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My name is Sam and I think I have the best job in the world. I am the accountant at a distribution company that also has a call center. I guess I am the closest thing to a CFO that the company has. My department consists of me. I occasionally have some help from one of the office girls.

The call center is all female, varying between 25 and 30 women. I have come to consider it my personal harem. Let me explain. Many years ago I had a relationship with one of the call center women. Her name is not important, she left the company almost three years ago. She used to visit me in my private office for sessions in the afternoon.

After she left I was approached by another woman. She was nervous and embarrassed but she finally made it clear that she wanted to replace the woman who just left. I took her up on it, and she visited me once or twice a week for some time.

I have an old couch in my office that I brought in from home. It was one of those hide-a-bed things where it folds out into a bed. I did not expect to ever use it as a bed when I donated it to the company. I just wanted a comfortable place to sit. It was perfect for my office trysts.

When the second woman left the company the same thing happened. I was approached by another woman, almost as if she was applying for the position. The gossip network among the women was to blame. They must all talk about who I am screwing at the time. When the position opens up, someone jumps at the chance to be next. What a life.

I want to make it clear that I am not the Manager or Supervisor or Boss of these women in any way. They are not being coerced into sex with me, and they cannot benefit by it with pay raises or promotions. If anything I think I am the one being used.

My current girlfriend is a forty-three year old woman which is my age as well. She is not a super-model but she is attractive. Her name is Nancy.

I should point out that my preference is anal sex, and I have taught all of these ladies to take it up the ass. When a new woman takes over the position she is obviously expecting it that way and anticipating it. The gossip network again, no doubt. The ladies must giggle and talk about it at lunch. The only women that might approach me are the ones who are curious about taking it in the ass. I don’t have to talk them into it.

I don’t pursue them or try to seduce them. They come to me.

For example, when I first got together with Nancy and I opened up the bed, she took off her jeans and panties and laid face-down on the bed. I didn’t ask her too but she reached back and spread her butt to reveal her asshole.

A nice light-brown tiny asshole. My cock reacted to this by getting hard as a rock. I climbed up over her and lined my cock up with her asshole. When I pushed the head in she squealed and squirmed but she didn’t ask me to stop.

It was obviously her first time. I wondered how she could have reached forty-three and never been fucked in the ass. Lucky for me, I like to be first.

I pushed all the way up her ass and began to fuck her. I went slowly to be considerate of her. She whimpered softly as I worked my cock in and out. My cock is not ready for the porn business, but it is larger than average. Mostly longer, over eight inches.

She acted like she was uncomfortable, and I thought she might tell me to stop. But when I blew my load into her belly she was hooked on anal sex. From then on that is all we did except for a few times when she sucked me off. I never once fucked her in her vagina, and she never asked me too. Why would I want to fuck her cunt that looked like an axe wound when her asshole is like a teenagers?

So to get to the point of my story, one afternoon as we were going at it there was a surprise. I heard the sound of my door opening up, and there stood a new girl with the company named Joyce. I tried to get eye contact with her but she was staring intently at my cock as it slid in and out of Nancy’s asshole.

I gestured at her to get the hell out of there but she ignored me. Nancy finally realized what was happening and jumped up, pulling my cock out of her ass. She was furious and embarrassed at the same time, and pulled her panties and jeans on and bolted out the door. I was angry too, this was her fault. She failed to lock the office door.

I stood there with my hard-on swinging and swaying, and Joyce continued to stare at it.

I said, “Please come in and close the door behind you.”

She did so, and I said, “What are you doing looking into my private office?”

She answered, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wanted to see what was happening.”

“See what was happening? It was kind of private and personal, don’t you think?”

She stared at the floor and blushed.

“I was kind of enticed into doing it. Some of the ladies talk about you, and they dared me to peek on you. I was just supposed to take a quick look and then leave.”

After a moment or two of silence she went on.

“I was shocked and embarrassed at first, but then I became fascinated casino şirketleri by it. I never knew it would go in that way. I couldn’t take my eye off of it.”

“Well, you had your fun. Now I am suffering because I didn’t get to finish.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed with my stiff cock standing straight up and said, “What am I going to do with this?”

She gazed at it again, longingly.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

More awkward silence.

She approached me, and said “Maybe I can help. I don’t want you to suffer. It seems to be the least I can do.”

It was clear that she was aroused and not just being kind.

She knelt in front of me, and said, “Can I touch it?”

I nodded my head, and she tentatively grasped the shaft. Her tiny hand and delicate, slender fingers made my cock look enormous. My eight and a half inches looked even bigger than that.

She began to stroke it and she knew how to do it. She stared at it right in front of her face as she jacked me off.

It didn’t take long at all, and a geyser of cum shot up in the air and fell back down on her hand and arm and all over my balls. As close as she was to me she was lucky she didn’t get it on her face.

With a surprised look on her face she said, “Oh, gosh!”

I was breathing like a Rhino that just ran a mile.

When I calmed down she said, “Now I’m sorry again for making such a mess. I didn’t expect that much.”

“I guess I can try to clean it up a little.”

She licked and sucked the cum off her fingers and hand, and licked it off my balls which tickled. There was a gob on the head of my cock which she slurped off and swallowed with a gulp.

She was not just being considerate, she wanted to taste it.

She got up and sat down beside me, and we talked for a while.

I said, “Thank you for doing that. You are very kind.”

“I wanted to give you some relief.”

Then blushing she added, “I kind of liked it anyway”

“Your penis is very big. I have never seen one so long. Your testicles are big too. That must be why you produced so much stuff.”

I gave her a sheepish grin.

“No really, I am still amazed that you could get it all the way up her, umm, you know.”

“It stretches more than you think. After the first time it goes right in.”

“But it had to be all the way up in her insides, in her stomach.”

“Yes, that’s right. But she wasn’t complaining, was she?”

She thought about that for a while, and then said, “I have to get back to work. Goodbye.”

She let herself out, and I thought that would be that. I was hoping I hadn’t messed things up with her. She is the prettiest young girl I have ever had the opportunity to hook up with. I know she is old enough or she wouldn’t be employed here, but she looks like a teenager.

Two days later I got a nice surprise. At about four in the afternoon she knocked on my door and I let her in. This time I locked the door.

We sat and talked for a while. She didn’t say why she was here, and I didn’t press her.

Eventually she got to the point. I realized she wanted to apply for the position of fuck-buddy.

“I have been thinking about what happened the other day. In fact I can’t get my mind off it. You must have a lot of experience with that kind of sex. You clearly know how to do it.”

She continued, “I am embarrassed and ashamed of myself.”

She was blushing and fidgeting and staring at the floor.

“But I would like to try it. I want to experience it.”

I thought I should be the mature one and give her some advice.

“Have you ever talked about it with your boyfriend? Most guys will jump at the chance to try it.”

She blushed with shame but continued, “I really don’t have any boyfriend I would be interested in doing it with.”

I waited through some painful silence for her to continue.

“I saw the way you were doing it to Nancy. I want you to do it to me that way. I’m ashamed and humiliated, but I can’t help myself. I can’t sleep at night, I just fantasize about feeling you in me that way.”

I waited a while with her twisting in the wind.

“Joyce, I will be happy to do that for you. But you have to trust me.”

She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no either.

“You don’t have to undress, just pull your jeans and panties down a little and lay on the bed.”

I opened up the fold-out bed from the couch and gestured to it.

She obeyed me and got onto the bed, and I pulled my pants and briefs off. My cock was stiff already as I looked at her slender young body on my bed, jeans down to her knees and the prettiest butt I have ever seen waiting for me.

She whispered, “Just do it half-way in please.”

“Sure” I lied.

“Help me by spreading your butt for me.”

The view was priceless. Her little pink asshole right above her open and moist pussy. Her pussy was like a spring flower, not the hairy fish-market of my older ladies.

I knelt between her legs and touched her asshole with my tongue. casino firmalari She flinched and then quivered with pleasure. I tongue-fucked her asshole, getting my tongue as far in as I could. All of my previous lady friends had nasty looking assholes and I never did that to them.

I purposely put as much saliva as I could in and on her asshole. I climbed aboard and touched her asshole with the head of my cock.

She flinched but held still.

I pushed but it wouldn’t go in.

I lowered my aim and it slid up her vagina easily.

“I just want to get some of your lubrication.”

Her vagina was as tight as my ex Nancy’s asshole.

I pulled my cock out and slid my middle finger in to get it slippery. Then I pushed the finger slowly up her asshole, all the way. She whimpered a little but I think she liked it.

To make sure I had enough lubrication on my cock I put it back in her vagina.

I worked it in and out a few times, and then moved back to her butt-hole.

This time the head went in, stretching her anus to the limit.

“OW!”

“Relax, just let it happen.”

She held still while I eased it up her ass slowly.

When my balls pressed against her butt I stopped for a moment.

“I thought you were only going to shove half of it in me”

“Do you want me to pull some out?”

She quietly said, “No.”

“I just didn’t think it would go in me that far. It’s filling me up.”

“It was a little uncomfortable at first. But now it’s not.”

What came next was the best fuck of my life. Her asshole was tight but as more and more of my seminal fluid leaked out of me I gave her longer, lubricated strokes.

She was in compete submission with her eyes closed and breathing softly.

She let go of her butt-cheeks and they closed on my cock. As it slid in and out the soft cheeks pressed against the sides of it, adding to my pleasure.

She was as beautiful as a lingerie model, face-down with my cock sliding in and out of her butt-crack. I wanted to last forever but I couldn’t. About a few minutes was all I could do. She was completely submissive as my balls slapped against her wet pussy lips.

I stopped all the way in and grunted like an animal.

My cock throbbed and twitched and I ejaculated like a teenager.

Her eyes snapped open with a surprised look which changed to curious fascination.

“God, it’s going into my stomach.”

My semen spurted and squirted into her while she concentrated on feeling it fill her like a warm enema. Then I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then I pulled my stiff hard-on out of her ass, and we laid side-by-side.

She whispered, “I will never be the same.”

“That’s the idea. From now on you will want it this way. Most women discover that it is the most erotic and intimate way to have sex.”

We snuggled for a while.

She started to act restless, and she sat up.

She said, “I’m cramping a little.”

With a panicked look in her eyes she said, “I have to go!”

Then she got up, pulled her jeans up, and abruptly left.

She was out the door in a flash.

I guess she decided anal was not for her. Could have fooled me, I thought she loved it, especially the huge cum-load I pumped into her.

I thought I would never see her again.

I had a pleasant surprise.

Two days later she returned. I was very glad to see her.

She jumped right in, no guilt or modesty.

“I am so sorry for running out on you like that. I was suddenly afraid that I might have an accident that would be very embarrassing. I thought it might force its way out of me like an enema and make a mess. I went to the ladies room and sat on the toilet for about fifteen minutes, waiting for the stuff to gush out of me. It didn’t. Just a little bit oozed out.”

“I got up and put on my jeans, but I just put my panties in my pocket.”

“For the rest of the day I walked around with a river trickling down my leg. The fragrant aroma caused several women to look at me strangely, either with disapproval or envy.”

“I ran into Nancy in the ladies lunchroom. She is angry with me. She said to me are you Sam’s girl now?”

“Then she got right up in my face and said something really nasty.”

“Do you like to be cornholed? I can smell it on you!”

“I didn’t realize what she meant at first, but when I did I answered her. I looked her right in the eye and said yes, I do. Don’t you?”

“To rub it in a little more I said there are millions of his sperm swimming around in my belly right now. Are you jealous? If you want one more taste of it I will let you put your tongue up my ass.”

“For a moment I thought she might take me up on that.”

She was deep in thought for a while.

Avoiding eye contact, she softly said, “All right. Full disclosure. You might never want to see me again, but here goes.”

“She did take me up on my offer. She was kind of butch about it. I never realized that she was like güvenilir casino that.”

She just said, “OK, bitch. Let’s go in the Ladies room right now.”

I followed her to the Ladies room, and before going in she said, “Janice. You stand guard at the door. Don’t let anyone else in here!”

“Janice nodded her head, and we went in.”

Nancy said, “Pull your jeans and panties down and get down on your hands and knees.”

“I obeyed like a submissive slut, and she knelt down behind me.”

“She commanded me to show her my asshole, and I did.”

“I spread my butt for her, and I felt her tongue touch my asshole.”

“She started to poke and prod and probe my asshole, and I am ashamed to say I was very aroused. She tongue-fucked my asshole for a while, and then moved down and licked my pussy.”

“She pushed her long, bony middle finger all the way up my ass, and flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue. I exploded in an intense orgasm.”

“She pulled her finger out, and we stood up. She really surprised me then, she kissed me on the mouth and we touched tongues.”

She said, “Thank you for letting me do that. My finger went all the way in you easily. That’s because of what he did to you, and the slippery stuff he left in you.”

“I could actually taste Sam a little.”

“We went out of the Ladies room, and there was a small group of women waiting to hear what happened.”

To no one in particular, I said, “Nancy just came out as a pussy eating, asshole licking Lesbian.”

“I am usually not that nasty but she pissed me off.”

She continued, “There were a couple of other women in the lunchroom who overheard all of this. They just blushed and giggled.”

I thought that was good, they are future candidates for anal training now.

