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I knew I wasn’t supposed to meet with her … every intelligent fiber of my body screamed at the decision. But, I couldn’t help myself. She was everything a man could want and more … every carnal desire could be sated, every dream, every fantasy could be fulfilled when in her company. She lived on excess and thrived on unfettered ideas. She loved men. She loved women. She drank, gambled, cavorted and pleased. She was the person that I had spent two years tearing myself from her web of excess and ecstasy. I had loved the pleasure and thrived on the pain. I became addicted to it, allowing all my plans to go to the wayside. Now, she was calling again that siren call that would surely lead me to troubled waters. I had already refused her multiple time, but persistence pays off and she caught me at a weak moment. Now, here I am waiting … apprehensive … excited … nervous … for her to pick me up. It’s been quite a long time since I last saw her but in my mind the image is clear. Her 5’9″ aerobicized body, shoulders a little bulkier that most women from her pole dancing. The muscles on her arms and legs toned and shapely. That tight ass and firm C cup breast. But most of all that cinnamon red hair framing her deceivingly innocent pixie face. I remembered how excited I would get watching her writhe and rhythmically dance on the stage .. sweat coating her body .. I felt a stirring and stopped thinking.

“I’ve got to calm down … relax … ” I mumbled to myself “confidence … You’ll do the right thing … just say no .. ” Actually, the best thing would have been to leave and not be there when she arrived but my feet would not let me go.

I look at my watch. Five minutes after. She’s late. Maybe she illegal bahis forgot or decided not to come. After ten minutes, I begin to relax. Thank God, she ditched me. Thank God, I didn’t have to make that decision. I turn around to go back inside when a hand grabs my ass and a faint smell of French Vanilla tickles my nose.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetness?”

“Uh …. I was just going inside to call you … your late!” Oh my God, it was her … she showed …

I turned around. She was as beautiful as I remembered. She had curled her hair into those spirals I love so much … Her skirt, if it had been about a half inch shorter, it would have been illegal to wear in public in most states. Well, it glued itself to her wonderfully fit form. Her shirt was right up there with having little in the way of imagination when I concerned her cleavage.

She came at me arms outstretched “So, Charlie aren’t you gonna give Sydney a hug?”

I hugged her … her body pressed against mine like plastic wrap on plastic wrap. I could feel every inch of her body including her hard nipples pressed against my chest. I could feel my dick slowly react.

“Times don’t change do they?”, as she reached down to grab my hardening package.

I backed away … “Hey, Hey now … none of that … I’m practically a married man ..!”

“Oh Charlie, I’m just playing with you .. I’ll be a good girl … I promise!”, her eyes lit up and her mouth formed an evil grin.

“You better … now .. Where’s the car?”

“I parked it … I thought we could go inside and have a couple drinks before we went out … I brought your favorite!”, From her handbag she brings out a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Rum.

I illegal bahis siteleri licked my lips … I love Rum … and since my fiancée didn’t drink, I hadn’t had it in such a long time.

“Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple … c’mon in … I guess I can show you around.”

We walked in and I showed her the kitchen where she quickly found the glasses and coke. I went into the living room and turned on some tunes. She met me there with the drinks. Holding up her glass …

“To old acquaintances and new beginnings!”

I eyed her, lifting and eyebrow I added “As friends” and I finished the toast.

Sydney kills her drink and patiently waits as I kill mine … That first splash of rum hitting my lips tasted like the sweetest thing. I wanted to savor that exploding pleasure but she already has my glass and is returning to the kitchen to brew another batch.

From the kitchen she asks “So how’s everything?”

“Fine”

“Still in School?”

“Yeah … Doing better than ever! … How about you?”

“Me too .. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you apply yourself!”

Sydney emerges from the kitchen with two freshened drinks, ” I learned that from you …”

“Well, I suppose that’s something”, I gestured for her to sit.

“So, besides school .. how’s everything … Janie doing alright?”

“She doing great … We’re doing great ..”, The drink tasted so good before I knew it. I was done. Sydney noticed and handed me hers and walked back into the kitchen. I took a big drink

“That’s good … so how much longer do you have until you’re finished with school?”

“School?!? Oh, yeah school … “, my mind drifts for a brief canlı bahis siteleri second, ” School … Yes, I have one more year”

Sydney returns with a new drink, “Oh … I’ve got another about three more semesters.”

Just being around her made me nervous. That must be why I’m feeling just a little bit lightheaded.

“So .. why’d you call me? What is it that you want?”

“Oh Charlie, always suspicious … I just missed your friendship. The way you challenged me. I especially called you up because I had this raging urge to play a game of scrabble like we used to …”

“Scrabble?!?!”, I gulp my drink.

She chuckles, “Yeah Scrabble .. The way we used to play it … You remember the rules dontcha? Not afraid of losing to little ole me, are ya?”

I kill my drink, “No, it’s just …”

“Just what?”

“N..nothing … okay … fine … We’ll play Scrabble for a little while and then we’ll go!”

“Oh Goody”, Sydney says as she claps her hands and bounces on the chair, “You go get the game and I’ll get the supplies”

OC : For those of you who have never played drinking SCRABBLE the rules go like this :

The play starts :Whoever lays down the first word the opponent drinks the sum of the tiles. It is then the goal to always beat the preceeding score. The lesser of the two scores always drinks the difference. If the total difference ever reaches 20 the player who has the greater amount makes a rule. If the difference is higher than 20 then the lesser has to do whatever the higher tells them to do for that many minutes.

If you want to keep score keep track of the amount of drinks taken. At the end of the game whoever drank the most drinks has to do whatever the winner says for a total of the drinks consumed for that many minutes.

Also, whenever a player uses a special square, that player must remove an article of clothing. The first square does not count.

(To be Continued)

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Chapter 8: A day of rest! Fisting, then Piercing Sunday!

Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening – The party turns into an orgy. It could help you follow what may happen here.

SLEEP COMES TO ALL BUT CHESTNUT

I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired. We had made wonderful sex.

Silence descended over the yard. The whole area under the Pergola was still, except for the odd snoring sounds coming from all over.

There were deep rumbles from the men, with lighter yelps, and purrs, from the girls.

My partner, Chestnut, and I were together on one part of the huge air mattresses. Adonis, and Titian’s Mother appeared to gravitate towards Lawyer, and his surprising wife; and it appeared logical for Parlour Girl to pair off with TF, and Titian.

By “going together” I mean that we formed sleeping groups.

Chestnut had not tried to sleep long before she began to move. The huge dildo deep in her arse was becoming too much for her body. She was not in pain. She loved it, but it was stopping her from bending, or lying comfortably spooned to us.

She woke me very gently to explain, and ask if I could help her remove it. I whispered to my Partner that I was going to help her. She nodded, half asleep, then returned to her slumbers.

Chestnut slowly eased herself upright, then she waddled through the house in front of me.

She went straight to the Master Bedroom.

She had to waddle; she needed to rotate her hips around the whole object pushing up through her pelvic opening, deep into her body.

She must have been completely full. She might have been uncomfortable as she walked, but she did not appear to be, and she did not complain. Her rolling gait was very erotic. Her arse may have stuck out slightly more. It was impossible to tell in the dim light of the warm night.

She was a wonderful sight, the globes of her bum were slightly larger, more rounded, fuller, but the reason was virtually invisible. I could detect the flat end of the dildo, that was all.

We knew that she was used to wearing butt plugs for a long time. She had admitted that she often wore one all day at work. She had described how she would push her favourite plug into place after her morning bath. She would work all day with it deep in her arse, slowly becoming more, and more, aroused. She learnt to press it into her arse. She learnt to manipulate her anal muscles to stimulate herself.

She had to rush home, at the end of the day, to pleasure herself.

After she described this I began to have pictures in my mind of her sitting through interminable boring meeting. She told me that these went with her high powered job.

I saw her surrounded by leering, smart suited, male executives, trying to catch a sight of her gorgeous breasts down her cleavage.

They would be completely unaware of her pierced nipples, and of how she would press down into her chair to give herself pleasure.

I pulled myself together, and had to stop daydreaming. I suggested that we showered, or better, that we bathed. I explained that I thought it better, and that I would slowly removed the dildo for her, while she relaxed in warm water.

Titian’s Mother had thrust it far, actually totally, into her rectum during their last frenzied climax of the night.

Chestnut agreed that I should bathe her, for the second time in the day. We both agreed that this was more sensible than take a shower. We also knew it would be more intimate, more sensual, more fun.

We were standing together watching a torrent of water fill the tub, when she began to laugh.

She had turned to face me. She saw that I was still pinned to my apron. I had been sleeping in it, as virtually all our friends, and guests, were in their jewellery.

She began to undress me with infinite care, unclipping the two safety pins from my nipples. She kissed, and sucked on each of my teats. Then reached behind me to unclasp the suspender tie around my waist. Suddenly all that held the apron was my rising penis poking through its hole.

It was not surprising that the gorgeous woman had this affect on me. When she reached behind her tits were still encased in their jewellery. They bounced, and swayed, against my abdomen. All the time I was trying to consider the problems of drawing the object from her arse, and trying to suppress my erection.

She thought the latter funny. Always the practical girl, she spat into her hands, and lathered my cock ring with spit. Slowly, the girl who had pushed it high onto my penis many hours before, began to move it down my now totally engorged member. Finally it slipped past the head, and off into her hands.

I was naked, except for my inner bars, and Celtic like, gold shields. Replacing the outer pins could wait until morning.

She asked me to remove all her jewellery, aware that this would set my penis going again.

I stood in front of this gorgeous güvenilir bahis brown, bronzed woman, and began to undress her.

I unhooked the three chains from her right breast, and passed them over her shoulder. I unhooked these three from the strap that went around her to her back. I unhooked the same chains from her left breast, but left the strap in place.

I unhooked the chains from below her half breast cage, and the one around her waist. I was very gentle, as I removed all these chains from her forest, and from close to her dildo.

I began to see why this was like clothing. Had Chestnut been completely shaven, with no pubic hair, instead of her luxuriant, curly, dark bush, then it would have appeared like clothing.

People saw the outside, they looked at the perimeter, and not inside the whole, so it was going to be possible to wear only jewellery in public.

I had flashbacks to why we went out, dressed as we were, for our first two meals.

The first time our Restaurateur almost had a heart attack. He lent forward to kiss my Partner’s hand. She was wearing a thin, transparent dress, with holes for her teats. His mouth was inches from a very erect naked nipple pushed far through her Starburst jewel.

I undid the strap around Chestnut, the one that held the cages beneath her wonderfully enhanced, rounded breasts. It was like undoing a bra. She pressed against me as I brought my hands to her front.

She moved away, the cups fell into my hands, and she was naked, except for her teat bars, and the gold shields on each nipple. These were similar to mine, and she still had the huge object in her arse.

She turned her back to me, and presented the next problem. Her gorgeous round bum faced me; I could see the base of the huge fake cock buried deep inside her. Her skin stopped, and the dildo started, filling the space where her little anal hole had once been.

There were two hooks moulded into the flat of the visible surface. They did not protrude. They appeared able to take the harness that Titian’s Mother had worn so beautifully, but there was little else to hold.

She stepped into the foam of the bath, and sank gently. She was very straight because of the dildo, and moved tentatively, slowly. She went down onto her knees. Then, completely straight backed; she bent forwards to lie full out on her stomach, holding her head above the foam with both arms.

All her movements were enormously slow and sexy.

She turned, smiling, to say that it was an extraordinary, warm, intimate, full, feeling high up inside her body, above her abdomen.

I knelt beside the bath, much as I had done on Saturday afternoon, and began to lather her arse.

It was very erotic. My penis had been steel hard as I undressed her. It became harder, even without the help of the cock ring.

Suddenly, the ever practical one turned again. She said that she would kneel, doggy style in the water, and I should climb in behind her. She moved very slowly again, until her back was out of the foam, parallel with the floor.

I sat down in the huge bath, my legs between her knees, and my solid erection very visible above the foam.

Gingerly, with great care, I hooked a little finger into each of the two mouldings in the base. I told her to push, and something that we thought would take time, simply happened.

The huge monster oozed slowly from her arse. It was a slightly knobbly, ramrod straight, almost round, thick pole. It was immense.

It went on, and on, sliding from her body.

It was a very erotic sight.

Inch by inch it slowly appeared. It stopped when she stopped pushing. It started to move again as she flexed her anal muscles. She was doing most of the work.

Amazingly she did not appear to be in any discomfort, and it was also completely clean. It was still slightly greased with the lubricant. But, after all, I thought, she had already been prepared for the onslaught by the ten inch dildo, and by my original bathing, after the first anal fuck.

I took it in both hands, my right fingers just brushing her distended arsehole. She murmured in pleasure.

I held the weight of the object Otherwise it might have pressed hard upwards away from her womb, towards her backbone, and caused discomfort.

My left hand held the outer end very lightly.

