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For the prequels to this story, please see Frenemies With Benefits chapters 1-3

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John:

He was beginning to wonder if life could get any better. The last several weeks had been the most incredible weeks of his life. After he’d stayed the night with Jennifer the first time, they hadn’t spent much time apart, her always being at his place or vice versa. They both had keys to the other’s home, so it was never a surprise to walk in and see her making herself at home. It actually felt really good to him. He’d never felt so good.. so comfortable with someone.

They still fought, whether it be playful banter, or serious anger, but it usually resulted in amazing, heated sex. Jennifer had even gotten used to being called Jenny. It’d almost turned into a term of endearment.

It’d only been a few weeks, but he felt a real connection with a woman for the first time in his life. He saw in Jennifer someone he could spend his life with, which was no small thing for him.

He couldn’t help but feel her hesitation, though. He knew about Shane, a guy she’d been pretty serious about a while back. Apparently it ended pretty badly, but he also knew that their relationship was more than a fling. It could be the real deal, if she’d let it be.

He walked into his house late, having just come from work, to see Jennifer dancing to the music coming from her ipod around the kitchen as she cooked up something that was smelling amazing. He smiled and sneaked up behind her, quickly wrapping his arms around her. She jumped, then turned her head for a quick kiss.

A quick kiss wasn’t enough for John, though. He held onto her tightly, and pulled her back to him kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue dance in his mouth. He quickly began to harden against her ass, and she broke the kiss and giggled, “Not now John! I’m trying to cook! You’re gonna make me burn something.”

She moved away from him, but he quickly caught her hips in his hands again, moving his head down to kiss across her shoulders and neck. He mumbled against her sweet smelling skin, “But I’m hungry for something other than food…”

She smiled and turned to kiss him deeply before whispering into his ear, “If you’ll be good, let me finish cooking, and eat like the growing boy you are, I promise you’ll be greatly rewarded…”

He moaned as her breath heated his ear and nodded, moving a safe distance away from her before he ravaged her right there.

She continued to dance and cook, the spices beginning to smell like Mexican food. Mmmmm. She must have known how much he loved Mexican food. Then again, she had to since he dragged her to Mexican restaurants allll the time.

Finally, the food was finished, and he was devouring it. He had to admit, she was a pretty good cook. Way better than he’d expected, and he was feeling a little sluggish, completely content with just spending an evening with her…. He was up for anything else she had in mind too, though.

***************

Jennifer:

Soon, they were snuggled on the couch watching T.V., bickering over what channel to have on.

“John I hate this show! Ugh, pleeeaaase change it! There has to be one thing on T.V. we can watch together and simultaneously enjoy.”

He sighed rolling his eyes, “You’ve been watching your shows since before I got home! Let me watch this!”

A new episode of “Criminal Minds” came on, and she made a show of gagging. “These shows are so gross. All gory and creepy. Let’s change it. ‘What Not to Wear’ is doing re-runs…”

“I am NOT watching another one of your girly shows. Just let me watch one more… Besides I figured you’d be into the gore.”

“John they aren’t girly they’re informative. Just give me the remote!”

“No. My house. My T.V. My remote. My show.”

“Ass hole. I cooked for you. I don’t even like Mexican food.”

John laughed and shook her off as she tried to grab the remote, “I told you Jenny. I’m watching my show.”

“Ugh. Fuck you, Tate.”

“Mmmmm. Please do, Jenny.”

She dramatically rolled her eyes, then greedily eyed the remote.

She reached over him and tried to snag the remote out of his hand, but he had an iron grip on it. She practically laid in his lap trying to reach it, and soon the situation had obviously changed.

He held her waist, and leaned down kissing her neck and upper back through her thin tank top. She giggled and rolled over onto her back, looking up at him through mischievous eyes, and that was all it took.

His mouth came down onto hers in a split second, their tongues dancing in each other’s bahis firmaları mouths, and their breathing rapidly becoming heavier.

Jennifer began to squirm under him, her position not entirely comfortable.

Breathing hard against her skin he whispered, “Bedroom?”

She nodded furiously, and with that he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom.

He set her down gently, kissing her again, and reaching to take off her clothes, but she stopped him. He pulled away, confused as he watched her walk away, and soon return with two silk scarves.

Tip-toeing, she whispered into his ear, “Do you trust me?” She then licked his ear and sucked his earlobe into her mouth, her breath hot on him.

He groaned and nodded, seeming a little unsure, but willing.

She first blindfolded him, taking care in being gentle as she pulled the scarf tight around his head. As he was still standing up, she began to undress him, her nails lightly going over his skin as each inch became uncovered.

First his tie, which was already hanging loosely off his neck, came off, then his half buttoned dress shirt. She ran her hands underneath his undershirt, softly caressing his stomach and chest, then removing the shirt completely as John was obedient and still under her hands.

She then kissed him with deep passion, moving every kiss lower and lower… Down his neck and to his chest, she could feel his breathing become ragged as she got to his stomach, licking and kissing as she went along.

Getting on her knees, she began to unbuckle his belt as she kissed and licked the naked flesh above his pants. Ever so slowly, she unbuttoned and unzipped, and pulled his pants and boxers down together. He stepped out of them, his hard cock standing at attention, and his chest rising and falling from his heavy breaths.

She lightly kissed the head of his swollen member, then just barely took it into her mouth before standing back up.

“Jennifer…” He groaned, his hips moving forward searching for her.

She reached to his ear again, her whispers turning husky, “I told you you’d be rewarded for letting me cook… But you didn’t let me watch my show. For that, there will have to be a lengthy process before you’re allowed your reward. I need to make sure you reeaally…” She reached down to squeeze his shaft, “really deserve it.”

The only reply she got was a groan, bringing a smile to her lips as she led him to the bed. He sat, and she moved him so he’d lay down flat on his back. Pulling his arms over his head, she tied them to the middle bed post as he made a protesting whine.

Leaning down to him, she kissed him again and murmured, “Don’t go anywhere.”

She undressed quickly, then climbed into the bed with him, watching his head turn in her direction as he felt her entrance. She kissed his jaw, moving her kisses along his jawline as he moved his head to feel her kisses on his lips. She moved further away from him, kissing down to his shoulders and down the curve of his biceps and forearms.

As her mouth worked him, her hand moved down to his cock, wrapping around him and slowly pumping him. Her other hand moved to play with his balls, gently squeezing the way she knew he liked.

She moved her kisses to his chest, taking his nipple into her mouth, playing with it the way she liked to be played with. He gasped at the unexpected touch, and she quickened her movements on his shaft, rubbing the head with her thumb as she pumped him.

She felt his balls draw up, and new he was close, so she pulled away, suddenly moving back up to kiss his mouth.

He grunted into her mouth and groaned, “Jennifer please…”

“Mmmm please what baby?”

“I…just fuck me Jen.. I need to feel you..”

“Sorry,” she breathed in between kisses, “I just can’t do that yet.”

“Whhyy…?”

“You haven’t said the magic words.”

“I.. I said please..”

“Those are noooot my magic words.” She grinned against his lips and grabbed his shaft again, suddenly leaving his lips to move down to his hardness.

She took his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him while tugging on his balls with her hand. Suddenly, she took all of him into her hot mouth, moving his throbbing cock as deep into her throat as she could. He gasped and lurched under her. She felt him draw up again, so she popped him out of his mouth, and began kissing his stomach.

“You are one evil bitch,” He groaned.

She grinned against his skin and mumbled, “Those certainly aren’t the magic words.”

“Jeeennnn…Ugh kaçak iddaa I will never, ever deny you the remote again.”

Suddenly, she climbed atop him, and impaled herself onto him, her hot, creamy center enveloping him.

He gasped, breathing a loud, “Fuuuuuuck Jen..”

She leaned down kissing him again, and murmured, “Those were the magic words.”

Moans erupted from both of them as they finally received the pleasure they needed. She rode him slowly, leaning back as she shook her hair out of her face. John recognized the feel of the gesture, and moaned, “Ooh Jen… let me see you.. please?”

She leaned forward to lift his blindfold from his face, and he groaned as she came into view, her nipples taught and standing at attention, swaying before him as she bounced on him.

With his hands still bound, he could only watch, and when she reached down to play with her clit, he nearly lost it. He held on for her, but thank God soon he could feel the familiar tightening of her delicious cunt around him as she began to climax.

“Oooh fuuck John… Aaahh I… I’m cumming… Oooh Jooohn.. yeess…”

And with that, he let go with her, losing himself in her… her smell, the sight of her, her lust filled fire eyes that bore into him… it overwhelmed him as he gasped her name and shot deep into her.

As they came down together, she collapsed on him, breathing heavy and making small whimpers in her afterglow.

He shifted under her, and she looked up then gasped, “Oh John, I’m sorry.” She quickly moved to untie him from the bedpost, and was very happy to have his arms around her again as they fell asleep tangled together.

***************

John:

He was now absolutely convinced. Jennifer Brandon was the woman of his dreams. She had to be.

He watched her sleeping as he got ready for work early for a meeting that day, all curled up and naked, her creamy skin looking so tempting this early morning. He couldn’t indulge today, however. The meeting was to go over his design he’d sent out a couple months ago. The one Jennifer had helped him with, in fact.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek, and whisper into her ear, “I’m leaving early Jenny. I have your alarm set.”

She mumbled something unintelligible, but he knew it was just her sleep talk. He quietly slipped out the door, and headed to his meeting with a hopeful spirit. This could get him promoted, if he played his cards right, and he wanted to make a good future for himself, and hopefully, for Jennifer, too.

Two Hours Later:

He did, in fact, play his cards right. His and Jennifer’s design was a hit, and they were looking at him for a general manager position. It was only one step higher than where he was at, but he was willing to take anything.

He kept sending Jennifer smiles across the office as his spirits lifted all day. He called her cubicle extension and she picked it up, “Jennifer Brandon, how can I help you?”

“Here’s how I want you to help me. Go to your house after work, and get all dressed up. I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Oooh,” she glanced to him through his office windows and smiled, “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s a surprise. Just do as I say, get your sexy self all dolled up, and I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”

“Sound like a plan, sir,” she winked at him, and he laughed hanging up the phone. Tonight was going to be amazing.

***************

Jennifer:

She was freaking out. After she hung up the phone with John, she flew to Heather’s cubicle and burst into whisper/screaming, “He’s going to propose! Oh my God, Heather, he’ going to propose!”

Heather had finally put the relationship together after the night at the bar, and at this moment was jumping up and down, “Noooo way! Oh my God!”

They squealed for a few minutes, but Heather soon came crashing down, “Look, Jen, I know you like him a lot…but marriage? Don’t you think it’s a little soon? You’ve only really been together for, like, a month…”

Jennifer, being the level headed person she was, came down too, “I know, I had thought of that too. I mean, maybe he’s not proposing… But if he were, it’d have to be a long engagement. We have known each other our whole lives, but still, we’ve only been together a short time… You’re right. I honestly don’t know what to think…” She glanced back into John’s office, watching him work ever so studiously, “Oh who the hell am I kidding. I totally will say yes.”

They started giggling again, and Jennifer left her friend to pretend to work for the next few hours until she could leave.

When kaçak bahis the clock finally hit five, she flew out of the office without even telling John bye. She ran to her car and drove like a mad woman home. It wasn’t so much that she wanted the entire two hours to get ready, she was just so psyched she couldn’t sit still.

She knew exactly what she’d wear. She had a teal colored dress that accentuated all the right places, and looked lovely on her pale creamy skin. She did her hair up and had on her usual make up, and though she didn’t look much different than most days, she felt amazing. Maybe it was the anticipation that had her glowing, but she literally felt like a million bucks.

Finally 7:30 rolled around, and right on the dot she heard a knock at the door. She apprehensively opened the door, and he was completely enraptured by her. She knew before that she looked good, but at this moment, the way he was looking at her, she felt like the only woman in the world.

***************

John:

There wasn’t a woman in the world that could even come close to comparing to Jennifer tonight. She was stunning…glowing almost. It was like she knew this night was going to be as special as he did.

He took her to one of the nicest restaurants in town where he made her get everything he knew she liked. It didn’t matter the price. Tonight he was treating her. It was going to be memorable.

Yes, he was going to tell her about the promotion. But he was also planning on proposing. He had a wedding ring set his grandmother had given him upon her death that she wanted him to give to his dream girl. And here she was, sitting right in front of him, looking more breathtaking than anything he’d ever imagined.

Yes, it’d only been a few weeks, but John was no rash man. He knew what he wanted, and when he wanted something, he got it, and stuck with it. He wanted Jennifer. Maybe it was too soon, but if it was, she’d let him know, and he would wait. He could wait forever for her.

“So,” Jennifer interrupted his wandering thoughts, “What is the special occasion tonight?”

“Well, first of all, I think I might be getting a promotion.”

First her face sort of fell, but then it lifted right back up, and her eyes widened, “Oh John! That’s great! How? What happened?”

“Well, in my meeting this morning, we were going over the design that I turned in a few weeks ago, and they loved it! They want to move me up to general manager!”

She paused a second, her face frozen, “You mean… the design we worked on together? The one I helped you with?”

“Well, yes. That’s the one.”

“Did… did you tell them I had a hand in it…?”