I cut to the chase.

“Do you just want to talk? Or do you want me to fuck you again?”

She blushed and said, “In my ass?”

“Yes.”

She said, “I was pretty sore for a while. But I guess I am OK now.”

I started to open up the bed but she motioned no.

“Just drop your pants and sit in your desk chair.”

I did that and sat with my cock standing up like a telephone pole.

She knelt between my knees and started to suck my cock. I thought she wanted to finish that way, but she stopped and stood up.

She pulled her jeans and panties down and turned her back on me. She began to sit on my lap, and she reached back and took my hard cock in her hand.

She guided it to her asshole and slowly lowered herself.

The head went in and stretched her anus open.

She sighed with pleasure and continued to sit down, and my cock slowly disappeared up her ass.

She began to lift up and sit down, literally fucking herself. I just let it happen.

After a few minutes of that, she got up and said, “Get out of the chair. I am going to get on my knees in it”

I obeyed like her slave.

She knelt in the chair with her butt facing me.

I stood behind her and lined my cock up with her asshole, which was slightly open for me.

I pushed hard and the head went in.

She grunted but didn’t complain.

I gave a series of pushes and each time she grunted, “Uh! Uh! Uh!”

I thought I was being too rough so I paused.

I said, “It’s a little tighter this way. I like it. I hope you do too.”

After a few moments she whispered, “Please give me a little more.”

I pushed and it slid in an inch or so.

“More, please.”

This time I pushed it all the way in, with my balls pressed against her.

“God, it’s so big! Please go slowly, I don’t want to have to go to the Emergency Room.”

I held her hips with both hands and pulled her back towards me.

I went to work fucking her with a slow, methodical pace. She surrendered quietly and took it.

The seminal fluid oozing out of me began to lubricate her. I began to fuck her more vigorously.

I tried every trick in the book to delay ejaculating but I couldn’t last forever.

The chair was creaking like it was going to come apart. She had completely surrendered to it, but she tried to lift up a little to make sure it went all the way in.

I pushed all the way in and held my breath.

My cock began to throb and pulse, and I shot spurt after spurt of cum into her belly.

She murmured, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I have always produced large ejaculations, but this one was like a teen-ager masturbating. Fucking this beautiful young woman up her pretty asshole was unbelievable.

I started to pull it out, but she interrupted.

“No! Don’t pull it out. Stay in me for a while.”

I pushed it all the way back in and kissed her neck and ear. I couldn’t reach her mouth.

We stayed together for quite a while, and finally I withdrew. When the head popped out a gob of cum came out and ran over her pussy lips.

She murmured, “Oh, no. I didn’t want to lose any of it.”

She has already acquired a craving for my sperm. Usually that takes a little longer, but when it does you can be sure that a woman will want it up her ass frequently, with an occasional blowjob to enjoy the taste and swallow it.

We stood and snuggled together for what seemed like an hour but probably wasn’t. She fondled and played with my half-hard cock the entire time.

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All of my characters are over 18 years of age.

*****

For the next six hours Arianna twisted and wiggled at her bindings. At first it seemed futile, the rope bit into her wrists and ankles every time she moved. But with enough perseverance she felt results in the past hour. They were loosening. She could feel extra space between her and the ties. Arianna wiggled more vigorously. Even though her hands and feet hurt she could taste victory.

Her body was weary from the position of laying on the slab. Her joints ached, they itched to be relaxed. Her back was cramped at being stretched for so long in the same pose. The back of her head had a knot where it couldn’t relieve the pressure. She hadn’t been able to sleep, not stark naked and in one position for hours, not to mention the imminent danger she was going to be in once that man came back. She had to escape.

Her hands popped free of the rope. Success. She slowly rose into a sitting position, the disks in her spine snapping and crackling. Arianna lightly massaged her wrists. There was a red ring around them. She rolled her head around and cracked her neck then she undid her ties on her feet. Once they were free and soothed by her hands she hopped off the platform. Her body crumpled to the floor. Her legs couldn’t support her weight. They had gone to sleep. She took in a few breaths and adjusted her feet beneath her. She slowly rose up to her full height.

Arianna turned behind her and saw the large door. To the right of it was a large mirror. It looked like the kind that a police station would have; a two way mirror. Oh no, was someone watching her? Beneath the glass were a series of hooks and dangling from them were an assortment of other torture devices and some power tools. What the hell was this place? Were there others this man tortured? More poor navels he would play with and give pain to? She had to get out of there.

Arianna walked towards the door. Not that she expected it to be unlocked, but hey, she should try anyways. As she got close to it she heard a click from the other side of it and the knob began to turn. She panicked. He was back again! No doubt he would give her bellybutton a good lashing. She scurried to the opposite side of the room as the door swung open. There he was. The gorgeous, evil man to torture her sensitive hole. His large, hungry eyes ready to stare at her poor navel as he hurt her.

“Little bitch. You got out,” he said taking a step into the room.

Arianna bolted around the platform to shoot past him in the open doorway. In her futile attempt he grabbed her roughly.

“No, no,no, I don’t think so.”

The man grabbed a hold of both of her wrists and with the other he emptied the contents of one hook. The weight of his body slammed her into the two way mirror. Arianna looked down at the hook. It wasn’t a hanger at all, instead it was just a simple, long nail screwed into the wall. The thick nail head threatened to enter her navel. She struggled against the man. He took his free hand and secured her wrists better against the glass. A small noise escaped Arianna’s throat. She saw his reflection in the mirror and her own. His eyes smoldered at her. He was very angry. The wicked grin that slowly canlı bahis şirketleri spread across his face made her heart pound in her chest.

“I’ve got you now. All I need to do is this-,” he pushed his weight in a shoving action and the nail head dove into Arianna’s bellybutton. She gasped at the feeling. The nail was so deep inside of her bellybutton. He released the pressure on her back.

“Please, don’t do this,” she cried.

The man shoved his weight against her back and her navel swallowed up the nail. He pressed even more and it stabbed the base of her hole. He kept his body there and began to rock his hips against her. The nail head swirled deep inside of her hole, the pressure hitting the most sensitive areas. As he rocked her body in a circular motion the nail head stretched every corner of her bellybutton. It tugged at her in an almost pleasurable way. It had found its way between the two folds and it was swirling inside of its depths. Though it was painful the base of her hole quivered in arousal when it hit the right spot. He rocked his hips around and around making the nail swirl deeper into her. When he moved his body and positioned her navel at the correct angle the nail head shot waves of pleasure through her. She gasped every time it hit her.

He put enough pressure at certain times where it was extremely pleasurable to her. A small noise would escape her lips. Then he would thrust her at it more harshly and the nail head would stab at her base shooting pain through her body. A strangled note would cry out. The rhythm of his hips sent her into a whirlwind of ecstasy and agony. One minute Arianna thought she would moan when that nail hit the deepest part of her in an erotic way and then the next she wanted to cry at the torture when it seemed like it would pierce right through her.

The man took a step back from her. Arianna gulped in air. Finally, a time out. She looked down and saw that her belly hole was pink and raw. His tormenting had been vigorous. She heaved, drinking up the feeling of relief. Her navel was sensitive, she needed time to rest.

“No more, please, no more,” she whispered.

The man drew his face close to her ear, his breath was warm on her neck.

“You are tempting when you are pleading,” he replied. “But that won’t save you.”

He rammed his body against her which sent her navel plunging into the nail head.

“Ahhhh!!” Arianna screamed.

He withdrew from her and rammed his body again against her. The nail head assaulted her bellybutton.

“Ahhh!” she cried again.

He withdrew from her again and did the same thing. Every time the nail head dove deeper into her bellybutton. It stabbed into her core. Her navel screamed from the torment.

Then he picked up the pace, not even letting Arianna cry out in pain. He made the nail plunge into her hole deep and fast giving no time for much reaction from her. The nail tore into her bellybutton. The torture that was assailing her was too quick for her mind to even process. His hips literally humped her body in a series of sharp agonizing assault to her navel. Her hole quivered at every plunge. Her belly muscles contracted. She even tried to push her weight against him and suck in her abdomen. But it only made him drive her belly harder into the nail. She could hardly canlı kaçak iddaa breath he moved so fast. Each thrust impaled her navel. When she suck in her belly the nail would bury even deeper inside of her hole. This would make her gasp.

The man watched her mouth gape open every time the nail plunged deeper into her bellybutton. He saw her eyebrows knit together making her face look like she was pleading for him to stop. Arianna could feel a hard lump between her ass cheeks. This prick was getting aroused. His eyes were so dark with lust she thought she would burst. His hips rocked uncontrollably against her. She felt like the nail would pierce through the base and her insides would spew out. The pain of the torture made her groan. She wanted him to stop, but if she spoke he would hurt her more. So she grew louder as he kept assaulting her. Her navel was so sore, so raw. She was surprised it wasn’t bleeding by now. She needed another time out. She needed rest.

All of a sudden all of the movement stopped. She wasn’t being impaled any longer and the hands on her wrists grew slack. She looked into the mirror and saw tears had been falling down her cheeks and her face was crumpled in pain. She looked over to the man and saw his eyes soften. He let her wrists go, but kept one hand on her arm. With the other he closed the door and locked it.

To Arianna’s surprise the man knelt before her. His hands grasped her wide hips lightly. His thumbs made circular motions on her hip bones. He bent his head to her belly and nuzzled it with his nose. He dragged the tip along her abdomen and swirled it around her navel. He gave light kisses on her stomach. Arianna didn’t know how to feel about this. Was this the calm before the storm? Would he make her feel good and the minute she makes a noise he would torture her again?

“Don’t hold back your moans,” he said in a deep voice. His tongue snapped out of his mouth and he drew it across her belly. He paused when he got to the entrance of her navel. His dark blue eyes looked up at her. She parted her lips in anticipation. “I won’t hurt you now,” he whispered and the tongue slid into her bellybutton.

“Ohhh,” Arianna breathed. So sensitive her navel was at the moment that the hot, wet tongue that lapped at her felt amazing. He was so soft. His licks were so delicate, almost as if he were too scared to press harder. He took his time, slowly lapping at her navel then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He slid it in and out slowly. Though her navel was raw, the sweet tantalizing sensation he was giving her was gratifying. She took hold of his hair in both hands and drew his face into her belly. He probed deeper into her hole and found the most sensitive spot. He flicked it in rapid motions. The feeling washed over her. He swirled his tongue inside of her hole, stretching it out. He tugged at her navel and he wiggled it in deep to find her most sensitive spot. The tip caressed the base of her bellybutton. The pleasure shot right to her core. The area between her thighs twitched. She could feel the bliss pool inside of her. She wanted him. She wanted him deep inside of her. Arianna’s fingers raked his scalp and her voice cried out erotically.

The man took one hand and inserted his index finger in between her thighs, the depths hot and moist. Then he took his canlı kaçak bahis thumb and massaged her clit. Arianna tossed her head back and moaned. The man thrust his tongue into her navel more rapidly. The digit that was inside of her other hole pulsated and the thumb on her pressed harder. They took turns, the finger and the tongue. When one went in the other slid out and when the first went out the second plunged in. Arianna’s knees were week. She thought she would crumple to the floor from the pleasure. She tightened her grip on his hair. She wanted more. She wanted him to make her cum. She was ready, she could feel how wet she was. The way his tongue pressed into her navel was arousing. They way his finger worked inside of her womanhood added to the bliss. And who could forget that wondrous thumb that swirled around her clit? All three amounted to a wonderful orgasm that was ready to explode.

Arianna’s head swam in the haze of pleasure. She rocked her hips to his rhythm. She pressed his face deeper into her belly. The voice that spilled out of her throat grew louder. She could feel the orgasm coming to a head. It built inside of her, the moment was rising. Like hot lava ready to explode from the mountain top her gratification was almost there, she could taste it.

The man plunged his tongue in and out of her bellybutton more rapidly now. He could sense that she was ready to blow. He thrust his finger deeper into her and pressed his thumb harder on her sex. The pleasure rose and rose inside of her. She was so close now. All she needed was a little more and that would send her over the edge. She needed him to lick her more aggressively and thrust his finger more vigorously. And he did. His tongue stabbed at her navel, his finger fucked her pussy and his thumb pressed all the way against her clitoris.

Arianna went silent for a few moments and then she cried out. Her orgasm erupted. It rocked her whole body. The ecstasy swept from her core and up her insides. Her mouth was wide open, her hands were wrapped in his hair, the pleasure shook her body. She was bathed in the glory of the orgasm. Waves crashed into her like hundreds of little electrical shocks. Her skin rose in gooseflesh and her breaths were shallow. The feeling pulsed inside of her like the tide. She slowly relaxed her fingers and her muscles slowly loosened.

The man got to his feet.

“You will sleep well now,” he whispered. “I’ll get you some things so that you may rest. We have a big day tomorrow.”

Arianna heard him leave the room, the door singing in protest.

When he left her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor. The orgasm was still fresh in her body. She was completely relaxed. Why had he done that? She thought he wanted to torture her, not pleasure her. Arianna was so confused by her captor. It made her wonder why she was even here.