Suddenly it was freed from her hole. I pushed myself further, and further back against the end wall of the enormous bath, so that I took the whole length without causing her discomfort.

I dropped the dildo into the foam; it disappeared, then it began to float.

Chestnut presented me with an enormous, slightly triangular hole, where her little rosebud had been, from where the monster had just emerged. It looked absolutely divine.

It was very wide at the base, forming an arrow like hole, pointing towards her head. It would have been an equilateral triangle had the top not been cut off to form a quadrangle, with three equal sides. It was huge.

It looked only türkçe bahis slightly reddened at the outer edges, turning deep purple as I gazed deep into her arse. I felt I could see for miles.

She was not shrinking fast. It was a window into her body.

She turned and said, “That was incredible. Thank you. It was almost better than when Titian’s Mother pushed into me, and when she fucked me so hard”.

I was puzzled, and asked a foolish question, “Darling Chestnut, the hole is so big that I could put my hand inside you. Please may I.”

She simply said, “I was hoping you might ask!”

I lubricated my right hand with body gel, knowing that we would have to use a soothing antiseptic later.

This was entirely new territory for me, and I was sure that it was for Chestnut.

I formed my four fingers into a small point, and tucked my thumb tight into the palm of my hand. I went in as far as the widest point of my compressed hand, and I had not yet touched her skin.

She was stretched that far!

I rotated my hand slowly. I began to touch the skin inside her anus, and to stretch her hole. My hand slowly vanished further into her arse. I was in her anal passage as far as my wrist. I continued to rotate my whole hand very slowly.

Her hole shrunk slightly around my wrist.

She looked around again, with a huge grin on her face. She said that she loved the feeling, especially as I rotated my hand inside her arse.

I told her that I would kneel directly behind her. I moved very gently, with my hand still buried.

Once in kneeling position I bent forward, and pushed, past the narrowing of my wrist, until slightly more than half my forearm was deep inside her.

At this point I may have been bigger than the dildo, so I stopped, and asked if she would like me to push deeper.

The smooth brown skin of her bum stretched erotically, totally unblemished, away from the middle of my arm. She was becoming tight on my forearm.

She turned and grinned, so I pushed deeper still until I could go no further, unless my arm was straight. That was a physical impossibility in the space that we had.

Her anal passage griped my arm in a long warm glove of sensuality.

Her gorgeous skin was slightly darker than mine. Her cheeks looked amazingly sexy, moulding away to her hips and up on to her back.

Could I ever be more intimate with a girl?

I had knelt, as I did not want to tempt myself if she sat back, and my penis went into her cunt; neither did I want to tempt her.

I lent forward, and passed my free hand around her hips. I turned my hand so that my palm was flat on her beautiful belly just above her pubic bone. I pressed inwards, while slowly turning the arm in her arse. The palms of my hands were facing each other.

I pushed my right hand, the one buried deep in her arse, outwards towards my left hand, which was flat on her belly with my fingers spread wide. I began to move my free hand gently up, and down, her wonderful firm stomach. I massaged as far as her rib cage, then slowly back, keeping a slight pressure, using the foamed water as lubricant.

Both her hands flew to the one I had placed on her stomach. She reared upwards, virtually upright, and cried out with pleasure.

She pressed hard on my left hand, pushing my outstretched fingers into her firm body.

Her hand moved mine up and down.

I lifted my hand, and whispered for her to place her hand under mine. We moved together with her hand, pressed down by mine.

I could feel her moving over the hand far up inside her. She was tracing the movements of my hand as it gently massaging her belly from inside.

I had the arm in her arse completely relaxed, except that I had opened out my right hand. It was flat, and my fingers were spread as wide as they would go. My elbow, and shoulder, had followed the wild movements of her body upwards.

Her right hand went down to her clit, and she mauled it in a frenzy. The other hurtled round her body to her hole, her anus.

She went to where my arm was buried in her arse. She felt around my forearm, gently stroking my skin as if to check it was reality. I found the feeling of light fingers touching my buried arm especially sensual.

She forced her exploring fingers between my upper and lower arm, where it bent to vanish into her body.

I kept the gentle massaging of her stomach, both inside and out.

She moved her right hand further round to ram two fingers into her cunt.

She was in an erotic trance.

I felt that she might begin to fist herself in her cunt, but luckily she started to cum at a spectacular speed. It was her third huge orgasm in a few hours.

She was almost completely silent.

One who sang her orgasm was quiet. She was a beautiful mute swan at a time when she should have ranged her glory. Slowly, very slowly, she came down from her orgasm.

She was thinking of the others.

She grasped the head of the bath, and said, very quietly, very güvenilir bahis siteleri sexily, “Pull out slowly, that was amazing.”

“Your hands together, one in me, one outside me, are an astonishing feeling.”

“They have touched something very special. Please can we do it again sometime.”

I reformed my hand into a small bunch of fingers, tucked the thumb in, and said “goodbye” to her anal passage. I pulled right out with great care, with total tenderness. When I was fully clear I leant forwards to kiss her hole.

She was still enormous, and gaping. It was a slightly more rounded, and even larger, deeper, shape than before.

We sank back into the warm soapy bath. She lay on me, and her arse began to fill with soothing, warm, foamed water. That amused her. It was her open hole enema.

She raised her hips, and a stream of bubbles appeared as water replaced air in her arse.

My arms went around under her breasts, and she hugged them to her. She locked us together with her arms on mine, gently pushing her breasts up and out.

They looked wonderful.

We lay a long while, while she healed. It was almost as though she was asleep, but I could feel that she was working her anal muscles with consummate skill. She was willing her anus to close.

Bubbles continued to appear on the surface of the water, where she had melted the foam away.

My penis began to shrink, nuzzling into the small of her back. I buried my face in her hair.

We moved as the water began to cool. I slipped out of the bath, gathered two enormous white towels, and placed one on the floor. She stood in the water as her open enema cascaded out of her arse, and into the remains of the foam.

She stepped out, and I wrapped her in the other. I dabbed her dry.

I bent to kiss each nipple as was becoming the custom of the house when drying somebody.

I padded her cunt, and her still open arsehole with the soft towel. Then I asked her to hold onto the side of the bath with her back to me, and to bend slightly.

Her gorgeous open hole was presented to me. She placed the flat of both hands either side of her gaping hole. She pulled it ever so slightly bigger.

I took a pot of soothing, mildly antiseptic cream, and gently massaged it into the rim of her hole.

She wriggled, and murmured, saying that it was cold. I could have gone full in again, but stopped with only two long fingers dipping completely into her body.

I massaged her for many minutes, in gentle intimate love.

She was a beautiful sight, leaning forwards, almost as she had been against my desk after we had finished the Business Plan. Then I had fucked her hard with her strap on, as my penis slid backwards, and forwards, under her sopping wet open cunt.

I knew I wanted more of the same, and my cock was telling me so. I forced the evil thoughts from my mind.

I patted her bum when I was done; she turned to give me an enormous hug.

I still could not believe that this was the despondent girl, who had arrived at our table only last Monday. We were eating dinner on National Nude Day.

She was in despair, because her breast enhancement had made her nipples appear smaller. She sat with us. Silently she had unbuttoned her blouse, and placed her beautiful brown orbs on the table in front of us. My Partner had kissed her.

She had come to my Partner, her nipples had been stretched slightly, and later Parlour Girl had pierced her teats.

Now her perfect globes were crowned by longer nipples that had horizontal gold bars through them. And she was hugging me, stark naked, in the middle of the night.

We walked hand in hand back to bed. Chestnut snuggled up to spoon my Partner. I pulled that covers over us, and lay on the other side, my wonderful Soul Mate spooning me. We formed a sandwich of love.

My Partner whispered, “You have been a long time!” I replied, very quietly, that the dildo had slipped out with ease, but that she had asked me to fist her in the arse.

Her hands went around my front. She tweaked my cock, and whispered, “Naughty boy!”

That was all.

We slept.

THE REST OF THE NIGHT

Well we did for a little while. Sometime later I stirred, half way between asleep, and awake. I felt my penis being lifted, somebody was moving about under the covers. I felt behind me, I did not feel like my partner, and whoever was there was sleeping on their back.

I groped upwards; they were Chestnut’s tits. She was sound asleep.

Somehow my Partner had wriggled from between us. She had slowly moved around to my front, and was sucking me off.

I ran my hands through her tousled hair, and held her face. She was beginning to take me deep into her mouth, but I wanted to fuck.

I needed an ordinary reassuring fuck, Partner with Partner.

She sensed my need. She had the same desires. She crept slowly up my body, kissing my nipples, nuzzling my bars, as she passed. Our mouth’s met; we kissed long, hard, and very quietly began to make love.

We were like two students in a dorm, like teenage lovers in the bedroom next door to her parents’ room.

Nobody else should hear us! This was our secret, furtive love! It made our coupling more erotic, more fun.

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“Well, you seem to have me over a barrel,” she said giggling.

“I suppose that’s an apt description of your current position,” I acknowledged as I finished securing the leg strap to the bed.

You see, I had her tied to the bed, face down, but not flat on the bed. Rather, she was bent over a large pile of pillows. With her arms pulled out in front of her, and her legs pulled apart and behind her, she presented a marvelous sight. She has a lovely ass: nice wide hips and full round globes. The effect of having her bent over was to present her ass, wide open to my view. As she was angled forward, her pussy was available as well. The pillows supported her completely and she was, largely, helpless.

“What are you going to do now?” she said, with mock innocence.

So I slapped her ass; not very hard, just hard enough to be playful and get a little shriek out of her. Then I took my hand and began to let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. She began to giggle “that tickles!”

I laughed, lifted my fingers as they neared the top of her thigh and began at the knee on the other leg.

Giggling harder now, she cried “Stop!”

Her ass wiggling as much as she could, trying to escape my tickling touch. As my fingers reached the top of her thigh, they trailed along just beside her sex and then up, almost but not quite brushing her little puckered anus. Her giggles turned into a slight mewl. I climbed on the bed between her legs and began to softly stroke her bare skin just alongside her slit. Not quite touching her sex, but skirting as close as possible, and then darting away. I could see her arousal as her lips began to deepen in color and her slit began to open. Still though, I teased near her sex, not quite giving in to the temptation that her opening pussy presented.

I also began to tease at her anus. One finger lightly circling around her little puckered hole. Her mewls began to get lower and became almost the low growls of a large cat. She tried to push against me, to shift her hips so that my fingers would finally address her aching clit, but the restraints made her efforts ineffective.

Her growls conveyed her arousal and her frustration: “please,” she finally said in a breathless moan, “stop teasing so much.”

I chuckled and my fingers, although wanting to touch her, left her skin completely. “Nooooo,” she moaned.

After a canlı bahis şirketleri moment, I trailed one hand along her pussy. My middle finger slid up her wet slit, but I did not push in, only just barely touching her there. Again, I removed my hand and she moaned in frustrated pleasure. I waited a few seconds and then leaned forward and let just the tip of my tongue slide into her. As my tongue touches her clit, I hear a sharp gasp. And then I slide along the length of her pussy, my tongue just barely inside her. I can feel her quiver with excitement. When I reach her hole, I dart my tongue into it and then withdraw.

Her lips are now swollen and flushed purple with arousal. I lean forward again and let my tongue slide gently over her lips. Taking one lip between mine, I suck and gently tug at it. Her moans are getting louder. Switching to her other lip, again I suck it into my lips, my tongue teasing it while my lips nibble on hers. Her wetness is beginning to drip down onto the stack of pillows. I touch her now swollen clit with the tip of my tongue and begin to lap deeply, slurping up her wetness as it tries to escape. Sliding up her slit and lapping her juices until I reach her opening. Darting my tongue in and out, I begin to tongue fuck her quickly, but not very deeply. She moans and tries to thrust deeper, but the restraints and awkward position leave the situation totally in my control.

And then I stop: “Oh God no, more,” she croaks, seemingly on the edge.

I slide one finger into her wet pussy. Slowly I let it seek, deeper and deeper. Gently searching for her g-spot as my hand twists and turns the finger against her. When I find the treasured spot, I push against it with my finger for just a moment, and then release. Then my finger begins to rock, side to side, I slowly increase the pressure until she begins to moan and buck slightly. I slip a second finger into her pussy and I’m rewarded by hearing her moans intensify. Again, my fingers rock and massage at her g-spot.

I bring my other hand up and begin to rub her ass. Running my hand over those sweet globes sends a pulsing sensation to the root of my cock. I think her ass is so sexy and to have it displayed for me, so open, is the realization of one of my most erotic fantasies. Slowly my hand rubs over her ass while the other continues the deep stimulation of her g-spot. I can tell she is getting canlı kaçak iddaa close to an orgasm, her breath is coming in ragged moans. Her juices are dripping down my fingers and onto the bed. I lick one finger and place it gently at the center of her anus and begin to massage lightly. This sends her over the edge and she explodes in orgasm.

