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All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my mind and any resemblance to anyone is purely accidental.

*

Hayley rolled and groaned in her sleep. Her arms were stretching out, her legs bending over small rolls, her toes curling and clasping at anything they could. Her whole body was reaching out, reaching for her normal bed mate. She had spent two years sleeping alongside them; now Hayley’s body yearned for the warmth her partner gave her.

Strong, firm, solid. Her partner owned all those epithets. Intelligent, creative and driven too; but those were all things her mind craved. That mind was currently asleep and the needs of her body had taken charge. The covers, the mattress, the whole bed; all of it was far too soft and yielded so easily. Hayley’s body needed something robust and sturdy, secure and durable. Her thighs recalled the memory of tensing lightly around solid and toned calves. Her arms, the feeling clenching around a space inhabited by a chest made of permanence, unyielding and stable. And her fingers? They tensed, searching for the sensation of taunt, resilient skin beneath them.

Hayley’s own body was the opposite of her partner’s. Where there was strength, she was soft. Where they were unyielding, Hayley was supple. Her body was lithe of limb, her curves smooth as satin fabric. Not a single harsh angle was present anywhere on her elegant body. If she had been born a hundred years earlier, she would have been described as lissom. In this modern technical age, she was simply beautifully full without being bulky. The thicker side of slim, and the thinner side of plump. She had been bestowed with good genes and put effort into maintaining and optimizing the figure these had given her. However, unlike the coincidental strength and firm nature of her partner, it was a conscious effort for Hayley to maintain her fitness.

The body of Hayley’s partner would never reveal their profession to an observer; they had never strayed into the stereotyped conception of what a programmer ought to look like. Their life history was drenched in a love for mechanics, a thirst for engineering precision and a drive for sporting excellence. They had built a body that was as far from the stereotyped weak and fragile body of a programmer as one could get. Built instead was a body that had been shaped for strength, toughness, and reliability; and inside that body, a mind that was, while formidable, also ever-so-slightly… moonstruck.

For Hayley’s partner had the creativity of a genuine artist; but also, the mad desire for experimentation that often accompanied it. When describing her partner to her friends, Hayley often used lines from one of her favourite movies that listed how often the traits of madness, and brilliance coincided. The little spark of insanity inside her partner led to an unending wellspring of wild, exciting ideas. The liberating spontaneity that her partner brought allowed Hayley to let herself loosen off the shackles earned from her strict upbringing and wiggle free, whenever they threatened to recapture her. It was precisely the exquisite mix of physical stamina and stability, calm outward demeanour, and concealed flame of passion and absurdity that had drawn Hayley in and drove their relationship forward throughout.

They’d moved in together rapidly and argued regularly, but the syncretic almost symbiotic mix of personalities; Hayley’s flexibility and compassion, and her partner’s unique blend of physical security and mental unruliness ensured the rule that every day the two spent together, be it storms or calm seas, would see their relationship and love only grow stronger.

It was that intense bond between them and the lack of fulfilment on that night that led Hayley’s body to flop and flail in bed until she was on her back starfish style; reaching out in all directions. She was yearning to grasp and lock on to any hint of her partner’s presence and yet, so far, going wanting.

And it was that exact moment when, underneath the bed began a very gentle, nearly imperceptible whir. Deep below, tiny groans and small hisses announced the slip from inactivity to transition.

*

Hmmmiiirrrr. The…somethings…in the darkness moaned.

Clink, clink, clink. They stretched below.

Shhhh-iiiink. They progressed along the carpeted floor.

For a moment they rested. Poised and still they were monitored. Checked. Examined and contentedly confirmed. Then in unison, glinting points rose from the ground.

There was little light in the bedroom. Only a few blinking green, red and blue lights in the dark corners and the miniscule penetrating slivers of a streetlight’s orange glow. But it was enough. If she had been awake, Hayley would have noticed them when they raised themselves above the sides of the mattress, half a foot away from the bed itself.

Perfectly vertically they climbed, only the smallest of curves at the base of the towers they were creating hinting that their progression skyward from underneath casino oyna the bed was connected. Small and thin but rectangular and segmented were the shining towers they built. Each capped with a small smooth-edged triangle.