What did it mean when he said tomorrow would be a big day? More torture to come? Would she have to endure more of his satisfaction? What a twisted son of a bitch. She felt this would be an abusive relationship. One minute he was hurting her and the next seducing her. She hoped he wouldn’t go too far again. Her bellybutton still tinged in pain, even after his licking. She looked down and saw her red navel. It throbbed.

She took her finger and swirled it in her hole. She winced at the pain. She withdrew her finger and inserted it into her sex hole. She was so wet. The creamy liquid was sticky when she took her finger out.

At least she orgasmed. That was a start. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

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I was staying with a friend’s sister, Anna, as I could not join my parents who worked for Shell in Nigeria. Her house was a nice large one in Sussex on the South Downs. After our adventures in the Bathroom, we took our sexual activities to the great outdoors by means of our bicycles. In the sixties, the roads were much safer as there were far fewer cars and motorcycles racing about.

On this day, we took some sandwiches and a small rug on the back of the bikes and found a field empty of cows, with a good view of the countryside. After eating our sandwiches and drinking our orangeade, Anna said she wanted to pee. So she went over to the hedge and pulled her white shorts down. She crouched down and started to piss, but suddenly shot upright again and cried “Something tickled me” and then a rabbit ran out from behind her into the open field, with its little white tail bobbing. I screamed with laughter. “You’ve pissed on a rabbit!!”

She immediately laughed too, and pulled up her shorts, saying, “I don’t think I can go now, as I’m frightened of being tickled!”

“How about it, if I help you? You can squat on my face and I can lick your slit to open you up.” “Well, all right canlı bahis şirketleri then, but I shall lick you as well”

So, she came over to where I was, and I removed my T-shirt and pulled down my khaki shorts. Anna positioned herself over my head so I could see right up at her hairy cunt. She bent forward and grabbed my limp prick and started to manipulate it. I lifted my mouth up and pushed my tongue through her pubes into her nether lips; I licked up and down and pushed my tongue into her vagina. Anna wriggled against me and put her mouth down onto my prick, up and down until it was stiff. Then she wanked the foreskin up and down. Suddenly she raised herself up right, pushing my head down, and stopped moving to concentrate. Next minute I felt warm, smelly piss flow over my face. I shut my eyes and mouth, but I couldn’t shut my nose. I shuddered with revulsion but also with a strange excitement.

The flow stopped and Anna raised herself up and looked down at me. “Did you enjoy that?” ” Well,” I replied, “it was an experience.” “Let’s carry on as we were” and she put her mouth back onto my member and pushed her fanny onto my mouth again. I licked with renewed vigour, and canlı kaçak iddaa she wet mouthed my prick again until I was hard. Then she moved herself down and held my prick vertically and slowly moved her cunt onto it, facing my feet. It was a different feeling for both of us. She moved slowly at first and then speeded up. I watched her lovely round, white ass with it’s furry hole, move up and down. I couldn’t resist pocking my finger into it. This had the effect of bringing her to a climax. She stopped moving and paid attention to my needs by wanking me hard until I spurted into the air and over her hand.

“That was good,” she said, and I agreed. I was all wet and smelling of piss but it was worth it. I dried myself off on my own T-shirt.

We didn’t go out bicycling for the next few days, as it was raining or cloudy. Then we went out again to the same place. This time we started with a snogging and a fondling session on the rug. I wondered what we would do this time and how. Anna suggested that I could do her like a dog i.e. `doggy style` for a change; and I said I could cum in her bum. “That would be good,” said Anna, “I am feeling a bit bloated.”

So we carried on kissing canlı kaçak bahis for a bit to excite ourselves then Anna pulled down her knickers and went on all fours to present her round white bum to me. I knelt behind her a licked away, first at her cunt, then her arsehole, at the same time pulling on my pud to stiffen it. I pushed it in and I felt Anna’s fingers tickle my bollacks as she held my prick in her twat. It was nice and wet and warm. I moved smartishly in and out and she fingered her clit. I felt myself approaching my climax so I pulled out and pressed my prick into her arse hole.

It was tight and dry. It reminded me of the verse from the Good Ship Venus
The Cabin Boy’s name was Nipper
By Gad, he was a ripper,
He filled his arse
With broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.

Anyway, I pushed hard and tightness of her hole was delicious. I was overcome with pleasure as I spunked inside of her. I pulled back out, and let my sperm lubricate the entrance, and pushed back in again. It felt so good I did it again and again until I climaxed a second time. I had `cum twice on the same horn` to quote an old work mate.

Anna enjoyed the sensation too, and said so. Then she pulled away and went over to the hedgerow to empty her bowels, which she did with ease now. “That’s better! I’ll call on your services again if I become blocked again.”

“Feel free,” I said with a big smile on my face.

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I blew someone’s mind tonight. No kidding, I really did. Normally when I’m with someone, I have a good time and I’m usually confident that whoever I’m with has a good time, too. I mean, all the people I’ve been with (and I’ve been with many) have all said I was good and I do great ‘repeat business’. So I always figured I was doing something right. Tonight, however, was different. It was incredible!

I came home tonight slightly buzzed from my friend Jennifer’s house. We’d been talking over an art project we’re doing together while my kids played in the living room. Now you’ve got to understand that my friend Jennifer is incredibly HOT. I’ve had a few bisexual experiences, but I’d not really call myself bi-sexual. My adventures had mostly been experimental. But let’s face it all women have a couple of friends they’re secretly attracted to. You know the friend I mean? The one with the lush tits or the oh-so-sexy hair. Flashes of her naked pop into your imagination at odd moments, don’t they? That’s Jennifer for me. When the two of us drink wine or get stoned together I keep wanting to do the most naughty things with her. Trouble is, I don’t know if she’s open to that, so I just talk and smile and hope it doesn’t show.

So I was feeling quite frisky when I got home and put the kids to bed. I began my nightly wanderings through the house saying ‘good night’ to people. I should probably tell you about my house. I live in a spouse-swapping, communal living household. My husband and I share a three-story house with another couple and we have open marriages. That means that everyone who is over eighteen has slept with everyone else over eighteen in the house at least once. There isn’t any schedule or system to it. Most nights I sleep with my husband, but if one night I am ‘feeling peckish’ for one of the other adults, I can just go sound them out and if they feel like it, off we go. Some nights there have been joyful times had by all, but most of the time it has been pretty much one on one.

In the evenings I usually stop by to talk to everyone and see how their day went and spend some time with each person. First I kiss my three boys good night. Then I wander into Connie’s room where she and my husband are on their computers. They’re usually playing some kind of MMORPG. I chat with them for a bit then go to see Eric. On most evenings, Eric is also on his computer, which he has cleverly set up so the monitor swings over to the bed and he can play his games while lying there. Yes, we are all gaming geeks — what can I say? So I either sit on the bed or cuddle up with Eric while he plays and we talk for a bit.

Well, tonight as I passed his room on my way to shoo the kids out of the bathroom, I saw through the cracked-open door, that Eric was sprawled naked on his bed. I had to stop for a second to goggle at him. He just looked so tasty to my chemically altered perceptions. I got the kids in güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri bed and stopped in to see Greg (that’s my husband) and Connie. Then I wandered back down to Eric’s room. I smiled at him and he looked at me with a kind of sweet happiness that was both really attractive and really out of character. I cuddled up next to him. Her rolled on to his side and smiled. “I had a fierce migraine so I took two Ibuprofen and some allergy medicine. Now feel much better.”

Eric has prescription allergy medicine and it always leaves him kind of loopy. It’s one of the ones you see advertised, but in the behind-the-counter strength.

“Mmmmmm” I said to myself. “Eric’s a little stoned. I’m betting that he’s lying here with the covers off and the window above his bed open because the breeze feels so cool blowing across his body. He is stoned and probably feeling very sensual right now.” So I started to rub his body casually, just enjoying the feel of his skin. I got no reaction other than a slightly deeper breath and a slow relaxation of his muscles under my fingers. I kept doing it as we chatted about our day, about our week actually. I’d been busy with a gallery opening this week and hadn’t really been home much. While we were talking my hand motions were getting stronger and beginning to focus on his upper thigh and below his waist.

“Should I get undressed or should I go upstairs and leave you alone?” I whispered in his ear.

“You should definitely get undressed.”

I stood up and shut the door in case the kids went to the bathroom then I moved at the foot of the bed. I turned my back to him because I know he loves looking at my ass. I was wearing a loose top, no bra and a long gauzy skirt without panties. I slipped the skirt down first so he could see a little bit of my firm naked rump flitting between the folds of the blouse. I took my time with the buttons knowing that it was entrancing him. I swayed a little back and forth. There was a sexy ballad running through my head and I moved my body in time to it. When I was finished with the buttons I let the blouse fall gently to the floor and turned slowly toward him. I climbed up on the bed like a stalking cat, moving between his thighs and took his soft, but hardening cock in my mouth. He has a really good prick. I’ve never measured it, but it is just long enough to fit into the top of my throat. Just enough to make me gag without making me feel like I’m suffocating. My husband has a huge cock — 8 ½ inches and thick enough that I can’t completely get my fingers around it. It’s a wonderful cock to get fucked with, but if he’s in the mood to throat fuck me, then ‘Oh my god!’ Anyway, Eric’s dick is just the right size. He gets to have that great feeling guys love when your throat closes as you gag and I was able to focus on giving head instead of wondering if I’m going to pass out; something I’ve done many güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri times with Greg.

His cock was getting hard in my mouth. If you’ve only gone down on hard cocks — you don’t know what you’re missing. It’s such a great feeling as this soft, sensitive piece of flesh grows and hardens; filling your mouth. I love feeling that, and listening to the gasp or moan as he closes his eyes and just concentrates on what my mouth is making him feel. It’s so much fun. So, knowing that Eric was all about sensation right then, I took my time. I moved my tongue softly and slowly around his cock; focusing on all his sensitive spots. I let it slip out until just the tip was between my lips then I slowly sucked it back into my mouth. It got harder. I moved my tongue in a wave up and down the whole cock. Then I let it slide out again, but I gently swung my head side to side so his dick felt my tongue twining around it like the stripes on a barber pole. While I was doing that I moved my ass to the same motion.

Looking down at me, I knew he would see my head and ass swinging and swaying hypnotically. When the head was at my lips again I sucked on it while I got ready. I took a deep breath and slid all the way down so the tip with its dribbles of precum was nestled inside my throat. I let myself gag and swallow three times then came back up for air. I heard him gasping my name while I caught my breath. I did it again.

I was about to go down for a third time when he gasped, “Climb on top”

I straddled him and lowered myself on to his beautiful cock.

You know there’s something really wonderful about settling onto a good-sized hard dick. You feel it spreading your lips, pushing your pussy walls out; stretching you; filling you up. Then as you sit it feels so wonderful inside you. Every move you make is thrilling, pleasuring in ways only that hard rod can do. You just know you’re going to come any second.

As I sat on him I started to rock back and forth, grinding my pussy against his groin. I wanted to stimulate his eyes too, so I grabbed my breasts and made a show of playing with them. They did feel really good. The nipples were so sensitive, as I pinched and twisted them. I lifted each tit in turn and nibbled at my teats. I squeezed and kneaded the flesh of my twin globes. And all this time I was squeezing my legs together and wiggling around on his lap, pivoting on that wonderful, hard cock.

Finally I couldn’t stand it. I leaned forward to kiss him and at the same time I rubbed my engorged clit against his pelvis. Harder and harder, until I got it just right — firmly and fast enough to set me off as my juice lubricated and soaked his cock. I felt the build up in my body; the telltale pulses of sensual pleasure that spread to every part of my body and that grew stronger and stronger. I kept kissing him through my climax until I was gasping, güvenilir bahis şirketleri limp and spent on his body.

“Get on your back,” He whispered.

I quickly flipped over, feeling a cold breeze playing across my body. He climbed over me, but was on his hands and knees looking down, but not touching me. I grabbed my knees and tilted my pussy up towards his dick as if begging for it. Eric smiled down at me as he grabbed that glistening cock; ready to slip it inside me. He watched my face intently as he pushed ever so slowly into me. I could feel my pussy contracting nervously, like it was trying to pull him in. I looked into his eyes, those dark devil eyes, and he smiled and edged in a little more. He was teasing me, taunting me. I closed my eyes and just focused on the feeling of that wonderful, hard cock coming inside me bit by bit; arousing every nerve ending on its journey.

It felt so amazing and I needed it so badly. I pushed my hips up trying to get more of him inside me. Oh God, I wanted him.

I remember whimpering a small bit. He smiled even wider. I knew he loves it when I whimper. I was quivering all over.

“Please,” I whispered.

He said nothing, just kept pushing inside me at that agonizingly slow pace.

“Oh please,” I begged.

He still went slowly until almost all of him was buried to the hilt and then he slammed in the last two inches.

I came so hard that I screamed! He smiled down at me and kissed me, then began fucking me hard. Fucking me and simultaneously giving me deep sensual kisses. I could feel myself building up to yet another orgasm.