As she begins to come down from her orgasm, I slide my fingers out of her vagina. I lick her juices off them, noisily so she knows that’s what I’m doing: “mmmm, baby your cum tastes so good,” I moan. She is panting and moans a weak reply. But my finger has not stopped its gentle massage of her puckered hole. During her orgasm, I could feel the muscles clenching and tightening. I reach over and add a little a lubricant so that my finger slides more gently over the thin tissue there.

And then I press it in. She gasps at the sudden intrusion to her ass and I stop. My index finger is just barely inside her, not quite even to the first joint. I take my other hand and begin to gently rub her globes again, down her back and along her hips “relax baby, it’s OK.” I can feel the muscles in her anus begin to relax and I gently push my finger a little deeper until it stops against the inner ring. My other hand roams down and my fingers dance across her lips and the smooth, bare skin surrounding her pussy. I let my fingers find her vagina and slide in and out, teasing at her clit. Again, she moans and whimpers as I tease her electrified pussy.

I resume pushing my finger into her anus; I feel her inner ring open and my finger slides almost effortlessly in until my knuckles are against her ass. She growls “God, that feels so full.” She struggles a minute “give me second to get used to it,” she almost pleads. My cock is throbbing. I’m not sure how long I can hold on. My other fingers find her vagina and I slide one in. She gasps and as my finger rubs her g-spot, she begins to come again. Juices are running down my hand in a stream and her anal ring grips my finger almost vice-like. “Oh God, baby, I’m so full. Oh god, it’s too intense” She moans as her orgasm subsides. I can feel her anal muscles relaxing again and I slowly begin to slide my finger back out. Just before it clears the inner ring, I reverse direction and begin to finger fuck her ass. She grunts, but is so spent that she does not try to move or wiggle. Slowly, deliberately, my fingers canlı kaçak bahis work in and out of her tight ass. I can feel the muscles relaxing, admitting my thrusts more readily. I squirt a little more lube onto her hole, and at the top of the next stroke I pause. A second finger pushes its way into her ass and I hear her suck air in around her teeth. The muscles are more flexible and it passes the inner ring more easily. She grunts as my fingers slide knuckle deep within her. I stop at the bottom and twist my hand. She shudders and moans and I can tell that while this is a different sensation, it is deeply arousing to her.

But my cock will not be patient any longer, so I slowly remove my two fingers completely from her tight hole. Squirting more lube on my rock hard cock, I line it up against her anus. She is moaning now, as she realizes what is next, “I want to feel your dick in my ass,” her voice breaks and I know she is actually nearing a third orgasm. I slowly push my purple head in. When it hits the inner ring, I feel her muscles begin to open and my head almost pops as it passes through. And then it slowly sinks deep into her ass. I can feel the tight ring sliding down my shaft until it grips me near the base. I stop and catch my breath giving her a minute to get used to the fullness. I can hear her panting and moaning.

My hand begins to tease at her soft pussy lips again and I seek out her hard clit. I hold the position, buried in her ass, for a moment while I let my fingers bring her arousal up again. But my cock demands to thrust and I grab her hips and slowly slide up. As I feel the ring get to the underside of my helmet I reverse direction and push into her.

She gasps and I can feel her start to shudder and shake “God yes, fuck my ass,” she yells as she begins to cum again herself.

I plunge deep with in her and my balls tighten. I can feel the root of my cock pulse and the warm cum pumps deep into her. I cannot thrust, I simply hold her hips with my pulsing cock buried in her ass.

In a moment it is over. I slip my softening dick out of her anus. She is lying, spent, on the pillows herself. I survey her gorgeous figure again. The cum seeping out of her anus, her juices on the pillows and bed and running down her thighs. I look at her flush face and she looks back at me and smiles.

I flop alongside her so that I can look into her eyes and rub her back. “That was marvelous,” I sigh. She smiles, sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. Opening them, “so, are you going to untie me now?” I chuckle “and why, prey tell, would I want to do that? As you’ve said, I’ve really got you over a barrel now.”

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It had been the absolute worst week of Michelle’s twenty-nine years of living. She had been fired from her floral designer job because ‘she was not fitting in at Whitemans’. It wasn’t that “she” didn’t fit in, it was Mr. Whiteman, who wouldn’t “let” her in. He had made it quite clear as to what would help her career most. She quit on Tuesday.

And then on Wednesday the roof fell in on her. Well, figuratively anyway. Her landlord served her with an eviction notice. It seemed there was some misunderstanding about the last six months rent not having been paid. Of course his wife said that she had to go, but maybe he could let her stay a little longer if she were to show the right kind of gratitude. She moved out that day.

Michelle had always been told that her looks would take her places. Now as she surveyed herself, she saw what men called a killer body. Starting with her long tan legs, curving into lusciously rounded hips, meeting at her petite tight ass, extending up past her flat stomach to her pouting to be caressed breasts, her sparkling blue eyes topped by a sun streaked golden mane of mid-back length hair.

Not bad, but all it had gotten her was now all packed in her 1982 Volkswagon that she was in heading west to California. Everything that she owned was in a suitcase in the trunk. She figured she could start fresh in Los Angeles. She had an aunt there that would take her in until she got back on her feet.

Just outside of St. Louis, construction on I-70 forced her to detour through rural Missouri. Michelle was enjoying the scenic tour when her car started coughing and wheezing. She coaxed it to the side of the road just in time for it to die completely. Well, wasn’t this the perfect ending to a perfect week.

Looking up and down the country road, she started walking back to an old service station she remembered passing just a couple miles back. It had to be at least 100 degrees. Dressed in cutoffs and a halter, the sun had raised a layer of glistening sweat on her bronze skin by the time she reached the station.

“Anybody here,” she called, the place looked deserted. “hello, anybody.”

Just then somebody came out of the restroom along the side of the old building. Zipping his pants as he came out, he stopped everything when he saw Michelle. He looked to be about eighteen years old, she noticed. Covered with grease, his overalls still had the ability to emphasize his youthfully muscular body. She looked him over curiously, finishing with her eyes fixed on his half open zipper.

Seeing where her eyes were, he blushed, “I didn’t hear you drive up, sorry m’am.” He turned around and finished pulling up his zipper.

“I didn’t drive up, my car broke down just up the road. I was hoping to find someone to help me.” she said, wiping the sweat from the back of her canlı bahis şirketleri neck and around under her chin.

“I can help you. I’ll get the truck.” he said, letting his gaze quickly inspect her halter and short shorts. Reluctantly looking away, he went into the office to get the keys for the truck.

She smiled at his attention. But she wondered how someone so much younger than her would be able to help her. She had expected to find someone older and more experienced. ‘I don’t have much choice… we’ll see.’ she shrugged to herself. She walked around to get in the truck he had pulled up in front of her. ‘You never know…’ again to herself, smiling again as she noticed his eyes ogling her bouncing tits as she climbed into the truck.

Within a half an hour he closed the hood of her car and walked back to where she was sitting, half lying actually, on the hood of his truck. She sat up as he approached.

“You need a new fuel pump, ma’m” politely looking past her, and then added, “I can have it fixed for you in a couple hours.”

“That’s great!” she exclaimed, jumping off the truck and landing right in front of the boy. Then it hit her, “How much will it cost?” Her money was already running dangerously low.

“Well, let me figure… all totaled up it ought to run ya about $17.95.” he said realizing that he had been staring at her.

“What? That can’t be right, the pump has to cost you that much.” she was still shocked.

“Yeah, that is how much the pump costs. My momma would whoop my behind if I didn’t help someone in need if I could.” he shyly stammered.

“We wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we.” she gushed, giving him a quick hug. He abruptly pulled back, embarrassed. In that short instant she had been surprised by the strength and firmness in this young man’s arms and chest.

Driving back to the station, she felt his eyes glancing over at her whenever he thought she wasn’t watching. When she let her fingers trail down her neck and into the cleavage of her breasts, she heard him swallow hard and she saw the bulge pressing against his overalls. They were back at the station before anything else occurred.

After he retrieved the fuel pump and got his tools, he said to her, “You can wait here. It’ll be cooler for ya. There’s some cold drinks in the fridge, help yerself.”

She found some beer in the fridge, and popped the top off of one bottle with an opener on the wall. After wandering around, she settled in the office chair behind the desk. Opening the top drawer, she saw some invoices, pens and a two year old calendar. Pushing that one closed she opened a side drawer. It had files hanging in the front. Flipping through the files, she saw some rags lying in the back of the drawer. When she pulled them out she saw the magazines, Hustler, canlı kaçak iddaa Biker Babes, Penthouse and others of the same type. So this was how he got off.

Michelle sucked down the refreshing ice cold beer and got another. Looking through the magazines while using the cold bottle to rub her forehead, neck, and stomach, she felt her pussy stirring.

Unbuttoning her shorts, she slipped her hand inside. Taking a long hard swallow of beer, she licked the rim of the bottle and inserted the round bottle opening into her wanton mouth as if it were a hard cock. Her wandering fingers had found her clit and she was losing all control.

Concentrating on the bottle sliding in and out of her mouth and the finger fucking she was giving herself, she never even heard the truck return. So it came as a tremendous shock to her when he walked into the office and caught her in the act.

She saw that he was even more shocked than she was. She also noticed that he didn’t leave or even look away. He was completely entranced. She put the empty bottle on the desk, but did not remove her hand from her open shorts.

“Come here,” she said firmly, holding out her free hand.

He was starting to come out of his trance, “Uhh.. I don’t… think I …” he was stuttering badly

“I said ‘come here!'” she commanded, “now!”

He moved around the desk, closer to her, but still very hesitantly. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“Your momma said to help people in need, well baby, I’m in need!’ she whispered sensuously, pulling him down to his knees in front of her.

Michelle took one of his hands and placed it over her halter covered breast. “Do you like that?” she asked, still rubbing her hot box. “Would you like to do more?”

He still could not speak, but he nodded enthusiastically. His plucking of the hard nipple through the halter made them both gasp.

“If you want to do more, you have to obey me totally, understand?’ she asked, already knowing he could only answer one way.

After seeing another nod, she commanded, “Undress me!”

He started fumbling with the front clasp on her halter, when she grabbed his shaking hands. “NO! With your teeth!”

Moving his head to her heaving tits, he grabbed the clasp with his teeth and twisted. His cheeks rubbed her generous mounds while his teeth finally opened her halter. Her tits sprung forward as they were unbound from their cage. His eager mouth found one and then the other, sucking the nipple as hard as he could into his salivating mouth.

Pulling his head off of her tits, she yanked it up to her mouth. Instantly probing his mouth with her tongue, she had again taken him by surprise. Michelle sucked and chewed on his now responding tongue.

“Now, do you still want to do more?” she asked coyly.

“Yes!” canlı kaçak bahis his mouth moving back to her rock hard nipples.

Pushing her shorts all the way off, she said, “Your mouth is great, now let’s see what else it’s good for.”

Urging him down with her hands, she positioned his face directly in her steaming pussy. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he was eager to please.

She held his face against her pulsating box. “Open your mouth, stick your tongue in there and move it around.” she begged. “That’s it, harder and faster.”

Renewing his efforts, he was learning fast with her guidance. His tongue was massaging her clit causing her to cry out, “Yes! Keep going, keep going.”

He tasted her juices rolling out of her pussy. That just made him lick and suck on her more vehemently. She screamed as his tongue accomplished its task, and locked her legs around his head not wanting it to end.

At last she sagged back into the chair. He looked up at her, childlike, looking for approval. She stood and retrieved another beer before saying,” You were wonderful, the girls around here must all be after you.”

“I..I’ve never done this..this with ..” he was stammering quietly.

“You’re a ..virgin?!” she blurted out. Then she realized this was embarrassing to him. “Well, I thought you were incredible.”

He both beamed and blushed from ear to ear. “Thanks” he said looking down at the bulge in his own pants.

“It looks like you would like to do more, right?” she cooed in his ear. At the same time she rubbed the palm of her hand over his clothed hardon.

Unzipping his overalls, she reached in to free his raging cock from its confines. As it sprung free, she dropped down and engulfed it with her cool mouth. Licking it she could feel him tense up. She removed her mouth and stood up.

Pushing him onto his back on the desk, she quickly straddled him, easing his hard cock into her oozing pussy. Taking his hands and placing them on her tits, she rocked back and forth, pistoning his tool further in and out of her box.

“Squeeze my tits! Fuck my pussy you young stud! Shoot your hot juices inside me!” she demanded.

He kneaded her tits and pinched her nipples. His dick was swelling even larger, encouraged by the gripping action of her talented pussy. It knew what it wanted and it was going to get it.

She reached around behind her and found his balls, fondling them. He was shooting his come into her in gushes as she reached her own orgasm. She grabbed his shoulders and fucked his cock as hard as she could until she couldn’t move anymore.

After they caught their breath, they dressed silently. He drove her to her car. Before she got out of the truck she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You are a great fuck! Just remember that your momma knew what she was talking about. You must always take care of women in need. And you do it so well!” she said as she slid out of the door.

