and grabbed the phone from my dad, who was holding it out with a huge grin on his face.

I gathered myself and said very calmly, “Hello. Oh hi Nicki. How have you been?” My dad was still standing there beside me grinning. When he saw my face staring at him he reluctantly moved away to the Living Room. I knew he was listening though. “Yeah? That’s good…Me too…Yeah! I would love to. When? Where?…OK. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll kill him if he doesn’t…OK. Friday night. 7:30 at Spagnola’s. Yeah. I can’t wait a whole week though. Can I see you this week?…When? How about in five minutes…Bummer. OK. Tomorrow at school? Where? We don’t have any classes together tomorrow… OK. After school at the gym…OK. Bye.”

My dad came out of the Living Room and said, “Is everything OK with Nicki?”

“I’m not sure. She asked us, as in you and me, to dinner Friday night at 7:30 at Spagnola’s Restaurant. I told her you would be there. She is going to meet me in the gym after school tomorrow. Maybe I can get some clarification then. She sounded different too. I don’t know what’s up but I’m going to do anything she asks.”

Zach walked back upstairs to work on his homework leaving Mike to contemplate Nicki’s request. ‘Crap,’ he thought. ‘What is this about? If not for what happened today he wouldn’t have a second thought. What is she up to?’ Mike walked upstairs to Zach’s room to tell him he was OK with Nicki’s plans for Friday night.

“Thanks Dad. I appreciate it,” I said. My dad seemed to hesitate for a moment. “What?” Nothing he said and went back down the stairs.

The next day at school, classes seemed to last forever. I didn’t care about any of them. I just wanted ‘after school’ to get here. When it finally arrived I nearly ran to the Gymnasium. It was a big complex consisting of two full basketball courts, an Olympic sized Swimming Pool with one and three meter diving boards and a raised stage for school plays and concerts. She didn’t say where she would meet me. I wasn’t taking any chances. I stood in the middle of the basketball bodrum escort courts and waited.

Twenty minutes later she walked in and headed toward me. I was so nervous as she walked up to me. She saw the anguish on my face. She smiled at me and I felt so much better. I smiled back but it was a little strained. She took my hand and led me toward stage right. She led me between the heavy curtains to the backstage. I admit I had never been back there before. It was very dark. Suddenly, she stopped and I ran into her. We stumbled in the dark. I flailed my arms to try to catch her if I knocked her down. We found each other again and she reached up searching for my face. I found her arm and helped her find what she was looking for.

Nicki said, “Zach. Give me your face. I held her hands to my face. She pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her hard in return. My eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the light from the two exit signs became more than enough to see. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in the dim light but Nicki was standing in front of me totally naked. I didn’t care how she did it.

She was fumbling with my shirt buttons and I pushed her hands down and nearly ripped my shirt off. Nicki was now fumbling with my belt and button. I pushed her hands down again and quickly unbuckled and unbuttoned my jeans. Nicki had my zipper down and she was frantically pulling my pants down my legs. Pants and underwear came at the same time.

My cock was raging. Nicki could see it in the dim light and she went to her knees and jammed my cock in her mouth. “Oh Fuck. I’ve needed that,” I said quietly. The only sound from Nicki was “Mmmmppphhhh…Mmmmpppphhhh…Mmmmmmppphhh as she was throwing her head down my shaft. She gagged occasionally and she would come up for air, take a couple of breathes and go right back down again. “Oh fuck baby, I’ve missed you so bad.” She was busy and didn’t speak.

I pulled her head off my cock and she looked up at me with confusion on her face. I knelt and rolled down so my back was on the floor. She went right down on my cock again. I lifted her head again and she said, “What?”

“I would like to try ’69’, OK?” I said.

“What’s that?” she said. I guided her around on her knees and lifted one leg over my head so her knees were by my head. I maneuvered her arms so they straddled my hips. My cock was pointing straight up at her face and then she got it. I grabbed my jeans and pushed them under my head as a pillow and pushed my face into her crotch.

Nicki was soaking wet and vaginal juices flowed down the inside of her thighs into my ears. I attacked her pussy with an unbelievable urgency. Nicki was frantically bouncing her head up and down on my cock. “Mmmmmppph…Mmmpphh.” She didn’t gag as much in this position for some reason.

I was swirling my tongue around in Nicki’s pussy. I flicked my tongue on her clitoris every so often. She was pivoting her hips up and down to aid my attack. I was lifting my hips to aid hers.

Nicki knew she was so close to cumming. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over close. She could feel her orgasm flooding in. Her body went rigid and she pulled back from my cock. Juices came flowing out of her pussy and ran down my cheeks to my neck. She groaned, “Uuuunnnnngggghhhh.” She pushed her shirt into her mouth to deaden any screams that she knew would be unavoidable.

She mumbled around the shirt, “OH FUCK…OH FUCK…UUNNNGGGGHHHH.” In spite of the huge quantity of her juices flowing into his mouth and down his face, he kept right on assaulting her pussy and clit. He began finger-fucking her with three fingers as his tongue flicked rapidly on her clit and again, “UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH.” Another surge of fluids were pushed out.

I was trying really hard to not blow my load in her mouth. I wanted so bad to fuck her. I was so horny that I thought seriously about cumming in her mouth and then cumming again in her pussy. My contemplation became moot as I lost the battle with my balls as a stampede of cum surged up my cock and into her mouth.

Nicki took as much as she could handle which was two shots. She was gagging hard and had to pull her head up and off my cock. The third shot splattered somewhere close. I could feel the fallout. The fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh shots went wherever. I fleetingly thought about the mess I was making on the stage floor. I hoped the school didn’t have security cameras back here.