He dropped his head down to rest on my shoulder and attacked one of my favorite erogenous zones; my incredibly sensitive neck. Any kissing, biting or stroking there makes me tremble. He caressed me with his lips, and then was biting my neck until the sensual feelings drove me to the edge of another climax.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him as he thrust his cock inside me again and again. I could feel my orgasm building stronger and stronger. Any second, I was going to cum. I was whimpering incoherently and holding on to him for dear life. My climax began so deep inside, exploding out and causing my whole body to convulse. I had to bite his chest to stay quiet. At the same time I heard him gasp my name and felt his cock swell and shoot hot cum inside me. I imagined his thick seed spraying my womb in pulses, mixing with my juices. The image turned me on so much that my mind and body melded, taking me to ripples of ‘little deaths’ as I continued to convulse, until we were both totally spent.

We lay there virtually comatose. Gradually we separated enough for him to lie on his back and for me to snuggle under his arm. He held me close to him and just whispered my name over and over again. I rested in his arms and shivered with tiny post-orgasmic ripples of pleasure. I could not believe how multi-orgasmic I had become; nor how sex with Eric had been so intense this time. I was speechless. In fact, it must have been nearly ten minutes before either of us spoke.

He whispered, “That was amazing!”

“Yes,” I whispered back.

After that we just lay together.

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By Likegoodwine copyright January 2015

Here’s a short story for you. All sexual partners are adults. As is often the case with me, my story shouldn’t be taken seriously, just a few words put together to make people smile.

Edited by JonB1969.

Your votes and comments are welcome.

For many people in North America, winter is this unpleasant period between autumn and spring, a time when snow and sleet make your life miserable. A time to stay inside, avoid fresh air and imagine that you live on a tropical island.

For others, it is the time of the year where every little remote and mysterious spots on the map are finally within reach.

“What is he speaking about?” You might be asking. “Too many Jack Daniels on a cold Saturday night?”

Not at all! Let me explain!

Jacques Robert is my name. I was born and raised in Minneapolis, where I lived till I was 20. Then I started to move from one part of the country to the other, sometimes staying for a couple of years, other times not more than a couple of months.

See, I had a passion growing up: hockey. My Dad was a hockey player and I was born when he was playing for the Minnesota North Stars. I was good. Not awesome, just good! And I was a long way from the talent of my father. To make a long story short, I had more heart than size. At 5’11” and 180 lbs, I had an average speed but rather good hands. As a result, some scouts noticed me and I was drafted while still playing my junior hockey. I was a late draft, what they call a long shot. A career in hockey was such a long shot, also in my own opinion, that, on advice from my Dad, I went to play on a scholarship for a well-known eastern university. I never played one single game in the majors, but I spend over 10 years in the minors earning more than 100K a year to play a game I love.

Now 30 years old and with a knee causing me to wince every damp morning, I am no longer playing hockey. Thanks to my Dad, my business management diploma came really handy. Now I have a nice job for a mining company in Northern Canada.

When I say Northern, I mean it!

Look at a map on Google or anywhere else you like. Canada is a country North of USA, Duh!

Go a few hundred miles North of the northernmost border of the USA – aside from Alaska – and then go up! And up! And further up! That’s where I am. Here we call it the Arctic.

There are a few diamond mines north of Yellowknife, Northwest Territories. I work for one of them. Good pay, decent workload and nice colleagues. Nothing to complain! Except that winter here lasts seven fuckin’ months. Seven! The snow starts in early October and stays till the end of April, sometime first week of May. Snowfalls in September or June? Sure! Bring it on!

After a few years there, I had a choice. Run away with my tail between my legs or do as the natives do. I chose to do as the natives. I have a boat, for the really short summer season and a snowmobile for the very long winter. I am not at all into hunting. However, I love fishing.

And that’s what brings me to this weird story.

A friend of mine came up with the perfect secluded lake where we could go ice fishing and catch a lot of walleyes – they call it pickerels here. The remote lake was easy to spot on Google map. To get there, we decided to explore the area, trying to find snowmobile trails to reach our destination, or at least, to get us close to it.

The following weekend my friend was unable to come with me. Safety tells us never to venture alone in the forest – in the bush as the locals say. I should have followed that advice.

Armed with a map and my GPS, I was slowly making my way on my snowmobile güvenilir bahis toward the last trails we had spotted the previous weekend. I finally reached the Promised Land, or promised lake to be exact. However, it was near 3:30 PM and getting dark so I decided to go back.

On top of a hill, backtracking my way, I saw a familiar trail downhill. Indeed, I looked at my GPS and I could see that I could save many minutes instead of going around on a loop. So I took a short cut, angling the snowmobile downhill toward the trail.

I reached the foot of the hill when I heard a loud cracking sound. The snowmobile simply started to sink through a thin sheet of ice. It moved another few feet until the snowmobile hit the bottom of a creek. No wonder nobody ever took that shortcut. The snowmobile in the water, I tried to jump away from the snowmobile but the ice gave under my weight, and a stupendous shock hit me when I sank in the creek all the way to my waist.

It felt like a ram had hit me in the chest as soon as I felt the icy water. I gasped for air but was unable to breathe for a few seconds. As soon as I was able to breathe, I climbed back on the snowmobile and looked around.

I finally made it back to the shore. I was already shivering.

To ascertain my location, I reached for my GPS. Gone! Probably downstream in the creek! My mind already numb from the cold, I made a quick calculation. I must be close to 2 hours on foot from the road where my pick-up was parked. To fight the cold, I decided to get moving and walk at a brisk pace.

After one hour, it was pitch black. The moon was hidden by the cloud cover and without my GPS I relied only on the hard surface of the snowmobile trail to keep me heading the right way. Or so I hoped!

Frozen to the core, shivering, I plodded my way toward the warm safety of my car. The moon made an appearance and shed a dim light reflected by the snow. I looked around but didn’t recognize at all where I was. Am I still on the right trail? Did I take a wrong turn amidst the many crisscrossing snowmobile trails? Am I about to die, frozen and lost? What a special Holliday season for my parents if I don’t make it back to my car.

The moon disappeared again behind the clouds, and I was left alone in the dark and freezing to death, literally.

I walked another 15 minutes, shivering uncontrollably. My mind was getting more sluggish by the minute.

“Keep walking”, I told myself, despite an urge to simply lie down and rest. At that moment, my nose got a whiff of smoke in the air. I stopped and looked around. I saw nothing, but the smoke seemed to be coming from my right, away from the snowmobile trail.

Smoke means fire. Fire means warmth. Warmth means shelter. Despite the risks, I decided to leave the trail and walk toward where the smoke was coming from.

After a few minutes, through the branches, I finally caught a glimpse of light coming from ahead. It seemed like ages before I could see a cabin. There was some light and, more important, a smoking chimney.

Shivering, I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again and called out.

“Help please! I am freezing to death. I need help”.

Finally I heard the latch and the door opened a few inches. A woman looked suspiciously at me. When she noticed my frozen pants and coat, she gasped. She said something in a language I didn’t understand, opened the door, grabbed my arm, and pulled me inside.

I almost cried tears of joy to have finally reached a safe haven from the cold weather. I just stood inside the cabin, by the door, and my whole body was shivering, my teeth loudly chattering.

Without a word, this beautiful woman, a native türkçe bahis in her 40’s, said something toward the back room and started to unzip my coat. A breathtaking younger woman in her 20’s came from the back room carrying blankets, a frail granny following her. All three looked so alike that they must be mother and daughter: same size, same bushy dark eyebrows, same nice copper colored skin, same slightly prominent teeth – except for the granny, who didn’t seem to have any teeth.

In a matter of seconds, I was stripped of every piece of wet cold clothing and I was covered with a nice warm blanket. A chair was by the wood stove, and I was guided to it.

The granny said something in her language, and then finished with a giggle. Her daughter translated for me.

“My mom says to sit down in front of the fire to warm up… and… she also said not to worry, it will all pop out when you are not so cold,” she said while looking at my midsection in the gap left open by the blanket.

I looked down. Holy crap! With the cold, it seems that my whole genitalia system was trying to get inside my body. My balls almost disappeared inside and my penis was only a little tiny appendage.

Soon, I was covered with another blanket, warmed up by the wood stove, and I was sipping a hot cup of tea. I was still shivering but my body was soaking up all the warmth thrown at me. As a consequence of the mild hypothermia, I soon began to doze off on the chair. I was in a daze when I felt myself being herded toward the backroom and put to bed. I soon fell asleep.

I woke up during the night. An oil lamp burning in the front room was illuminating the room a little bit. I was laid on my side, sandwiched by two warm bodies. I soon realized that I was sporting a huge hard-on, and the small woman in front of me, probably the granddaughter, was gently humping her buttocks on my erect and very alive penis. I also realized that my hand had somehow found a nice little breast and was cupping it.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to respond to the humping, but at the same time, I had her mother laid down behind me, her whole body glued to mine. So, gently, I began to caress the breast resting already in my hand. The humping stopped. Darn!

After a few seconds, I sensed her buttocks pushed on my erect cock again. I pushed back. Slightly, silently we started to hump each other again. My hand went underneath her shirt and I felt the warm soft flesh of her breasts. They were small but the little nipples were hard to the touch. I gently squeezed one nipple. A moan escaped her.

I let my hand slide down slowly, caressing every inch of her tummy, and made my way to her crotch. Over the panties, my fingers reached her pussy. She strongly pushed her bum on my hard-on. I caressed her mound for a few seconds through the fabric of her panties and she began to moan almost silently, but steadily.

I finally inserted my hand under the waistband of her panties and let my fingers explore the folds of her very hairy pussy. When I reached the wetness of her tunnel she let a louder moan. Her humping stopped. Her hand reached behind her and grabbed my very erect cock.

After a few minutes of masturbation, her hand left my cock and she pulled down her panties a bit down her hip. Then she put a leg on top of mine and grabbed my cock, pulling it toward her pussy.

When I felt my cock at her entrance, I positioned myself better and began to push inside.

Wow it felt great! So tight, so wet and feeling so good! I began a slow motion of penetration, going in and out, one hand still gently caressing her clit. Her moans were now louder.

I wasn’t able to push very deep in that position güvenilir bahis siteleri but I enjoyed the sensation of my cock rubbing inside her pussy. I wish I could change position and fuck her real deep and hard, but it wasn’t to be, with the mother right behind me, only a few inches from where her daughter was getting screwed by a complete stranger.

As the woman was getting closer to her climax, she was moaning even louder and pushing back her hips to meet my thrusts.

Despite the situation I was also having a hard time being quiet. My thrusts were getting harder and faster. Almost totally lost in our carnal fusion, I was still aware enough to realize that the woman behind me was masturbating herself as well as biting my back. That really did it. I let spurts upon spurts of semen fill the daughter while I still felt the mother rubbing herself and kissing me. Totally exhausted, I fell asleep, my cock still inside the daughter.

Later that night I awoke to a very nice and pleasant sensation. A nice, warm and soft mouth was around my cock, sucking me like there was no tomorrow. I might have been half awake but I still had a very hard rod to suck on. Within minutes I was coming into a very welcoming mouth. Soon after I was back asleep.

I woke up alone in bed the next morning, unsure if it was all a dream. Looking at the dried up pool of semen on the sheet beside me, I knew the truth and was ashamed of my behavior. These nice people had saved my life and I had thanked them by fucking their daughter. What an ass!

Wrapped in a blanket, I got up and walked toward the front room. The granny was cooking over a wood stove. The mother was busy butchering some unidentified animal, probably a rabbit if I could tell by the size, while the granddaughter was at the table listening to her ipod. Nobody was paying attention to me. It was a little bit weird after the great sex I had last night following my rescue.

We had a quiet breakfast. They both fluently spoke English but they often reverted to their native language. The daughter was acting very natural, unfazed by our previous sexual encounter. However, the mother kept blushing at me and the granny kept on cooking.

After breakfast I was given my clothing back, now totally dried.

“Emilie will be starting the snowmobiles soon,” said the mother. “We have a good idea where your car is and it will be a short ski-doo ride there.”

On that, the daughter got up, grabbed her coat and went outside. Soon I could hear a snowmobile engine sputtering to life. Then a second one started. She came back inside and sat at the table across from me. Her mother and grandmother were in the back room. Finally alone!

“Emilie,” I said. I got no reaction.

“Emilie,” I said louder. She looked at me and removed her ipod’s earplug.

“I wanted to thank you… for everything,” I said. “It was simply marvelous and I couldn’t have ask for a more comforting gift. Thanks again!”

“Oh well, Cool!” she said. Then she put back her earplugs.

I was nonplussed at her reaction. Wow, my performance must have been lacking. Normally, I receive a thank you, at least. I didn’t have time to linger on that thought as the mother and grandmother came back. The mother soon had her coat on.

“I’ll be giving you a ride,” she said. “My daughter will follow us with the other sledge.”

As I was about to make my way out, I stopped in my track and turned around toward the granny. The mother and daughter passed by me, heading outside. Granny walked toward me, hobbling with her cane. I reached and offered her a handshake. Instead of shaking my hand, she grabbed my scarf and pulled me toward her. To my surprise, she kissed me hungrily.

“Thanks a lot Sweetheart!” she said, releasing me. “You made my day… no my week… no, you made my century. And don’t worry I can’t get pregnant anymore. Give me a shout anytime.”

The end!

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This is my entry to the April Fool’s Day contest of 2019. It’s in the Fetish rubric, but it could easily just as well have been placed in Exhibitionism. I hope you like it.