His heart stopped. Her face looked…different. Like it did…before. “No…I… I told them I worked on it… but I knew I wouldn’t get a promotion if I didn’t.. I thought it was the only way to… play my cards right… You know… For us, baby. I want to have a good future… for us..”

“You mean you took credit. You took my ideas and… kept them for yourself? John… How could you?” Suddenly there were tears… Jennifer never, ever cried. There aren’t supposed to be tears… not sad ones anyway… What was happening to his evening?

“Jenny… I just… I thought if I could get this promotion it would sort of set things in motion for us…”

“John… I… I have to go,” She got up, leaving him, deserting the table and his now dashed hopes. What had just happened? He honestly couldn’t understand why she couldn’t understand. He’d done what he’d done for them… both of them..

While he sat there for a moment, stunned, he soon gathered his wits and followed her outside. It was rainy and cold, and very befitting for the way this dinner had turned out.

“Jennifer! Jennifer, come back…”

“Just leave me alone John.”

“Just tell me what I did wrong! I don’t understand…”

“John you know how much I’ve always wanted to work here! How I love what I do, and how good I am at my job! You KNOW those things! You stole your position from under me the first time, and that hurt bad enough… But… Now… You’ve done it again when it means so much more. I don’t want to sit at a cubicle for the rest of my life, John! I deserve better than that! And you lied! You lied to get ahead! You took something from me and passed it off as your own… didn’t even give me credit… I… I can’t believe you would do something like that!”

“Jenny I did it for us!”

He stumbled into the rain as she threw a taxi door open, she turned, soaking wet, her eyes beginning to well up, “Fuck you, John Tate.”

And for once, as the rain came down harder and harder on him and he watched her drive away, he didn’t reply.

*

To be continued.

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Sometimes when you’ve been with the same lover or a spouse, adjusting to a new one is a bit of a challenge. A person can spend literally hours chatting or texting building up the chemistry, the raw desire, only to find out at the moment that it was all just talk and the chemistry just isn’t there. This was definitely not the case with, well; I won’t tell you his real name, let’s just call him Andre.

It isn’t always easy for me to get away. Between kids, work, responsibilities, it’s a wonder I get any free time to myself at all. It just happens that this particular day I had been able to come up with some excuse or another to leave the house without my youngest child in tow, as is usually what happens. But, I did and in hindsight, I am so very glad I managed it.

He met me at the door of his house with a smile on his face, as I walked in his dog came running up to me for attention. I’m not a big fan of dogs, but being that I was a little nervous, I figured if I stopped for a moment and paid attention to the dog it might settle my stomach. No sooner had

I bent down to pet the dog than I found Andre behind me, his hands sliding up my back to my hair and gently pulling me up to standing. I couldn’t quite tell you how he managed it, but between bringing me up to standing and me fully standing he had turned me to face him. His lips were on mine before I could even look him in the eye.

His fingers slid through my hair and down my back while his lips were firmly pressed to mine, tongue between my lips. I’ve been kissed plenty, not that I’m a whore or anything, I just love being kissed, but his kiss was truly amazing. There was a degree of passion and longing it in that I had not felt in years. It was like I could hear him telling me how much he wanted me, how deeply I turned him on and my entire body was melting into his. I felt my panties moisten as his kiss continued. He broke off briefly and found my neck, sucking and biting just a little. It was crazy, almost as if I had told him exactly what spot on my neck to get to drive me the most wild.

Honestly, I couldn’t tell you how we managed to get into his bedroom, or when exactly my clothes came off, but before I realized it, he had me flat on my back, legs spread to him and he was sitting between my thighs. A sudden realization had hit me and I was back to reality for a moment and completely embarrassed at my nakedness in front of him. I realized I was blushing right at about the moment I felt his fingers brush across my clit.

My body responded immediately, back arched, and I whimpered. It was like electricity canlı bahis through my body, the feeling I hadn’t felt in years. He was gentle at first, sliding his fingers across my clit, gently pressing on it, then sliding them down to my tight hole, sliding one finger in, then taking it back and rubbing my clit again. His progression was slow, patient, and yes, it was almost romantic. He leaned down and flicked my clit with his tongue as he pressed two fingers into me, curling them up and pressing against my g-spot. My hips moved to grind against his fingers as he circled my clit with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, scraping his teeth off the hard nub before letting it go and slipping a 3rd finger into me.

It felt amazing, the pressure on my clit while he slid his fingers in and out of me. My body was responding in a fashion I was amazed and almost embarrassed over. It had been years since anyone had turned me on this much. It was as though he could read my thoughts and knew exactly what I wanted him to do and how to do it.

He continued sucking and licking my clit, teasing and taunting me. He buried 3 fingers deep inside me, so deep he was hitting the deepest nerve. The divine combination of pleasure and pain and I was raising my hips up to meet his fingers, almost willing him to push me further, be rougher. He took his mouth from my clit, sat up and changed his position, as he did so; he pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to whimper. I didn’t want him to stop, not in the slightest. As if he read my thoughts, he reached over and took a tube of lube off the shelf above the bed, drizzling some into his hand, he pushed all 4 fingers into me. It hurt, but in every good way possible.

As he worked his fingers in me, I felt him stretching me further, his thumb sliding into me as well. It hurt, it was almost a burning sensation, but at the same time, I wanted more, we had talked about this fantasy of mine and now, he was working to make it a reality. For a few stunned moments I laid there realizing he was going to work his entire hand into my tight little hole and I was scared and excited at the same time. He and I had talked about it so many times,

I almost couldn’t believe it was about to happen!

He continued working his hand farther in, I could feel his bony knuckles at the entrance of my pussy and the stretching began to hurt much more. I reached down and grabbed his wrist, unable to talk and tell him to stop. I looked up at him, eyes wide I am sure. He had a mischievous grin across his face as he leaned down and gently kissed my cheek bahis siteleri before reaching over and removing my hand from his wrist. He took both my hands in one of his and pinned them above my head with his spare hand and continued to work his other hand to stretching my pussy, gently at first, just edging it forward a little at a time. The burning sensation of the stretching being painful, but at the same time, It was an incredible feeling.

It seemed like hours that he kept pushing his fingers in, getting them to the knuckles, holding them there for a few moments, then gently easing them back, repeating the process over and over until finally he pushed it a little further and managed to work his hand in past the knuckles. I could feel him curling his fingers to tuck them in, once his hand was nearly all the way inside me, the knuckles just barely in, my pussy stretched to the widest part of his hand, and then, I felt him push it the last bit in and realized his entire hand was inside me, all the way to his wrist.

He stayed still for a few moments, just keeping his hand buried inside me. It was me that started moving, suddenly realizing just how good it really did feel, his entire hand filling my tight little hole, him having enough patience and skill to get to that point, where no other had been before. I started grinding against his hand, as he began twisting his wrist, causing his fist to move around while I was grinding it harder into me. I started to cum almost immediately, over and over, every few moments cumming again. It was like a double, triple, no, even more than that orgasm.

I knew I was screaming out in pleasure, my throat was becoming sore, I was in heaven. Experiencing a feeling I never had before, but knowing right then and there that I would want it again, and again. I had never came so hard, so fast, and so many times in a row before. There was nothing like that feeling. Nothing at all! Time flew as he continued pounding my pussy with his fist, my hips grinding against him.

He finally let loose of my hands above my head and I instantly reached for his rock hard cock. I wanted to stroke it while he was pounding me. With fist still buried deep inside my pussy, he turned his body giving my mouth access to his cock and I started sucking him. I know I was being very aggressive because I was so worked up. I felt myself gag on him several times, but I didn’t care, I wanted his cock in my mouth while his fist was deep in my pussy and didn’t care if I gagged!

After multiple orgasms, he slowly slipped his hand out of my pussy. I whimpered in bahis şirketleri displeasure as I didn’t want it to stop. It was like being taken to a cliff and diving off with a parachute, the biggest adrenaline rush I could possibly imagine sexually. He gave me a moment to recover before grabbing my hips and flipping me over to my stomach. He pulled me up to my knees and thrust 2 fingers into my ass before I knew it was coming.

My body responded immediately, relaxing my muscles so his cock could slip into my tight, wanting ass. As he slid in, his cock being so thick, it stung just enough to hurt, but not enough for it to be a bad hurt.

He wasted no time in burying his cock deep inside me, and then pulling back slowly, a quick hard deep thrust back in, and another slow pulling back out. The teasing was driving me crazy; I just wanted him to bury it in my ass over and over until he blew! I found myself whimper “please,” and he responded by burying his cock deep and hard over and over. My hips pushing back against his thrusts, causing his cock to go balls deep, buried as far as possible into me. My body twisting and writhing in pleasurable pain, his hands holding my hips, and pulling me back into him. His nails beginning to dig into my fragile flesh, adding more pain to the pleasure he was giving me. I came fast and hard multiple times before he started groaning and his cock began to throb and harden further, the veins popping out. I knew he was going to blow soon, so I tightened the muscles around his hard shaft to milk his hot cum into my wanting ass.

He finally blew deep inside me, groaning and leaning in to bite my shoulder as he came. His deep voice was hoarse as he groaned in pleasure, his thrusts slowing, becoming gentle and shallow.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed in that position, his cock still in my ass, I on my knees, but it seemed like ages, when I am certain it was only seconds, maybe a minute or two before he rolled over onto his back and I flopped to my stomach.

We lay together silently for a few moments before he suddenly burst out laughing, I following suit giggling like a girl that had just lost her virginity.

“Well, I guess we found out that it’s not you that can’t take a fist, it’s the men you’ve been with that didn’t have the sack,” he stated in a very “matter of fact” tone.

I dressed and headed for my car. I drove the few blocks home wondering if we would do that again sometime soon. I knew that I had loved every moment of it, even the painful parts and that I was not likely to find a lover like him again.

I woke up the next morning wondering to myself if that really did happen. I wasn’t sure if I had dreamed it or not. I text Andre later that day, but we never did talk about it. I sometimes wonder if I did, in fact, dream it.

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As I was leaving the cafeteria I saw Renee walking toward the library. “Sorry about that, I’m going to be working most of the weekend, so I had to get some pussy when I could. She’s all yours now.”

“What?”

“Amy, she’s still in the dorm, we can tag team her if you want.”

“What, I don’t…I would never…and not with a girl…not that there’s anything wrong with it…”

Renee laughed, “I’m just messing with you, I know you’re not a pervert like us. But listen, if you ever want to… you know…experiment, feel free to jump on Amy if you want, I won’t stand in your way.”

“Thanks, but I’m not really interested.”

“Oh…you’re just a voyeur.”

“What…I never….”

“Oh…come on, I could tell. You were listening to me and Amy. It’s all right. We’re cool with it.”

“Well…maybe just a little while.”

“Uh huh, well I have to get to work, I’ll see you later.”

When I got back to the room Amy was packing her clothes for the weekend. I was feeling kind of guilty for snooping on her, and I figured that if Renee knew so did Amy, so I might as well ‘fess up. “Hey” I said. “Listen, Amy, I’m sorry about before, I came in and heard you guys in the shower and I listened for a little while.”

“It’s alright, that’s the price of living in the dorms, everybody knows when everybody else is having sex.” Then she stopped packing, looked at me and smiled. “So, what did you hear?”

“AMY, I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell me? I was the one you were listening to. So what did you hear?”

“Well I don’t know…first you were moaning, then Renee was moaning, that’s about it.”

“So you listened for a while then?”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Did you just listen?”

I felt the blood rush to my face. “What?”

“Did you just listen, or did you do something else while you listened?”

“AMY, I didn’t… I’m not going to tell you…”

“Come on” she laughed, “You were ‘playing bass’ weren’t you”

“No… well… so what if I was?”

“It’s alright…I think it’s hot actually…did you have a toy or just fingers?”

“What, a toy, you mean like a…you know…dildo or something? I don’t have anything like that.”

“Yeah, a dildo, or a vibrator, or anything, you don’t have one?”

“Well, no, I’ve never felt like I should, and I guess I never wanted to go into one of those stores to get one, besides, how would I know what to get?”

Amy looked at me for a couple seconds. “Jan, I’m going to show you something, but promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“OK”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She got on her knees and started looking for something under her bed. She moved a few boxes around, then brought out a large shoe box. “I wasn’t sure if I should show you this, but obviously you’re cool with it.” She opened the box and there were about a half a dozen sex toys: a small silver vibrator, and a bigger metallic purple one, a smooth, blue rubber dildo, a little “pocket rocket,” two similar things that came to a rounded point with a flared base, one almost an inch in diameter, the other about an inch and a half, and vibrator with a smaller thing on the side of it with what looked like two little antennae at the top, plus a squeeze bottle of lube, and another bottle of some sort of cleaner, there was also some sort of harness. “I won’t be back until Monday, so feel free to use these, even after that, you know… whenever you want, I know how it is, just pretend I’m not here and enjoy yourself.”

“Amy, thanks…but I never…I don’t know what half of this stuff is!”

“Oh, dear child.” She laughed. “Well these are vibrators…this little one it nice on your clit…and these are güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri bigger ones, I don’t know what size you like, probably the smaller one at first, you can adjust the speed here…and this is a dildo…. this rabbit is my favorite… see it vibrates inside, and these things stimulate your clit.”