As she sped down the highway, she wondered, ‘Is this the start of something better in my life?

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Felicity had planned on asking a girl friend to take her to the airport to visit her dad in the hospital. She had hoped that her daughter would stay at her house and give her a ride, but that hadn’t gone as planned. The next day just as Leo was about to spot her on bench she mentioned to him that she was leaving town for a while.

“That reminds me, I have to call Sabrina to see if she would be able to drive me to the airport on Wednesday this coming week.” Felicity wasn’t really talking to Leo at that point, he was just there. Felicity started putting a reminder into her phone.

“I can give you a ride,” Leo said, “I don’t have to work that day.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out,” she responded.

“It would be my pleasure to take you to the airport,” the issue settled. ” What time do you need the ride?” Leo asked.

“My flight is around 3:30 am, I should be at the airport around 2:15. That should be soon enough to get through the security check. So pick me up at 1:20 am, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to miss out on your well earned sleep.”

“Can’t sleep my whole life away,” he teased.

That Wednesday, he was promptly ten minutes earlier than she had expected. He quickly helped her with her backpack, since that was the only bag she had.

“I thought you were going to be gone for a while?”

“For a couple of weeks, yeah.”

“And all you have is this?” And he held up the bag by the top strap illegal bahis with his index finger quickly gauging the weight at under seven pounds.

“I don’t need much.”

“Clearly.” He was impressed.

They had been on the road for about twenty minutes neither one talking, when Felicity suddenly broke the silence.

“Leo, pull over,” Felicity’s directive was firm.

Leo didn’t hesitate. “Is everything alright,” he asked as he pulled far onto the shoulder of the highway and put his truck in park. He worried about her more than she knew. She had been through a lot of grief in the past nine months, and knew that could take a toll on a person’s well being. First her husband’s sudden death and now this health crisis with her father. Leo’s concern was clearly on his face.

Felicity didn’t answer with words, instead she looked at him intensely, flipped the center console up and out of the way with one hand and with the other was releasing the seatbelt that restrained her. Once free, she slid over and rotated her body around in one fluid motion until she was straddling his hips.

Her breasts were so close to his face he couldn’t help but bend his head down to bury his face into them. She smelled of lemons. He had never known a woman to smell of lemons, he loved it. Her dress was pushed up around her hips baring her smoothly muscled thighs. He slid his hands from her knees to her hips guiding her hips along the length of his already hardening manhood. illegal bahis siteleri She lifted her weight off him to wiggle his joggers down and shifted her thong to the side and settled back down on him.

He kissed her hard, but she pulled back and said, “no kissing, anything else is ok.”

He maneuvered one side of her wrap-around dress to bear her bra and coaxed her breast out just enough so he could toy with her nipple. His mouth wanted to taste her soft skin. His tongue playing tag with her nipple. Their two bodies moved in slow motion.

While Felicity had a plane to catch, which was the reason she was in Leo’s truck in the first place, she knew they still had time to celebrate the fact they were both alive and well. She reached her hand down to help guide his maleness to stimulate her more easily.

She was gently grinding her labia along the length of his shaft, to stimulate herself, and he felt how hot and wet she was getting as her parts rubbed on his parts in the most erotic and enticing way. Leo kept his hands busy, allowing them to explore Felicity’s body in ways he had only dreamed about before. He kissed the tops of her breasts, his breath causing her to sigh. All the while his hands wandered wanting to memorize every curve of her. His hands roamed across her back and shoulders, down to her waist, then on to her ass. Moving again from her firm butt cheeks down her thighs as far as he could reach, then slowly back up the tops canlı bahis siteleri of her thighs to finally grasp her hips, urging on her movement and help support her as their bodies continued to grind together . He wanted very badly to feel how hot and slippery her pussy was inside, but knew it was her call.

When she was on the brink of climax and needed to have him inside her, she lifted up off him so he could enter her.

She was so wet, he just slid right in with a slight rearward tilt of her pelvis against his. He knew she would be hot inside, but the heat of her core made sweat bead suddenly on his upper lip.

Her climax was immediate and intense. She cried out in pleasure as he penetrated deep within her. Her parts pulsating, sucking, and pushing around him, until he too climaxed. They stayed like that for a minute. Leo took the opportunity to bend his head into her breasts one last time to remember the smell of her.

When Felicity dismounted, she readjusted her clothes and strapped herself back into her seat like nothing had happened. Leo on the other hand was struggling not only to pull his pants back up, but also was confused about the situation and how it had just played out. He wanted to ask questions and clarify things. Why the no kissing? They had kissed before. The last time, he had put the brakes on thinking she wasn’t ready for a relationship yet. Before that, she had stopped when things were just getting good, so what had changed, he wondered.

Unfortunately, Leo knew he was going to have to wait for answers to his questions. It was clear that Felicity had very little to say today.

When he finally had his pants situated comfortably again, they continued on to the airport.

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Three days after Christmas, Dr. Ginger Bain was back in her office talking with her partner, Dr. Phyllis Barbarosa. Ginger wore a plain blue dress with a low cut neckline; Phyllis wore a white sweatshirt and jeans, and both wore a minimum of makeup and jewelry. Ginger was a plump, grandmotherly type of 55 with shocking red hair; Phyllis was a statuesque beauty of 45 with dark hair. “So, how was Christmas?” Phyllis asked.

“Not bad. Had to make a house call.”

“How long was it?”

“Oh, he had about six inches, but it was enough for this girl.”

“Ginger, you’re incorrigible. Who among our patients needed an emergency fucking over Christmas?”

“Harold Mims.”

“Don’t remember him. One of yours?”

“Yes, one of mine. Grief case, suicidal.”

“So you fucked somebody to save their life?”

She gave her partner a deadpan look of disbelief. “You make it sound so ignoble.”

Phyllis laughed and patted her hand. “I hope you didn’t take any unnecessary risks.”

“Only dietary. The food was wonderful.”

“Christmas time isn’t for diets.”

“How was your holiday?”

“All right, but my love affair with Brian is over. Bastard stood me up without an excuse.”

“Sorry to hear that. Your mother all right?”

“Yes. My daughter and granddaughter, too. I love the little imp, but I’m glad to be living by myself these days.”

“At least your daughter knows better than dump her on you.”

“Amen. So, you got any appointments tomorrow?”

“The usual lot. Nothing exciting. You?” “I see Mr. Shealy later today. He’s put in a lot of overtime over the holidays.”

“Good for you. He’s really giving you a workout.”

Phyllis smiled broadly. “Sweet Jesus, yes. It’s been a while, and I’m so ready for a hot time. It’s good I keep a change of clothes in my closet; his boss always dresses immaculately and I need to keep up appearances.”

“Well, I gotta work on these damn numbers. See you later.”

“Right. Be careful.”

“Always. I should be saying that to you.”

Phyllis left, her jeans twitching in anticipation. Ginger focused on her bookkeeping program: she handled the money for them, and needed to check over the entries before the end of the month during a lull. A knock on the door and Harold Mims entered, wearing a dapper dark suit and holding a single red rose. “Good morning, Dr. Bain.”

“Good morning, Mr. Mims. Is there anything I can do for you today?” Inwardly, she groaned that he found her dressed down.

“Undoubtedly, but I am not making any demands on you. Just making an offer.” He laid the rose on her desk.

She kept her focus on the screen. “Are you feeling better after the holidays?”

“Oh yes, the dark clouds are all gone. No need to work out my grief; once again, I remember my sister fondly and without much pain, grateful for what she gave me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome; just doing my job.” She took a quick glance at the flower and returned her attention to the numbers before. After a long silence, she said with her eyes fixed on the computer screen: “Does that rose mean what I think it does?”

“I don’t know. There is a conventional meaning to this gift. In this case, it’s a sign of my gratitude to you, personally, Dr. Bain.”

She sighed and looked at him. “You know those three days were therapy, an act. I was trying to keep you from taking your stash of drugs. Trying to keep you alive.”

“Of course. If you say so.” His eyebrow lifted and a smirk came across his face.

She put her hands on her hips and tried to bore holes through his head with her eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

The smile was unflappable, and the eyes were relentlessly warm. “What you did was more than Lucy would do. You took her spirit and pushed it farther. This is not what therapy of any kind requires; you were looking for enjoyment and solace as much as I was.”

She sat quietly, dumbfounded. He took the rose and stroked her chubby cheek with it. “You didn’t want to be lonely at Christmastime, either, in fact, you don’t want to be lonely now. You try to drown yourself in work and it doesn’t work. Not that you’re not good at what you do, helping people. I just want to help you.”

She closed her eyes and felt the gentle petal across her cheek. “What do you want?” she said huskily.

“What do you want, Dr. Bain? I want to help you. I want to make you feel like a woman, feel loved. Will you let me do that?”

“I’m not the person you think I am. I’m not an innocent, I’m not perfect.”

“No, of course not. None of us are. And we’ll probably have to start over from scratch, person to person rather than Doctor to patient. Would you like to give that a try?”

Harold traced her skin from her cheek down to her cleavage. The rose teased the tops of her breasts, back and forth, and she took a deep breath. “What do you ask me?”

“Dinner tonight.”

“And after?” The rose traveled up her neck to work just under her ear, making giggle and pull away, but he kept the blossom there. They contested: her reluctance illegal bahis against his persistence. He switched sides and she tried unsuccessfully to evade him. The hilarity built and built until he finally let up and moved the rose back to her chest. She looked up at him, questioning with her eyes.

“We’ll see” he said at last. “Brandy in front of the fire, perhaps? A night under the starts in a warm frothy pool? Games from our childhood, conversation with a contemporary? Candlelight. Roses. Warmth and fuzziness.”

She thought for a long moment, savoring the soft flower on her skin. “Done.” Closing the program, she turned to him. “You need to pick me up around 5:00. My partner has a session later I have to monitor.”

“Fine. I’ll be back.”

She licked her lips. “I know you will.”

Later that afternoon, Phyllis was sitting at her desk looking like a corporate princess. Her hands trembled as she tried to play a computer game, killing time. After a couple weeks off, she was looking forward to what he was about to do for her, and she was hoping to try a new thing or two. The office was warm, but she shivered in anticipation.

Mike Shealy came through the door, wearing a snazzy new suit, cufflinks, and a broad smile. His whole bearing was different: confident, assured, optimistic. Phyllis looked him over and nodded in affirmation. “Well, this is a definite upgrade. You must have had an excellent holiday season. What’s going on, Mr. Shealy? Today seems very different, you seem very different.”

It looked like Mike’s smile couldn’t be pried from his face without radical surgery. “Betty Boobs got fired for mismanagement. Left yesterday; pitched a fit and bitched between the notification and the departure. It was so sweet seeing the look on her face as she stumbled out the door with her box of personal items. A wonderful, late Christmas present.”

“Excellent. That must be a load off your mind. Who got her job?”

“I did. They gave it to me, and I feel ready, ready to run. Things are going to be good. It will be a Happy New Year, a happy new life.”

She sat down behind her desk. “That must be great, Mr. Shealy. This may be our last session.”

“Oh, really?” he said with some disappointment.

“Probably,” she hedged. “You’re feeling good right now, but we probably need to let some of that last resentment out, wring every drop of anger from you. Once that’s gone, you’re free.”

Mike rocked back and forth rubbing his hands, anxious. “Okay. Sounds good to me. Bend over.”

Standing quickly, she waved her finger in front of his face. “Now, now, now, not so fast; I’m in charge here. Who’s the counselor? Today we do things differently. You’ll get to do what you’ve always dreamed of doing, don’t worry about that. But things will be different. Have to be this last time.”

She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a bright red bra. “I’m going to make you wait today, Mr. Shealy. Betty Boobs won’t be around to tease you everyday from now on, so we’ll have to make this longer, more intense, bring about some closure.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will, Mr. Shealy, you will. Trust me.” She got a couple of things out of her desk, then came around to sit on the desk in front of him. “For now you sit still and watch.”

Her blouse dropped to the floor, and her bra joined it shortly. Her breasts hung free, swaying slightly, nipples perking, and he licked his lips. “I want you, Betty Boobs,” he growled.

“I know you do. Down boy, keep it under control. Patience. Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

He almost salivated in expectation as he looked at her tits, the orbs that represented his chief tormentor for months. “I want to make you pay, Betty Boobs. I want to make you really pay.”

“You will. Don’t worry.” She cupped her breasts, mashing them close together, and held them in front of him, not six inches away. “Stare her down. Look at her. Keep your hands on the arms of your chair until I tell you.” Her nipples were starting hard and erect. “Tell her what you want to say. Tell her what you want to do to her.”

He spat on her, his saliva running down her lustrous, white skin. “You made me suffer just to get your kicks. You enjoyed giving me pain.” He spat again, and the creamy liquid trailed down like semen toward her huge brown nipple. “You’re worthless, cruel child. You deserve getting your ass fired, Betty Boobs.”