***********

I’ve always been smarter in retrospect. With my April Fool joke, anything would have been smarter. This year I was at my dumbest. To explain, I need to describe my relationship with Greg. We were in love. We finally took the step of living together, since we were almost always together anyway.

I would almost always stay the night during one of our more amorous encounters, and in the morning, I would walk the walk of shame back to my place. You’ve seen girls like me: heading home in the morning still dressed for a sexy night out with my man. It was all the doorman of my building could do to keep from smirking when he saw me, disheveled, still smelling of sex, desperately needing a shower and a change of clothes.

It just made sense to live together. So I moved in with Greg, and we saved my rent. In New York City, that’s a substantial saving. It made sense, even if it was amazingly stupid. You see, Greg is a great guy, and I love him, but he’s not perfect. His primary flaw is named Kevin.

Kevin is a jerk. He’s a first-class jerk, and Greg hangs out with Kevin a lot, more than I ever suspected. Kevin’s not respectful of women. His language is crude, and he has trouble keeping his hands to himself. Greg either cannot see it, or he doesn’t mind it, or — I shudder to say this — he likes it. In fact, when Kevin is around, which is much too often, Greg acts the same crude way Kevin acts.

Greg likes me not to wear bras. My breasts are so small that I don’t really need to wear them. Greg loves my breasts, which he calls my boobs. When Kevin’s around, Greg calls them my tits. Kevin and Greg both like to pinch my ass. It’s okay when Greg does it; he’s my lover after all. It’s not okay when Kevin does it, but it’s hard for me to stop him, especially when Greg encourages it!

Greg also likes to raise my top to check out my boobs. He does this multiple times a day. I don’t mind, I even secretly like it. I’m not shy about my body, and I like that Greg likes my breasts so much. Before Greg I was insecure about my breasts, them being small and all, but Greg’s obsession with them has cured me of that particular insecurity. I doubt anyone would understand how much that means to me. It means a lot.

It’s annoying though when Greg needs another ‘boobs flash,’ as he says, when Kevin is around. Greg is showing me off, and I kind of like it, but it sends a bad message to Kevin. Last week Kevin decided to flash my boobs all by himself and he lifted my blouse up to take a look. I got upset of course, and Greg scolded me for ‘being such a prude.’ I got really mad, but the next time Kevin helped himself to a boobs flash I just passively let him.

Actually, truth be told, all of these boob flashes consistently turn me on.

Kevin has been coming over lately when Greg was not home. It’s awkward. Last week Greg took a trip to Chicago, on company business. I wanted to come, since his company always puts him up in a nice hotel, but I had to work myself, and could not get away. Every night however we would facetime, and then we would use Zoom to have exhibitionist sex. I would masturbate for Kevin as he watched on his computer in a Chicago hotel room. Greg ate it up.

We had a special laptop, positioned in such a way that if I lay in the center of our double bed, the computer’s camera would see all of me. Greg liked that. In contrast, in his Chicago hotel room, all I got to see was Greg’s face and shoulders. I knew, however, what was going on further down, off screen, courtesy of his right hand. I found it sexy to know what was happening, but not to be allowed to see it.

Some nights Greg was busy, and we didn’t speak, Facetime, or Zoom. I got a little suspicious, especially when Kevin told me, with a tone of voice that spoke stronger than his words, that Greg’s old girlfriend Susanna had recently moved to Chicago and was lonely, since she knew nobody there. I was getting angry, but I figured Greg was a good man and he wouldn’t cheat on his true love, his boobs flashing girl, right?

I did remember that I’d learned that Susanna had D cup boobs, and that little fact did not help my (probably unfounded) jealousy diminish. Greg’s best friend Kevin was Facebook friends with Susanna, and reading her posts he reported to me that suddenly Susanna was no longer lonely. No names were given but he learned from Facebook she had hooked up with an old friend who was in town on business. This news put me in a funk.

Greg being away led to twice a day visits from Kevin. Even though I would answer the door and tell Kevin that Greg was away, it did not deter the visits. Here is how the first visit went.

“That’s okay, Sally. I came to see you,” Kevin said.

“Me?” I asked. I was surprised. Did he want to use me in order to practice being a boor?

“Yes, you,” he said.

“Oh. Well, illegal bahis alright, would you like to come in?” I asked.

Kevin came in, I gave him a beer, and we smoked some dope. Finally, I asked why he wanted to see me?

“I know I’m Greg’s friend,” he began, “but the three of us have been hanging out for months now, and I hope you consider me to be your friend, too. It’s what friends do, right? They get together.”

“I like you too, Kevin,” I replied, which I realized was a smaller white lie than I had thought it was, when I said it.

“How about a tits flash, baby?” Kevin said.

“Call it a boobs flash, and use my name, okay?”

“How about a boobs flash, Sally?”

I stood up, my head spinning around from the drugs just a bit, and I gave him a flash. It was no big deal, since Greg had ‘made me’ flash my tits in front of Kevin many times before, and as you no know, Kevin had helped himself to some flashes before too, to my consternation. I may have let the flash linger a bit too long, however.

The next time he visited, in the evening, he surprised me since I was not expecting anyone to visit. I was dressed in only a long T shirt and panties, because I had been doing my exercises. Greg had ‘trained me’ always to remove my sports bra immediately upon completion of my exercises. Even though my breasts are small, I still need a sports bra for comfort. Even small boobs bounce around with vigorous exercise. I cracked the door open only a smidge. When I discovered it was only Kevin, and since I was relaxed around him, I let him in and excused myself to “go become more presentable.”

“Hey, no need, baby. You look ravishing. Please stay the way you are. I’ll only be here a little while,” he said. True to his word, he stayed for only two beers and a small amount of smoking dope. I suspected Kevin timed his visits, because he always seemed to show up right after my exercises. Hence, I became accustomed to letting him in while wearing only a T shirt and panties. He always got a boobs flash, too.

The third day, he asked if he could have a ‘boobs’ show’ rather than a boobs flash?

“Huh?” I replied, not at my most articulate, I must say.

“Could you just take off your T shirt for a while? I really love your boobs,” he said.

Telling me you love my boobs is a great way to get me to do stuff. I’ve been complaining about their small size, but perhaps I should explain. Throughout high school I was so flat chested I looked almost like a boy above the waist. Granted, I would have been a boy without any chest hair, but you get the idea.

When I was sixteen I went on birth control pills, since I was, as they say, ‘sexually active.’ Suddenly my boobs emerged. They grew to a respectable 32B size, not too, too far away from being size 32C, but I still had a complex about having zero to tiny boobs, nevertheless. I know it’s my own psychological fuckup, but I even to this day I still feel as though my boobs are non-existent, so when someone like Kevin cannot get enough of them, well, it just makes me happy.

“Well, Kevin, if you really love them, then yes, I’ll take off my T shirt for you this evening,” I said.

“I really love them,” Kevin said, and he almost seemed to be drooling at the prospect. A few minutes later off came my T shirt. I had not thought this through, obviously, because suddenly I was hosting my lover’s best friend, dressed only in my panties.

Fortunately, Kevin was the prefect gentlemen. Except for the de rigueur occasional ass squeezes, which were quite sexy since they were only through my panties and not my jeans. Kevin was respectful. His crude language and snide remarks seemed to vanish.

The next evening when I greeted him in my by-now-customary T shirt and panties, my T shirt came off within the first five minutes. Kevin stayed longer than usual, and he made us some margaritas, and after three margaritas and some really good dope Kevin had brought along, I was feeling no pain. It was then that Kevin asked if he could touch my boobs.

I knew this was wrong, but dammit I was horny and enjoying all of Kevin’s idolizing attention and flattery, so I said, “Well, if you really want to?”

“I really want to,” he said.

I should explain. I know a lot of us girls don’t get any erotic thrill from breast fondles. Mostly it’s psychological if they get any thrill, not physical. Most of the girls I know fake an erotic reaction just to please the man. That’s what all my girlfriends say.

In my case, who knows what it is? I obviously have a complex regarding my boobs, so maybe it is only psychological, but for me, the pleasure of a boob fondle is so real, I truly believe — in my case — that it’s physical.

When Kevin first touched my boobs, I got an erotic thrill as if an electric shock had gone straight from my nipple to my clitoris. He touched them so gently, and so lovingly, I got super aroused. I also think the taboo nature of letting my boyfriend’s best friend be intimate with me, there in one of illegal bahis siteleri my primary erogenous zones, was part of the thrill.

When Kevin began to lick and even gently bite my nipples, I groaned with pleasure. He kept it up and I began to moan, the way I do when Greg fucks me. Kevin pulled me to a standing position and he fondled my tits amazingly and then he kissed me. OH MY GOD I thought, I’m kissing Kevin! This seemed more taboo even than the breast fondles, especially given the way we were kissing, which was anything but innocent.

At my suggestion, Kevin removed his clothes above the waist, so that while we stood and kissed, my boobs would caress his wonderful chest hair and rippling chest muscles. It felt divine: comforting, but hopelessly sexy, too. As we continued to kiss, and rub our chests together, I put my arms around his neck, and his long arms went down to my buttocks. A few minutes later, his hands went under my panties, and he squeezed the cheeks of my ass. Boy, did that feel nice.

When Kevin’s hands began to explore my little brown flower, I became nervous. I’m one of those unusual girls who actually enjoys anal sex from time to time, especially when the man’s cock is not too thick. This made it highly erotic for me, especially when Kevin’s finger gently entered my anal cavity.

I pulled away from Kevin. “We’re getting carried away, Kevin. I love everything you’re doing to me, but I’m Greg’s girl. I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Kevin looked at me. I couldn’t read his face. “When does Greg get home?” he asked.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. Was he calculating how many more days he had to get into my panties? Jeez, what a thought! What was wrong with me?

“Not until Monday,” I said.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied. “Monday is April 1.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Want to pull an April Fool’s joke on him?” Kevin asked.

It was obvious he had idea. “I sure do. Spill, Kevin.”

“How about I use a marking pen and write ‘Kevin was here,’ on your boobs?” he asked. “That should get him jealous! If it gets him too jealous, tell him it was you who wrote it, and say April Fool!”

“He won’t get jealous, Kevin. I’ve already flashed you my boobs tons of times,” I said. I was still feeling an erotic high from our kissing and from Kevin’s wonderful hands all over my body.

“Yes, but never long enough, until now, to write on them. You have a point, though. Is your pussy shaved clean?”

“What??!! Kevin, what’s wrong with you?!” I exclaimed. I was angry at his crude, rude, and disrespectful question.

“I was just thinking I could also write ‘And here’ on your pussy. I didn’t mean to offend,” he said.

“I have a trimmed bush, if you must know, but really Kevin!” I said.

“It might get to him, don’t you think?” he asked. “I could do your anus, too,” he said.

“Yes, doing my pussy and my asshole would most certainly get to him, but for you to do that I would have to let you see my most intimate parts, and that’s not going to happen. Let’s stick to the boobs,” I said.

“Sure. Do you have a marker?” he asked. “I could bring one over tomorrow.” I was still standing in front of him topless, wearing only panties, I realized.

“I’ve got a marker, but you’ll have to do it at the last minute,” I said.

“Why?”

“Well, we Facetime, Zoon actually, every night, and well…” I had let my voice trail off. It was too embarrassing to tell Kevin all that we got up to in the privacy of our bedroom and Greg’s hotel room in Chicago.

“Oh, I get it….I could do your pussy and ass now, though, if you like?” Kevin said.

“No, you can’t, he might see…You’ll have to wait…”

“Oh! Sally, you just keep getting more and more wonderful. I’m impressed!” Kevin said. I actually blushed.

“Anyway, I told you we’re not doing them. My private parts are going to remain just that: private. Besides, if you wrote something like that, it’d be a lie, and I won’t lie to Greg,” I said.

“It would just be a joke, not a lie, Sally,” he said.

“Well, it’s not going to happen. The boobs, yes, it’s a good idea. No to my pussy and ass. Got it?”

“Sure,” he replied, but I had the impression he was thinking that he had five more days to get me to agree, and he was going to keep trying. If he did, I had the sinking feeling that he might succeed. He had already managed to get me almost naked and to kiss me and turn me on almost to the point of submission. My goodness! I thought.

As I had those last thoughts, my phone dinged. The text was from Greg, of course, saying this was a good time for us to have our nightly Facetime call. I explained this to Kevin.

“I suppose you want privacy. I could wait out here, and you could talk in the bedroom?” Kevin said.

“We use Zoom,” I said. “Maybe you should go home. It’s getting late, anyway.”

Kevin looked at me blankly when I had said Zoom. “It’s like Skype, only easier to use. Also, you can record canlı bahis siteleri the calls. Greg likes that because…” and then I shut up. I had already said too much.

“I get it,” Kevin said. “Greg likes to see your boobs, so you undress. No worries, Sally. I’m seeing them right now.”

“It’s more than just my boobs, Kevin,” I said, blushing.

“Oh! Oh, wow, can I watch? Greg need never know, you know,” Kevin said. “I’ll be off camera, so to speak, and remain as silent as a church mouse.”

“It’s more than just nudity. Sometimes, most times, really, he wants more…” I said.

Kevin was quick. “Oh God, Sally, This I have to see! You absolutely have to let me see

you get yourself off for Greg!”