Nicki was gasping for air as was I. I had eased up on her pussy but I continued to flick her clit occasionally which sent a bolt of electricity up her body. When she had recovered, she collapsed to my side. My cock was in fact still hard as a steel pipe. She laid there on her side stroking me from base to tip. I collected myself and move around so I could kiss her mouth. She kissed me back as her hand had followed my reposition. As I moved down to get between her legs, her bitez escort hand slid off the tip.

She was looked down between her tits as I pushed my cock into her pussy. She groaned, “UUUNNNGGGHHH,” as I pushed into her. Her hand went to the top of her pussy and started stroking her clit and resting her fingers against my cock as it burrowed in and out of her. Her breathing increased again. So did mine. I was pumping hard and fast.

Nicki tilted her hips back to force my cock to fuck onto the top of her vagina. She had remembered the incredibly intense orgasm she had when I fucked her ‘g-spot’. She was trying to duplicate it. It seemed to be working because she began frantically throwing her head from side to side as “AHHH…AHHHH…AHHH’s” started emanating from her mouth. She shoved her shirt into her mouth again to muffle the sounds. “UUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH,” erupted from her throat as her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. She released it and spasms rocked through her. I felt a tremendous pressure building up in her pussy pushing me out of her.

‘Awww-Oh,’ I thought. ‘She’s going to squirt again.’

Nicki screamed around her shirt and fired her hips upward and just as quickly back down. She had succeeded in bucking me off and just as I was expecting, a fire hose of liquid erupted from her pussy. I was amazed at the pressure, the amount and the distance. I was already soaked beyond soaked. If I had just jumped in the swimming pool I wouldn’t have been wetter. I moved off to the side to watch. I was fascinated by this biological phenomenon. ‘Holy Shit,’ look at that.

Nicki was still screaming into her shirt as gusher after gusher launched from her. The stream was five feet in the air and landed eight feet away. The stage was covered in a puddle three feet wide for the distance. Nicki was pulling her clit up with one finger. Depending on some random position of her hand, her squirt changed from a steady narrow stream to a wide spray. The spray contributed to the width and the stream contributed to the distance.

Neither Nicki nor I could give a shit less about the mess we made on the stage that afternoon. Someone would clean it up and probably not even have any idea of what it was. I moved up to cradle her in my arms. It was like she was in a coma. Her breathing had settled down fast but her body seemed to vibrate for a long time. She couldn’t touch her clit anymore. It was just too sensitive. I held her close and ran my finger through her long blonde hair. One arm was across her chest and she had both hands grabbed onto it to steady herself.

It was fortunate that our clothes were out of the way and had not got drenched. I collected her clothes and held her up so she could get into them. Her legs were soaked but the rest of her body had survived the drenching. I pulled my clothes over my soaked by drying body. I pulled her to me and hugged her close to me. Her head was tight to my chest with my chin on the top of her head.

Nicki hadn’t said much since she led me up on stage and she wasn’t saying anything now. She just held my hug. Finally, I said, “Nicki, are you OK?” She just nodded. “You seem down.” She just nodded again. “Are we OK again?” She nodded again. “Can we go somewhere and talk? We really need to talk.” She nodded again as she lifted her head to kiss me.

I checked the back door to the stage to make sure no one was there and signaled for her to go. I left a minute later. We met at her car in the gym parking lot. My car was in a different lot on the other side of the school. As I walked up to Nicki, she stepped into me and kissed me hard on the lips. I’d wanted this for more than a week. We squirmed our mouths all over each other’s faces and necks.

Nicki pulled her head down and pulled it to my chest with her arms around my back. She said, “Oh Zach. I’ve missed this awful. I’ve had some things to work through. Let’s go to my house and work what’s left out with my mom. I’m still not talking to her. I want to see what she has to say for herself.”

I said, “That’s fine with me. I want my girlfriend back. Can you drive me over to my car and I will follow you there.”

We walked through the front door hand in hand like ‘the old days’. Nicki immediately yelled, “Mom. Are you home?” We listened but there was no answer. Way off in the distance I could hear water running.

“It sounds like she may be taking a shower.” Nicki, with her hand still in mine, pulled me to the stairs as we climbed to the second floor. She didn’t hesitate. She moved quickly down the hall and without even knocking pushed Mandy’s bedroom door open and we walked in just as the shower shut off. The bathroom door was closed.

We sat on the bed and were waiting, I guess. I was uncomfortable with this but there was no way I was going to suggest another approach to Nicki. She decided that her mother’s bedroom would be battleground central. We waited.

When the bathroom bodrum merkez escort door opened, Mandy casually walked into her bedroom naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. A white towel was wrapped around her head which framed her beautiful face. As always, she was absolutely gorgeous. My cock jumped as her nipples hardened. She just stood there dumbfounded looking at Nicki and then me. Mandy saw my cock jump in my pants and she involuntarily curled her lower lip up so she could lightly bite down on it. I had seen her do that every time we got together. My cock jumped again as those memories flashed through my mind.

Nicki said, “Mom, we need to talk about what you and Zach did to me.”

Mandy didn’t even try to cover herself up. “That’s all I’ve wanted to do all last week, but I guess you weren’t ready. I have been very upset that we have this rift between us. You mean the entire world to me. This past week has ripped me in two.” She sat down on the bed. “Can I put some clothes on or not?”

Nicki burst out, “No. I want you vulnerable.”

Mandy was taken aback by Nicki’s venom and simple said. “OK. That’s fine. Who should start?”

^^^^^

“Mom, I know you have helped Zach and I get through the absolute, total confusion of sex. I appreciate it. It was certainly not normal for you to be involved like you have been. I know I have been complicit in your participation in our ‘lessons’,” as she gave air quotes with both hands, “But, you went way past acceptable when you seduced Zach in the Living Room. I know I watched most of it and I admit it made me very horny. I admit I couldn’t move to stop you or even leave. That’s on me and I accept that. But, when you intentionally deceived me to sneak into the men’s room at the beach to seduce Zach again and gave him another blowjob, you crossed the line with me. I don’t understand how you could do that to me?” Nicki burst into tears as she spoke her last sentence.