“Your stupidity got me fired,” she said with a harsh voice, rubbing her breasts together slightly as she spoke. “You can’t do anything right, and I got the blame. Now I’m out of a job and it’s your fault.”

He spat on her lustrous, rounded flesh again.”You toyed with me. You frustrated me.”

“You deserved it.” He spat on her breasts again and again, making them wet and slimy.

“I want to make you pay this one last time; I want to make you suffer like never before.”

Her voice shifted: “What you like to do to Betty Boobs? Slap her, choke her?” A loud slap rang out and a handprint appeared on her left breast.

“I’d like illegal bahis siteleri to tie her up and fuck her,” he said, his eyes intense and his hands wringing in his lap once again.

Phyllis looked at the fire in his eyes and smiled. For a moment, she was afraid he expected to try to handcuff her or bind her, leave her helpless. But her preparation and expectation gave her an option. This would be special, and if it was farewell, would be a fit finale. “All right. You can do that. I have a way.” She reached back and brought out a long, red silken rope. “We’ll tie her up with this rope. All you need do is hold this when I ask you.” She looped the rope underneath her breasts and wound a couple more strands. “Here, hold this here in the middle.”

He did, holding the triple loop as she wrapped the cord around base of each breast a couple times, then a couple of times around both to pull them together. Finally, the end went over her shoulder and around her neck, creating a halter effect. She had him tie it off by her right arm, then pushed him back in his chair. “Well, Betty Boobs is tied up. Like what you see?”

“I’ve never seen anything like that before. That’s. . .that’s. . .that’s amazing. Is it comfortable?”

“Of course not, Mike. Betty Boobs doesn’t like it at all. She’s helpless before you. You can do anything you like and she can’t help it.”

“How am I supposed to fuck her?” he wondered.

“Just a moment.” Phyllis turned around and took a pair of sharp scissors and a roll of surgical tape. She cut a piece almost long enough to run from one armpit to another, and put on end on the side of her right breast. Then she started applying it, pushing her breast inward to its maximum until she got to the end, her nipple half covered. The other breast was pushed in, and the tape brought the two nipples together, going on to the ending toward her left armpit, holding her breasts tight against each other.

“Now I have to position things carefully, and you may need to put your hands on my desk to balance yourself.” She knelt before him, leaning back, her newly created cleavage vagina slightly under belt high. “You were very good at reviling her a moment ago. If you do the same thing, spit on her and aiming for the underside, she’ll be slick enough you’ll get to fuck her really hard.”

“Sweet.” He spat on the underside of her breasts. “You slut. You deserve this. You deserve all the shit the world can throw at you. Dimwit. Idiot. Bitch. Whore. I’m going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it, nothing at all. I’m going to fill you up.”

“You don’t dare. I hate you, I hate your little cock, I hate your stupid face. You can’t do it, limpdick. You couldn’t possibly fuck me. You’d die trying and I’d die laughing.”

Again, he spat at her, thrusting his hand between her breasts to lubricate them. “You’re ready enough. I’m going to fuck you Betty Boobs, I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to make you like it and miss me when you’re gone.” He pulled his rigid pole from his pants, and thrust it between her tits, making her moan. Starting slowly, he worked up speed, watching the end of his thick rod piston up and down the other side of the titcunt. She leaned back on her knees, holding herself by her hands flat on the floor, athletic enough to use the awkward position to please him. His cockhead came close enough to her lips for her tongue to slip out and lick it, which she did with every thrust.

“C’mon, tell her what you think. Give it to her.”

“I’m fucking you, Betty Boobs, I’m fucking you with my big cock. You’re going to miss me, now you know I’ve got a pole in my pants. Harlot, asswipe, brown noser. I’m getting you back for all the blue balls you gave me the past year. I’m gonna spray my load down your tight little cunt. I’m gonna sperm you, I’m gonna, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, NOW!” His cherry red member shot several pulses of creamy whiteness over Phyllis’ chest and face; she licked and sucked all the fluid in reach, capturing the cockhead and sucking him dry.

He sat back, his pants open, and she stood to sit on her desk again, her shoulders and face glistening and her breasts turning red in their confinement. “Is it good, Mike?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” As he looked up at her, a realization crossed his mind. There wasn’t much time for a plan, but he had to take a chance. Time to make a play for his real desire. “One more thing.”

“Yes?” she asked.

“I’d like to choke Betty a little.”

“Oh. All right. How fitting. Yes, that makes sense, I can see that.” She was a little puzzled, nervous before remembering Ginger was observing, protecting her from real mayhem.

She relaxed and started to open her mouth when he cut her off. “I know how to do it,” he said.

“Really? How?”

“Really. Take the ropes off.” He grabbed one end of the surgical tape by her armpit and ripped it off with one quick jerk, making her scream and bend over in surprise and pain.

“Yes,” she whispered, taking the shears from her desk and cutting her breasts out of their ropy confinement canlı bahis siteleri in seconds. They hung free, swaying slightly, returning to their healthy color. Eagerly, she waited for his idea.

Getting up, he looked around her. “There’s a pair of ice tongs on the desk.”

“Yes?” she said with lust in her voice.

He spotted them and picked them up, inspecting them closely. “Know what should I do with these? I think I know what you’re going to say.”

She smiled: “Take one of the nubs with the tongs and squeeze it. Dig the little teeth in if possible. Squeeze it like you’d like to squeeze her throat.” Coldly, he took the jaws and snapped them menacingly. Taking his time, he approached her delicate curve and rubbery brown bud, smiling broadly Letting her feel the cold metal for a few moments, he clamped the tongs down on her right nipple, getting a generous portion of brown flesh in its grip. “Hold on tight, yes, and watch,” she said, breathily. “Watch it. Watch it suffer and turn color like she would.”

He sat down, breathed heavily and held fast, making her wince. Her breathing became deep and shuddering, then she got control again. They sat in that tableau, punctuated by a passing rainshower, his eyes fixed on the captive flesh, her eyes fixed on his. Her mind traveled a marathon: was he what he seemed to be? Could she trust him? Could he see her as she was and feel the same as he did now? The nipple turned red, then deepened and went to light purple. Her head went back and forth, her mouth opened, her hands quivering, but her body stayed still. When it reached deep purple, she pushed his hand and whispered: “Go to the other one. That’s all that one can take.” He obeyed and she almost convulsed as the blood rushed back to her strangled flesh. He held fast to his meditation as he watched the left nipple progress from brown to red to purple; she tried to look through his forehead and see the workings of his mind beneath the surface, the thoughts she could not deduce. “Let go, she’s gone. She’s gone,” she said when the limit was reached, and bent over backward in agony when he released her.

Reaching up, he took her breasts into his hands and started milking them, making her gasp and shudder. “I’ve realized something,” he asked.

“Oh. What did you realize just now?”

He reached under her skirt and ripped a red thong from his body, throwing it over his shoulder casually. “I’m haven’t fucking Betty Boobs, not at all. I’m was fucking you, Phyllis, always, and you wanted it.” She started to speak, but he silenced twisting her tits. “This isn’t all about my therapy, I was doing your will, following your orders. You build up this fantasy to get me to torture you. I was turning YOUR skin red and raw, I was punishing YOUR ass and tits, I was fucking YOUR face and YOU were swallowing my dick juice. And most importantly, YOU were enjoying every moment; YOU were expecting me every week to give YOU what YOU wanted. You’ve been using me.”

Phyllis looked at him coldly, and he reached down with his right hand, playing with her clitoris, while still milking her right nipple. “All right, Mike. I’ve been using you. I admit it. Ahhh, Ahhh! And you’ve enjoyed it, too. You’ve benefitted from this as well. O my God, what are you doing to me?”

“Yes, I have, and I’m trying to get to the next level.” A hard slap on her tender globe rang out and a groan replied. “You’ve been doing all this, you’ve been setting all these sessions up to turn you on, because you’re a slut.” Another slap.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m a slut, I’ve always been a slut. Hit me again.” Another slap, and she gasped for several long moments. After she recovered she said placidly: “Now what?”

He lifted her to sit on the edge of the desk and positioned his mouth even with her crotch. “I’m going to eat your cunt, and I hope you have a screaming orgasm.”

“Already did, twice today,” she said, smiling.

“Here’s number three.” Then he buried his face between her legs. His right hand came back up again and he kneaded her boobs roughly, while using his tongue, lips and teeth in her dripping valley. She gibbered and wailed, her sore boobs flopping wildly. Thrashing back and forth, she cradled his head until she orgasmed with a long, low wail that threatened to crack the windows. After he finished, he licked her clean, spitting hair from his mouth as he fell back into his chair.

Putting his cock back and zipping up, she sat down on the floor before her desk and looked up at him, her makeup askew. They looked at each other, daring, questioning, wondering.

“You like being spanked,” he began.

“I love being spanked,” she replied.

“You like being abused.”

“I love being abused.”

“You like big dicks.”

“I love big dicks. I worship big dicks. I’d suck your big dick eight days a week.”

“You know, I looked forward to these sessions so much, I can hardly walk over here, my dick’s so hard.”

“Good. I’m glad. You’re nice guy, Mike. I’m on your side. I want you to feel good. Didn’t our sessions help you at work?”

“Yes. I couldn’t take Betty seriously after I finished with you every week. I relaxed, and she didn’t know what to do with me. She’d yell at me, I’d take notes, and give her a damn big stupid smile which unhinged her completely.”

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I was 18 when I learned about Marlene’s fetish. She was a divorced woman that lived a few houses away and was always very friendly. She was 40 or so as I remember, and she was quite attractive. Short feathered hair, a body that was well proportioned and she carried herself quiet well. She had come from Pennsylvania and moved into the area where we lived in southern New York 5 years earlier. She did not have a career it seemed but she taught an art class in her home to adult women who lived in and around the area. She attracted some of the more well to do women who were out for an evening to gab with the others it appeared.

It was spring and a beautiful evening the first time I suspected something odd about her. I remember class at her place letting go and the women were leaving one by one carrying their works of art. Earlier that day the postmaster had dropped off a package at my place that was addressed to her so being the kind neighbor I went down to her place to bring it to her. I entered the opened canlı bahis şirketleri door and walked in. I probably shouldn’t have but the door was open so I figured I could. As I approached the basement I saw a reflection of Marlene dressed in some brown shorts holding a ladder for another woman named Ellie who lived a few houses away. All was normal but the position of Marlene’s face.

As she stood holding the ladder her hands were positioned on the sides, however that dirty woman had her nose only an inch or so from the back of Elaine’s pants. I pulled back to refocus my eyes and when I peeked again there was no mistake, Marlene was smelling the back of Ellie’s pants. Her nose was pushed as close as she could get it to the crack of her taupe dress pants. Her eyes were closed and her own hand was gently caressing her shorts front. I watched for another minute or so and saw Ellie begin to lower herself as if she were coming down the ladder. Marlene pulled back and acted as if nothing was wrong canlı kaçak iddaa as Ellie came down and took her project in hand. Elaine had no idea what Marlene was doing and Marlene and her exchanged niceties and Ellie left.

I walked down as if just arriving and handed Marlene the package. The Crotch her jeans appeared dark as if she had achieved her mission and had an orgasm while exploring Ellie’s pants. I casually left realizing what I had just witnessed and wondered if it was her crotch or ass that got Marlene to orgasm. I started to wonder and began to make sure that when class was in session I was going to be around.

The following week I discovered what this woman was up to and was shocked at what I witnessed. I remember it like it was last week and it was years back. I watched the ladies leave many of which were very attractive and eventually they had all left. I was just about to go back home when I saw Marlene pop out. She was dressed in the same shorts and a green top and she headed canlı kaçak bahis to her car. She left and about an hour (yes I was waiting for her to return) she arrived back home. I noticed she didn’t get right out which made me curious.

I waited in an area where I was unnoticeable. I really had a suspicion something was up. After a good 10 minutes her car door opened the sun was just starting to set. I hid behind some bushes and watched as Marlene rose from the car. She grabbed a bag and closed the door and moved quickly toward her front door. As she walked she stopped for a minute and looked down then ran in the house. I waited until she had closed her door and slowly walked down the street by her house. As I got to her driveway by her front tire lay a mound of soft fresh crap! I was somewhat disgusted but a feeling of perversion set in as I realized that this woman had laid a dump in her shorts and was probably smelling her friends ass for the same reason. I was thinking that if she had made it in with her gift she would have had even a more intense orgasm in her loaded shorts.

There are many more adventures of this woman that I am prepared to share, but I will as the comments come in. If you want it I will supply it. Thank you for reading. Orbump

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Bahamas, Day 6 – Thursday

I awoke the next morning to the sounds of wind blowing through the palm trees outside. After a quick shower, I walked down to the coffee shop up the road, ordered Jessica and I’s usual and picked up some fresh grounds and filters so I could brew some back in the hotel. I returned to the room, with Jessica still sound asleep. I placed her Frappuccino on the nightstand, and walked out to the patio, having a seat in my new favorite chair.