“It’s not a good idea, Kevin, and besides I’d be too embarrassed,” Sally said.

“It would mean so much to me, Sally. I’ve never seen a girl get herself off before, I mean, other than in porn. Least of all a girl with such a hot body and such great boobs as yours,” Kevin said.

I don’t know if he added ‘great boobs’ in some clever strategy or whether it was all genuine, but dammit, it worked. “Greg must not know,” I said. “He must never know. Even ten years from now you can’t tell him. Do you understand?”

Why did I agree to let Kevin ‘eavesdrop?’ I’ve thought about it a lot since, and I guess it just turned me on to have another man, even Kevin (of shit — I’ll be honest — especially Kevin) watching me be virtually intimate with Greg. It all comes down to that: I found it hopelessly erotic.

Kevin agreed much too easily. It was easy to do, too. He just hid behind the computer, standing across the bedroom from where I was on the bed. I put my T shirt back on, so that I could sexily remove it for Greg, and now, as it turned out, secretly for Kevin, too. I launched a Zoom session with Greg and Greg logged on almost instantly.

“What took so long?” he asked.

“Sorry about that. I was in the middle of a work project when your text came,” I lied. “How’s the conference going? How’s Chicago?” I clicked the button to record our Zoom session. I always do that, I’m not sure why. I use the ‘professional version,’ thanks to my company, so I can store the recordings on the Zoom website.

“Take off your T shirt, will you doll face?” Greg said. I did. I planned to try to do so sexily for my audience of two men. “God, I love your boobs.”

“Thanks, Greg. I love you, too. Wait a minute, is there someone with you there? I see a shadow,” I said. My alarm showed in my voice.

“It’s a colleague. He’s been wanting to meet you. Come over here, Mark. Can you see him now, Sally?” Greg said.

“You can’t possibly have wanted me to remove my T shirt while your colleague Mark is watching? What’s wrong with you, Greg? ” I said, just a bit incredulous.

“Sally, I’ve been bragging about you constantly, and I’ve showed Mark some of my pictures. He’d love to see you in the flesh, and Zoom is the next best thing,” Greg said.

“You showed him the X rated pictures?” I asked. My voice was too loud. It showed my annoyance, bordering on outrage.

“Uh…yes.”

“Those are just for you, Greg. You know that!” I said. “We’ve discussed it. You agreed!”

“Look, Mark is in Chicago. You’re probably never even going to meet him, and besides I know you love to show off your body,” Greg said.

“I do? Since when?” I asked.

“Oh Sally. It’s obvious to everyone, except possibly to you,” Greg said.

“How is it obvious? Who besides you have seen my naked body?” I asked.

“Your numerus boyfriends before me, for one example,” he said.

“They don’t count. If you fuck a guy, of course he’s going to see your body!” I said. Was I dealing with a moron?

“There were a lot of them, Sally,” Greg said.

“So what? We’ve had this discussion. They were before I met you. Since I’ve met you nobody’s seen my body except for you! That’s the point here, you know,” I said, not bothering to hide my annoyance. My anger, actually. Greg had no right to bring up my promiscuous past in front of his colleague Mark (and unwittingly, also for Kevin, I realized. I metaphorically gulped).

“What about Kevin? How many times have you flashed him your boobs?” Greg asked. Was Greg too dumb to let this go?

“I flashed my boobs to Kevin at your behest. I did it to please you, you moron!”

“And now I want you to do it one more time, again to please me if you want to see it that way. This time, it’s for my horny colleague Mark, here,” my boyfriend said.

“Are you trying to turn me into a slut?” I asked. “Maybe your personal slut? A hot wife?” I asked, mostly in anger.

“I didn’t even know you knew the term ‘hot wife’!” Greg said. “Did one of your former lovers try that? To turn you into one?” I couldn’t see, but I just knew Greg’s pants were tenting as he asked that.

“I’m ending this call. I don’t know how many times I’ve flashed Kevin. Maybe you do?” I asked.

Kevin, in the background, held up ten fingers and then six more. He was smiling like an imbecile.

“Kevin knows, of course, how many times have you flashed him your boobs. We could ask him.” Greg said. Kevin was smiling in the background off camera, and giving me a thumbs up, the horndog.

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Meanwhile, Isabella’s hand reached back into my lap, gently stroking my painfully hard cock through my jeans. I had to stop from whimpering and my searching fingers on her bare leg become bolder, working their way up, bit by bit, under her short skirt, but only under the edge.

She turned to me, whispering, “I’m only wearing a thong.” My heart skipped a beat. Then she whispered again “And I want to fuck you in front of all these people.”

Her fingers started to play with my zipper as I could feel my cock getting even harder, the anticipation and fear of getting caught killing me. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone watching, so I slowly eased my fingers along the inside of her thigh, where I could feel the damp warmth coming from between her legs. I pulled the thin strap of the thong to the side and started to tease her swollen pussy, gently parting them and stroking them.

I dipped my finger past her outer illegal bahis lips and gather some of her wetness, being careful to keep my finger wet as I slowly withdrew and brought my finger to my mouth to taste her in the middle of the crowded bus. As I brought my finger to my mouth, I noticed just how wet it was, her beautiful viscous fluid covering my finger. I tasted her. My mouth watered, as I savored in her wonderful flavor. It immediately brought a small moan forward from my throat. I looked around. Nervous. No one seemed to notice though.

Isabella’s fingers finally stopped playing with my zipper and in one long slow movement she opened my jeans. Her hand slipped inside and grasped my shaft, causing me to catch my breath as I looked around, half expecting for the people mere inches away to notice.

I didn’t see anyone watching so I slowly moved my fingers back beneath her skirt, in deeper, one then two. I started sliding them in and out and could feel Isabella’s breath getting deeper, her body trembling. I couldn’t believe how wet she was becoming as I felt her warm skin surrounding my fingers.

Isabella’s hand, which had been squeezing my cock, quickly crept up my thigh and began pulling at the button at the top of my jeans. I pushed my hips slightly and her hand had to work a bit, but she was able to pull her skirt over the front of my pants and release my cock from its cage. For a moment it stood straight up in my lap and I looked around again to see if anyone could see what was going on. Isabella let out the smallest whimper of lust as my swollen hot cock head pushed forward, touching the soft illegal bahis siteleri skin at the small of her back.

I removed my soaking wet hand from between her legs and began to lift her up slightly. She slightly stood and arranged her skirt, moved back slightly and before I could look around again, I felt the heat and wetness of her bare pussy on the head of my cock. I felt the moisture of her wetness slide down along the hard shaft causing me to deeply inhale from the fireplace hot feeling. As she continued till I was deep inside her, I could feel the movement of the bus vibrating, the cool air coming up from below, tickling the bare skin of my balls. I reached back under her skirt and began to quickly rub the top of her clit, very swollen and fat with lust. I felt her breath quicken and could feel her pulse around my shaft so I slowly leaned forward letting my hot breath tease her neck before I lightly bit down on her neck. That was all it took. I felt her contractions hard on my cock, squeezing and relaxing and felt her fluids run warm along my balls before suddenly cooling, causing such a sensation, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I don’t know how many people had noticed what was going on by then and I didn’t any longer care. I wanted them to know that I am with this most divine of females, that I was hers, and I even wanted them to watch as I fucked her in front of them.

I continued playing with her clit and as she started to rise off of me, apparently the stimulation too high, so I reached across her body and held her tight against me. I could feel her fighting against my canlı bahis siteleri hold, her body movements and muscles tightening caused even more excitement. I feel my balls start to tingle and I heard her breath start to deepen again. I closed my eyes for a moment, the movement too much. I opened them as I felt her pussy began to convulse and that’s when I noticed a lady in the seat to the front right of us watching with unhidden desire on her face. I felt Isabella’s orgasm hit hard and as I looked in the lady’s face, my own body took over. I felt what had to be ten to twelve hard streams of my own fluids coat the inside of Isabella. As my orgasm subsided I could see the lady was looking into my eyes, her own lust apparent. Isabella’s pussy was still pulsing and it was too much for me. I slowly pulled my hips back and I felt my still excited cock slide out.

Isabella raised her hips slightly and I pulled my soaked member back into my jeans. We sat there like that for a few minutes, her forward in my lap, me still caressing her thigh and placing small kisses on her back.

As the ride continued I could almost hear the mix of our juices sliding out of her still swollen sex, onto the bus floor. As the bus came to a halt, we let the people behind us all out, making sure that we were going to be last to get off. Our observer also let people pass.

As we stood to get off the bus, the lady leaned forward, handed us a piece of paper with a number on it, and told us if we ever needed anyone to help, to give her a call. We were both shocked with embarrassment, but Isabella smiled and told her, “You never know.”

As we stepped down the steps onto the street, I could see a streak of my cum running down the inside of Isabella’s right leg. I smiled to myself, knowing that I couldn’t wait to help her get cleaned up in the shower later…

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Boko Adewale gritted his teeth as the mean Arab lady continued fucking him with her strap-on dildo. He didn’t know why he agreed to come to her place when she told him that she’d give him an extension on the rent that was due if he let her fuck him. When she told him that, Boko’s eyes lit up. He’d heard all about crazy White women in Canada with their lust for the Black man. Adelaide Abdul-Hamid was Lebanese, as in Arab and not White, but hey, same thing to Boko. She had fair skin, brownish hair and green eyes and to a Nigerian man from the depths of Africa that’s the definition of Whiteness. Well, he figured that for once his dick would get him out of trouble instead of into it. As usual, he turned out to be wrong. That’s why he was lying on his back, arms and legs tied to the bed in Adelaide Abdul-Hamid’s master bedroom. Her dildo felt huge in his asshole. The young Black man felt like she was tearing his ass apart.

Adelaide Abdul-Hamid smiled to herself and fingered her moist pussy illegal bahis while sodomizing the Nigerian guy with her strap-on dildo. Hot damn it she loved dominating guys with her strap-on dildos, especially macho Black men like Boko Adewale. Adelaide Abdul-Hamid moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, more than twenty years ago with her family. She was born in the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon but left for greener pastures after the Lebanese Civil War caused long-lasting tension between Lebanese Christians and Lebanese Muslims. Even though Lebanon had a Christian president, many Lebanese Christians worried about an Islamic uprising. Yeah, Adelaide was happy to walk away from the conflict. There were lots of Lebanese Christians in the City of Ottawa and Adelaide was happy to call the place home. The Lebanese Christians were in Ottawa in significant numbers, and they had their own churches and everything. Still, some things never changed, like her lustful nature as a Persian kitty and her people’s disdain for Black men.

Suddenly, Adelaide stopped fucking Boko’s ass with the strap-on dildo. Why did she do that? Let’s just say that she felt inspired. Adelaide took the dildo and pushed it deeper inside Boko’s ass, watching as the Black man winced. The more dildo the Nigerian dude got up his ass, the harder his thick Black cock got. Adelaide unstrapped the dildo and left it inside Boko’s ass. Then she climbed on top of him. Boko Adewale watched, eyes wide with shock, as the Lebanese matron lowered herself onto him. Until his big Black cock was sheathed in her hairy, aged pussy. In spite of himself, Boko Adewale was turned on. illegal bahis siteleri His hips began to move and he thrust upward, slamming his cock deep inside Adelaide Abdul-Hamid’s pussy.

Adelaide Abdul-Hamid licked her lips as she felt the hot, pleasurable stab of Boko Adewale’s thick Nigerian cock deep inside her not so tight Lebanese cunt. Yeah, that’s what she wanted. Hell, it’s what she needed. Adelaide supported herself by resting her hands on Boko Adewale’s strong shoulders and riding him for all he was worth. Riding Boko Adewale’s magic stick sure reminded her of old times. There were quite a few Ethiopian Christians living among the Lebanese in the South of Lebanon. Most of them were migrant workers, and quite a few settled into Lebanon and mixed with the Arab population. Growing up in the South of Lebanon, Adelaide was fascinated by the strong and masculine Black men from the Republic of Ethiopia. Watching them work, bare-chested, on construction sites, definitely affected the impressionable young Lebanese woman whom Adelaide was in those days.

Even in a liberal and pro-democracy society like the Republic of Lebanon was in those days, racism was ever present. Although there were quite a few Black immigrants from places like Ethiopia and Somalia now living among them, the Lebanese did not approve of interracial relationships. Especially when such relationships involved an Arab woman and a Black man. Adelaide Abdul-Hamid learned that the hard way when she got involved with an Ethiopian man named Abraham Tilahun, whom she met at church. They had a fling, and when it became public knowledge, Adelaide received nothing canlı bahis siteleri but scorn from her family. Unable to withstand this barrage of hatred, she left Abraham Tilahun, thus ending her relationship with him. However, her attraction to Black men remained. And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

That’s Adelaide was riding Boko Adewale’s thick Black cock like her life depended on it. Even though his arms and legs were bound, Boko Adewale thrust his cock into Adelaide’s cunt. He wanted to fuck her, to own her and possess her. Adelaide rocked back and forth on Boko Adewale’s manhood, enjoying the ride to the fullest. Adelaide got so into it that she tried taking Boko’s cock in another hole of hers. Applying lubricant on his thick Nigerian cock, she slid it against her asshole. Slowly, the Lebanese slut impaled herself on the Black man’s member. Boko grimaced as he felt the tightness of Adelaide’s asshole around his cock. For some reason, the dildo buried deep inside his asshole caused his cock to stay harder longer than ever before. And in spite of himself, Boko was loving every moment of it. He fucked Adelaide’s ass for a good while until he came, flooding her asshole with his manly cum.