I was shocked, and fascinated. “What’re these, other dildos?”

“They’re butt plugs, dear.”

“You mean it…it goes in… uhh”

“OOOh yeah” she smiled naughtily. “Very nice when you’re in the mood for some backdoor. Just go slow and use plenty of lube. Start with the small one and work up to the bigger one.”

“I’m kind of afraid to ask what this is for.”

“That’s for a strap-on. See…the dildo fits in here and you wear it around your waist. Renee likes to fuck me with it. Well…use what you want, all I ask it that you clean them afterwards. What kind of porn do you like?”

“What? …Porn?” She reached back under the bed and pulled out another shoe box containing about twenty DVDs.

“Yeah, watch whatever you want…I don’t have anything too crazy. Half of its girl/girl…there are a couple nasty anal movies. Well, I have to get outa here. You have fun this weekend.” She winked at me and before I could say a word she picked up her bag and she was gone, and I was sitting there with a bunch of sex toys and a box of porn.

I didn’t know what to do, I just sat there and looked at the stuff for a few minutes, then got up and made sure the door was locked. I went back to the bed and picked up a vibrator, I turned it on. All the while it was like in a cartoon when the guy has an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, one telling him to do good and the other evil. Except in my case I had a nun from my Catholic high school on one shoulder, telling me that sex, all sex, is wrong unless it’s with your husband for procreation, and even then you shouldn’t enjoy it. On the other shoulder was a Cosmo girl, telling me that sex is natural, that pleasure is good, and that I should experiment.

I left the dorm and went outside to clear my head. It was almost five by this point and the campus seemed quiet. It was one of those weekends when a lot of people went home. My dorm wasn’t a big party house. I knew that I could lock the door and have some privacy if I wanted. I went back the dorm and took another look at the boxes of depravity sitting on Amy’s bed. The Cosmo girl won. I locked the door. “Where to start,” I thought.

I picked up each of the vibrators and turned them on to see how they worked. Then I took off my shoes and pulled my skirt up over my hips. I looked at my pussy and stroked it lightly. I was wet and horny. I picked up the smaller vibrator and turned it on to the lowest setting. It all seemed so strange and new. I placed it on my stomach and ran it slowly down across my navel to my pubes. I hesitated a little above my clit. I could feel the slight vibration before I actually touched my clit. Slowly, I pushed the tip downward through my bush until it reached my most sensitive spot. The pleasure of it took a second to register and I gasped. I stopped and realized that I was breathing fast. I set it a little higher and put it back between my legs. I placed it so that the tip was right at the opening of my lips and pressed it against my clit. It didn’t take long. In about five minutes my brain was on fire with orgasm. For a while afterward I couldn’t get up, my body kept spasming with little aftershocks. I don’t remember turning the vibrator off, or falling asleep.

When I woke up I didn’t know what time it was and didn’t care. I was satiated, if only temporarily. I was curious about Amy’s porn güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri collection, so I turned on the computer and opened the CD drive. I thumbed through the DVDs: “Six Days with Vera,” “Ass Eater Unanimous Vol. 10,” “High Desert Dream Girls,” “Disturbed,” “Deep Inside Felicia,” “Pink Velvet.” I had no idea what was on any of them. I put in “High Desert Dream Girls.” A lot of the sex was what I expected I guess, even though I had never actually seen it on a screen before. I had thumbed through Penthouse a few times, me and a girlfriend in high school would get into her brother’s porn stash and giggle as we looked at the pictures. But I had never actually watched a porno before. I wasn’t really shocked by the regular boy/girl sex: blow jobs, cunnilingus, vaginal sex in various positions. But most of the scenes had anal sex. I had never seen that before. I knew people did it, but I didn’t know How they did it. Even with lube I couldn’t imagine taking a guy in my butt. Almost half the scenes were lesbian, and in a lot of them the girls licked not only each others pussies but their assholes too. That was a completely new concept for me. I was shocked and a little disgusted at first, then fascinated and kind of curious. I always imagined anal sex as painful, or at least uncomfortable, but having your butt hole licked could be pleasurable. I couldn’t imagine being the licker though, I thought that it must taste nasty. The girls in the movie seemed to enjoy it though, they even tongue-fucked each others asses. I watched a couple other movies after that. Mostly I just fast-forwarded through them until I got to something that looked interesting. It seemed like the actresses had more fun with other women than they did with men. It got me thinking about what a girl’s pussy would taste like, what would it be like to make another girl cum.

All this had gotten me horny again, so I thought I’d try the rabbit. It was a strange looking thing, a small penis that vibrated slightly with an appendage on front that had two little “ears.” I stripped down and got into bed. I fiddled with the thing for a little while to see exactly how it worked. I turned it off and put it between my thighs, positioning it so that the tip of the penis was just below my lips. Then I pushed it slowly in. I wasn’t used to having huge things stuffed in me, so this was nice, just the right size. I was wet so it slid in easily. I put it in until I felt the “ears” on the hood of my clit, then I turned it on. It was incredible, it really took my breath away. The “ears” hit my clit from both sides, giving complete stimulation. I could see that this could be addictive. I wanted to make this one last, so I eased it out again, then slowly put it back in. I did this over and over, sliding it in just until it hit my clit, then back out again. My mind was filled with images of porn, men and women, all writhing together. I caressed my breasts, slowly rubbing them, then flicking my nipple with my thumb. I kept at it until I couldn’t resist anymore and put it all the way in, giving ultimate stimulation to my clitoris. I gasped and my body spasmed with orgasm.

In the afterglow, as I slowly drifted to sleep, I thought about everything I had done and seen in the past day, and everything I had found out about Renee and Amy. I was curious, but I wasn’t sure about how far I wanted to go. I thought I could trust them, but how much did I really know about them?

The next morning as I was showering, I spent a little extra time washing my pussy, not really masturbating, just kind of exploring and thinking about what could actually fit in there. Some of the girls in the pornos took huge dicks and dildos. I güvenilir bahis şirketleri couldn’t imagine doing anything like that, but on the other hand I had never felt completely satisfied either. Also, all the girls in the movies had shaved pussies, some of them had no hair at all and some just a patch above the clit. I kept my pussy trimmed, so I could wear a bathing suit, but I have never shaved or gotten a Brazilian wax. It must be weird to have no hair at all down there. Then I washed my ass. I had some hair there too, just fine hairs around my anus. I let my fingers linger there also. I lathered up my index finger and circled the crinkled skin, then slowly inserted it. I always keep my nails short, better for doing lab work, so I didn’t worry about hurting myself. I pressed in past the first knuckle and held it there, then started to frig myself with my finger. I reached around with my left hand and spread my cheeks. Then I pressed in more past the slightly wider second knuckle. Again I began to move it in and out. I had never associated my anus with pleasure before, and I still wasn’t sure if I would ever take more than a finger, and probably only my own, but I could kind of see how people found it arousing. I realized I couldn’t cum that way though, not right then anyway. Plus I had a busy day ahead of me.

I had a work/study gig that morning, just doing data entry in the biology lab, and a paper to do that evening. Needless to say, my heart wasn’t in it. I had sex on the brain all day. I went out with some people from class that night and didn’t get back until late. I thought about bringing a boy back with me, but I knew that none of the ones I knew could give me as much pleasure as the rabbit. It was Sunday morning when I was finally back in my room with time on my hands.

I started with the rabbit. I set it a little higher this time, and tried to hold off on my orgasm as long as possible. I think I might have lasted fifteen minutes. God, that thing was good. After a shower and some breakfast I came back to the room for round two. I started with the vibrator this time. Teasing all around my pussy, then pushing it deep inside. Then I looked back in the box, and noticed the smaller butt plug. I picked it up and examined it. It was smooth and tapered and the widest part wasn’t too much bigger than my finger. Even by myself I was a little uneasy about this, but my curiosity overcame my embarrassment. I coated my finger in lube, then got on my bed in a “doggy style” position with my butt in the air. I reached behind me and inserted my finger in my anus. Slowly pressing it in, past the first knuckle, then the second. Somehow it felt different this time, more erotic than it had the day before in the shower. When my butt was lubed I picked up the plug and coated that too. I reached behind me and ran the tip of the plug along my crack, up and down a few times, until I felt it against my hole, and I pressed it in. The tip went in easily, but soon it was wider than my finger. I kept pressing, but I started to wonder if maybe even this small one was a little too much. Just at the point when I thought I would take it out, I felt it go past the widest part, and my sphincter clutch around the shaft. I didn’t move for a minute as my ass got used to this. Then I pulled the plug back out, about half way, I slid it back in, faster this time. Soon I was fucking myself with this little plug. I was really getting hot, but my clit needed attention too. I lay on my side with knees pulled up. With my right hand I used the butt plug, with my left I pressed the vibrator against my clit. When I came I felt my ass muscles clutching around the plug. It was an intense orgasm, and different, more of an “all over” orgasm and less centered on my cunt.

I went back to sleep after that, and woke up just in time for my study group. That evening I had time to watch a couple more movies and have another session with the rabbit. I cleaned everything just like Amy had asked and put the both boxes back under the bed.

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It’s always been a dream of mine to become a doctor. There’s just such a prestigious feeling to it. After graduating from Columbia University in NYC with my doctorates in dermatology, I opened a cozy practice in the suburbs of New Jersey. The office is beautiful. Nice and spacious with windows on each wall and plenty of sunlight to shine on everything within. There are two exam rooms, a cutesy waiting room and my office, which is in the back of the space itself.

It took a few months to get going, but quickly I was seeing 50 plus patients per month and really started to get into my doctor groove. On a cloudy day at 9:00 AM, I unlocked the door to the office and into the gloomy feeling waiting room. My assistant and front desk person, Patricia would be in within the hour, and the first office visit wasn’t until 11:30 AM. The patient I would be seeing is new, and he wanted to inquire about cosmetic dermatology services. According to my colleagues, this is where the real money is.

The morning breezed by and I went out to the waiting room to pass folders to Patricia and find Thomas flipping through a magazine in the waiting room. Man, he was beautiful. Why would he want cosmetic work done? I try to remember that I’m a professional medical doctor now and that I need to keep my cool. Sexual thoughts are so unprofessional, and I have way too much debt to have my practice ruined or my license to practice taken away.

“I can take you in my back now.” Holy crap, did I just say that? “In the back exam room now!”

He took it in stride and adjusted his collared shirt as he stood up. His dark jeans, light colored plaid shirt and oversized silver wrist watch were a perfect combination. The scent of his cologne started to waft my way. Keep your cool, Dr. Malens.

I collected his height and weight and asked him to remove his shirt and undershirt in exchange for the paper gown. While he changed, I took a big sip of tea and straightened up my hair. Back in the room, I started with getting to know him and his concerns and then proceeded to the exam portion.

Parting canlı bahis the paper gown to the side, I revealed his sculpted back and luscious shoulder blades. Part of me wanted to run my hands down his back and grace the skin gently with my nails. Thomas was looking for laser scar removal for the scars that acne had left when he was a teen. Completely doable. Thomas got dressed and met me in my office to talk payment, procedure and set up future appointments.

“I know this might be slightly unprofessional and please forgive me if I’m out of line. But I’d love to take you out to dinner tonight. There’s this great taco place just a few blocks away, and they have excellent margaritas.” Thomas said while fidgeting his hands to calm what I can only assume is nerves.

I was quiet. YES! My internal self wanted to scream. Take me here on my desk, right now! No tacos needed. This internal dialogue with myself went on longer than expected.

“That’s fine; I totally get it. Forgive me, and I promise I won’t speak another word of it. Strictly laser treatments.” He smiled.

“No, I — I would love to. Did you say tonight? I have evening hours tonight from 7-9…” Like a good boy trying to impress my father, he promised to have me back at the office in time. Just like that, I agreed. Tacos and margaritas for happy hour it would be.

The conversation was great. We laughed, spilled silly confessions and had so many geeky interests in common. The tequila surely helped but I loved hanging out with him. Could I date a patient? We got our check and hoped back in his nice SUV to the office.

By the time we pulled into my lot, there was almost an hour of awkward time before office visits began. I thanked him for a great night and then proceeded to gather my purse and jacket.

“Wait — don’t you have about an hour before you open again?” Thomas was inquisitive.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal. I’ll just do some billing and paperwork.” There was always something to do for the office.

“I’ll come in and keep you company. At least bahis siteleri until Patricia gets back. It’s dark out, and you shouldn’t be in there alone.” Thomas was such a gentleman, and I’m now blushing at the fact that I obliviously missed his initial hint.

He followed me into the office and into my back office. I sat down at my desk and told him that he’s welcomed to make himself some tea. I rustled through some papers and pretended to look like I didn’t care. Thomas took up my tea offer and was now waiting for the water to heat up.

I jumped to the feeling of his hands on my shoulders as he moved my hair to the side. He commented on my style and said that there were so many beautiful ways about me. I turned in my chair so my body was facing him, and he pulled the rolling chair into his body and now crouched to his knees.