I sat in the cool morning sun for quite a while, allowing Jessica to rest. Eventually, she wakes, giving a big stretch before rising out of the bed. Jessica then puts on a pair of panties, grabs her coffee from the nightstand, then walks out to the patio to join me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I state, watching my sexy girlfriend walk over to the chair next to me and have a seat, leaning back.

“Good morning, love. Sleep good?” Jessica inquired.

“Like a rock.”

“Good.” Jessica continued, “You are going to need your strength for today.”

“Oh yeah? What do you have planned?” I asked.

“We have a lunch date today. With Rey.”

“Oh yeah.”

“You forgot about the potential for another threesome? That’s not something most men forget.”

“Can you blame me? I have had so many firsts lately, I can barely keep up.”

“True. Well, lets finish our coffees, get ready, and head out. We are meeting her down in Nassau at the beach.”

With that, Jessica took a shower, got dressed, and put on her makeup. She put on a blue bikini top with a black bottom and slid into her white sundress. Once ready, we headed out of the hotel, grabbed a second coffee from the shop, and caught a taxi to take us into Nassau, dropping us off at the main entrance to the beach. Jessica found a picnic bench near the opening, so we sat down and waited for Rey to show.

“Is that her?” Jessica asked, pointing to a dark-haired woman up the boardwalk.

I turn my head around and look in the direction she was pointing. I catch a glimpse of a woman who looked familiar, and said, “I think so… Yep. That’s her.”

Rey is now waving at us, and we wave back. Standing up, Jessica reaches her arms out to embrace her new friend.

“How are you two doing? Been exploring a lot?” Rey asked.

We all three started walking down the boardwalk and onto the beach, Jessica catching up Rey on the last few days.

“Seriously!? You two have had quite the vacation! I can’t believe the young woman just stripped off her clothes in front of you both! Then you go to town on her? And you film it? Damn. That is so hot!”

“It was. And that happened the day after we met you.”

“Wow. So, what shenanigans do you two have planned today?”

I spoke up at this point, saying “Well we rather hoped you had an idea. We are the foreigners, after all. This is your island.”

“Way to put me on the spot. Give me a few. I can probably think of something.”

The three of us stopped at a little bar along the beach, ordered some drinks, and sat down in the beach chairs, looking out into the ocean. We sat there, talking about the trip, and consumed our drinks, enjoying the company.

“I’ve got it! I know what we can do!” Exclaimed Rey.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Asked Jessica.

“Let’s go check out some of the other islands. I know my way around, and you two haven’t seen everything the Bahamas has to offer.”

“What do you think, baby?” Jessica asks me.

“Sounds great, but where are we going to rent a boat?”

Rey butts in, “Oh, we don’t need to rent one. I have one.”

“Wonderful! That sounds great!” Said Jessica.

“Then it’s settled. Let’s head to the store, gather some supplies, then head back to my house. We can hop in the boat and explore.”

We stopped by the store, gathered up some lunch and snack foods as well as a bottle of wine, some beer and a bag of ice, then headed to Rey’s house, a lovely little cottage just a block from the beach. We filled her cooler with the ice, food, and drinks, then carried the supplies down to the docks up the street from her house. Her boat was moored there, a nice 20-foot Bayliner, with an open bow and a tower with a wakeboard and skis mounted to it.

“Wakeboarding, huh? I haven’t done that in years!” I said, slightly jealous of the setup.

“How do you think I maintain this body? I certainly don’t get exercise like we got the other night very often. I come out here with a friend all the time. It’s always so much fun.”

“That’s so cool. Honey, we need a boat when we get back home. I want to learn how to ski.” Jessica remarked.

“Do you want to try today? I have the skis here. And It’s actually a lot easier than it looks.”

“Sure!”

“Great. Settled.”

We packed the boat with the supplies and headed out into the water, stopping at a dock to fuel up the boat. The dock looked familiar; with the boat we were in a few days ago just a couple spots down. We grabbed the fuel nozzle from the dockhand and started filling the tank. canlı bahis Rey then started waving to someone up the dock, a shorter, fit blonde girl in her early 20’s.

“Hi Keira! How’s it going?” Rey asked.

“Good, love. How are you?” Keira responded.

“Great. My new friends and I are heading out to do some wakeboarding.”

“Oh, cool. Wait… Jessica? Jason?” Keira asked.

“Hi Keira! Great to see you!” Exclaimed Jessica.

Jessica hopped up onto the deck to give Keira a hug. Keira hugged back, clearly excited to see her again. I’m pretty sure I saw Keira reach around and grab Jessica’s ass.

Rey then interjects, saying, “how do you know each other?”

“We got some snorkeling lessons from her a couple days ago. She showed us this beautiful deserted beach. It was an amazing day!” Jessica said.

“Keira! You showed them the island? I was going to take them there!”

“Sorry, Rey. I had no clue you guys knew each other. If I had, I would have invited you along.”

“What are you doing today, Keira? Are you working?” Jessica asked.

“Actually, I just stopped by to grab a jump drive,” Keira said, giving Jessica and I a wink, “Then I was going to head back home and watch a video or something. No big plans for the day.

Rey jumped on the opportunity. “Well, you should come with us! You can show these two what wakeboarding should look like.”

Keira looked at Jessica and I, and seeing nods of approval from us both, she shrieked and jumped in the air, very excitedly.

“Boat’s all full of gas. Let’s get going!” I said.

The four of us hopped in the boat and pulled from the docks. We moved away from shore, finding a nice section of open water with no other boats around.

“Okay. Who’s up first?” Rey asked.

Jessica spoke up, “Keira, why don’t you go first. Show us how to do this.”

“Okay.” Keira replied. She then grabbed the wakeboard down from the tower while Rey attached the ski rope. Keira grabbed a life vest, strapped it on, and slid into the bindings of the wakeboard. She jumped off the back of the boat, and Rey started trolling the boat forward, tossing Keira the rope.

Once the rope was tight, Keira gave a nod of the head, and Rey hit the throttle. Just like that, Keira was up and out of the water, gliding across the beautiful blue ocean. She turned the board to move to the outside of the wake, then rapidly turned the other direction, hitting the lip of the wake, and soaring into the air, landing perfectly on the other side of the wake.

“Wow! That was incredible!” Jessica cheered on her new friend, shouting and whooping at this sight.

“You haven’t seen the half of it yet!” yelled Rey. “Keep watching!”

We watched Keira for several more jumps, her body manipulating the board and rope in a fluid act of art. Jump after jump, Keira popped off the wake and landed cleanly on the other side. She performed a backflip, a couple spins, and even a board grab. After these tricks, I was going to look like a rookie, but we were enjoying the day. Keira made one final jump, landed, then released the rope, skimming across the water until her momentum eased, sinking gently into the water.

We circled the boat around to pick her up, slowing down and shutting off the boat as we got close. I reeled in the rope and corralled it into a pile on the back deck. Keira slid out of the wakeboard bindings, handed the board to Rey, and climbed on the boat. Jessica went over and gave her a big hug as she stood up.

“That was amazing, Keira! I didn’t know people could do that!” Jessica exclaimed.

“Thanks Jess. I have been working on those moves for years. It takes time to figure this out. Who’s next?”

“Jason, would you like to go next?” asked Rey.

“Sure. I’m definitely not going to show up Keira, but I will give it a go.”

“Just have fun, my love. That’s all that is important.” Jessica told me.

I strapped into the board, slid on a life jacket, and fell off the back of the boat. Keira threw me the rope, and once the rope was tight to the boat, I gave the signal, and Rey hit the throttle. I popped out of the water for a brief second, then fell face-first as I leaned a little too far forward. The ladies circled the boat around, fed me the rope, and we tried again. This time, I managed to stand up, carefully watching my balance. After getting my bearing, I began to move outside the wake and back, but not trying to jump or do any tricks. This went on for a while, and once I had grown tired, I let go of the rope and the ladies swung back and picked me up.

“Good job, baby! That was so cool!” Jessica said as I climbed aboard. She hugged me as I moved toward a seat, pinching my butt.

“Thanks honey. That is such a good workout.”

“Okay, Jessica. Your turn!” Keira said while strapping the wakeboard back on the tower and grabbing the skis.

“Oh, I’m so nervous!” Exclaimed Jessica.

“Don’t be, honey. Just relax. Skiing is a lot easier than wakeboarding. All you have to do is hold on to bahis siteleri the rope, keep the ski tips pointing forward, stand up straight, and lean back. It’s super easy.” Keira instructed.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

Jessica strapped on the life vest that Keira was wearing and sat on the back of the boat, sliding her feet into the ski bindings. Once in, she slid off the back of the boat and into the water. I tossed her the rope, and once it was taught, Rey held the boat at idle for a moment to let Jessica get a feel of the forces now working on her.

“You got this, baby! You can do it!” I shouted from my seat.

“I’m Ready!” Jessica yelled.

At that signal, Rey hit the gas, which was just slightly too much for Jessica to manage. The rope snapped from her hands, and she sunk back into the water.

We circled the boat around, Rey and Keira both gave more directions to Jessica, and we tried again. This time, Jessica held on to the rope, leaned back, and up she shot out of the water.

All three of us on the boat cheered her on. Jessica was skiing for her first time. About few seconds later, she seemed to lose balance, and fell on to her right side, letting go of the rope.

“That was awesome, baby! Great job!” I exclaimed as we circled back, very proud of my love.

“Wow! That was so much fun!” Yelled Jessica.

We gathered the skis, Jessica climbed back on board, and Keira took the drivers seat as Rey strapped into the skis and hopped in the water. I threw her the rope and Keira pulled away.

Rey popped right up on the first shot, clearly showing her expertise. She dipped over the wake, popped in the air a few times, and landed back on her skis. She clearly knew what she was doing, and after a while, grew tired and let go of the rope.

All four of us went a couple more times, with Keira showing her amazing skills, Jessica getting the hang of skiing, Rey switching to boarding, and myself remembering how to do it. After a couple hours of this, we decided to head over to a nearby island so we could grab lunch and have a few drinks.

We motored over to the island, with Rey steering the boat right onto the beach. The front of the boat was pressed into the sand, holding the boat there. Once beached, we grabbed the cooler and some beach towels, and picked a spot under some palm trees to setup our spot.

“That was so much fun! Thank you both for this.” Jessica said, appreciative of her new friends.

“Of course, hon. I live for this!” Keira stated.

“Me too,” replied Rey.

We all sat on the beach for a while, eating our lunch and having a few beers. Once we had our fill, Keira and Rey stood up and started walking down the beach, ducking behind a few palm trees just a little ways away.

“What do you think they are doing?” Jessica asked.

“Probably fucking,” I retorted.

“Jason! Wait, do you really think so?” she asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Why don’t you go find out?”

“That would be so hot. Two young, nubile women, fingering each other out in the sun. I would much like to see that.”

Jessica got up from her towel, reached her hand out to me, and pulled me up. We walked down the beach to see what the girls were up to. Upon approaching, we saw Rey on her knees, her face buried in Keira’s pussy, going to town.

“Damn, that is hot,” exclaimed Jessica.

Both Keira and Rey jumped at our sudden intrusion.

Keira was the first to respond. “Sorry, guys. I was just so horny. I couldn’t wait any more.”

“Well, don’t let us stop you.” I said.

Rey took this to heart, turning her head back and resuming her pussy eating. Keira gave a moan of pleasure, and Jessica walked over to the women and started kissing Keira on the lips. Jessica removed Keira’s top, fondling her breasts while kissing her. I stood there watching, getting very hard, but not wanting this spectacular scene to stop.

Keira moved her hands to Jessica, untying her bikini top, sliding it over her head, and pressing her bottoms down her legs. Keira then moved her fingers to Jessica’s pussy, rubbing her clit.

Jessica told Rey to stand up. Rey acknowledged, stood up, and slipped out of her bikini, then Jessica slid her hand down to Rey’s pussy, pressing one finger inside. Rey then led her hand to Keira, and all three women began fingering each other, using their free hand to explore each other’s bodies.

The three of them worked together to bring each other to orgasm, with Rey eating out Keira, Keira fingering Jessica, and eventually Jessica fingering Rey. The three of them looked so majestic in this lesbian orgy, I slid my shorts off and started stroking my cock. Keira noticed this, and once she had come, directed the other two’s attention towards me. All three of them began to walk towards me, with Jessica approaching first, dropping to her knees, and wrapping her mouth around my cock. Keira and Rey approached on either side of Jessica, and started touching my body, rubbing their hands over my chest and down my sides. Keira bahis şirketleri directed my hand down her body to her mound and pushed it down farther until my fingers were pressing into her pussy. Rey followed suit, and the four of us were there, feeling each other’s bodies and giving each other pleasure.

“Jesus Christ, I must be dreaming,” I said, “I must be dreaming.”

“I assure you, you are not.” Keira whispered in my ear, taking a nibble on my earlobe.