When Nicki had her tears under control again, she turned to me and said, “Zach. I was furious with you that you didn’t object to my mother’s advances. Both in the Living Room and then when you told me about the blowjob at the beach I hated you at that moment. There was no reason I could think of that you wouldn’t object then and turn her away. I couldn’t understand it. So, I did a little research to help me understand how this all happened. How my own mother could intentionally deceive me and my boyfriend, my love, could…could consciously decide to disregard our love even for those short minutes. How could both of you lie to me and act like everything was the same?”

Nicki stood up and started paced around the room. Mandy and I both watched her intently. Neither of us knew if it was our turn to say something. Finally, after two circuits around the room, Nicki continued, “I know that I don’t understand how a boy’s…or man’s brain works. I’ve never understood. I like some of the differences and don’t like others. Since I could only identify mom’s actions as seduction, I looked up the word in the dictionary. It read, ‘to persuade to engage in sexual intercourse; and to lead astray as from the right direction; and to win over, to attract, to lure.’

Mandy and I were both intently listening to Nicki as she walked back and forth in front of us. Her arms and hands were animated as she paced. “These definitions imply that this was all on you, mom. You seduced Zach. You used your beauty to win Zach over and lead him away from the right decision.

I heard those words and thought, ‘good for me, bad for her mom.’ Mandy tried to interject something to this one sided conversation but Nick cut her off with a furious look. Mandy’s words trailed off and stopped. She looked down at her hands.

Nicki continued, “The definition aside I still couldn’t understand why you Zach just didn’t say no. It should have been so easy. I thought, maybe it’s the difference between men and women. I couldn’t even imagine myself dropping to the floor and giving some guy on the street a blowjob just because it was dangling out of his pants. How can the stronger sex be so weak and compliant to the will of an attractive woman? Hell, maybe the woman doesn’t even have to be attractive. Any port in the storm?

I thought, ‘Oh crap, this is coming back to me again.’

“So, I did some more research to determine if this complete willingness to fall prey to the seduction of a woman and then cover it up is a boy thing or a male thing. You know what I discovered? From my simple experiment I discovered that any man, boy or grown man can’t seem to object to the wanton seduction of a woman, at least an attractive woman. I had no way of conducting a thorough experiment with unattractive women and my male sample was limited.”

I wasn’t sure what the experiment was about but it sounded like I was exonerated as just being a man who is physically unable to fend off the wiles of a woman when she wants sex. From my experiences, I could go along with that. I would only later reflect back on the ‘experiment’ with more clarity.

Nicki sat down beside her mother and pulled Mandy’s fidgeting hands to hers. Mandy looked up to Nicki’s eyes. Mandy’s eyes were full to the brim with tears, but she wasn’t crying. Nicki had stopped talking and Mandy knew it was her turn.

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Note from the author: This is a continuation of another story. Although it can be read on its own you might want to read the first one in order to get the entire picture if you haven’t already.

Travis woke Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of water filling the bathtub. As he started to get out of bed, aching pain assaulted his body. His jaw, hips and ass were sorer than he could ever remember. That’s when it all came crashing back to him. At first, he thought it was a dream, but the pain in his body and the dried cum that was caked all over him reminded Travis that what had happen was no dream. His wife had actually tied him to the bed, and she and another man had fucked the shit out of him and each other. The jealousy and anger welled up inside him again, as he remembered the events of the night before. Adrian, his wife, had left him bound to the bed for about an hour, while she and David fucked in the living room and then again in the front yard on the hood of his car before David finally left. Afterwards, she came back into the bedroom and made him use his mouth to clean her and David’s cum from her body. With these memories raging though his mind, Travis got up and made his way to the kitchen his body protesting the whole way.

Adrian had gotten up before Travis. She decided to make him his favorite breakfast and run him a hot bath. She knew Travis had to be pretty sore and he hadn’t cleaned himself off before he went to sleep last night, so he’d probably be feeling pretty nasty. When he was finally able to go to sleep, he was covered in cum and he had slept in a huge wet spot. Travis had been so exhausted he wouldn’t even let her change the sheets or anything. Travis had made it clear to her that he was upset about something. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was unhappy about, but she figured it was probably that she had fucked David two more times after she had left him in the bedroom to walk David to his car.

Travis walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the site of his wife wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and one of his white wifebeater style tanks tops stretched over her ample body. Travis had always liked the way she looked when she dressed this way. The tank tops would be pulled so tight across her body that you could clearly see her nipples right through the fabric, and when she wore sweatpants first thing in the morning or right after sex she generally didn’t have any underwear on beneath them. That was not the case this morning though. He knew that she was doing these things because she knew he had been upset when they went to sleep the night before, and she wanted to keep him from being upset with her. It wasn’t going to work this time though. He was pretty upset about some of the things that happened last night, but he knew they were partially his fault too. After all, he had told her they were his fantasies in the first place. Things had been fine until she left him tied to the bed for an hour while she fucked David in the living room and front yard. That was what really bothered him. Travis knew he had to decide whether it was ok with him for Adrian to be with other men or if it bothered him. He decided he would discuss it with her after he got cleaned up and ate some breakfast.

Adrian turned to get something and saw Travis standing naked in the kitchen doorway still covered in dried cum from the previous night with a look of deep thought on his face as he stared at her. “Good morning baby. How are you feeling this morning?” Adrian asked. She soon regretted asking that question as it left her lips.

“Sore,” was all Travis said in reply.

“Well, I started a hot bath for you. Why don’t you go soak while I finish making breakfast for us?” Adrian suggested.

Travis didn’t say anything he just went to the bathroom and got in to the bathtub. He turned on the whirlpool jets and just let them massage his aching body as he cleaned the filth from the previous night off his body.