Our faces were even together, and it was time for me to make a move. Without thinking twice, I gave him a single lingering kiss on the lips and put my arms and legs around his body. He picked me up and held me as I wrapped around him. Moving to the wall, he still held me like I was absolutely weightless. Muscles and all he kissed me deeply. I felt secure and sexy… This was something out of a movie. Tonight, I was feeling rough and playful. I pulled my head back and gave him a little slap. You could see the passion flow through him as he came back in aggressively and bit my lip. My hands pulled his hair, tilting his head back as I then unbuttoned his top two buttons and bit his chest.

“Grr,” I cooed into his beautiful, tight chest. Thomas sat me down on top of a chest I had and playfully pulled my hair back. I slapped his face, and he picked me back up again, bending me down.

“Will you behave now, Dr. Maci Malens?” One eyebrow was arched, and he had this stupidly sexy half smile on his face. Maybe I’ll behave… but if I don’t will you get naked? I kept my words to myself.

I wrangled out of his arms until I was free, collapsing to my butt on the ground. Without skipping a beat, I got to his pants and undid bahis şirketleri his button and fly. He backed up to the wall, but I sexily crawled forward.

His beautiful cock came free, and I kissed his tip gently as I popped it into my mouth. Slowly, all of his manhood entered my mouth, and I could feel him touch the back of my throat. My soft moaning sent vibrations throughout his shaft, and he began to hum with pleasure as well.

Every part of his penis fit my mouth in exquisite ways. I glided him in and out of my mouth as I massaged his balls with my hand and reached around to grab his tight ass. As I had desired to earlier, I dug my nails into the lower part of his back only to quickly feel goosebumps.

Thomas’ energy screamed that he couldn’t take it anymore. I quickened my pace and focused my efforts on his perfectly circumcised cut tip. My hand slid up and down his cock, and I sucked and swirled and pulled all of him into me. This was all I wanted right now, every part of him. It was so damn good.

“Don’t stop” He said.

Fucking hell that was even sexier. I kept going and began to deep throat him more as he pulled my hair and screamed. His orgasm was hot. The sweet taste of his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed with pride and gently licked the excess off as he begged me to stop.

Suddenly, I heard the creak of the front office door opening, and it was Patricia. Had an hour gone by already? We looked at each other like panicked teenagers as I got to my feet to straighten myself up and he zippered back up and fixed his hair.

I stuttered out a greeting to Patricia as her footsteps came closer and closer to my office door.

“Thomas forgot his coat earlier, I heard the door open, and I thought it was you!” she laughed and he laughed and apologized again for startling me before.

“We’ll see you next Tuesday, Thomas!” Patricia said with enthusiasm and picture perfect customer service.

All was well.

I put his folder back while Patricia was making a future appointment for my 7:00 PM and grabbed his cell number.

Earlier today I noticed some scratches on your back, be careful about those once you start treatment, Thomas. –Signed a concerned Dr. Malens

He replied right away. “I always follow doctor’s orders.”

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This is a true story, one that was very fun to write; it’s about my friend’s hot mom and me: Enjoy!!

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This adventure took place during the fall of 2010; I was 19 and in my senior year at high school. Because it was my last year of high school before college I took advantage of any party that I could. I was a fairly good looking kid, with light brown hair, very fit body, and I stood at five foot eleven. I played three sports in high school so I was fairly muscular for weighing only 140 pounds.

When I was first introduced to porn I found older women to be my main attraction. There was something about having sex with a woman who was fully developed and had plenty of experience that turned me on like nothing else. My dream of being with a milf or cougar made interacting with girls my age extremely boring. I still found girls my age attractive but never really tried to get a steady girlfriend. I was still a virgin so I think the fact of having sex with another virgin made me nervous.

During the year I had been to many parties; most of them took place at a friend’s house whose parents were out of town. I usually knew everyone there expect when a few out of town people showed up; the parties were always fun either way. One night in particular, my friend Tanner called me and said his parents were gone for the night and that he was having a few people over to drink.

Tanner’s mother, Julie, was drop dead gorgeous. She was an energetic lady who always wore tight sexy clothes. I always enjoyed opportunities for seeing her at the gym in her tank tops and yoga pants. I often sneaked a peek at her while she was doing her stretches. She would bend over and touch her toes, giving me a good look at her cleavage as well as her amazing ass. Julie had straight blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the face of an angel. She was about five foot six and 110 pounds. She had amazing breasts, around 32D. I would easily describe her body as perfect. I sometimes fantasized about her at home while I masturbated.

When Tanner invited me over to his house, I jumped at the chance. I arrived at the party on time and there were a few other people there. A couple of my friends as well as two girls from the grade below me were already getting started. We all just sat around and had a few drinks talking about school and making jokes.

Later that night people started to head home. Around 11pm, Julie arrived back home from a party she and her husband went to. As Julie walked into the kitchen I was again mesmerized by her loveliness. She was wearing a very sexy black dress then went down to her knees. The dress was low cut so I could see her cleavage perfectly. Julie said hello to the few of us still in the kitchen and I snapped out of my gaze and responded with a hello back to her. She and her husband had been attending a close friend’s anniversary party and her husband had stayed behind to play poker.

Julie was not the type of mom who got upset when her son had friends over drinking even if they were under age. She spent a few minutes making small talk with us before saying she was tired and was going to get ready for bed. At that point I asked Tanner if I could spend the night since I didn’t think driving home would be a good idea after having quite a bit to drink. Tanner was fine with that and we headed to his room.

Tanner’s room was across the hall from Julie’s room. As we walked to his room sneaked a peek in her room as the door was left slightly ajar. As I looked inside I could not believe my eyes, there in the bedroom was Julie taking off her black dress that she had worn that night. She was facing the other way so I could only see the backside of her, but as she slid the dress down her body I saw her amazing ass. She was wearing a very sexy black thong that added to my enjoyment. I had always wondered if she wore thongs or not and now I knew. As I stood there, starting to get hard, Tanner called me to come into his room. I could not get that picture out of my mind. My friend’s mom whom I had masturbated over many times just gave me a look at her ass. I wished that I could have just güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri stood there and watched her continue to undress. I couldn’t imagine what she was going to take off next.

Tanner had a bathroom connected to his room and he was going to take a shower. He told me I could take a shower in his parent’s room that was down the hall. I found the bathroom down the hall and entered and shut the door behind me. I turned on the shower, took off my clothes and stepped under the warm, pulsing stream of water. As I was showering I thought I had heard the door open but didn’t think much about it. As it turned out Julie didn’t know that I was taking a shower and she opened the door and walked right into the bathroom.

While I was in the shower I was thinking about the image of Julie’s ass that I had witnessed. The picture in my mind was making me very hard and I lathered up my dick and started stroking it to thoughts about me fucking her crazy. (I had started masturbating right around the time I thought I heard the door open.) A few minutes later I heard another noise. This time it was the door closing and I then I knew someone had been in the room with me as I took my shower. I quickly turned off the water, got out of the shower and dried myself off. I knew it must have been Julie since I could still here the shower going in Tanner’s bathroom.

As I dried off I kept wondering if Julie had seen me stroking my dick in her shower. The thought of her seeing me stroking my dick turned me on but also made me very nervous. Wouldn’t she have said something if she saw me or did she just think it was a natural activity? I tried to keep the thoughts out of my mind and to relax. As I went to grab my clothes from the floor I noticed a laundry basket sitting in one corner. Curious, I inspected it and inside were various articles of clothing belonging to Julie and her husband. I searched through the basket until I found one of Julie’s thongs. This one was red and very sexy. I couldn’t help but lift it up to my nose and take a sniff. The aroma immediately caught my attention as I was overwhelmed by the smell of her pussy juice. The odor gave me another instant erection.

I wanted to take her thong home with me and smell it every night as I masturbated to the idea of fucking her. I didn’t want to stick it in my pocket because I thought it might be visible. I decided I would just wear it until tomorrow so no one would see it. Once I put the thong on I realized this wouldn’t work because my stiff dick wouldn’t stay inside the thong; my cock stuck out the side. I tried to find a solution. and I decided to masturbate so that my erection would go away and I could fit my dick inside the thong. As I masturbated wearing Julie’s thong on I heard the door start to open again.

In walked Julie and immediately stared down and saw me stroking my massive erection. She yelled out, “What the hell are you doing?”

My body froze in shock not knowing what to do or say.

“Why are you wearing my underwear?” she asked.

All I could say is that I was sorry and I picked up my clothes and ran to Tanners room.

When I got in Tanners room he had just gotten out of the shower. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked since I looked like I had just seen a ghost. I was holding my clothes so that he could not see that I was wearing his mother’s underwear.

“Nothing, I you just scared me” I said. I couldn’t let Tanner find out his mom just caught me masturbating in his own house. That would be so embarrassing.

Tanner said he was getting pretty tired and wanted to go to bed. He had a single bed so I was going to sleep on the floor that night. He lay in his bed and was soon asleep. I removed the red thong and put on my boxers, jeans, and shirt and lay down on the floor on a blanket. After about twenty minutes of trying to fall asleep, I was still wide awake. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in the bathroom. I kept wondering whether Julie was very mad at me. She probably hated me and wanted me out of her house.

That wasn’t the only thing I was thinking about. She güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri hadn’t pursued me into Tanner’s room, yelling and screaming at me. I sort of wondered if she kind of liked what she saw. Obviously she now realized that I found her attractive. Why else would I be wearing her underwear and masturbating in her bathroom?

After another ten minutes of lying on the floor and fantasizing about Julie, I heard Tanner’s door open slowly. Of course it was Julie; she walked over to me and asked if I was still awake. I said yes and she told me to get up and follow her. I got up off the floor not understanding what was happening. I followed her into her room and she sat on her bed. She was wearing a white bathrobe that came down to her knees when she sat.

Come sit next to me”, she said.

I walked over and sat next to her on her bed.

“We need to talk about what happened tonight. Why were you in my bathroom, wearing my own underwear and masturbating in them?”

It was too late to make up a lie so I decided to tell her the truth not matter how embarrassed it would make me feel.

“The truth is Julie, I find you very attractive, I always have, and when I was taking a shower in your bathroom I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how beautiful you are. I couldn’t absorb the fact that you would be sleeping right across the hall from me. When I saw your underwear in the laundry basket I couldn’t resist it; it jus grabbed a hold of me. I wanted to take your thong home with me but I didn’t want you or Tanner to find out so I was going to wear it. When I put it on I got an erection, as you clearly saw, and I had to masturbate to make it go away. I am very sorry you had to see that and I will leave right now if you want me to.”

“Don’t be silly, I wouldn’t make you go home just because of that. In fact, now that I know the truth I find it quite flattering. It’s not every day a young man tells you you’re beautiful. I rarely hear it from my own husband. The part I don’t understand is why you would want to take my dirty underwear home with you.

“You’re right Julie that does sound strange but the truth is I’m still a virgin. I have always been attracted to older women because I don’t find the girls around my own age appealing. I always worry about having sex for the first time with someone who isn’t experienced. When I masturbate I usually picture myself with an older woman. Most of the time I picture myself with you. You are one the most beautiful women I have ever seen and by taking your underwear home with me it would be like a part of you is there with me.”

“Now I understand, but you shouldn’t have to take a girls underwear in order to masturbate. You really should get yourself a girlfriend. You’re good looking enough for any girl in your grade, but there is nothing wrong if you find older women attractive too. When I was your age I found older guys attractive. Now that I’m older I always enjoy checking you boys out when you’re at the gym lifting weights.”

“Are you serious Julie? I always check you out when I see you at the gym.”

“I understand how you might be afraid of having sex with an inexperienced person. That’s not how a person’s virginity should be taken. How would you like it if I showed you how it’s done so you won’t be nervous the next time?”

“Oh Julie that would be amazing!”

Julie moved closer to me, our lips met and we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. She pulled my shirt over my head and ran her hands over my toned body. She licked my chest up and down, flicking at my nipples with her tongue. She moved up and our mouths met again. She worked my zipper as we kissed as she slid a hand inside my pants. She grabbed the shaft of my hard dick and began stroking it. She then stood up and slid off her robe revealing her naked body. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

Julie started sliding my pants down my legs, then completely off. She grabbed the waist band of my boxers and slowly slid them down letting my hard dick spring free.

“It’s even bigger than I thought,” she exclaimed. güvenilir bahis şirketleri She pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my cock in both hands. She leaned forward and began licking the shaft of my cock, flicking her tongue over the head before she engulfed my entire dick. Taking her mouth off of my cock for a minute, Julie swirled her tongue across the head before swallowing the entire thing again. She demonstrated that she was very good at blow jobs; she even played with my balls at the same time. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I told her I was about to cum and she stopped sucking and began pumping my cock with her hand until I erupted all over my stomach and chest.

We traded spots on the bed. “I want you to fuck me!”

I pulled her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. I put a knee on the bed and moved my cock towards her slick, smooth opening. She guided me in as I penetrated her with my head and could barely go any further. My cock is a solid 6.5 inches, but by no means a monster. I was surprised by her tightness but she was a small women.

I pushed forward slowly, inching deeper into her tight pussy. After getting about four inches in I began to withdraw and fucked her gently. Julie’s pussy was like a glove, her walls sucking me back in every time I pulled out to the opening. I could feel her pussy loosening slightly. I continued sliding just over half my cock in and out of her enjoying the sensation of fulfilling a lifelong dream. I thought of all the times I masturbated and realized how much I had underestimated how fantastic it would feel.