Seven in total rose from the dark. On both sides of the bed, they climbed upwards. They were not evenly spaced along its length but their distribution was carefully considered nevertheless. One of the seven towers stood out from the rest. Closely accompanying the one rising on Hayley’s left side near the head of the bed it had no opposite number. Its role was different from the others. Unlike the others it had been carefully smoothed and refined so that not a single sharp or hard edge remained. It was also considerably lighter due to it not being fortified like the others had. Its accomplices of course required bolstering and strengthening to fulfil their task.

Having reached a foot above the height of the bed, the towers gently and seamlessly made another rounded turn. Now each of them stretched out towards the bed — but unlike before they made individual paths. They all headed to designated parts of the bed, or more accurately its occupant.

A cup was placed on a table. A small finger flicked while others tapped lightly.

Mostly things were progressing correctly. Structural-05 and 06 were always going to be the trickiest to manage as they had the most non-linear pathing to follow but the real issues currently were 06 and 07. A full stop was called.

The gentle whirring halted. Hisses locked the poised cobras in place. The two towers at the foot of the bed withdrew rapidly, turning both corners and slinking under the bed before stopping at its very edge. A moment of stillness filled the bedroom before the whirring resumed at a low pitch. The heads of the towers began their climb once again until they disappeared from view and only faint lumps could be seen sliding underneath the duvet that covered the bed’s sleeping occupant.

Perfect.

06 and 07 were in correct relative progression with the others. Recommencing program.

The drone beneath the bed increased its pitch to its previous degree and all the towers began their movement. The two that stood mirrored at the top of the bed angled their pointed heads downwards. They swung gently side to side like a hypnotising serpent. Invisible and unseen beams tracked along the surface, picking up the rises in the hilly surface they tracked across. The large plateaus that each of them sought out would have to be recorded so they could pursue their prey without direct vision.

Structural-05 and 06 started their difficult journey. It had taken many failed attempts to get them tracking correctly. They had to recognise and pick up the features and distinguish them from normal peaks and ridges with the infrared readings. Following that they would have to continue along an indirect path to their targets with the full possibility that their targets may have moved by the time they reached them. It had been very tempting to manually conduct this part of the maneuverer but that…that wouldn’t have really been sporting. It would defeat the point. Hours, days, weeks spent refining, creating and polishing could not be defeated by a difficult moment. As Hayley breathed deeply and gently, another held their breath.

The heads of the two towers above Hayley’s centre had climbed the highest and were now still, holding position out of the way, but poised to act all the same. The duvet at the bottom of the bed swelled where it was lifted above the occupant it was supposed to cover. Air blew through the area being held up but Hayley did not stir. Her hands were more sensitive to heat and touch than her lower extremities. That was what made this next moment so tense.

*

The smooth triangles disappeared beneath the covers. They snaked along the mattress, only very gently pushing it out of the way. Unlike their cousins down south, this pair aimed to lift the duvet as little as possible. All the others were poised ready, completely stationary.

02 was above her head. 05 and 06 were hovering above the centre of the bed. 07 and 08 were holding position above each calf, heads pointed down, ready to dive. It all hinged on 03 and 04. They were locked in, they slithered towards their target. She wasn’t stirring. The heads stopped and the bodies curled up. The excess length of their bodies coiled and clinked against the duvet as the bumped up its surface. They paused for a millisecond.

Now!

Forty centimetres from their targets the two instruments sprang into action. Shooting forwards and using all the length they had built up they wrapped around Hayley’s wrists, curling under and around once, twice, three times, until the smooth heads rested on the back of her hands. Hayley’s eyes shot open and blinked at the cold touch, her initial reaction to pull her hands and arms towards her, eliciting alarm when she found she could not move them. They were held firmly in place.

Not a moment later the same happened slot oyna to her legs. Thick, cool metallic coils wrapped around them.

Loud clinking and scraping echoed across the room as the segmented sections linked together reinforcing and consolidating their grip.

A dark shadow loomed down towards her eyes. She barely had time to register the futility of her struggle. Her mouth opened at the beginnings of a scream too late. Far too late.

The custom purpose instrument wrapped around her mouth smoothly and lightly but no less securely than the others. The third wrap of the instrument around her face completed the circuit and stifled any noise. The segments did not join together but their specialised rounded nature meant an almost continuous surface now coated Hayley’s lower face and wrapped around the back of her head, skilfully threaded underneath her dark brown hair, leaving it free flowing and under no tension.