Pressure was building from within me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I signaled for Jessica to slow down, so she pulled my cock from her mouth and stood up. Keira and Rey then took action, moving their attention from me to Jessica. The three of them started making out, feeling up each other’s bodies, and then Keira grabbed their hands and started walking, leading them back to the towels. Jessica grabbed me by the dick and pulled me along, guiding my movements to follow.

When back at the towels, Jessica laid down on the towels, and Keira positioned herself between Jessica’s legs. Keira began eating out my girlfriend. Jessica began moaning in pleasure.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. That’s it. Rey, come here. Sit on my face.” Jessica exclaimed, pure ecstasy flowing through her body.

Rey moved on her command, kneeling down over her, lowering her pussy to Jessica’s mouth. Jessica moved her head up to meet and began licking her pussy. Immediately, Rey started moaning.

I sat back for a brief moment to watch this. My beautiful woman being eaten out by a beautiful blond, and eating out a beautiful brunette. The sight was something else.

Keira motioned for me to come closer, and as I did, she grabbed my cock and started jerking it. She then signaled for me to move behind her. I looked at Jessica for approval, but she was occupied with Rey. I then moved behind Keira, and Keira reached through her legs and grabbed my cock, positioning it right at her pussy lips. Keira pulled me close, pushing the head to her slit. She let out a moan, which caught Jessica’s attention. Jessica Looked down towards us, saw me behind Keira, and smiled. This was all the approval I needed.

I placed my hands on Keira’s hips, and pressed my hips towards her. My cock slid inside Keira, the third different pussy I felt on this trip. I pressed as deep as I could go, and once all the way in, Keira gave a slight jump forward, pressing her mouth harder into Jessica.

For the next several minutes, there was nothing but moaning and other sounds of pleasure escaping us, the four of us enjoying this little orgy. While fucking Keira from behind, I looked up and saw Rey squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and saw her tense up, my woman giving her a fantastic orgasm. This set off a chain of pleasure, with Jessica the next to let go. She moaned so loud, giving in to the pleasure. I had never heard her moan so loud, which sent me up to the edge, passing over when I felt Keira’s pussy tightening on my cock. I pulled out of Keira, unwilling to cum inside of her, and shot my load across her back. A few spurts actually shot all the way to Jessica, landing on her stomach. Keira finished herself off while I came, moaning into Jessica’s pussy. The four of us just had big orgasms, and when we were done, we all collapsed onto the towels, waves of pleasure flowing through us.

Jessica shifted over to me, placing her head on my chest. Keira and Rey followed suit, placing their heads on my other shoulder and my stomach. I was the pillow for three beautiful women and reveled in every moment. We all laid there for a while, soaking up the sun and relaxing in the cool breeze.

“I just thought of something,” announced Rey, breaking the silence between us, “This isn’t the same island you three were on a couple days ago. This island gets a lot more traffic. I wonder if anyone saw us?”

“Huh. I hadn’t thought of that,” said Keira, “Well, if they did, they got a good show.”

“Hear hear,” I said, taking a deep breath, “That was one hell of a show.”

“Yeah. Good performance. Oscar winning, if I say so myself,” said Jessica, her heart rate returning to normal. “Damn ladies, that was awesome. How have I not explored other women in my past?”

“Don’t know, but you do work like a seasoned pro.” Said Rey.

Jessica smiled, sat up, and kissed Rey on the forehead. Then leaned over and did the same to Keira, then up and kissed me on the lips.

We all laid there for a little while longer, and after our pleasure had subsided, we all drank another beer, and waded into the ocean, the ladies splashing each other and giggling and laughing. After a few minutes of fun, we put our bathing suits back on, hopped back in the boat, and took off from the island. On the way back, Keira got back on the wakeboard, jumping and flipping her way around, and as we approached the main island, she climbed back in and we docked back at our starting point.

Once we cleaned up our mess from the boat, we were walking down the dock, myself carrying the much lighter cooler, and the ladies carrying the towels and other supplies. It was now approaching dinner time, so we all agreed to head back to our own places, freshen up, and meet back downtown for a night on the town, starting with dinner.

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Pam’s attention was attracted by a man who walked by her, holding the arm of an attractive young lady. He was wearing tight, sharp slacks with razor sharp creases and a loose, white shirt. His ass looked fantastic.

“Oh my,” Pam said quietly to herself.

What she wouldn’t do to get her hands on his lovely, sculpted cheeks. She watched him walk away. He had a broad back to go with his tight ass. She would have bet he had a long, thick cock as well. She turned to Steve who was standing beside her. He hadn’t noticed that she was looking at another guy’s ass because he was gawking at the huge tits of a young lady walking by on his left. She slapped him on his arm.

“What?” he said.

“Quit staring at her tits,” Pam hissed quietly. “You embarrass me.”

“But they’re so big.”

“That doesn’t mean she wants you staring at them.”

“Then why’s she wearing such a tight top?”

Pam shrugged. She didn’t know. She dressed like that herself when she wanted guys to look at her. Maybe that woman loved her tits and wanted everyone to know.

“You don’t have to embarrass me by staring at her,” she said.

“Sorry, Jesus,” he said.

They walked on quietly a little further. Pam stopped to look at a stuffed bear in one of the shop windows.

“Isn’t that so cute?” she said adoringly.

“Yeah. Real cute,” Steve said, looking around with disinterest.

Pam bent at her waist to get a better view of the toy bear. It was big and fluffy and brown with a cute, black nose. She wanted Steve to buy it for her.

She bent a little steeper. Something touched her ass. She almost straightened up, assuming that she had stuck her ass out too far and was blocking the aisle, but then she realized it was a hand on her right cheek, caressing gently. She smiled to herself, pleased that Steve was touching her in such a tender way. Her ass was beautifully outlined in a tight skirt and she was glad she wasn’t wearing panties. She looked up at him. He was standing just to her left, looking in the direction of the Toy store. Both of his hands were in his pockets.

Pam looked over her right shoulder as she slowly straightened. Standing beside her was another man, shorter than she was, with a long nose. He was looking in a window off to his right. His hand was on her ass. He looked at her. He was older than Pam realized, maybe in his late thirties. He smiled at her briefly, took his hand away, and walked off. She could still feel the warm sensation of his palm on the cheek of her ass.

“Did you see that?” Pam said.

“See what?”

“That pervert had his hand on my ass.”

She was trying to follow him through the crowd, but he was too short and moved too quick. She lost him entirely.

“I can’t blame the guy. You have one great looking ass.” He stood behind her and put both hands on her ass, one on each cheek. She felt his hard cock brushing against her ass. “Let’s get out of here. I’m really horny for you.”

“Not yet,” Pam said. “I’ve still got some shopping to do.”

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. It reminded her of a little boy throwing a tantrum.

“Come on, let’s go,” Pam said.

She took his hand off her ass and pulled him along, deliberately heading in the opposite direction.

For the rest of the day, Steve was terribly intolerant of Pam’s shopping. He was obviously anxious to get out of there, and his impatience completely annoyed Pam. Finally, looking through some lingerie she thought might interest him, she had put up with enough and finally agreed to go get something to eat, at least.

They went to one of the restaurants in the mall, the Smiling Irishman, a favorite of Steve’s because of the low beer prices. Just before they went in, Steve stopped.

“Here, hold on to this. I’ll be right back,” Steve said, and handed his varsity jacket to Pam.

“Where are you going?” Pam said.

“I just thought of a CD I want to buy.”

“Why do you wait until now?” Pam said, but he was already gone.

Frustrated, she put on the big, heavy jacket. She would wait for him, but she hoped he wasn’t going to be too long.

Standing outside the restaurant, in a darkened little grotto outside the door, she checked her face and hair in a mirror on the cigarette machine, then leaned against the wall to read bahis firmaları the menu. She was amused at the selection if Mexican/American food at an Irish bar. However, she did like enchiladas and the description of the enchilada on the menu sounded delicious.

She felt Steve behind her, and just in time, too. She was getting hungry. He placed his hand comfortably on her ass.

“I’m starving,” Pam said, still examining the menu.

Steve pushed his hips against her from behind, and shoved the ridge of his cock between her buns. His hands pulled her skirt up her thighs a few inches. She pushed her ass out. His cock felt right at home rubbing along the crack of her ass. Pam turned to him, her wide, blue eyes flashing a surprised look to say, “Take me, I’m yours”, but it wasn’t Steve behind her. It was the short guy who had touched her ass earlier. She almost screamed, but Steve’s big hand came down on his shoulder and yanked him away.

“You got some kind of problem?” Steve growled at him in an almost neanderthalic way.

The nerdy looking guy shook his head nervously. His glasses slid down his nose and he hastily shoved them back up.

“Is this the guy that touched your ass before?” Steve asked Pam.

“Yes,” Pam said, but she was afraid of what Steve was going to do to the poor guy now that she had accused him.

“You like her ass so much?” he snarled.

The guy looked awfully frightened. He frightened Pam as well.

Steve looked around. He seemed to find what he was looking for, because he grabbed the small guy by his shoulders and started to drag him away.

“Come on,” he said to Pam.

She followed him obediently across the hall, past some startled shoppers, down one of the little used hallways where some of the offices were closed and locked up. He found a short, darkened hallway that dead-ended at a doorway and brutally shoved the guy in.

“You like her ass that much, you pervert?” Steve growled again.

His teeth were clenched together and his eyes were almost glowing. The short man was so frightened he couldn’t say anything. Steve grabbed Pam roughly and pressed her face-first against the wall.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Pam cried.

Her hands were spread against the wall. Her cheek was pressed against the cold surface and she watched the stranger staring back at them. Somehow she felt pity for him.

“Look at her ass,” Steve commanded. “Look at it.”

The stranger’s eyes went down to her rear. Steve’s strong hands were caressing her, roughly squeezing her flesh. Despite her fear and apprehension, Pam was getting turned on in some perverse way. With his foot, Steve kicked her legs apart, like a cop accosting a criminal. His hand slipped up under the bottom of her short, tight skirt and rubbed the inside of her thigh.

“She’s got the best ass you’ll ever see,” Steve growled.

The short stranger was so stunned he could only watch. Pam watched him in return. Steve’s hand stroked way up her thigh. She was trembling with fear and excitement and breathing heavy. She had no idea what he was going to do. But she hoped he fucked her. She would prefer that he did that by far over beating the shit out of this poor man staring at her ass.

Steve hooked his fingers under the snug hem of the skirt and slowly pulled it all the way up over her hips.

“Oh yes. Oh yes,” Pam whispered.

When the stranger saw that Pam wasn’t wearing panties, his eyes practically bugged out of his head. Steve’s hands caressed her cheeks again and she closed her eyes.

“You want to fuck her ass, don’t you?” Steve barked.

She imagined the stranger helplessly nodding his head. She began to wiggle her ass. She was really getting turned on by all this. She couldn’t believe it. This poor jerk was standing only a few feet away, watching it all happen and she was getting turned on by it.

“Give me your purse,” Steve said.

She didn’t move to give it to him but he started digging through it anyway. She didn’t know what he would want in there, but she let him go through it anyway.

“There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you fuck her ass,” Steve started telling the guy. “But you’re going to watch me do it.”

With her eyes closed, Pam smiled at the idea, but it wasn’t until she felt him kaçak iddaa spread her ass cheeks apart and smear cold grease on her asshole that she realized he was serious about it. Her eyes snapped open and she froze.

“Steve, are you crazy?” she whispered.

She was looking directly at the stranger. Her was looking right at her bare ass. Steve had removed from her purse the tube of KY jelly she carried. He was smearing a big glob of the stuff on her tender hole. She heard his zipper go down.

“Oh my God,” Pam whispered.

She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Steve had lost, she was sure. She closed her eyes again and remained very still. He was going to fuck her.

All of them were very quiet, except for the heavy breathing she could hear from herself, Steve and even the stranger. Like a distant dream, she could hear the sounds of the mall filtering toward them down the empty hallway. Her own breathing was ragged and weak. She could feel it warming the wall against her cheek.

The next thing she felt were Steve’s hands spreading her ass and the head of his cock touching her greasy asshole. He brutally shoved it into her.

“Ow,” Pam groaned. “Damn it, that hurts.”

It felt beautiful, but painful as hell. Steve held her hips with both and hands shoved it all the way into her. He was grunting like a wolf as he pumped fast and hard. Pam was groaning herself, almost ready to faint. She opened her eyes and watched the stranger’s face. The guy was hypnotized while Steve pumped. He was nearly drooling.

Steve did not spend too much time being gentle or attempting to satisfy her. He was merely putting on a show to scare this guy, which was fine with Pam, but she was extremely disappointed when he started to cum inside her while she was in the middle of enjoying a good, hard, exciting fuck. She wasn’t even close to an orgasm when he pulled his cock out. She felt a tremendous letdown, especially since she was still buzzing with excitement. There was a roar in her ears that wouldn’t go away. She didn’t even pay attention when Steve stuffed his cock back into his pants and told the guy to get the hell out of there. She was aware that the guy was gone, but she hadn’t seen him run off.