Adelaide Abdul-Hamid shrieked like a madwoman as Boko Adewale’s hot cum flooded her tight backdoor. She felt like liquid fire was coursing through her. She bucked wildly on top of the Nigerian stud until she fell off him, and onto the bed. There she lay, panting and moaning and trying to catch her breath. This was the most fun she’d had in ages. Next to her, Boko Adewale was smirking. She smiled too, then smacked him to remind him who was in charge. Then she removed his bonds and told him to get the fuck out of her property. Boko Adewale grabbed his clothes and left, promising Miss Adelaide Abdul-Hamid that he would get the rent on time next month.

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Well, SHE’S GONE AGAIN…!! 🙁

Damn, I HATE G’Byes!! I hate, Hate, HATE ’em!!

We counted Amber’s orgasms ALL weekend and she had a grand total of thirty-three!! (It would’ve been 34 but we didn’t count that last one in her car as she drove me to work!![Because it was Monday afternoon. And our contest, to see who can cum the most, specifically stated, “to end Monday morning!!”])

OH, Sharon!! What do I do NOW??? She wants to visit in another 2-3 weeks but she’s not sure she can swing another weekend off of work!! So that means that we both either masturbate, a lot, or we find new lovers in the meantime!!

I know she won’t fool around on me… But I also know that she gets really fucking horny without a dick up her cunt, two or three times a week at least!! I won’t even tell you how much I need a tight hole for my penis, it’s too embarrassing!!

Our most memorable fuck? This weekend, Amber and I went to a porno theater near my house! In the third booth (for peep-shows) I sat down while Amber lifted her skirt(neither of us wear underwear when we’re together) and began to frig herself in front of me!! The sight of her fingers sliding in and out of her hairless pussy lips always gets me hard as nails!!

Since it was Sunday night, the place was pretty quiet.(I’m not sure, I think there were only two other couples in the building at that hour.)

Amber was working herself into quite a lather (I mean, literally! If her pussy juice had been cow’s milk she would have made butter!!)

I, meanwhile, was so hard, my dick would have dented a Buick!

Amber, my little sex goddess, came with her fingers in her twat, then sank her juicy self down onto my hard rod and came again!! But I, stupidly, had taken a “Viagra,” which meant I was not going to be able to cum for awhile. Actually, I could have cum, I just wanted to save it. So Amber and I straightened ourselves up (poor “Henry” was like a lead pipe in my pants) and left the theater thru the front door. I think they had a camera on us in the booth because, as we walked out, the guys behind the desk were smiling at us and giving me the “thumbs-up” sign!!

I told Amber and she couldn’t have cared less!! She just illegal bahis said that she hoped they got her “good-side!”

The girl is SHAMELESS!!

And, yes, I love her for it!!

Once we had finally gotten back to my house, Henry had finally softened a bit. As soon as we walked in my front door, however, Amber dropped her skirt, pulled off her sweatshirt, kicked off her sneakers and stood there, in her bare-nakeds, looking at me with a big smile on her face! Her pussy was dripping! Henry never stood a chance, of course, as Amber jumped up and kissed me, shoving her tongue down my throat!! I carried her to my bedroom, carefully set her on the bed, took my clothes off, and walked over to the bed! With Henry leading the way, I turned out the lights (I like to let my other senses take over sometimes! It’s much more sensual that way!! Amber loves to be blindfolded for the same reason!!) Then, once in bed with her, Amber reached down and grabbed Henry and held him up to her wet pussy and, again, sank her self down onto him…

Ahhh, Sharon, I’m telling you, it was pure bliss being this close to another person! We just held on to each other for ten minutes, not moving a muscle! We even dozed off for a minute, it was THAT peaceful!!(That, plus the fact that I still hadn’t slept in three weeks, but that’s besides the point!) The nap DID rejuvenate me enough to flex my penile muscles, which caused Henry to swell, waking Amber up! Heck, she had an orgasm from that little push I gave her!

“OHH!!” she cried out! Then she squeezed her vaginal muscles, which sent me into an orgasm that blew my mind!! Jeez, Sharon! I saw every color imaginable! Every color, EVER, went shooting thru’ my brain as I shot the biggest load of cum into my friend’s cunt, spattering her womb, filling her up with semen!! And, because of the little blue pill, Henry was still hard as a rock!! So I kept banging away, thrusting again and again up into her pussy!

Amber just kept cumming and cumming and cumming, until she begged me to stop!

She actually “BEGGED” me to stop the assault on her cunt!

I still can’t believe it! Me! I’ve never been able to keep it up as long as that, where I’d have to illegal bahis siteleri be begged to stop!

Amber’s breathing finally came down to normal and she asked me if I could stand to get on top! I’d gone to the chiropractor on Friday, which helps, so I did…

I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and slammed into my friend’s cunt with as much force as I could! Amber started cumming as soon as I hit bottom! And she didn’t stop for the next ten minutes, as I stroked Good Henry into her vagina!! She came four more times before Henry got too excited and I unloaded all the sperm that I had left into her sloppy pussy!!

Then we both fell asleep…for SIX hours!! The best sleep I’ve had in weeks! Henry was still in her when we woke up!

We both awakened with smiles on our faces and a real desperate need for a shower!! She asked me to eat her out in the shower. She loves it when I eat her out because I have a big walrus-type moustache that tickles her bald pussy lips! (Go figure…)So, as we bathed under the hot streaming water, I bathed her pussy with my lips, cheeks, chin, nose and tongue!! She turned the water off in the shower just as she came again, sending her juices all over my face! I stuck my index finger into her cunt and wiggled it upwards a bit, until I found her “Joy button!” She fell back against the wall as she went into her biggest climax of the weekend!!

Good God, Sharon, this girl can cum when given the right incentive! And her G-spot was just the thing to send her into convulsions!!

Finally, after five minutes, her spasms stopped.

She thanked me and asked if she could return the favor…

Well, my mama didn’t raise no fools, so I said, “Please!”

She got down on her knees and Hoover’d my hard-on, down to the base! I could feel the back of her throat tickling the head of my penis!! I came after three minutes of that kind of loving care!!

As my face was still covered with her juices, she stood up and commenced licking my face clean, much like a mother animal licks her young clean! Well, Sharon, dear, THIS got me hard again, as I have always loved a woman’s tongue anywhere on me. Amber looked down and said the same thing canlı bahis siteleri that you’re thinking, “Again…?”

I just shrugged my shoulders as she turned around, grabbed onto the towel rack on the shower wall, tilted her ass up a little and said, “C’mon, stick it in me! I’ve gotta be in Atlanta in 8 hours. It’s a 7 hour drive and I’m NOT leaving you here with THAT thing looking like that… I don’t need someone’s death on my conscience!!”

I laughed for about thirty seconds before I looked down at her sexy ass and figured, “What the heck!!”

I grabbed the baby shampoo off the shelf and squirted some directly onto and into her anus. Then I poured a little onto my erection. I positioned my bone at the opening to her asshole and eased it in…slowly!

Amber has always loved anal sex, since our first night together, months ago! And this time was no exception!

I slid Henry in as far as he’d go and stayed still, letting her get accustomed to the intrusion. Amber started coming after I started to slowly pull out! Once only the head was left inside, I slowly pushed back in again. Amber screamed at me, “Just fuck my ass, already, would’ja?”

“OK, ok. Just hold your horses!” I yelled back to her, knowing that she’d kill me if I didn’t hurry! So I redoubled my efforts and started to slam into her rectum. She helped, too, by bucking back against my thrusts! When she started to cum again, her anal muscles clamped down hard on my cock, causing me to blow the rest of my seed into her rear!!

OH, God, Sharon! She still has the best ass for fucking in the world!!

I collapsed onto the floor of the shower, bringing Amber down on top of me! We both laughed like crazy ’til she realized what time it was!

And with my cum still dripping from her anus, she got dressed to leave for her new home, 450 miles away!!

Nothing I could say was going to keep her here…

And, in truth, I’m glad for her! She’s getting a chance to achieve her own success. Maybe she’ll come back to me, someday, for good. Maybe I’ll just move up there to be with her. Heck, I can even see us marrying, settling down and having kids.

As long as the sex is this GREAT, I could see being happy with her for the rest of my life!!

She definitely has a “bi-” streak in her, too, Sharon… I will, for sure, want you to come (cum?) help us explore that side of her personality!!

Bye for now, Puss-cake!

xoxox,

BB

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PREFACE

What follows is a “true story of my imagination” and inspired by my Wife, my friend and their beautiful tits. When my friend, who I originally met through work, gave birth to her second child, she sought my wife’s help and expertise with breastfeeding. My wife is a breastfeeding advocate and leader of the local breastfeeding support group. Since then and over the last few years, they formed a close bond, often sharing stories about the trials and tribulations of breastfeeding. This fantasy came to mind one day when my friend called my wife with a desperate plea for help during a breastfeeding crisis. My wife dropped everything to go and help. She was gone for hours, and upon her return, mentioned that my friend had plugged ducts, a common breastfeeding problem that can only be relieved through constant massage and strong suction, if possible. My wife told me that she showed my friend how to massage her breasts to relieve the pain and get her milk flowing freely again. Over the next few days, my mind began formulating the following fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed it! And to reiterate, this is pure fiction.

* * * * *

The ringing of the telephone interrupted Albert Cini’s thoughts, as he read the evening newspaper. The damn telephone seemed to ring off the hook in the evenings when he tried to relax. “Honey, can you get that?” he asked his wife.

June Cini wiped her hands dry and made her way across the cluttered kitchen floor, strewn with children’s blocks, dolls and other assorted toys. “Hello?” she answered.

A high-pitched but pleasant voice replied, “June?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Annie,” the voice on the other end said.

“Oh, hi Annie, how’s it going?” my wife asked.

“Fine…well, truthfully, not so good. I’m having some problems,” Annie Kitterly replied. “My milk is not flowing and my breasts hurt like hell.”

“Are they hard to the touch?” June asked with a slight concern in her voice.

“Yes,” exclaimed Annie!

June knew exactly what Annie was experiencing, “Oh no, Annie, this is a common problem. You have one or more plugged ducts. It’s not something to be concerned about, but it can impede your flow and it can hurt like hell. I know, I’ve had my share. Is it both or just one?”.

“They both hurt, but primarily the right one. So, what do you suggest?” Annie asked.

“Well, you have to massage the breast with a downward motion,” a concerned June replied.

“A downward motion?”

If you want, I can come over,” June said. “I was just finishing up the dishes.”

“Oh could you?” Annie asked. “That would be great!”

“Sure. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“Okay great,” Annie replied in an elated tone. “Thanks a lot!”

“Okay, bye,” June said and hung up the phone. “Honey, that was Annie. She’s having some problems breastfeeding and sounds panicked and depressed, so I’m going to go over and give her some tips”

“Okay,” Albert responded. His attention never leaving the newspaper. “I’ll hold down the fort.”

“Thanks… be back in a while,” June responded to her husband.

JUNE TO THE RESCUE

The sound of the doorbell startled Annie Kitterly. She had been so busy getting her kids to sleep that she forgot all about June coming over. With her son, Timmy, asleep in her arms, she went to the door and opened it.

“Hi, Annie,” June Cini said.

“Hi, June,” Annie replied. “Thanks again for coming over. I feel bad imposing.”

“Oh nonsense. Looks like little Timmy is down for the count?”

“Yeah, he just fell asleep. Tina is out too. She never had a nap today, so she was out by seven o’clock,” Annie continued. “Wow, I’m not used to the kids being out so early,” she added.

“Oh, I know, isn’t it strange? My Billy and Tessa are night owls too, if I don’t nurse them to sleep early. Where’s Jack,” June asked, referring to Annie’s husband of seven years.

“Oh, he’s out of town,” Annie replied. “Actually, he’s scoping out Portland to see if he can break into a territory with his company and move closer to my family,” she continued as she laid Timmy in the crib. Next to the crib, his older sister, Tina, slept soundly in her bed. Annie shut the door to the children’ room and the two women made their way back to the living room With the baby monitor turned on, the women turned their attention to Annie’s problem.

“So what do you think?” Annie asked June.

“Well, here is some literature on plugged ducts, mastitis, etc.,” June replied. “Where exactly does it hurt?” she asked Annie.

“Here, I’ll show you,” Annie replied undoing the buttons on her shirt in a very matter-of-fact manner. Once the shirt was removed, she pulled the nursing bra over her head and stood topless in front of June. “The right one hurts the most, right above the nipple,” she said placing her hand gently over the painful spot and rubbing it. “The left one is sore too…more on the left side of the breast,” she added.

“Yeah, it sounds like plugged ducts alright,” June said. “Okay, let’s start with the massage,” she continued. “See how you’re rubbing around the sore spot in circles?” she explained. illegal bahis “Try more of a downward motion with your hand. Start at the top of the sore spot and push into your breast and move your hand downward toward your nipple,” she concluded.