Then they began to lift. Quickly. Hayley screamed ineffectually as she couldn’t tell the difference between being supported and being dragged. Pulled by her limbs and head her body was drawn to the two floating instruments above her waist. The weight of the duvet pressed onto her body but with its uneven spread, caused by Hayley’s restless sleep, it began to slip. Over to her right it began to fall. Sliding further and further, accelerating away from her body it tumbled over the side and revealed her nude form to the cold air of her bedroom. She writhed and struggled against her restraints, shifting her hips as she was held up by her limbs, her wrists and ankles beginning to ache under the strain of carrying her entire weight.

Everything was progressing perfectly in line with the program.

When she reached three feet above the bed the waiting two towers accompanied her the final two feet to the designated height. The five attached to her halted at five feet above the bed and the two free instruments smoothly and calmly rolled into action. They crossed over her body passing each other before looping back around and tightening their hold. Secured in place these two were well-braced with a back and forth snaking pattern that rose from the floor. Multiple layers settled upon each other and helped these two fulfil their duty of taking the strain off Hayley’s weight and allowing her whole body to be supported by the now secure towers.

The whirring stopped. A hiss released the tension of the room. The room was still.

Perfect.

The chink of a cup being raised off a table was suddenly deafening in the hush of the night. The cup was gently, and with no hurry, raised to a pair of lips.

Time to take stock. Structural-02 was wrapped around her lower face and mouth, leaving the nose free of course. Structural-03 and 04 were secured around the arms and wrists. 05 and 06 were braced and locked into position around two points on her waist to properly support her body and 07 and 08 here tightly wound around her legs and ankles.

The cup was tipped further back filling the room with slurps, gulps and a satisfied “aahh”. These sounds echoed around the room over the quiet of the room, freezing Hayley in place, silencing her already muffled screams and causing her eyes to widen dramatically. Fingers tapped a few times and the whirring restarted. Hayley found her arms and head being raised as her legs were ever so slightly lowered, still spread far apart. She heard clinking behind her and felt a large presence moving closer to her.

01 was right on schedule. Absolutely perfect.

A large cool surface encompassed Hayley’s entire back. Exquisitely moulded and expertly aimed the large sheet of cool material covered her. A thin layer of soft, pliable material separated the large sheet of metal from Hayley’s back and allowed her to sink into it. All the crevasses and ridges of her back, including a perfectly aligned space for the two waist wrapping instruments, were entirely supported and melded to the support and she was able to fully relax into it; had she been in the mood for relaxing at that instant.

The tilting forward of her body allowed her a far better view down the bed and past it. She could see her body laid out bare before her secured by the shiny, metallic, segmented contraptions. Beyond that, beyond her bed, a shadow.

A shadow with eyes.

Bright eyes. Gleaming eyes. Sparkling eyes. Sparkling in the darkness.

Sparkling, with just a hint of insanity.

Hayley starred disbelieving into the piercing, gleeful blue eyes of her girlfriend. The mechanic, turned engineer, turned programmer.

Alex set her cup of very early morning tea down on her coaster and smiled innocently. “Morning Hayley.” She said sweetly, not at all in the manner of someone who currently had her girlfriend suspended five feet in the air by robotic tentacles. “How did you sleep?”

*

The smooth metal contraption around her mouth unwound itself and finally released her. She paused for a few seconds to take some deep slow breaths and recover.

“Alex canlı casino siteleri what the fuck!”

Hayley’s girlfriend just laughed at her confusion.

“Seriously Alex – Alex what the fuck is this? What the fuck is this?” Hayley’s released head was now free to move around and examine her captors in greater detail — and her grinning girlfriend sitting at a desk with a laptop and control board that linked multiple wires to… something… under the bed.

Hayley’s initial fear had begun to subside as she understood Alex’s role in her predicament and although her pulse was racing she started to relax.

“Is Doc Ock underneath my bed or am I in one of your anime?” she asked with a hint of a laugh as she examined the restraints with interest while her girlfriend stood.

Alex laughed at the question as she walked forward. Examining Hayley, she smiled and looked at her in the eyes.

“If it was, it would be an ecchi.” She gently tapped her fingers to Hayley’s plump red lips, feeling just the hint of moisture and grinned. “And now it’s a hentai!”

“I don’t speak Japanese, Alex.”

“You don’t speak Russian but you still call it vodka.”

“Not the same thing.”

“Yes, it is!”

“No way.”

“Absolutely is.”

“Nu uh!”