As he sat in the tub soaking, Travis thought about the events of last night. By the time he got out and dried himself off, he decided that he wasn’t mad at his wife anymore, but, if they were going to be playing anymore of these games, they would have to talk about what happened first. A short time later, Travis was in the kitchen eating breakfast with his wife. After they had finished, they sat at the table and talked about what they had done the night before. Travis explained to Adrian how he felt about everything and she in turn told him that she had only done it in the first place because she thought it would make him happy. Adrian also told him that she had enjoyed it far more than she had thought she would, but she also assured Travis that he was her one and only love and no one would ever be able to take that from him. They both agreed that they had fun for the most part even though Travis wasn’t happy about what happened towards the end, but then again he was the submissive and it wasn’t up to him.

“Well, do you want to be my sex slave?” Adrian asked. “Before you answer that, I want you to know that anytime you’re wearing my collar you’re mine to do with özbek escort as I please, and I may do as I please with anyone I please. And, when you aren’t wearing the collar things will be totally normal between us.”

Travis thought about that for a few minutes before he said anything. After all, it would be a huge commitment to be under someone else’s total control like that. “Alright,” he agreed. “But what if I don’t like what’s happening?” Travis asked.

“Well unless you are gagged, you’ll have a safeword to stop things. Otherwise, you’ll just have to endure it and talk to me about it afterwards,” Adrian told him.

“Well you know my absolute limits. Will you respect those?” Travis asked.

“Of course honey. No blood, scarring permanent marks or injury. No drugs and nothing that would get either of us arrested. And if anything else comes up that you feel you wouldn’t want to be involved in under any circumstances, you just tell me and we’ll add it to the list. Sound fair?” Adrian replied.

“Yeah. I can live with that.” Travis agreed.

“Good. Then it’s settled,” Adrian said with a decisively wicked grin on her face that gave Travis a slight shiver up his back.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the next couple of weeks until Adrian called Travis on her way home, “Hey honey. I’m on my way home now. I have something special planned for tonight. I want you to get yourself ready. You better have your harness and collar on by the time I get there.”

“Yes Mistress,” was Travis’ only reply.

About twenty minutes later, Adrian pulled into the driveway with a special surprise in store for Travis. As she got out of the car, her friend Clara pulled up behind her. Clara looked beautiful as always. She stood five foot seven and weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds. Her breasts were a nice 36C, and she had brown eyes and had her hair-dyed blonde. Clara was slightly overweight, but it gave her what some people would call sexy curves. Clara was different from most of Adrian’s friends in that she loved sex and wasn’t shy about saying so. Most of their friends were pretty vanilla when it came to sex, but Clara had a real wild side to her.

After the talk she had with Travis a few weeks ago, Adrian had decided to approach Clara with the prospect of a threesome with her and Travis. It took Adrian the better part of the last two weeks to figure out how to approach Clara and then to actually work up the nerve to ask her.

Adrian had finally decided to just talk to Clara about it over lunch. They had agreed to have lunch Wednesday. Adrian brought Clara to a little restaurant she knew of that would give her and Clara a little privacy for what Adrian wanted to discuss. After they ordered, Adrian finally made her move, “Clara what do think about BDSM?”

“I think it’s pretty wild. I really get into it, but Rodger doesn’t like it very much so I don’t get to do it very often.” Clara replied.

“Why doesn’t he like it?” Adrian asked.

“Well he likes to be in charge. And when it comes to BDSM, I’m dominant. I can be submissive from time to time but I don’t enjoy it even half as much as I do when I get the chance to be in charge. Plus, Rodger is pretty vanilla when it comes to sex.” Clara told her.

“What do mean by vanilla?” Adrian asked.

“You know the basic positions, missionary, doggy, and me riding him. He likes me to blow him, but he’s not big on going down on me.” Clara answered.

“Wow! As much as you like sex I never thought you’d be married to someone who didn’t get into it as much as you do.” Adrian said.

“Yeah well, that’s what affairs are for,” Clara said bluntly.

Adrian was shocked to hear her friend practically admit that she had cheated on her husband. “You mean you’ve cheated on Rodger?”

“I don’t tell very many people, but yeah I have,” Clara confided.

“How many times? And how many guys have you been with?” Adrian asked still somewhat shocked.

“Well in the five years we’ve been married, I have slept with about twenty or so guys, and a few women here and there.” Clara answered.

“You have had sex with another woman?” Adrian asked in shock.

“Yeah, more than one actually. It’s pretty fun to tell the truth,” Clara replied

Adrian saw her chance and went for it, “Have you ever done a threesome?”

“No, not yet. Have you?” Clara asked.

“Yeah Trav and I did one a couple of weeks ago,” Adrian confessed.

“Really?” Clara asked in total shock.

“Yeah, really,” Adrian answered.” Anyways, I was wondering if you’d like to get together with me and Travis later this week for one?”

“Are you serious?” Clara asked in stark disbelief.

“I’m very serious,” Adrian assured her.

Clara thought about it for a moment, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Well, there’s something you need to know first. When Travis and I do this kind of thing, it’s with him as my sex slave. Whatever I say goes and whoever joins us also needs to be able to dominate him to,” Adrian told her.

“Awesome!” Clare said with a wicked grin.

The azeri escort two women quickly worked out the rest of the details and anxiously waited for Friday evening to come. Clara had told her husband she was going over Adrian’s house for a little while after work and wasn’t sure when she’d be home, but if he needed her he could reach her there.

They had both waited for the weekend to come it seemed to take forever and come too soon all at the same time and now it was here. Clara followed Adrian into her house.

“You can use the guest room to take a shower and get changed while I check on Trav,” Adrian told Clara.

“Okay cool.” Clara replied as she walked towards the guest room. Clara knew the way since she had visited Adrian and Travis many times before.