Annie did as June said and immediately felt a slight relief each time her hand moved over the sore spot of her right breast. “Wow, it feels better,” she mentioned with some relief.

“Good. With the downward motion, you are hopefully helping to release the plug,” June said. “Try the same thing with your left breast too, although it will be a bit more difficult since it’s on the side,” she added. As Annie shifted her attention to her left breast, June couldn’t help admiring her friend’s breasts. They seemed a work of art. She had seen many women’s breasts during her years as leader of her local breastfeeding support group, often helping women get started or with problems. But Annie’s tits were different. Annie Kitterly herself was a small woman, perhaps weighing 105 or 110 pounds and measuring just over 5 feet. She had always taken good care of herself, working out and spending many of her summer weekends sun tanning at the lake. The result was a firm, toned body with a deep, golden year-round tan. Her shoulder length hair was a chestnut brown and complemented her green, sparkling eyes. June noticed the small white triangle shapes surrounding Annie’s nipples. They were probably formed by the bikini top she must have worn at the beach. The milky white shapes were a stark contrast to her deep golden tan. Unlike her own tits, June noticed that Annie’s areolas were the size of quarters and the nipples like eraser heads on the end of a pencil.

“It doesn’t feel like it’s working on the left side,” Annie said in an exasperated tone. She glanced up at June who seemed transfixed. “June?”

June Cini looked up at Annie, swallowed hard and cleared her throat. “Uh…well, you need to really press hard. I know it’s a bit awkward, but it’s really the only way,” she said, trying to sound indifferent and matter-of-fact. “Can I help myself to a glass of water?” June asked.

“Sure!” Annie replied. The fact that June seemed lost in Annie’s tits did not go unnoticed to Annie Kitterly. She took a moment to look June over as she headed into the kitchen. At thirty-nine, June was five years older than Annie, but similar in shape. She seemed about the same size and height as Annie. Her hair was also brown, albeit shorter, like a bob; her eyes a fierce blue. What stood out on June Cini, thought Annie, was her great ass. Man, what an ass that woman had. It was perfectly heart-shaped. Her beautiful ass tapered upward into a size 3 waist and then exploded to what looked like size D tits! Annie knew that breastfeeding enlarged a woman’s breasts, much like her own tits had gone from a B-cup to the large side of C-cups. She wondered how big June’s tits were before she began breastfeeding.

“Okay, how’s it going?” June asked returning to the sofa.

“I’m not sure. It feels slightly better, but the pain is excruciating,” Annie replied. “And they’re still hard as a rock.”

“Can I feel,” June asked. She didn’t usually make it a habit of feeling other women’s breasts, but Annie seemed desperate and June had to get an idea if she could feel the plug.

“Yeah, sure,” Annie replied, trying to sound indifferent at the request. June reached out and cupped Annie’s tit, making sure not to touch the areola or nipple. She squeezed…shifted her grip…squeezed some more. Annie watched her hand for a moment and then glanced up at June.

“Yeah, Annie, you have at least 2 plugged ducts in your right breast,” June said as she switched her attention to Annie’s left breast. She squeezed, shifted her grip…squeezed some more. Annie’s plugged duct in her left breast was so close to her nipple that June could not avoid slightly brushing it with her hand as she maneuvered around the breast.

Annie Kitterly drew in a sharp but quiet breath as she watched June’s hand make contact with her left nipple. “Oh no, no, no!” Annie thought. “Please don’t let them get hard,” she thought to herself in reference to her nipples. But it was no use. Both nipples hardened immediately at June’s slightest touch, growing in size to nearly the size of the tip of her middle finger. Annie looked up at June and smiled, her face reddening.

At the sight of Annie’s nipples hardening, June looked up at Annie and met her gaze. The two women smiled for a brief moment before June relinquished her grip on Annie’s left breast.

“Annie, I’m afraid your plugged ducts are going to be stubborn,” June said. “You could be here all night massaging to no avail,” she continued.

“So, any other suggestions,” Annie asked as she picked up a leaflet that June had brought over, hoping the answer would be there on the cover page!

“Do you have a breast pump?” June asked.

“Yes,” Annie answered growing hopeful. She dropped the leaflet and turned back to June.

“The only other thing beside massaging is very strong suction,” June added. “A breast pump usually does the trick.”

Without thinking, Annie got up and turned illegal bahis siteleri into the hall closet. “It’s right here,” she said as she opened the closet door and pulled out her breast pump.

“Shit,” June said despondently.

“What’s wrong?” asked Annie.

“I assumed it was an electric pump,” June replied. “I’m afraid this manual pump is not going to help,” she added. “You need REALLY strong suction, Annie. When I had this problem, I had to set my electric pump on the highest setting,” continued June. “I would lend you my pump, but I need it with me at work tomorrow. I can’t go without pumping all day. With a manual pump like that, it could take a few days of massaging and suction before the plugged duct frees up,” June went on. “But with stronger suction, it might break free after a few hours of working it,” she ended.

Annie’s shoulders slumped slightly as she put the pump back onto the closet shelf. Both women made their way back to the sofa and sat silent for a few moments.

THE FRIENDSHIP TAKES A TURN

June spoke up, “Well, there is one other possibility.”

“What’s that?” Annie asked looking disinterestingly at the leaflet once again.

June could feel her heart beat within her chest. Her stomach tightened. “I…could…help you out,” she said.

Annie looked up and stared at her friend. “What do you mean?”

“I could…provide suction for you.” There! She had said it!

Annie Kitterly was speechless for a moment as her mind’s eye flashed a vision of June sucking on her tits. A shiver shot through her at the vision. “I’m not sure, June,” she said, trying not to let her slight excitement come across in her voice. Annie had never let another woman touch her. She loved her husband and believed they had a fairly active and exciting sex life. On a few occasions, her husband had mentioned that her strict upbringing as the daughter of a minister had stifled her imagination. This had enraged Annie, but in retrospect, they never really did go beyond the standard missionary position. If Jack was lucky, he might get a blowjob or they might do it doggy style, but those occurrences were far and few between. Annie wondered what her husband would think if he knew she had let another woman touch her?

“Annie, I don’t make a habit of this,” June quickly interjected. “Actually, I never have suggested such a thing to anyone,” she added. Both women laughed. “It’s just that I know what you’re going through, and you’re more than just a member. You’re my friend. I don’t see any other alternative for you except to endure the pain. But if this goes untreated, it could possibly lead to complications. Timmy doesn’t have the suction power you need, right?” June asked to confirm.

“No, his suction is much weaker than Tina’s,” Annie said suddenly standing and pacing. Her hands were sweating. “You… would really do that for me,” she asked June.

“Yes,” June replied. “And only for you,” she added and reached up to gently brush a hair out of Annie’s face.

“Okay, let’s try it,” Annie blurted before she could give it more thought. “The pain is growing unbearable. What do you want me to do,” she asked June like a good student asking her teacher a question.

“Well, why don’t you sit on the end of the sofa, here, and I will lay across it with my head in your lap. We’ll start with the right one first,” June said. “As I suck, you massage just like I showed you,” she added.

“Okay,” Annie said as she followed June’s instruction and sat on the sofa. June laid down and placed her head in Annie’s lap, staring up at Annie’s tits.

“Relax,” whispered June to her friend. Annie Kitterly leaned forward and brought her right nipple to June’s ruby red lips. Funny, Annie hadn’t noticed the striking lipstick color until now. The sight of her friend’s lips locked over her nipples sent more shivers through her body.

June Cini could feel the goose bumps rise on Annie’s body. Her own excitement was growing. She sucked as hard as she could before suddenly feeling the warm, sweet sensation of Annie’s milk splash upon her tongue. The thought of sucking her girl friend’s breast and drinking her milk was enough to nearly set her off. She squeezed her thighs, feeling the juices flowing to her cunt. Without thinking, her tongue swabbed across Annie’s nipple, making it grow in her mouth.

Annie gasped sharply at the feel of June’s tongue across her nipple and moaned slightly, “Ooooh!” She looked down at June who was staring up at her. June winked trying to keep it lighthearted, but she was unaware one of her hands had instinctly begun caressing Annie’s left breast, ever so slightly brushing the nipple with her fingertips.

“Aaaah,” moaned Annie, partly from excitement, partly in relief. The sucking combined with her constant massage was easing the pain tremendously. She could feel the milk flowing our of her and wondered what her friend thought of it. She leaned back. Her breast disengaging from June’s mouth with a loud smack. A spray of milk hit June in the nose and eyes, causing both women to giggle. Annie grabbed a tissue from nearby and handed it to June. “Wow!” Annie said. canlı bahis siteleri “That’s amazing!” she added. “The pain goes away as you suck,” she mentioned.

“That’s because suction is the best way to free up the plug. It’s slowly loosening it until it eventually breaks free,” June said.

Annie shifted her torso and brought her left nipple to June’s mouth. June place her lips securely around her friend’s nipple, this time massaging Annie’s breast herself. Annie didn’t seem to mind. June began to suck, and the milk came easier out this breast. It sprayed out of Annie’s nipple filling June’s mouth before trickling down her throat forcing her to swallow constantly.

“Aaah,” Annie continued to moan. Her eyes had closed and she had leaned her head back on the sofa. June noticed Annie was massaging her left breast but not in the manner that she had been instructed. Rather she was pulling and tugging on the nipple, making it harden.

“The little minx is getting excited,” thought June feeling her own wetness increasing.

Annie suddenly winced. June disengaged. “What’s wrong,” she asked.

“I’m sorry, my nipples are sore,” Annie answered. “They’ve been sore for weeks.”

“Mine too,” June replied. “You know what’s good for that? Baby oil.”

“Really?” Annie said. “I think I have some baby oil.”

“Why don’t you grab it,” June said standing. “In fact, my nipples are sore too…actually, they’re chapped and cracking. Maybe I’ll use it too,” she added not knowing why really she said that. She knew it would mean disrobing.

“It’s here in the hall closet also,” Annie said standing and making her way to the closet. “Here we go,” she said as she turned with bottle in hand.

“Great!” remarked June. “The only problem is that…well it’s oil, so if it gets on your clothes, they’re ruined.”

“Well, I’m okay with removing the rest of my clothes,” said Annie. “Are you?”

“Uhm…sure…why not,” replied June, still feeling a bit hesitant, even after she had just sucked her friend’s nipple and brought her nearly to orgasm. She untucked the tight fitting sweater from her jeans and pulled it over her head. She believed in dressing sexy, so her nursing bra was very form fitting and partly a push-up bra. Her 36 D-cup tits seemed to beg release.

Annie, meanwhile already topless, had also unsnapped, unzipped and slid out of her jeans. She wore a French cut bikini underwear that had matched her bra. Her hourglass figure was captivating, with well-tone legs and abs, topped with grapefruit size 34 C-cup tits.

Although June was less toned than Annie, she was nevertheless in great shape, with just enough “baby fat” to give her body a smooth, soft look. She pulled off her bra and her huge tits spilled into view.

“Oh my God,” remarked Annie without thinking. She stared at the magnificent pair of tits in front of her. They were beautifully pendulous globes just a shade whiter than the rest of June’s natural skin tone. The tits had just the slightest blue veins running through them. Her areolas were flat and strawberry colored and the size of silver dollars. At Annie’s remark and gaze, they contracted into the nipple, enlargening it to almost a full inch!

“Thanks,” replied June, slightly embarrassed. “Shall we?” she asked Annie.

“Okay,” Annie replied as she seated herself back upon the sofa.

“Actually, I have to go to the restroom,” June said. “I’ll be right back,” and she turned and walked through the kitchen toward the restroom. It was only then that Annie noticed June’s thong underwear. Her ass swayed in the soft light, as Annie sat motionless and in awe of it. There was no fat or cellulite anywhere, and it was just slightly upturned and heart-shaped. Annie shook her head in amazement that June could possess such an ass and not work out. Annie proceeded to rub baby oil on to her nipples. The oil was immediately soothing, and Annie couldn’t help spreading a bit more over her entire breasts, making them glisten in the soft light of the table lamp.

As June Cini returned through the kitchen, she spotted Annie, with one hand on each breast, rubbing baby oil nonchalantly across her breasts. Annie was reading the pamphlet on the coffee table, all the while rubbing the baby oil into her breasts. June’s excitement surged through her groin, as she watched Annie unknowingly put on an erotic show – her small hands with painted fingernails manipulating her tits, rubbing and squeezing as they glistened in the light.

“How’s it feel?” asked June making her way back into the living room.

“Better, much better,” replied Annie

“Good, we need to get back to the massaging,” June remarked. And although she didn’t say it, back to the sucking.

Annie glanced at the clock. Half past nine. “Yeah, you’re right. Gosh, time flies when you’re having fun,” she joked. Both women laughed as Annie once again settled into her spot on the sofa. June assumed her position beneath Annie’s ample tits. But she remembered how uncomfortable she was the first time and adjusted her position. With a matter-of-fact manner, she grasped Annie’s right breast and wrapped her lips around the nipple. Annie immediately closed her eyes and threw her head back. Instinctively, she began caressing June’s head as the latter sucked as hard as she could. But June was still uncomfortable and forced to stop the exercise in order to readjust herself.

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