I climbed onto the bed on my knees with her legs wrapped around my hips. I slid my cock back inside her dripping entrance and pushed with all I had. My full six and a half inches slid straight into her and her eyes rolled back in her head. I put my hands on her tits pinning her to the bed and I began to fuck her properly.

“Keep fucking me!! Ooohhh! OOOHHH! Don’t stop fucking me!” Julie screamed. You’re going to make me FUCKING CUM!!

I really wanted to enjoy this so I started making slower longer strokes now, feeling the cum trying to escape from my balls.

I could tell she was close as her back arched off the bed and I picked up the pace, filling her with my cock over and over again. I couldn’t hold off any longer and warned Julie that I was going to blow.

“Keep going baby!” she yelled.

I drove my cock into her and felt the stream of cum emptying from my balls into her pussy. My knees were buckling and Julie’s legs held me up. I felt her convulse beneath me.

After lying still for a together for a couple of minutes I rolled onto my back. “That was amazing, thank you so much Julie!”

I assumed the excitement was over but then Julie asked if I was interested in trying anal. I didn’t know much about anal sex and I figured I better not pass up the opportunity to learn since I’ve heard most girls don’t like it. She told me to just do what I did before then she got on her hands and knees on the bed and turned around. Her beautiful ass was now facing me and my cock was beginning to get hard again.

“Shove that nice dick in my ass!” she said as she used her saliva to lubricate her hole. She used her hands to spread her ass and I guided my cock towards her hole. She inhaled deeply as I pushed through. I was very gentle at first because she was moaning like crazy but she told me to keep going.

I could feel her expanding as I explored deeper and deeper into her asshole. I held onto her waist tightly as slowly pulled my dick out then rammed back into her ass. She screamed in enjoyment. My balls made a wet slapping sound as they banged against her pussy while I fucked her ass.

The fucking was starting to get very intense now. I was able to last a lot longer since I had just shot my load a few minutes ago. Her ass clenched around my cock. I could tell she was getting weak. Her hands no longer supported he body; she was now on her elbows. After a few more minutes I couldn’t hold back any longer. I began pulling out and my dick made a pop sound is it came out. I shot my load instantly. Five large streams of cum came from my dick and landed all over her back.

Julie and I were exhausted as we lay on her bed and held each other tightly. She fell asleep in my arms and I slept soon after. That was the end of the most amazing night in my life and it is one I will never forget.

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Sometimes I get in these moods where all I want is anal sex. I don’t know if other people do the same but it’s always been like this for me, at least since I let the first guy fuck me in the ass. I had heard that it hurt but my experience was different than expected. Instead of hurting, it felt so fucking good. Anal felt better than getting fucked in the pussy. I had my first orgasm with a partner and I knew then and there that I was going to become an anal-only girl.

It was a lot easier to get dick when I started advertising on my social media that I was an anal-only girl. Tons of guys were always messaging me saying that their girlfriends wouldn’t let them near their asses. I offered mine up instead. I figured those girls would probably want a girl like me teaching their boyfriends how to fuck an asshole instead of some other slut. I wasn’t after their little boyfriends, anyway. I was after more and more cocks.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fuck the same cocks over and over again. I did. I just couldn’t wait around to play the stupid mind games people try to pull off on dating websites. I needed dicks right away. So I blew through them, letting them all fuck my ass as roughly as they wanted. I loved it hard and fast. I loved it slow and lingering too. I just loved getting my asshole used by cocks and I wasn’t being shy about it.

I went to a garage sale by chance one Saturday and I saw a set of stocks, the kind that had been used in medieval times to torture wrongdoers. The man who was selling them snuck up behind me and startled me with his greeting.

“Can I help you?”

“How much are these?” I asked him.

“You’re interested in this?” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yes, how much are they?”

“They’re free if you let me lock you up in them for a bit.” He winked at me. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or joking and I gave a tentative laugh. He laughed with me but instead of making me feel better, I felt weird. He gave me a look I couldn’t quite read. He leaned in and kissed me.

“Hey!” I took a few steps back. “What are you doing?”

“I thought you might want to get to know me a bit before I locked you up in these.”

“Oh! You were serious? I thought you were kidding.”

“I would never joke about that. Why don’t you come inside and we can discuss the transaction.”

“I don’t know…” I trailed off. I wasn’t afraid of him. He seemed harmless enough. I just wasn’t sure if I was attracted to him or not. He wasn’t really my type. He was much older than me and he had a handlebar mustache that bothered me. He probably spent more time styling his facial hair than I did doing my entire hair and makeup.

“I have booze and weed,” he coaxed me toward the door. I followed him, bribed by the thought of booze in the morning. I followed him inside and let him pour me a glass of scotch. I drank it greedily like it had been a long time since I’d seen alcohol. The truth was, I wasn’t quite twenty-one, but he hadn’t asked so I gulped down three glasses before I realized I had overdone it.

Next came the weed and I could feel my asshole itching to be fucked by this man. I barely knew him and I wasn’t even sure I found him attractive. None of that mattered now, as my asshole ached to be abused. He was in front of me and he had a cock. I wanted him.

“Smoke this now, baby. Then open your legs for me and let me tickle that pussy a little canlı bahis şirketleri bit.” He stared me down, willing me to simply obey his aggressive commands. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from his outstretched hand and smoked until the world was blurry. My asshole was aching for it. I knew I needed to take matters into my own hands. I knew it was time.

“Do you like anal?” I asked him, breaking the awkward silence that had built as I smoked.

“Excuse me, baby?” he asked. He actually tapped on one of his ears as if it might be out of order.

“Do you like fucking women in the butt?” I rephrased.

“Oh. I don’t know about that. Are you into that?” he asked me.

“Yes, I’m very into that.”

“You are?” His eyes got wide and I couldn’t help but laugh at how shocked he was.

“Yes. Would you like to fuck me in the ass and only the ass? I don’t fuck with my pussy anymore. I’m an anal-only girl now.”

“The Holy Grail!” the man shouted and he raised his arms up to the ceiling as if thanking his higher power.

“What?” I asked, bewildered. I had no idea what was going on in this guy’s head. I pulled my tight jeans down and bared my ass to him. I spread my cheeks open and handed him the small canister of lube I always carried with me for moments like these. There had been a lot of moments like these lately. I couldn’t believe how easy it had gotten to get guys to fuck me in the ass.

I’d been fucking in bookstores, bathrooms, parks, and parking lots. I’d been letting guys I’d barely met stuff their dicks deep into my darkest cavern. I knew it was slutty and I didn’t always use condoms. I didn’t care about diseases. I just wanted it to feel raw and perfect. I wanted my asshole to spasm and tighten. I wanted to feel that feeling of losing control that my anal orgasms evoked from deep within me. I knew that this was my destiny. I knew it in my gut and so I followed my instincts.

I let that guy pound my ass for as long as he wanted. He went hard, fucking my ass with the kind of brute force that could break a woman in two. I took it, loving every second of every orgasm. My body was filled with pleasure, weighed down with the worries of how I would feel when the pleasure was taken away. He came much too fast and I tried to hide my disappointment in him.

“Was that okay?” he asked me.

“Yeah, sure,” I lied but he wasn’t having it.

“Did I cum too soon?” he asked and I tried to hide the truth in my face but he was perceptive enough to pick up on the fact that he had guessed correctly. “I have an idea if you’re willing to have a little fun with me.

“An idea?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m having a party tonight. A kink party.” He paused to gauge my reaction. I tried my best to remain expressionless.

“I’d love to have all the men fuck you. I can lock you up in the stocks and they can fuck your ass. Would you like that?” He looked into my eyes, waiting with high hopes. I could tell that this was a fantasy of his and so I thought about what it would be like and whether it would actually turn me on or not before I made my decision.

“Can I stop when I want?” I asked.

“Of course you can.”

“Okay, then. I think I want to try it.”

“I think you’re going to love it and when you are done, the stocks are free for you to take.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“No, thank you,” he smiled warmly at me and I could see the sadism emanating canlı kaçak iddaa from within him.

By the time he was securing me into the stocks, I trusted him enough to enjoy myself. We chose a safe word and safe signal just in case I needed to end the scene. I was ready and I almost couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Getting gangbanged in the ass by a bunch of ghost dicks was one of the hottest things I could have imagined and I was about to understand why it was such a popular topic on all of the porn sites.

“Okay, I’m letting the guys in. There is a sign near your back here that says, “Free Anal.”

“Free anal? I love it. Okay!” I called. I hadn’t noticed when I had first seen the stocks that they weren’t the regular medieval kind as I had originally thought. They were sex stocks, made to arrange women into sexual positions so men could fuck them while they were completely immobile. That was what I had asked to purchase at the garage sale. No wonder the man had thought I was flirting. He thought I was some kind of kinky monster! He wasn’t far off, so I wasn’t offended. Instead, I braced myself. I could hear a man behind me.

“Anal only!” I called politely.

“Shut up, whore!” the guy screamed at me. He sunk his cock into my asshole roughly. He didn’t seem to care if it hurt me or not. He just wanted to get his cock off and it was like he didn’t even see me as a person. He saw what he wanted to see. He saw me as holes to be used and something about that made my pussy wet. It was so juicy that it made me wonder if I should let one of these guys try to fuck it for me. I didn’t want to confuse them. I’d told them anal only. I could hear the first guy cumming.

The second guy slid his cock right into the first guy’s cum. I wasn’t sure if they were wearing condoms or not and I realized I had been foolish to not insist that they all wore them. Instead, I felt like an idiot as I took the cock that was fucking me like a big girl. My asshole was cumming hard, spasming as I screamed and begged for mercy. The man fucking my ass didn’t have any mercy. He fucked me harder, and still harder. I was making noises that shouldn’t come out of a human and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be okay or not. Then he came.

The third guy fucked me even harder than the first two and after that, I lost count of the cocks and the orgasms. I know that I had way too many and that the world was starting to look blurry. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore but I was certain about one thing: I was a slut now. My asshole was aching, but now it was a different kind of ache. I was too sore to go on…unless…

I got an awful idea and I wasn’t sure about it. I knew that the guys could get to my pussy in the position I was in, I just hadn’t had vaginal sex in so long I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pull it off or not.

“Guys! Guys! Please no more anal! Fuck my pussy!” I screamed.

“Hey, everyone, this slut is letting guys fuck her pussy now.” I heard the shuffling of bodies and then I felt the stab of the first cock in my pussy. I let out a scream as I remembered how it felt to get my pussy fucked. I remembered why I had stopped fucking with my pussy and switched to anal only. It was because anal was the only way I could cum. I couldn’t rub my clit or do a damn thing to help the situation. I was hopelessly trapped, suspended with my holes on display. The men loved fucking my canlı kaçak bahis pussy and came rather quickly. I drained cock after cock and I was pretty proud of my pussy for doing its job.

“You drained all the dicks,” the man who had locked me up was back. He gave me a playful look.

“Are you going to unlock me?” I asked him.

“I will but first I need to feel this pussy with my own dick. You don’t mind do you?”

“No, go ahead.”

I felt his cock push into my pussy and it felt pretty good. His cock was thicker than most and it stretched my pussy a bit further than the others had. I could actually feel something as he began to move faster. As he sped up I could feel my pussy beginning to quiver for the first time. I could feel the beginnings of the contractions of my very first vaginal orgasm forming. It wasn’t a huge one, but it was something! I let out a moan as I came, silently thanking him for being the first man to truly use my pussy the right way.

“I like your asshole better,” he told me, pulling out of my pussy and sliding into my ass. I was sore and tender from my earlier fucks but my pussy was puffed up with arousal and my asshole was already starting to cum. I screamed as my face twisted to one side. I tried my best to let the pleasure work its way through me but it felt like it was too much. If I hadn’t been locked into place I would have slid to the floor. I felt so weak after that orgasm that I barely noticed that the man had cum and he was now working to pry open the locks on the stocks that held me in place.

I could feel the freedom as he lifted the heavy wooden frame off of my body. I could feel a lightness from being free that I had never noticed before. He handed me the bag that I had placed my clothes in. I got dressed and he watched me silently. I wondered what he was thinking and what he thought of me. I hadn’t even asked his name and he had never asked mine. Maybe he wasn’t someone that needed to know my name.

“Do you need help getting the stocks into your car?” he asked politely. “Some of the guys are still here and we can help.”

“Sure, that would be great. And thank you,” I grabbed him by both of his shoulders and then hugged him.

“What was that for?”

“That was for a fun night and for my first vaginal orgasm ever.”

“Your first vaginal orgasm! Well, that sounds important.”

“It does. In fact, I was thinking maybe you should keep the stocks over here and have some more parties where I’m the star. Would that be fun?” I was hoping he would say yes. I needed a reason to keep him in my life. If he could give me one vaginal orgasm then maybe he could give me more! Maybe one day I would be giving free anal and free vaginal!

“I would be honored to throw a party in your honor and let all my closest friends fuck the shit out of you. I call dibs on last fuck of the night, though. Promise.” He pointed at me and waited for me to promise.

“I promise!”

“You know, you are just about the coolest woman I have ever met,” he complimented me and I didn’t stop him when he pulled me in for a deep, lingering kiss. I let the warmth of his infatuation wash over me. It gave me new hope.