When Adrian went in to the bedroom to check on her husband, she was pleased to see that he was on all fours in the center of their bed wearing his leather harness. She remembered buying him the harness months ago. It had straps going over each shoulder, under each arm, around his waist and even one that when between his ass cheeks like a G-string. The straps met at one ring centered on his chest another just below his navel and two corresponding rings on his back. The G-string strap and a short strap coming from the navel connecting ring attached to a metal cockring that always kept Travis hard once he was initially aroused. He was also wearing leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

Adrian walked around the bed to her nightstand and took a leather collar out of her drawer. She leaned over the bed and secured the collar around Travis’ neck. The collar was made of thick black leather two inches wide with three thick metal D-rings attached to it at various points for use with a leash or for bondage uses.

“Now, my sweet little slut, I brought a friend home with me. I want you to obey her and pleasure her as you would me,” Adrian informed Travis.

“Yes Mistress, it’s my pleasure to serve you,” Travis responded.

“Good, now I must get ready for our night myself. Turn over on your back and bring your knees to your chest,” Adrian told him.

“Yes Mistress,” Travis said before he quickly rolled on to his back and brought his knees to his chest as ordered.

Adrian took to double-ended metal clips out of her nightstand drawer and used them to connect the D-rings of Travis’ wrist and ankle cuffs. With his right wrist attached to his right ankle and his left wrist similarly attached to his left ankle, Travis’ movement was severely limited while leaving him open and vulnerable. Adrian stepped back and looked at her husband now turned slave and smiled with pleasure. Tonight’s gonna be fun, Adrian thought before she left the bedroom for the master bathroom to get ready for what was to come.

Once she was in the guest bathroom, Clara quickly stripped out of her work clothes and showered as fast as she could. Clara was anxious and excited about what was going to happen tonight. Travis wasn’t her idea of a stud but she did think he was pretty cute, and if he was really as kinky as Adrian said, then she knew they’d all have a good time. Clara could feel her pussy getting wet just thinking about it. After she got out of the shower and dried off, Clara went into the bag she had brought with her and pulled out her sexy new dominatrix outfit. As soon as she saw the outfit in the store, Clara knew it was for her. It was made out of red leather and had crisscrossing straps that went up from her waist to her breasts in a diamond pattern where they went around her breasts. Two removable cups covered her breasts and the bottom of the outfit was a removable thong. Last but not least, Clara pulled on a pair of matching red leather thigh high boots with spiked heels. She had also bought a few other things she couldn’t wait to try out a little later. Once she was in her outfit, Clara put her works clothes in her bag and went to meet Adrian in the living room.

Once she was in the bathroom, Adrian quickly undressed and showered. As soon as she was done, she quickly dressed in her new dominatrix outfit that she had bought when she was shopping with Clara. Adrian had found a black leather push-up corset with metal buckles that ran up the front. The corset left her breasts exposed. It gave her a slimmer waist and pushed up her breasts making them look larger. Adrian had also bought a black leather crotchless thong to go with the corset and a pair of stiletto heels with straps that crisscrossed up her calves finished off Adrian’s outfit. Once Adrian had her outfit on, she threw her work clothes in the hamper and took her little bag of surprises with her to meet Clara in the living room.

Clara was the first one to be in the living room, so she was relaxing on the sofa when Adrian walked in. Both women took each other in and they were both impressed with how the other looked. “Daamn girl, you look good,” Adrian said as she saw Clara sitting on the couch. “Thanks, you look pretty damn hot yourself,” Clara replied.

“Okay, let’s get going. Just remember the rules, no blood, scat or anything türkmen escort that will cause scarring or serious injury,” Adrian said.

“No problem. I’m ready to go when you are,” Clara replied.

“Alright, let’s go,” Adrian said as she led the way to her bedroom where Travis was bound and waiting.

As Adrian and Clara walked into the bedroom, Travis’ eyes went wide with surprise at seeing one of his wife’s close friends with her, but, when he saw how both women were dressed, his dick grew instantly hard.

“Well well, looks like the little slut likes what he sees,” Clara said derisively.

“You can’t really blame him though Clara dear, we do look incredibly sexy tonight,” Adrian replied equally as derisive.

Adrian turned to Clara and gave her a passionate French kiss. Clara was slightly startled for a second that Adrian was kissing her, but she quickly got over her surprise and enthusiastically retuned Adrian’s kiss. Adrian broke their kiss and turned to face Travis. “Mmm, tonight is definitely going to be fun,” Adrian said with a wicked grin. “What do you think of Clara in her new outfit?” Adrian asked Travis.

“She looks incredible Mistress,” Travis replied.

As Adrian was speaking to Travis, Clara moved so that she was standing behind her where she reached around Adrian’s body and caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. “Mmm, that feels good,” Adrian moaned softly as she ground her ass against Clara’s thighs. “Slut, you will obey and pleasure Clara as you would me. You will do anything and everything she commands unless I say otherwise. She knows our rules and will not break them,” Adrian said sternly. “Is that clear?” she asked equally as sternly.

“Yes Mistress,” Travis responded obediently.

“You are to Address her as Mistress Clara whenever she gives you a command.”

“Yes Mistress,” Travis replied.

“Good. Now we can get started,” Adrian said before bent down and pulled a strap-on dildo and harness out of her bag. “Would you mind helping me put this on?” Adrian said looking over her shoulder at Clara.

“My pleasure,” Clara responded as she reached around Adrian’s body once again this time taking the straps of the dildo’s harness and securing them around Adrian’s waist.

Adrian then climbed on the bed and crawled between Travis’ legs. “Clara would you hand me the K-Y from the nightstand please?” Adrian asked.

Without saying anything, Clara walked to the nightstand where she picked up the tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to Adrian. Adrian squeezed and liberal amount of the lubricant into her hand before working first one, then two fingers into Travis’ asshole.

“Ugh,” Travis moaned quietly at the penetration.