Pam turned away from the wall. She had to hold it to stay up. Her legs were trembling and weak and she was a little bit dizzy. She tried to pull her skirt down with her free hand.

“Are you ok?” Steve said, holding her by her arm. “What’s wrong?”

Smiling coyly into his eyes, Pam latched onto him. Her eyes seemed to melt into his, as if she were reading his thoughts. She slipped her right knee between his legs and rubbed her warm, moist crotch on his thigh. She nuzzle her face in his neck.

“I want you to fuck me some more,” she whispered in a low, husky voice.

In an instant her tongue was in his mouth, struggling to find his tongue. She put her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. Steve slipped both hands up her slender rib cage and hefted her tits with his fingers.

“Would you like to cum in my mouth?” she panted.

“Are you going to blow me?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see you do it,” he said.

He pushed her down to her knees and she parted his legs. He leaned back against the wall and watched her. She looked back up at him from down on her knees, still smiling, while her hands roamed over the front of his pants. He had zipped them back up, but his cock was still hard inside.

Steve glanced around to make sure no one could see them doing this. It wasn’t that he cared about getting caught. It was just that he didn’t want anyone to stop Pam before she got started. She gave head better than any girl he had ever known, and he had shot his wad on many girl’s faces.

Pam unzipped his pants again and pulled them down to get his cock back out. It appeared in front of her as if it had been waiting all this time, knowing that she would be there for it if it was patient. She stared at the big, purplish head before her eyes and ran her hand down the long shaft. It was still warm and covered with the grease Steve had used to shove it in her asshole. She was shaking with desire as she raised the head to her lips and placed the tip of her tongue on his cock. The grease had a unique taste. She kissed it tenderly, smothering kaçak bahis it with her fat lips. The grease smeared all over her lips.

Steve pushed the thick head against her mouth until her lips parted and took it in. He closed his eyes and sighed as her warm, soft, saliva-thick mouth engulfed him. It felt so good he had to hold his breath in an effort not to cry out. Her tongue worked furiously over the end of it. Her head bobbed rapidly. She made little happy, contented noises deep in her throat. She pulled her head back and let his dick slide out slowly between her lightly clenched teeth, then nibbled the head gently.

She started sucking hard and it felt so good it made her forget all about the pervert. She just wanted to taste Steve’s flesh and lick him a little. She slid most of the long shaft in and out between her wet, greasy lips with the dreamiest expression on her face. Her eyes were closed in rapture.

Steve was breathing heavily when she put it in her mouth. While she sucked she cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them like marbles. His hands were tangled through her thick hair as his dick moved in and out of her mouth. He wanted to enjoy the pleasure of shooting his sperm in her mouth. It always felt so good. Looking down in the dim light, he could see her pink tongue poking out past her lips, licking along the side his shaft. He could feel the head slide right down her throat as her tongue licked.

Pam was talking while she sucked, but her words smothered by the huge prick. He held his breath and listened to her praise the size of his dick.

“Oh, Steve,” she murmured. “It’s so nice. I want your cum in my mouth.”

“I got plenty to give you,” he said.

He was going to cum hard. With his hands on either side of her head, he stopped her from bobbing up and down. Unprepared for anything so sudden, Pam was caught completely off guard when he roughly jammed his cock way down her throat, holding her face pressed against his groin and bucking his hips with short, quick thrusts. His cock was wedged way down in her throat and her mouth was filled with the shaft, which rubbed the tender skin at the very back of her mouth like a feather tickling her throat, which made her gag terribly. This excited Steve immensely. Pam’s struggles to free herself from this predicament made him orgasm and his thick cum squirted straight down her esophagus, giving her an even greater need to cough.

He could see her throat muscles moving rapidly to swallow the sperm and he felt her tongue licking around his shaft. He finally let her up and she pulled her head back to draw the cock out of her throat so she could breath again. It fell out of her mouth and she coughed fitfully. His cock hung in front of her face, dripping with saliva and mucous and cum. Pam swallowed the last of his cum that was in her mouth then licked it off her lips. She looked up at him. He could see the glaze of cum on her lips. She shivered with delight when she was finished.

He helped her rise to her feet on her weak, shaky legs. She was giggling like she was drunk, which she was. Drunk with excitement and anticipation. He reached into the varsity jacket she was wearing, ripped open the front of her blouse and grabbed her tit.

“Are you raping me?” she asked, giggling excitedly.

She was stroking his wet cock. She had lifted her leg to stroke his hips with the inside of her thigh and held the end of his cock so it touched her cunt. Their bodies were pressed together tightly, face to face, like they were bundled together with ropes. Her big, firm breasts flattened against his hard chest. Her demure, innocent smile set off his broad, nasty grin. He squeezed her waist in his arm, squeezed her tit in his other hand, and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss with all the passion she had stored up, burning with the fire she felt deep in her body.

“Do it to me right,” Pam whispered. “And don’t spill a drop.”

Steve laughed and raised her on her tip-toes until his cock was pointed up her cunt. He let her down easy. She came back down with her thighs outside his hips and his cock easing past her greasy lips, right into her cunt. She clenched her teeth together and groaned. His big shoulders were tight in her clenched hands and his arms were as hard as steel posts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his. She writhed in his tight grip, her small, trim body penetrated by his thick cock.

This one will be hard to explain, she thought, smothering Steve’s face with her lips.

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Angela and I had been together for over a year when we decided that we’d try making our relationship ‘open.’ That meant that we could each fuck other people, as long as we were always open about it, and no one got jealous.

The night we made that decision, I went out to a party without her at a buddy of mine’s.

It was a house-party, and there were people everywhere, some spilling out into the summer night air onto the patio out back, and some out front, on the lawn, on the steps. My buddy whose house it was, Raul, had a wicked music collection and that night, smooth beats were playing continuously over the expensive speaker system that he had. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and the vibes felt real good.

Throughout the course of the evening, I met a hot teenaged babe there named Miranda. She was eighteen, dressed up quite slutty, and I was pretty confident that I was gonna get my dick wet with her that night if I played my cards right. Her body was amazing. She had long brown hair, was wearing loads of black mascara and eyeliner, had glossy pink lips, a fake tan (bordering on the color orange) and I think she had fake tits. The thought of fresh pussy, as much as I totally loved and was hot for Angela, was so enthralling and exciting to me after over a year of monogamy, that I could hardly wait to get my cock inside this girl’s panties. I hoped she had a completely clean-shaved pussy like Angela’s, because I fucking love that.

I bumped into Miranda coming back from the bathroom in the hallway upstairs, and we stopped there and stood together. She smiled sexily at me, making my dick lengthen in my pants, and then there was a slight moment of silence. The throbbing bass of the smooth trip-hop was at a good volume and could be felt throughout the house, in the walls, the floor, inside us…

She leaned in and said softly in my ear, ‘Let’s dance, baby.’

I smiled as she slowly turned around with feline movement. She modeled her tight, teen ass for me, in her short pink miniskirt. My dick was hard in my pants now, and yearning to be illegal bahis inside the bitch.

‘You’re one smoking-hot babe, do you know that?’ I said quietly, staring at her slowly undulating ass.

‘So I’m told,’ she answered shamelessly, smiling and giving me a wink over her shoulder. She stripper-danced sensuously for me to the beats, making my cock nearly bust in my pants right then and there, and then slowly backed her ass up and pressed its soft cheeks right onto my hard cock beneath my jeans. Oh yes, the feel of her ass was nearly too much, even through her miniskirt! I stepped back and rested my back against the wall, thrusting my dick forwards, as she danced her soft, sexy ass back and forth on my desperately hard cock. I thrust rhythmically back against her pussy through my jeans in time with her thrusts.

‘Take me right here and now,’ she whimpered, and I giddily felt almost like we were acting in our own porno. She pulled her miniskirt up, exposing her bare, soft, smooth young ass. Underneath, she just had on a skimpy neon-green colored thong which did next to nothing to conceal her sweet, smooth-waxed asshole and drooling, smooth-waxed teen pussy. I couldn’t wait to see her pussy from the front to see if it was totally waxed-smooth, which is how I like it. But it was fucking sexy from the back alright.

I freed my cock from my jeans and slid it onto her slippery slit next to her thong.

‘Ooooh yeah!’ she cooed in the sexiest girlish voice you ever heard, as I slid my cock-head up and down her slit and asshole from behind, preparing to fuck her.

She reached back and peeled her thong down past her ass, and whispered desperately, ‘Slide that big cock in my pussy, stud!’

I placed my cock-head onto the opening of her hot, wet young pussy, grabbed her soft, sexy ass in both my hands, and pushed forwards. My dick slid easily all the way up the slut’s wet, loose cunt to the hilt, until my balls rested on the back of her thighs.

‘Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me, baby!’ she urged. ‘Squeeze my titties!’

I reached around her, under her illegal bahis siteleri fishnet top and sports bra, and grabbed her big, firm tits as I began fucking her young cunt with my cock.

Her boobs felt so fucking good in my hands, and they were definitely fake. And obviously my cock felt fucking amazing sliding in and out of her teen-cunt; she was so fucking wet! Miranda was the first girl other than Angela that I’d been with in over a year and it was fucking thrilling.

The sound of my dick fucking her wet hole, my balls slapping against her pussy, my hips slapping against her ass, and her sweet, sexy moans, were all in time with the smooth, throbbing trip-hop that could be felt all around us.

We fucked in the hallway like that for a few songs until she said she wanted to suck my dick.

She slid her wet fuck-hole off of my cock, dripping cunt-juice on the floor, spun ’round, and knelt down in front of me, grabbing my dick and immediately staring to suck hard on it with those glossy, teen lips.

‘Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…’ she moaned with my fuck-stick down her hot throat.

Oh, fuck! was all I could think. It was fucking amazing. I wanted to fuck her brown-hole, but wasn’t sure if she’d be game.

‘That’s my mouth and pussy, so far. You gonna make my other hole feel left out?’ she teased pouting like a slut, in an apparent act of reading my mid.

‘I wanna fuck you ass so bad, babe!’ I admitted.

We quickly shuffled into a tiny guest room where Miranda sat facing me on top of a big, sturdy chest of drawers.

‘Spread your legs, slut,’ I said lustfully, my dick pointing straight up towards her.

She complied, totally exposing, to my delight, her totally waxed-smooth teen cunt.

‘Go easy up my ass at first…’ she said.

Then she guided the tip of my rock-hard cock into the sexy brown opening of her hot, tight, teen shit-tunnel.

‘Fuck my ass!’ she urged breathily once it was in place.

I slowly slid my cock-head up her asshole and she let out a gentle moan, ‘Ooooooh! Yes, fuck my canlı bahis siteleri asshole!’

I grabbed both her tits as I eased my hips forwards, my cock sliding all the way up her tight chute.

‘God-damn!’ I muttered as I savored the fresh feeling of the babe’s hot, tight teen asshole around my dick.

‘Oooh! Oooh! Fuck me now!’ she whimpered, her ass having quickly relaxed around my rod.

I did just that, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed and intensity, until finally, I was pounding her asshole as hard and as fast as I could with my cock.

‘Oooooooooh! Oooooooooh!’ she was wailing in ecstasy, not quite over the loud volume of the throbbing beats.

She reached down with both her hands, and spread her cunt open wide-to-the-max for me to see as I fucked her asshole.

‘Ooooooh, shit! I’m gonna cum!’ she cried after a while of me pounding her up the shit-hole.

I fucking rammed my dick quickly in and out of the slut’s hot, tight little brown-hole like a madman, starring down at her spread-wide-open cunt, and holding her young thighs wide apart. Her fake boobs were flopping up and down with my every thrust up her tight bum.

Until she finally cried, ‘Oooooooooooooh!’ cumming hard, her asshole spasming around my cock, her spread-wide-open pussy gushing all over the place.

‘Can I cum in your pussy, baby?’ I made sure.

‘Fuck yes, baby, do it! Cum in my fucking pussy, baby!’

I switched holes, began fucking her cunt, and it wasn’t long before I was grunting and shooting a huge, hot load deep up into her sweet, hot, velvety teen womb.

We didn’t linger, we were both happily fucked and satisfied by then. We kissed and cleaned ourselves up a bit before rejoining the party downstairs.

People were all giving us knowing smiles, and we knew we’d been heard downstairs.

‘Buddy!’ Raul said to me, then more quietly so as not to be overheard by anyone, ‘How was she, man? You fuck that ass?’

‘Hey fuck you man!’ I answered my friend smiling, ‘I don’t kiss-and-tell. Thanks for the wicked party. I gotta get going, man.’

He smiled and said he’d see me later.

I said goodbye to Miranda and told her to call me anytime. She was glowing. Though I didn’t really think she’d call, you never know. We kissed one last time, and I left.

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