“But I’m still a mostly anal-only girl. Okay? I like it in the ass, not the pussy.”

“That’s what I like best about you. I’ve always been an ass man. I think we make a pretty good team, you and I.”

“I don’t even know your name,” I admitted. “but I feel like I’m going to know it well soon enough.” My eyes locked onto his. I felt something deeper than anything I’d experienced before. I suddenly knew that this man was my destiny.

“Mitch. And yours?”

“Kathryn.”

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This is the beginning of a saga. You might notice that the sex is slow in happening but as the saying goes, all journeys start with a single step. Sorry to disappoint any of you that might have wanted something quick and brutal. It kind of reflects some of the happenings in my life but there are certainly some liberties taken. I promise that if you’ll stick around a bit, you see a little of everything here. Enjoy the read, vote often, and watch for the next segment coming soon.

Where to begin. Isn’t that always the hard part? I could start at the beginning but there is too much boring stuff to sort through and I would loose everyone quickly. But then again if I don’t, no one would ever understand. Maybe a quick summary would be okay.

I was born Michael James Jones in a small hick town to very backwoods parents. We weren’t white trash or anything like that, it’s just that both of them worked at a small plastic plant and attended church every Wednesday and Sunday. That was all they ever did. Sex was never discussed in any fashion.

School was typical. We attended all the grades in the same building and there were maybe two hundred students total at any given time. The staff attended the same church my parents did, as that was the only one in town. Most of their husbands and wives worked at the same plastic plant as my parents did too. The only sex education came in the form of health class, locker room mythology and Miss Simmons.

Miss Simmons was the only single teacher and also the only outsider to our little town. She was hired in as a teacher when the previous English teacher died of old age. Miss Simmons was the epitome of a high school student’s wet dream. We would all brag about what we would do to her if we ever had the chance. Yeah, I played along because that’s what was expected but deep down inside I hated it. See I was in love with Miss Simmons. I know, I know, everyone has a crush on a teacher at one time or another, but this was different. I loved her because there was something so different about her and she represented everything that I hated about Hicksville. There were so many nights that I would lay in bed dreaming of Miss Simmons. So many nights that my body would ache for her and I would secretly slide my hands into my jockeys and try to relieve all that teenage frustration. Then thoughts of church would slip in somehow and I would roll over and try to clean my mind of all the pictures it had of Miss Simmons.

See, in my little Hicksville town of hell, masturbation was sinful and required repentance at the first thought of touching myself. My cock would swell with passion and my mind would fill with anguished thought of Purgatory. Not so much the simple life after all huh?

It was the final two weeks of football season and our school was in the playoffs again. It wasn’t that we were actually a great team; it was that we were one of the only small schools in our division. Sure, there were the college scouts and occasionally one of the jocks would receive a scholarship to some far off university. Thing is that we would never hear from the athlete again. There would be the occasional headline in the 10 page newspaper about some game across the country and how Tim Smith “Local Hero” would be on the starting lineup, but none of the guys would ever come back. Wait, I’m getting off track here. Back to the winning season.

I was playing defensive tackle and wasn’t half bad. I wouldn’t be one of the ones that anyone would come to scout out, but my six foot, 195 pound body was more than effective and I liked to play. I liked to play a lot.

We had suited up for Tuesday practice when tragedy struck. I was sprinting through the locker room to get out on the field when a door came out of nowhere and knocked me on my ass. I guess that the coach was coming out of his office to see what the commotion was and just as I was running past, he opened his door. I was padded up and the actual impact was hardly anything to talk about. But there was also a bench next to his door and when I went down, I twisted sideways and landed on the bench.

Some of the guys swore they heard a crack, but it was more like an explosion in my back from all the fireworks going off in my head. I saw a white flash that matched the unbelievable pain and that was that. Everything was lights out.

When I came too, half the team was leaning over the entire coaching staff. The coaches were trying to keep them all back and in the distance I could hear the sirens. Shit! This must be bad if they called the ambulance. The head coach, Mr. Johnson, had his face all screwed up funny and was telling me to take it easy. I tried to set up and nothing was happening. There were a lot of rather large needles that raced up and down my legs and back. They turned into knives real quick. Before I could settle back down, there was another bright flash and then nothing.

One smell that you might never forget is the sterile scent of a hospital illegal bahis room as you swim your way back to consciousness. It’s the first thing that you become aware of and it takes days to wash itself from your mouth. The next thing that I was able to grasp was that my mother, father and the coach were there with me. They were whispering and you know that’s got to be bad. I asked them what was wrong and Coach was the first one to walk over to the bed. He told me that the doctors said it was a severely pinched nerve and that things would be alright soon enough. He kinda let it hang there in the air for a moment and I knew that the season was over for me. We have a very grounded sense of reality in Hicksville. “There’s no reason that the air needs to be polluted with the smell of human bullshit.” My grandfather used to say. Still holds true. Especially in Hicksville.

Now I know that I promised not to drag this on and there hasn’t been a single sex scene, but stick with me for a moment longer. If you didn’t know all this then you wouldn’t understand the directions thing went after I left the hospital. There’s only a few more boring tales and then I promise it will get better.

Remember what I said about the human bullshit stinking up the air? Well the doctors released me from the hospital Friday morning and I wasn’t even allowed to attend the next to last regular season game. If we won this game and the next, we could be looking at three additional weeks to play. Coach had one rule that he pounded into us year after year; miss one regular season game and you don’t play in the playoff games. I didn’t think that this would really apply to me, I was injured and all. When I asked him if I was going to be allowed to play, he simply stated that my injury didn’t happen on the field. Talk about the air starting to stink. When I asked him about not getting to go to the game that night, he simply told me that it was doctors orders that I not get bounced around or it might aggravate the nerve. The way that he was ProNouciating the words, the nerve in my back wasn’t the only one in danger of agitation. In short, I was off the team and merely a mortal again.

Yeah, the team one and there was lots of celebrating, of which I was not invited to. Monday came and instead of my sacks being touted around the school halls, it was some other jerk that was the hero of the day. I spent all day slinking from class to class wallowing in waves of self-pity. Until Miss Simpson’s class.

Try as I might, I could not stop my outright love of this woman from squashing the hate and anger that had been threatening to burst all day. There was simply something about the way that she moved, the way that she smelled. Hell even the plain sweater and long skirt was enough to pull me out of the quagmire for a while. But only for a while. Ted Stout took care of that. He was the instant hero that I mentioned before. He made some wise-assed remark about gimpy-backed wannabes and there was no way to miss the fact that he was talking about me. I spent the last of the class hidden under my ball-cap and didn’t utter another sound. All I could think of was getting my back in shape and then tackling Stout’s ass too soon.

The bell went off with it’s usual clang and not too soon. I was more than ready to limp all the way home without the luxury of the bus ride just to get away from all the assholes.

“Mr. Jones?” Miss Simpson was calling me. “I’d like to talk to you for a moment or two if you don’t mind.”

I sighed that defeated breath of sudden gloom, trying to figure out what I’d done now. Slumping back into my chair as slow as I could to prevent the inevitable pain, I could hear the snickers of the before mentioned assholes. The class emptied and I waited. Miss Simpson was busy clearing her desk.

“Mikey, I know that this mess has you all twisted up inside, but why are you letting it ruin your day?” Wow, she called me Mikey. Being that she was Miss Simpson, she could call me limpdick and I wouldn’t care. But she called me Mikey and that meant that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“I don’t know Miss Simpson.” I thought for a moment or too and tried to avoid looking at her. I was always honest with her, but anytime that I looked at her I would get tongue-tied. “It’s just that this was my last year and even though I know that I won’t go to college or anything because of it, I love the game. I love to play and I know that I’m good.” Christ, I was starting to ramble.

“What do you mean, “not going to college”. Why in the hell would you say that?” She cusses? I wondered to myself. “You are the brightest student that I have in the senior class and I thought that you were going to try and do something with the knowledge that you seem to possess.” I had to look at her then.

“I mean, look at yourself for a moment. You’re 18. You have a great physique.” That turned my face red. “You’ve scored dammed well on the SAT’s and ACT’s. Any college would love to illegal bahis siteleri get their hands on you.” She walked over to where I was setting and settled into a chair next to me. That was cool and all, but when she put her hand on my arm the only thought was that I could not get hard. I started repeating it over and over in my head. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard.

“Mikey? Mikey?” Oh shit. She was talking to me and I couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. “Mikey, I asked you if you were still riding the bus?” All I could do was nod. “Is it your back? You seem flushed. Are you okay?”

“No, I’m okay Miss Simpson, really. I was just thinking about the college thing” Was she going to buy it? She nodded and I sighed a mental breath of relief.

“Well listen, I want to talk to you about this. Can I give you a ride and we discuss this on the way to your folks?”

I nodded again, almost afraid to do anything else. Why was I thinking about her this way now? She was trying to help and all I could do was pray that the ache in my jeans would go away before I had to stand up. It didn’t. She stood up first and when she offered a hand to help, the contact only cemented the growing hardness. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

If she noticed, she didn’t say a word thankfully. She walked over to her desk and collected her bag and then returned to escort me out.

The walk to her car mainly concerned my comfort. We walked real slow which was fine and I was able angle the lump in my pants away from her. Thankfully it was gone before we got outside. The parking lot was already starting to empty and we got into her little foreign looking car. It only had two seats and that put me right back into the danger zone. This time I was surrounded by the smell of her. Damn, did she ever smell good too. Of course this could only lead to one thing and I slipped my books onto my lap before she could see that telltale tent.

“Buckle-up Mikey.” She was latching hers as I tried to twist around. There were the knives again and I must have let out a small moan or something. “Oh fuck Mikey, I’m so sorry. I should have realized…” She quickly unbuckled and leaned over to help me. I was so torn up on whether or not to pass out or spend the rest of my life smelling her auburn hair. Flowers and something musky. Damned if I didn’t feel dizzy all the sudden. It was almost like sitting there but not being there and when she moved my booked from my lap, she had to have seen the bulge. When she dragged the seatbelt over and I felt her hand brush against it, she had to have felt it. But to this day I swear I was not sitting in that car just then. I was there of course, but I wasn’t.

“Well, let’s get you to the house and then we’ll take care of that.” What? Oh yeah, my back. Surely she was talking about my back.

I tried to listen as she drove the few minutes from one end of town to the other. I really did. But I was still floating off somewhere. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Hello. Earth to Mikey. Are we still here?” I heard the light tinkling of laughter.

When I was able to focus and I realized that we were pulled up into the drive of her house. “Can you get out of the car?” I looked over at her and it was like seeing someone all brand new. Her face was lit up and she was more beautiful than I could ever remember.

“We’re at your house.” I know that I must have looked stupid because it sure did sound stupid.

“You really are out of it aren’t you?” she laughed. “Mikey I told you six blocks ago that I needed to stop by my place to pick up some mail to send out. It’s on the way to your house and you even told me that it was okay.” I could vaguely remember something about mail but felt my face turn several shades of red.

“Miss Simpson, I have to tell you something.”

“Please Mike, call me Denise and if it’s about the crush that you’ve had on me for two years, I know.” She leaned a bit closer to me and whispered in my ear “If it’s about the hard-on that you have in your pants, I swear I will never tell a soul.” Oh shit fuck piss. She knew.

“Mike please, I’ve seen the way that you’ve looked at me and in case you aren’t aware, the desks do nothing that hide any of the boy’s hard-ons. At all. I see them all day long and while it’s wrong of me to think anything, I do get flattered as much as any other woman would.” All I know is that at that moment all I wanted to do was sink down through the seat, down past the floorboard and ooze my way home somehow.

“Let’s get inside and I’ll pour some ice tea for the two of us and we’ll talk about college. Nothing more than that I promise. Just promise me one thing…” She left that in the air till I looked at her. “We are both adults and all I want you to know is that you can trust me completely.”

She climbed out of the car and came over to my side. I was starting to think again and when she opened my door, I climbed out on my own. She started to help canlı bahis siteleri me and I took the opportunity to try and hug her. She was gentle but pushed me away. “Not here Mike, I’m a teacher and you’re a student. Don’t ever forget that.” She offered a shoulder and supported me as we started into the house. “But when we get inside, I’m Denise and you’re Mike.” Damn this erection anyways.

We ended up talking about school believe it or not. The tea was as good as my mother ever made except that Denise put a couple of mint leaves in it. It was relaxing in a way because we sat across the coffee table from each other and it was something that I found myself more and more interested in. There could actually be life outside of Hicksville. The room slowly started growing dark and I knew that it was late.

“Mike, should you call your Mom and Dad so they don’t worry?” She got up from the couch that she was sorta lying on and went through the room lighting candles. “I don’t want you in trouble with them.” She pointed to the phone and I got up to make the call.

I kept it short and simple. It wasn’t like I had a curfew, but Denise was right, they would worry if they didn’t hear from me. My injured back and all. While I was explaining that I was talking to a teacher about my grades and future, Denise came up behind me and nudged me gently. I turned to her and she mouthed out “hurry”. I told them that I might go and hang out a little and that not to wait up. Yes everything was fine and that my back was fine too. It was a lot of gesturing on their end, but all part of being a parent in this place.