Once she felt Travis’ hole was sufficiently lubricated, Adrian took her fingers out of his ass and squeezed some more lube into her palm and coated the dildo that was attached between her legs liberally with it. When she was done, Adrian leaned forward until the head of the fake cock was pressed against the opening of her husband’s ass. Adrian could feel Travis body tense slightly in expectation of what was about to happen.

“AAAARRRGHH!” Travis screamed out in pain as Adrian rammed the fake cock deep inside him until her hips collided with his ass.

Adrian slowly pulled the dildo out of his ass until just the head was inside him “AH!” Travis shouted as she brutally rammed the dildo deep in to his ass again.

Again, Adrian slowly pulled the fake cock almost all the way out of her husband’s ass before she once again rammed it home making him cry out at the pain of her savage thrust.

“Ahhh!” Travis cried out when Adrian buried the dildo deep inside him for the third time.

“Clara, do something to shut him up,” Adrian told her friend.

Clara smiled and removed the bottom portion of her outfit. She climbed on the bed and straddled Travis’ head so she that she was facing Adrian. Then, Clara quickly pressed her now dripping pussy tightly to his mouth. “Lick my cunt, Slave,” Clara ordered. Travis was lost in the pain of his anal penetration and hadn’t heard what she said. Clara reached down to Travis chest and grabbed a nipple with each and twisted them, cruelly making Travis cry out and arch his body in pain. Clara kept twisting his nipples for several seconds before releasing him and repeating her command, “I said eat my cunt you little fucker!”

Travis didn’t hesitate this time and quickly put his tongue to work on Clara’s pussy pushing in deep inside her and swirling it around before he licked up to her clit. As his tongue found Clara’s clit, he circled around it before quickly flicking his tongue lightly over the rapidly swelling nubbin of pleasure. “Ohhh yes, now that’s more like it,” Clara moaned.

As soon as she heard Clara’s moan of pleasure, Adrian began thrusting the dildo in and out of her helpless husband’s ass without mercy. As she was fucking his ass, Adrian took hold of Travis’ legs and rested them on her shoulder’s giving her even deeper penetration with her fake cock. Travis moans of pleasure mixed with pain were vibrating against Clara’s clit as her continued to orally pleasure his newly adopted mistress. Adrian looked down and watched her husband’s hard cock bouncing back and forth first slapping against her belly then his own. Travis’ cock continued to slap back and forth against their bodies as Adrian fucked his ass as hard and fast as she could.

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That was hot last night, Marie IM’ed to me the next day.

Yeah, it was, I agreed. I always tried to keep my IM’s very neutral. I was certain they were constantly monitored by the company, but Marie didn’t seem to care.

I was so full of your milk that I couldn’t even eat breakfast this morning.

This made my face turn red. Now I was positive that we were being spied on. Not here, not now, I replied to her.

We’ve got to do it again, she sent me. My boyfriend wants to sample you as well. Would that be okay?

This left me wondering how I get myself into these situations. Uh, maybe. Not right away. I’d like to get with you again. Maybe that would help put him off.

That sounds great! I could hear her enthusiasm through the messenger. Tonight?

No, not tonight. I have a headache. Ha! My jokes always came off flat on IM.

We negotiated back and forth through the day. I was alternately hot and bothered by the idea of what we were planning, and then nervous and scared that we’d be caught—by whom I don’t know—and even that made it more exciting to me. Who would have known my breasts were such a source of excitement to others.

And don’t forget to have Michael there, she sent me right at the end of the day before she walked out the door.

Michael? I hadn’t known he’d be part of this too. Not that it mattered; if she wanted him there, I was more than willing to share.

I insisted on having an evening snack for Marie when she came over; we were meeting too late for dinner, but as a good hostess I couldn’t just expect Marie to hop into bed with us without at least offering something to eat or drink.

“It’s completely unnecessary,” he pointed out to me. “You’re the snack. Or drinks, at least.”

“Ha ha,” I commented, laying out a platter of crackers and cheese. “I’m more than that.”

“I’ll say,” he whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind and cupping my breasts. I tried to push him away, I was very full and didn’t want to start leaking, but his hands on my tits felt so very good. If the doorbell didn’t ring just then I probably would have hiked up my skirt and pulled off my panties, but as it was we were interrupted by Marie’s appearance.

I invited her in, offered her cheese and crackers—she took just a few to be polite—but she didn’t let us chat idly, Marie went right to the heart of the matter.

“I’m glad Michael’s going to be with us tonight,” she said. “It’ll be nice to have a partner for this.”

“A partner?” I asked confused and glanced at my husband. Michael looked away, either embarrassed or guilty, maybe both. “What’s going on?” I asked both of them.

Michael still couldn’t meet my gaze, but Marie was calm and cool as always. She smiled and raised her chin a tiny bit. Her long black hair fell away from her face. “I’ve been…talking with Michael. We have something special for you tonight.”

I’ve always been a little slow when confronted with strange, unexpected situations and this was no exception. I finally figured out that she must have been talking to each other behind my back. Before I could do or say anything to protest, Michael suddenly found his voice.

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered me.

I blinked at him, it was a blunt approach, but my hand almost automatically went to the buttons on my blouse. Only when Marie spoke did I hesitate.

“Might as well take off the rest of your clothes as well,” she said. “It’s not like you’re going to need them.”

And again I didn’t know what to say. Marie took the initiative and started unbuttoning her own shirt while Michael looked on, a boy happily caught between two candy stores.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom first,” I suggested.

Marie eagerly led the way, her shirt unbuttoned, exposing her padded bra but little else. As she ascended the staircase I followed her, watching her shapely ass as it swung back and forth in front of my eyes.

Once in the bedroom, she dropped her bright red shirt from her shoulders, keeping her back to me. Her inked wings were only partly hidden by her tight black pants and the thin bra strap that cut across her back just under her shoulder blades. “Undo me,” she asked, pulling her hair aside and looking over her shoulder at me. My hands were fairly trembling when I reached for her black bra and tried to slip free the hooks. After a few attempts I finally managed to work it and the strap came free. She turned around, smiling proudly, and presented me with her bare tits sporting feriköy escort a pair of bright gold rings. I stood there mute, excited but not knowing what to do.

“Let me help you,” she said, reaching for my shirt and starting to undo the buttons. I noticed Michael sitting on the corner of the bed, happily watching the two of us. Before I knew it my blouse was on the floor, Marie had moved in close to me, slipping her arms around me to unhook my bra. She kissed me lightly on the neck as she pulled the bra away, exposing my milk-full tits. “Ready?” she asked Michael.

He nodded and she led me to the bed. Before I could mount the mattress, Michael fell to his knees in front of me, unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me in just my panties. Or rather my thong; I only owned two thongs, and since this was a special occasion, I decided to go with it to show off my tattoo.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Marie ordered me.

“On the bed?” I asked, confused. Usually I only did that with the milker.

When she said yes, I simply followed orders. Marie laid next to me on one side, Michael on the other. It was obvious what they were planning on doing. My boobs were hanging down, full and ready to be emptied. They worked their heads under my chest, while Marie and I giggled, until their mouths found my nipples and they started suckling.

It was heavenly.

I could feel my milk flowing into their mouths, each one nursing at their own pace. Michael tended to suck harder and take bigger gulps, he was eager to drain me. Marie took her time, enjoying both the experience and time with me, she was gentle compared to him, but just as insistent.

They made me hold that position for a good fifteen minutes while the suckled me. It started off being novel and sensual and more than a bit erotic, but toward the end my arms were getting tired. I wasn’t used to being stuck in the same position for so long. “You two had better finish up,” I told them. “I’m getting to tired and I don’t care how much you like this. I can’t go all night.”

Reluctantly Michael let go of my tit, gently kissed the side of my breast and rolled off to the side. Marie, however, didn’t heed my request and kept on draining me, though by this time I could feel there was nothing left to feed her. “Let go,” I prompted, tugging my breast away slightly. She grinned around my nipple and refused to let do, keeping a strong latch on me. I pulled back a little harder, just to the point of pain, but she still refused to let go. Michael laughed at my predicament.

“This isn’t funny,” I told him.

“Then just pull away,” he said.

“It’ll hurt!” I complained; secretly I was sort of enjoying the slight torture she was putting me through.

“I think that’s what she wants,” he said.

I let Marie nurse a moment longer, then pulled back in earnest. She resisted, looping an arm around my waist to keep me close. In retaliation, I put one hand on the side of her face and forced her away from me. It was a struggle, but I was bigger and eventually prevailed, though at great cost. It felt like she was ripping my tit off when I finally broke the suction.

She immediately pouted. “I wasn’t done,” she all but whined.

“You’re done,” I told her, gently holding my breast. “See, there’s nothing left.” I squeezed to extract any remaining milk. There was none, of course, not even enough to form a pearly drop on the tip of my nipple.

“I’m still thirsty,” she said playfully. I knew she was lying, but played along anyway.

“Then why don’t you give Michael a blowjob and drink his spunk,” I suggested.

Marie immediately brightened. “That sounds great! I love man-cum.” She turned to him. “Take off your pants,” she ordered.

He looked at me, helpless and confused. His eyes were wide with shock and excitement. I could see the outline of his cock under the denim of his jeans. “Should I?” he mouthed to me.

My chest was tight and I could feel a gush of wetness in my panties. Whatever else I wanted or knew about our relationship, I was eager to see Michael receive a blowjob from Marie. It certainly wasn’t cheating, not if he was doing it right in front of me. Was it?

“Yes,” I whispered to the two of them.

Marie didn’t need to be told twice. She moved over to his side of the bed, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Together they pushed off his pants and she, without a hint of hesitation or shyness, reached into kayaşehir escort his underwear, pulled out his already stiff cock, and put it in her mouth.

I was never a bit watcher of porn. It always seemed a bit artificial and contrived to me. The complete opposite is true of a live sex show. Marie didn’t cheat to the camera or perform actions that might look interesting on screen, but added nothing to Michael’s pleasure. She simply took his cock into her mouth, sucked long and hard trying to make him cum. One hand she wrapped around his balls, the other held firm the base of his long prick; I laid on my side, my hand inside my thong, just barely playing with my clit as Michael received what was certainly an expert blowjob. I almost wished I was a man just so that Marie could give one to me.

So talented was my friend that she could even take all of Michael’s length into her mouth and down her throat. While he wasn’t ridiculously endowed like a freak from an adult film, I myself couldn’t get more than half of Michael’s cock into my mouth, so I was duly impressed. Because she was a much better cocksucker than I was, I was disappointed for Michael when she suddenly backed off, freeing his wet cock from her mouth and said. “I don’t want to swallow his cum,” she announced. “I want to see him fuck you.”

She didn’t have to suggest that to me twice. Although Michael was eager to get off in her mouth, I was worked up enough that I wanted a cock inside of me. I yanked off my thong—I was happy to be rid of it—laid back on the bed and spread my legs. I could smell the scent of my eager pussy waiting to be satisfied. Apparently my perfume was enough to pull Michael away from Marie’s mouth—along with a slight push of encouragement from her. He fell on me and slipped easily into my cunt. I immediately tilted my hips to accept his hard, eager thrusts and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles so he couldn’t escape—not that he wanted to.

“Oh, fuck her hard,” Marie whispered from her spot on the bed. I was barely aware she was still in the room; when you’ve debauched yourself this much, it hardly matters if another person watches you and your husband fuck. It was just another thrill I was marking off some unknown checklist of kinks, erotic acts and fantasies I never knew I had.