When I finally hung up, I looked over at Denise and she patted the cushion next to her on the couch. “There’s something that we need to talk about Mike.” After sitting down, she leaned back a little. “The reason that I keep bringing the subject of college is that I want to make you an offer” she chuckled a little, “I want to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“This is my last year here. I’m quitting at the end of the school year and moving to Richmond.” I know that my jaw was starting to slowly fall. “I received an offer from a University there and I want to take it. Of course that means that I have to move and leave all this behind,” another chuckle, “but there is more for me in Richmond. There could be more for you too.” I swear I heard my teeth rattle when my jaw finally hit the floor.

Denise leaned close to me and using two fingers she closed my mouth. Remember that dizzy feeling? It slammed back into me with a vengeance.

There are two things that I need to let you all know at this point. One is that the last kiss I ever had was in the 7th grade from a girl that I can’t even remember her name. It’s not because I’m ugly or anything, but that I just never had another chance is all. Secondly, and it should be a no-brainer, is that I was still a virgin. Maybe not to my hand, but certainly towards any other living being. What was happening now was totally new ground. Denise leaned a bit closer.

“I know you’re a smart man Mike, tell me what you’re thinking right now, right here.” I could feel her sweet breath on my mouth.

“I think that this is the point that I’m supposed to kiss you or something.” We were so close at this point that I could feel the heat from her mixing with my own.

“You get an A.”

How many people remember that first grown-up kiss? You know who it was. You know where it happened. You remember the taste, the feel and the excitement. The thing is you remember every last detail and it becomes a living thing. It’s a memory that you relive and it never looses a bit of the magic.

It was several moments before we pulled apart. Now mind you, there was no tongue or anything, but it was totally the sensual thing that I will ever experience. Well, up to that point.

“Now, Mr. Jones, let’s stay on the subject. Oh and by the way, you get an A for effort as well.” She settled back a little, but snaked her feet into my lap. Without thinking, I dropped my hands to them and started rubbing them. “I want you to go with me. This is a one-time offer and I need an answer before the end of the evening. So here’s my offer.”

I was trying to think and rub her feet. That kiss did something to me that seemed to ease all the nervousness. “I’m listening.”

“I want you to go with me and live with me. You will pay your own way, but I think that I can help you secure either a student loan to help with your school expenses, or we can apply now for a scholarship.” She eased down into the couch a little more and I swear she was trying to feel the newly reborn erection I was sporting at the time.

“If we can apply now, everything will be ready by the time you graduate. You can move with me and I will take care of all the costs of living. You will have to pay for everything past that.” Her feet were starting to actually rub against my cock at this point. It was an incredible tease and I was beyond enjoying it.

“Why are you doing all this Denise?” I pulled her feet till the pressure was enough to push my cock tight against my pants. “Why go to all the trouble of this when you could have anyone else around you other than me?”

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She turned off the car after finding a space in the hotels car park. At 30 years old, Lana still held the type of youthful beauty where she could still draw the gaze of many, male or female, younger than herself.

She was of average height, about 5’8, with a slim pear shaped body with an amazing ass that only seemed to get better with age.

She had been sent halfway up the country away from her boyfriend Jon for a training weekend with the DIY store she worked for. A first aid course that was required for her to join the management program so although they were both reluctant to part for the whole weekend, they knew it was for the best.

Lana and Jon had a very active sex life and with no kids to get in the way, they did make the most of any opportunity they had to be intimate. So of course, Jon believed his chances for this weekend were surely blown.

Lana on the other hand, had planned to still make the most of the weekend. They would just have to ‘adapt’.

Unbeknownst to Jon, she had already planned for them to still have some fun even with all the distance between them and had packed some additions to help.

Because the training was taking place so far, her company got her a room for the night before too, so she could travel up the evening before and not have to leave at a ridiculous time in the morning.

She got to the hotel at just before 11pm, text Jon to let him know she got there ok (she knew he would not be able to sleep until he knew) and walked into the foyer.

There was a gorgeous young woman stood at the reception desk, blonde hair, looked about 25, fine complexion and stunning pair of tits that Lana couldn’t help but notice.

“Can i help you with anything?” She asked politely, slightly biting her bottom lip, causing some images to flash into Lana’s head before she shook them off.

“Oh, yes, i have a room booked for the next two nights,” she replied.

She gave her details, car registration (for the parking) and was given her key.

“You’re in room 301, top floor, turn right, all the way at the end, last door on your right, so you’ll only have one neighbor, although it looks like that rooms not occupied this weekend.”

Another bite of her bottom lip.

Lana could feel her heart quicken. Was this woman flirting with her? While she liked the idea and the attention, she wasn’t prepared for it. She noticed her sex getting moist between her legs.

“Thank you,” she said, quicker than really necessary, “best get to bed.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” the receptionist called after her, almost stopping Lana in her tracks.

She went up the two flights of stairs, pulling her holdall along behind her, turned right and walked the the room at the end on the right. Swiped her card key in the door and went in, turning on the lights as she went.

The room was pleasant, all you would expect from a Travelodge. A large double bed, bathroom with shower, small tv etc. It was now pushing past 11pm so she quickly opened her bag, no point in unpacking really, she was only there two nights so would make do.

She did however check underneath her spare clothes and workbooks for the special toys she had packed for the weekend, to make sure they made it ok.

After brushing her teeth and undressing for bed, she wasn’t much of a PJ fan and preferred to sleep in just her panties, she climbed into the middle of the bed, set up one of the pillows vertically on her right hand side, to cuddle at night where Jon would normally lay and she text him goodnight.

As she lay there in the dark, her thoughts turned to the young lady at the reception. Her name badge had said Claire. She thought about how she kept biting her bottom lip, about the way she looked at her with her hungry eyes and, how exactly did she mean, “let me know if you need anything?”

These thoughts filled her head for about half an hour, when she realized she didn’t feel tired at all. What she did feel, was wet.

She curiously reached down under the covers, slipped her hand inside her white cotton panties and gasped when she discovered how wet her sex was.

She gently rubbed her fingers over her clit, then around it, then down between her moist lips and inserted two fingers inside with ease.

She knew what she needed to do to get to sleep that night, as she had an early start the following morning.

Getting out of bed she moved to her holdall on the floor at the end of the bed and reached in, feeling underneath her spare clothes, feeling past her towel and toiletries, she found the large black dildo she had packed specifically for the weekend.

It was black as night, 7 inches long and about an inch and a half wide. Pretty close to what she was used to from Jon.

She returned to the bed and climbed in, getting comfy in the middle again and throwing the covers off completely. She removes her pants and places them on the bedside table.

Now lying there, knees apart and feet together and eyes closed, she begins teasing her pussy with the bahis firmaları end in the dildo, moving it along her pussy crack, up and down between her lips and tickling it over her clit. She filled her mind with images of Claire the receptionist, imagining it is her teasing her with the dildo.

When she was thoroughly wet and the dildo was coated in a layer of her sex juices, she placeed the head against her opening, easing it in ever so slightly. Her tight pussy hole yielded to the hard rubber, allowing the head to slide in with ease.

She moves it in only an inch at first, enjoying the filling feeling as she then moves it back out, as the thrusts progress, she starts taking the rubber cock further and further into her cunt.

In her head, she sees Claire’s lying between her legs, looking up at her with those playful eyes and biting her lower lips. She is clutching the dildo in her hand and thrusting it into her, trying to make her come hard.

Lana, is now thrusting it all the way in at a fast pace, quickly bringing herself towards an orgasm she desperately needs. She finds herself biting her bottom lip in an attempt to keep herself from making too much noise, but remembering the room next door is apparently unoccupied, she lets a small moan escape, which increases as she goes on.

After several minutes, her chest is heaving up and down, her breasts rising and falling. She is so close she just needs something to push her over the edge.

Sticking two fingers of her other hand in her mouth to coat them thoroughly with her saliva, she reaches down underneath her and begins circling her anus with her fingers. Moving them in circles, teasing her forbidden entrance. She applies a little pressure and manages to get one of her fingers, through her sphincter and in to her first knuckle.

A gasp escapes her mouth as she starts moving it in and out at a pace to match the dildo thrusting in her pussy. She finds herself so turned on by all she is imagining and feeling and knows she is so close to a mind blowing and sleep inducing orgasm, she plunges a second finger into her ass which instantly sends her over the edge.

Her orgasm explodes from between her legs, sending euphoric waves outwards to all parts of her body. A loud moan of pleasure escapes her mouth as she continues thrusting both her fingers and the dildo, riding the waves until fully satisfied, after a couple of smaller orgasms quickly followed the first.

A few minutes later, as she lay there panting, her chest heaving, her pussy swollen and satisfied, she got out of bed onto shaky legs and returned the dildo to its hiding spot under the rest of her belongings and returned to bed.

As she lay there in the middle of her bed, hugging the pillow to her right, feeling exhausted and allowing the sleep to take over her body, she hears a slight rubbing noise from the wall opposite and a creaking coming from the room next door.

She keeps listening and hears nothing. Shaking off the feeling, she gets herself comfy and lets the sleep take her, happy about how this trip has already started. That night, she dreams of her boyfriend, and Claire.

**************

Lana wakes the next morning with her alarm at 7am, smiling at what she could remember of her dreams that night. She readies herself for the day, making sure to zip up her bag, so the cleaning ladies won’t accidentally discover her play toys.

There is a small wet looking stain in the middle of the sheets which she hopes doesn’t get noticed.

After making sure she has everything she needs for her first day of training, she leaves her room, closing the door behind her and starts walking down the hall towards the stairs to head to the lunch hall for breakfast.

As she passes by the door to the room next to hers, she pauses a moment and stares at it. She silently presses her ear to the door and hears, nothing. No movement, no voices, no bed creaking, nothing.

She shakes off the thought and heads off for breakfast.

As she leaves for the training centre after a lovely breakfast of sausage, eggs, bacon and toast, she glances over at the receptionist.

This time it is an elderly man who may or may not have fallen asleep. Either way she leaves the building for her first day off her first aid training.

**************

When she returns at about 6pm, she enters the foyer, passing the reception desk, which is now manned by a middle aged woman texting on her phone. Lana gives her a smile and continues towards the stairs and up to her room.

As she passes the door next to hers, she finds herself again, trying to listen to see if it is occupied. Again, she hears nothing.

She enters her room, gets changed into some casual clothing and goes down to the food hall for dinner.

She enjoys a nice dinner, sat on a table with just herself and a large bottle of cider while texting Jon back home, telling him all about her first day of training, what her rooms like etc but finds herself leaving out the part about Claire and the first kaçak iddaa nights antics with the dildo.

Jon tells her he is off to the gym as he regularly does at this time and will be back about 9pm if she wants him to call. She says yes but it must be a video call on Skype, as she has something special planned for him. Jon seems very excited by the prospect and says he can skip the gym if she wants to surprise him now, but she does love a good tease.

She reassures him that he won’t miss out and that it will be worth it to wait. Besides, she wants to go shower and prepare first.

He reluctantly agrees and hangs up to head to the gym. With that, Lana heads back upstairs and starts running a nice warm shower.

As she stands there naked, allowing the water to flow down her neck and over her breast, rolling down her belly and over her trimmed mount and down her back, over her cheeks and between them. She begins to blush just thinking about what she has planned tonight for her boyfriend, so far away.

She exits the shower and dries herself off, tying the towel around her and tucking the end in between her breasts. She starts to dry and straighten her hair, brushes her teeth and generally freshens up.

Once she is ready she untucks the towel and lets it fall to the floor. She retrieves the tiny black lacy thong and matching bra she packed just for this occasion and puts them on, instantly feeling sexy in the matching lace.

She straightens out the bed covers and positions the iPad she took along with her on the counter opposite, so that the camera has the perfect view of the whole bed.

Then she waits, but didn’t have to wait long as the iPad starts pinging at about 10 to 9, Jon obviously eager to see what she has planned.

As the call is connected, and the video comes into focus, he sees her walking away from the iPad, heading towards the bed in what looks like one of the white robes they have in all the rooms.

Lana sits on the bed, cross legged facing the camera, but careful not to reveal anything underneath, not yet.

She sees him on screen, lounging across their large armchair in his favourite lounge pants and Marvel T-shirt. His hair was neat cut and looked slightly wet, he must have just showered too.

She could make out his muscles bulging under his t-shirt and his cock, bulging against his pants as if trying to escape. The thought excited her more than usual.

They talked casually about the training, she took him on a video tour of her room, teasingly of course, mentioning the bathroom where she just showered naked, and the double bed where she got wet thinking of him (and Claire, but now wasn’t the right time). She knew this would wind him up a treat.

As expected, when she replaced the iPad on the counter, camera facing the bed, she noticed the bulge in his pants seemed a bit more prominent. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Well Honey, as we are so far away from each other, so we can’t be together tonight, i thought we could try something different,” she started.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked, trying to hide his excitement.

“Well, how about this for a start?” She said as she got to the end of the bed, untied the ropes of the dressing gown and let it fall to the floor.

His eyes went wide as the gown fell revealing her amazing pear shaped body in a matching pair of lacy black underwear.

The thong was so small it was all but invisible between her ass cheeks. As she turned around to show them off to him, he noticed the front too was very small, just about covering her trimmed mound underneath and the bra only covered about half of her B-cup breasts, stopping just above her nipples, threatening to reveal them at any moment.