Michael was already worked up by his oral treat from Marie, and I had been playing with myself that entire time as well, so it didn’t take him long to grunt twice—like he always did—then shoot his cum inside my pussy. I locked up my limbs and let him slam into me harder and harder until he was done. Not that I minded in the least, each time his pubic bone hit the top of my pussy, he squished my clit and that was all I needed to cum myself. Once we were both done, he rolled off me and sighed in relief.

“That was wonderful.” It wasn’t Michael complimenting me; it was Marie applauding us both.

“Thanks,” Michael said, happy to accept her compliment.

I snorted. He was too eager to be the center of any lauds.

“May I?” Marie asked. She made some gesture, I barely saw what she did since I was still coming down from my orgasm high and my eyes were half closed, so I went along with it.

“Sure. Why not.”

A moment later I felt fingers probing in my cunt. At first I thought it was Michael, seeking to bring me off again, but then I realized something was amiss. It didn’t feel like Michael’s fingers. I opened my eyes to witness Marie probing my cunt while Michael happily watched her. She didn’t notice me watching her at first, not that I pushed her away or tried to stop her. Plunging her fingers deeply into me, she scooped up Michael’s sticky white leavings and brought them to her mouth. My eyes went wide in surprise; while I’d certainly swallowed my share of cum over the years, I’d never seen it eaten like that before.

“Delicious,” she told me. “I was lying before. I did want to taste his cum, but I wanted to see him fuck you too.”

I shrugged. What did it matter. Everything felt so good and wonderful, did it really matter if she wanted to eat my husband’s spunk from my cunt?

“I’ve got a request,” Michael spoke up. “I want to fuck Marie.”

This announcement caused me to giggle. “Do you think I’ll say no?” I asked him.

“Maybe,” he hedged.

I was certain that something had gone on behind my back when the two were talking, planning this evening. I decided to surprise him. “Go ahead,” I offered. yenibosna escort “I doubt you can get it up for her.”

It’s not that I didn’t want Michael to have a good time, it’s that I was feeling a twinge of jealousy to see how eager he was to fuck her. I wanted to be the center of attention; it was one thing for Michael to get a blowjob from her before he laid me, it was another entirely to see him fuck her. I had to hand it to him, though, just the idea was enough to make his cock stir, and then when she reached for him, he had a rampant erection in no time.

Marie smiled triumphantly, quickly stripped off her pants and oh-so-tiny panties to display her denuded pussy, then got on her hands and knees to present him with her skinny ass. She looked over her shoulder at us. “Well?” she asked, wiggling her hips to entice him forward.

He didn’t need the encouragement. His cock was in his hand ready to guide himself into her sex, when he suddenly stopped himself. My heart skipped a beat; I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to change his mind, or just go forward so I could see what he looked like when he was fucking another woman. “Do I need a condom?” he asked.

That’s Michael, ever practical.

“No,” she said, “I’m safe; I won’t get pregnant.”

He hesitated just a little bit again. Was she lying? Did she want to get pregnant? Uncertain what to do, he looked at me and I nodded my head giving him my permission. I needed to see him fuck her. What woman wouldn’t want her man to prove his masculinity by fucking someone else while his partner looked on.

He plunged his hard cock into her sloppy-wet cunt with a grunt. She replied with a slightly surprised yelp, then settled into a steady moaning and groaning as he pistoned his hips back and forth, slapping his pelvis into her taut ass.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she groaned, trying to encourage him.

“Make her cum,” Michael said, looking at me.

“What?” I was confused. He was the one fucking her, not me.

“Put your hand between her legs, find her clit, and get her off,” he ordered me. Now it was my turn to hesitate. Was this something they had planned? Was he seeing how far he could get me to go? Or was it that he wanted to include me in the most intimate act two—or three—people could have.

What did it matter? Marie’s finger’s had already been in my cunt. I knelt down next to their coupled bodies, slipped my hand underneath Marie’s body, slid my fingers down along her tummy until I encountered her sloppy pussy. It wasn’t hard to find her clit, it was hot and bulging out. She felt familiar and strange at the same time, as if I were touching myself, masturbating, but through an odd veil. It was obvious she liked having her clit roughly rubbed. Just a couple of strokes made her cry out in pleasure.

“No,” she half-whispered. “Too much.”

I found my sadistic streak. Michael held her firm and I rubbed for all I was worth. This brought her off again and I laughed at her helplessness. It sounds crueler than it was for Marie’s orgasms were hot and fierce. A minute later Michael, overexcited by two women performing all manner of sexual acts on each other, came hard inside Marie’s cunt. He grunted several times, once with each thrust as he deposited more and more of his semen deep within her.

When I saw the bliss on Marie’s face when Michael came inside her, my heart melted. She looked so cute and happy, there was no way I could be jealous or upset with her because it was just so beautiful.

Michael was all but spent after that and though we tried to encourage him, he slowly drifted off to sleep. Marie and I cuddled up together, soft skin on soft flesh. I couldn’t resist slipping my hand between her thighs and feeling Michael’s spunk slowly leak out of her.

“That was nice,” I said to her as I slipped my middle finger up inside her shaved pussy.

She sighed slightly as I fingered her, then ducked down her head to latch onto my nipple. I didn’t expect her to express any milk from me, but I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a bit of milk start to flow and looking down at my exposed breast, a few pearly beads of milk appeared on my nipple. I wiped the excess milk away and licked my finger clean as Marie continued to nurse. After a few minutes she pulled away unexpectedly and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. She scooted up to my face and kissed me; I could taste a bit of my milk on her lips. I was delighted when she didn’t immediately break the kiss, but slipped her tongue inside my mouth. She fed me back my milk; it was sweet and delicious, especially after she had warmed it for me.

“Tasty?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her and just kissed her back. We fell asleep while gently kissing each other. I never would have thought I would be sharing a bed with my husband and a female lover, but it seemed so right.

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