He shifted in his seat as he needed to readjust himself, getting himself comfy in the process. She noticed the smile across his face and the lustful look in his eyes.

“Wow! You look amazing in that baby, is that new?” He asked casually, trying to sound calm.

“Yeah, i bought it just for this occasion, in fact, i brought a few things for this occasion,” she said, cocking her head to the side and biting her lip, the look that drove him nuts.

“Why don’t you remove them pants and show me what you have waiting for me and get yourself comfy, i want to show you how much i wish you were here too.”

Within a minute he was sat naked on the chair, stroking his hard rod in his hand, staring attentively at the screen.

Lana took a deep breath, making her breasts rise and fall, she turned and mounted the bed as seductively as possible, facing away from him, so her ass was the main focus on screen.

As Jon watched, realizing he was gonna need to keep it slow or risk blowing his load too early, he applied some lube and jerked is cock, slowly up, and down, wanting to enjoy all she was about to show him.

Back in her hotel room, Lana was on all fours, pointing her ass towards the camera and giving it a wiggle so Jon could see the tiny thong wedged in her ass crack. She looked kaçak bahis over her shoulder, blew him a kiss and said, “wish you were here baby.”

With that, she raised up onto her knees, reached behind her back and undid the straps holding her bra onto her chest. Still facing away from him, she removed one strap from her shoulder, then the other, she then let both straps roll down her arms and caught then in her hands where she proceeded to throw the bra across the room into the corner.

Looking over her shoulder she asked him, “would you like me to turn around?”

She could see him nodding coyly on screen, so she slowly turned 180 degrees to show him her sexy B-cup breasts, nipples erect in the air.

She was playing with them in her fingers, running her digits around then, giving them a pinch, causing her to gasp.

She continues this for a minute until her nipples are fully aroused, then begins to move her hands lower, grabbing at the seems of her panties and playfully lowering them until they just about cover her trimmed bush, then pulling them back up.

“She always did like being a tease,” thought Jon, enjoying the show none the less.

After teasing with her panties a couple of times, Lana turned around again to continue.

She grabbed the seam of her panties at the back, and began to lower them over her sexy ass cheeks and just kept going, bending over more as she went, exposing her puckered asshole and glistening pussy lips to the camera.

Jon had to concentrate to slow down his rate of stroking on his cock, he had been unwittingly getting faster as she continued her show.

Once all the way down, she stood and kicked them into the corner of the room.

“Do you like what you see?” She now said over her shoulder, bending over again and spreading her ass cheeks to give him the perfect view of her private parts.

It was all he could do to nod, not daring to move is eyes from the spectacle on screen in front of him.

Lana climbed back onto the bed to reach under the pillow and pull out her small blue rubber butt plug. It was about 4 inches long and about 2 inches wide.

She stuck the end into her mouth as seductively as possible, all the way to the tapered end where here rectum would soon be clinging to it to hold it in place.

When she was satisfied it was coated with liberal amounts of her saliva, she turned again so Jon could see her place the tip delicately at her forbidden entrance, teasing the hole by using a circling motion around her rim and gently applying pressure until her sphincter began to stretch around its form, allowing it through.

It stretched further and further until it reached its widest part, after which her rectum contracted around the smallest part of the handle at it held firm.

She could feel its length in her ass, moving inside with every movement she made.

She could see Jon on screen, obviously captivated by her show of confidence and lust.

Rolling onto her back, she made sure Jon could still see everything and retrieved the dildo from the night before from under the pillow and like the night before, began teasing it seductively over her clit and lips, teasing the entrance every now and then, coating the tip in her sex juices.

As she began to ease the rubber cock into her cunt, she could feel it, sliding against her thin inner wall that separated her pussy and anal canal.

She was thrusting in and out at a steady pace, taking in more and more as time went by. She could feel her pussy lubricating itself at top speed to deal with the pummelling it was taking.

She felt her juices flowing along the length of the dildo, rolling down her folds and over and around the handle of the plug in her ass, pooling around her asshole holding tight to the plug that penetrated it.

It ran down further between her ass crack and began soaking into the bed sheets below. She did not care. All she cared about at the moment was the approaching waves of ecstasy that she needed so bad.

Checking the iPad screen she could see Jon, jerking his cock more vigorously now, eyes still trained on her and filled with lust.

Lana wanted to come for him and wanted Jon to cum for her too, she switched the dildo to her left hand, still thrusting in and out as hard as she could, and started to masturbate her clit with her right.

She began frantically flicking and rubbing her clit with all the energy she could muster, desperate for her orgasm to explode from her.

It didn’t take long, before she was arching her back and writhing on the bed, pure euphoria spreading throughout her body, her private parts tightening around whichever device was fucking her there as she all but screamed out in pleasure.

Still, she persisted, riding the waves of the cum-coaster.

She caught a glimpse of the iPad screen just in time to see Jon blow his load all over belly and crotch, letting out a satisfied moan as he still kept his eyes on Lana and kept jerking until his penis was completely spent and flaccid in his grasp.

Then he sat there panting slightly, watching as his beloved kept making herself cum, fucking her pussy hole with her dildo while masturbating her twat until it was sore and begging her to stop.

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I was talking on the telephone with a male online friend of mine actually we had been talking for quite sometime, and we, even considered ourselves dating. It is hard to keep a long distance relationship continuing and you always have to come up with new ideas to spice things up. He was the first person I had ever had phone sex with, and he was extremely good with his words it was always like he was right there with me. But on this particular night, we were talking and he thought I was too chicken to go to Spencer’s and buy a vibrator. First of all if you know me then you also know that I love to be challenged, and will always fulfill a dare.

Well the next morning I got up and left for work early, stopping at Spencer’s and opting for a seven inch, purple vibrator that I automatically called Barney. I left the store proud of my new purchase, and headed to my car only to realize that I needed batteries for it or I wouldn’t get the full effect. So, I stopped at a corner store, and as I was paying for them, I felt as if they knew what I was buying them for. I don’t think that they really did but I do believe that it was the innocent part of me feeling dirty.

I got onto the highway heading south to work, listening to the radio, and not being able to wait to brag to you of my new purchase stating, canlı bahis “That I told you so.” That is when the idea of using my new purple toy right there and then popped into my head. So, as I was driving, I pulled it out of its box, and inserted the batteries, turning it on then increasing the speed. Wow, I thought is my clit going to like this. I was wearing a very short skirt, and no pantyhose so it would be quite easy for me to slide the crotch of my panties to one side. I set my left foot up on the side of the car door, slide my panties over revealing my freshly shaven awaiting pussy. I once again grabbed my new purple toy, and turned it on, keeping it at the slowest speed for now, I could feel my juices stirring just from the humming sound my vibrator was making. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as the excitement of cars passing me and the thought of being naughty crossed my mind but thrilled me even more.

As I held onto the steering wheel with one hand, I teased my clit with the tip of Barney, sending an electric current up my spine. I explored what felt best for me; more pressure, less pressure, and even moving the tip of the vibrator in circles. I turned the speed up, but for me I found it felt much better at a slower rate. I taunted the opening of my slit with this vibrating bahis siteleri piece of machinery, not allowing my hand to slip it in quite yet. I wanted to wait until I was good and wet. As the highway started getting busier and more vehicles passed by me, I was getting hornier, and actually looked to see if passengers looked at me. Some did and I smiled at the male ones.

Well this one guy was right next to me and I was so hot from playing around that I decided that I would give him a show, I mean if he didn’t like what I was doing then he could speed up or slow down. So, I held up my vibrator showing him, and since my pussy was ready, I inserted my fake cock slowly and thought I was going to cum right there. It was so intense but I waited wanting this to be a great orgasm. I turned up the speed a little, as my lips wrapped themselves around it, continuing to insert a little more of it at a time until I had taken all that I could. Inserting and exiting with long, slow strokes. I really had to concentrate on the road as this act was sending me over the edge.

I began moving it in and out of my pussy faster, moving my hips as much as I could to meet the thrusts of my hand. It felt so good that I found myself moaning over the radio, and my body temperature was getting warm, as I was nearing my climax. bahis şirketleri I kept fucking my pussy with this vibrator and could feel my juices starting to trickle. So once again I turned it up, with that and a few more ins and outs, I was Cumming like I had never came before. I found my car speed increasing but didn’t stop. I continued to slide it in and out of my now dripping hot pussy, feeling the muscles tighten in my legs, as my body began to quiver. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and just let my orgasm be in control. It was so powerful that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to stop my pussy from its contractions. I became lightheaded, and was moaning as loud as I could.

“Oh my god” were the only words that I could speak. I still don’t know how long I came for but I still think it was like five minutes or at least seemed like it, my body began to come back to its normal self and that is when I took my juice covered toy out of my pussy, and only then did I look to see if that guy was still beside me and he was. I waved, and sped up. I was so exhausted from that orgasm but, once I got to work the first thing I did was call my online boyfriend and tell him about my new experience… Although he made me promise that, I would never do it in the car again because he didn’t want me getting into an accident. I have to add that it was the best orgasm I have ever had, and still to this day haven’t had any compared to that one.

One more thing, if you only knew how hot I am right now from telling this story.

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She hated it.

She admitted to it freely. She hated his fleshlight. That disgusting “toy”. That thing he put his penis in to feel good. Was she not enough? Why did he feel he needed it, that replacement for her vagina?

It was just sitting there on his side of the bed, he’d used it last night and just left it sitting on the bed side table. It was all she could do to look at it, and yet she couldn’t look away. How could something so dirty make him so happy?

Her curiosity piqued, she reaches out and picks it up. The hard plastic outer shell hiding the soft plastic flesh within. Twisting off the lid she reveals the perfectly formed lips of the perfectly formed vulva. “Disgusting” she thinks, looking at this replacement for her own body. Looking at it, trying to imagine her boyfriend looking at it, she begins to imagine it as a real vulva, a real pussy, waiting to be touched. Running a finger along the plastic lips she pulls back quickly, it feels different to her expectations. More real than she expected but different to the way her own womanhood feels.

The plastic feeling, it is almost sticky to the touch. How could any man find this more pleasurable than the hot, wetness of a woman? She remembers the lubricant, perhaps güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri that is what she should apply to complete this experiment. Reaching over to the bedside table draw she extracts a tube of lube. Popping the top, she squeezes a healthy dollop of the slippery material on to the fake pussy. Rubbing it in, she finds it feels a lot different, a lot more like a real pussy. Perhaps even more like her own pussy.

With curiosity she feels a tingle in her lower regions, as she continues manoeuvring her fingers over the soft, slippery lips. She imagines how it would feel if her hand was lower. Suddenly the tingle becomes a more noticeable throb. While she tries to control her own body and shake the feeling, she adjusts the way she’s sitting and can’t help but realise her own lips becoming moist.

Abandoning all pretense she lowers one hand into her pants, slipping under the elastic of her underwear, feeling the heat from her sex as she draws closer to herself. Her other hand still stroking the fleshlight’s lips, she runs a finger along her moist slit to compare the sensations. They feel similar and yet different, one hot to the touch, the other more synthetic and yet, so life like. It is no wonder güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri her boyfriend enjoys using it.

She needs better access though. Removing her pants, her underwear comes off quickly. The cool air hits her exposed lips drawing a shiver from her body. She pulls her top off, her nipples already hard with excitement tighten further with the temperature change. She is now naked and alone in bed with the fleshlight.

With desire pumping through her body she starts masturbating herself and the fleshlight. One finger teasing her hardened clit, the other rubbing the fleshy folds of her impromptu partner. Pushing lower she enters herself and the fleshlight at the same time. The feeling coursing through her body from her fingers catches her breath, it is exquisite. Pulling out of the fleshlight, she brings it to her face so that she can look at it. She masturbates as she imagines it is real, that another woman is lowering herself towards her face. She’s never felt this urge, this attraction to someone of the same sex before but now as she looks at it, she wants it to be real, she wants to taste it.

Flicking her tongue out she makes contact. The taste of the lubricant is unpleasant but güvenilir bahis şirketleri the thought of eating real pussy drives her on. Remembering her own taste from past experience she has an idea. Spreading her legs she moves the fleshlight over her own sex. Rubbing it against herself she coats it in her own scent, her own flavour. It is driving her crazy, the feeling of her pussy against another. Her lips against lips. She feels her arousal building to breaking point.

But she refrains, she wants to taste her first pussy. Bringing it back to her face she can smell herself on it. Reaching forth with her tongue again she licks along the folds, savouring the taste of herself while picturing it is anothers. She plunges her fingers in deeper, her arousal to the point where she is wet. Not moist but wet, soaking wet. Her body is urging her onwards as she licks and sucks on her new pussy pal.

Pushing her tongue in deeply she inserts two fingers in her own quivering hole, squeezing her legs together she feels it happen. Her orgasm boils out of her nether regions, crashing through her body, racking her with pleasure. Legs twitching, pussy pulsing her, breasts heaving, the hand holding the fleshlight pushes it over her face, down her body, over her breasts, and down, towards her own ravaged pussy. She rubs it over herself, coaching a few last tremors of orgasm before her body loses the ability to hold anything. This is how her boyfriend finds her hours later, nude with the fleshlight between her legs.

She hated it.

She loved it.

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