“Absolutely is, and that’s final!” Alex said smiling as she returned to her desk and played with the commands for the mouth tentacle and watched it flick near to Hayley’s mouth.

Hayley returned a look of exasperated resignation.

“What even…? How…How much did this cost?”

“Surprisingly not actually as much as you’d think…”

“Alex.” Hayley growled.

“The material was a little expensive but since I did all the manual labour..”

“Alex!” Hayley barked.

“Relax. I took it out of my own account not the joint. It’s been a good year for me and I want to share that with you. Besides…” She looked up at her girlfriend with puppy dog eyes. “…happy birthday.”

“My birthday is next month Alex.”

“Yes, and we are going to my parents for it. I can’t exactly bring this all with me!” She gestured at the appendages.

“I should think not! Besides, what do you even want from this! Oh please tell me this isn’t just some BDSM thingy?”

A glint returned to Alex’s eyes. “Just…oh no my dear.” She returned to the controls and lifted Hayley’s feet a little higher making her body a slight “V” shape. A few taps allowed Alex to lean back and pick up her tea again and watch.

Hmmmiiirrrr. The darkness groaned.

Clink, clink, clink. They unfurled below.

Shhhh-iiiink. They slithered along the carpet.

At the foot of the bed four towers began to rise accompanied by one on Hayley’s left and two on her right, mid-way up the bed. These however, were very different.

The structural tentacles were all capped with the same flat and rounded triangular piece. These… these had an assortment of unique heads. The one which approached the gap between her legs more rapidly than the others featured a distinctive, and worryingly recognisable shape.

Long, pointed with a valley down the middle, the pink appendage drew nearer. It couldn’t be…? Hayley thought.

It absolutely was, Alex grinned.

The appendage’s segmented body seemed to pulse as it neared and Hayley saw an almost infinitesimally small hole open at the base of the ridge and pour liquid out. Titled forward the liquid coated the appendage as it neared Hayley. She held her breath.

Cool and wet. The robotic tongue took a long lick of her pussy.

Hayley gasped.

Alex grinned.

The other tentacles moved in.

*

The lube was activating now. Alex could tell easily by the facial expressions, the squirming and the curled toes. Tingle lube was not a new addition to Hayley and Alex’s bedroom and its delayed activation was always a spot of excitement for the muscled blonde. Of course, when it had come to the design phase of the actual erotic and stimulating tentacles Alex desired a warm-up one that could prepare Hayley for her night of fun and what better way to achieve that than to be licked by a mechanical tongue that deposited lube? The tongue was a rubbery and squidgy appendage with just enough firmness to enact a sensation without being too rough. Perfect for its role as a starter.

The main courses waited patiently for their turn just out of reach.

Hayley could not stop squirming. She was starting to gasp now. The tentacle that had wrapped around her face was rummaging beneath the bed at that point so she was free to begin gasping and moaning. Moaning? Oh yeah, she was moaning now. Dammit she had started to enjoy it without even realising. She had momentarily forgotten how she was floating five feet in the air while a robotic wet slimy tongue was licking her lips so good. It flicked over her clit in such a detached and uncaring way that somehow turned Hayley on even more. She was not in control and Alex…she had programmed this.

This wasn’t being remote controlled. These movements were calculated and mechanically cold. This wasn’t lovemaking like they usually did. This was sexual pleasure only. The love came through the hours and days that Alex had spent crafting such a raw sexual experience.

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In high school, I had the biggest crush on my best friend’s dad. I did everything I could to tempt him. I took my shirt off every chance I got when I was around him. I even went as far as to buy bikini briefs to strut around in when I slept over. It was just us guys since Johnny’s, my best friend, mom divorced his dad and moved away for her job.

I think I was more upset over the divorce than Johnny. After all, if he were to live with his mother, my time trying to get into Mr. Brown’s pants would be wasted. Luckily the divorce was amicable, and they agreed to let Johnny finish his schooling with his friends. That’s when I stepped up my game.

After all, Mr. Brown needed comfort. Comfort I was all too willing to give, though he didn’t seem to take notice of my willingness. About the only thing I didn’t do was crawl into his bed at night. I knew in my heart he wouldn’t have kicked me out. I knew Mr. Brown really swung my way. I saw his eyes devouring my lean body, and the way his voice cracked when he saw me in those sexy briefs.

After graduation, Johnny went to school near his mother. I went to a local college. I wasn’t the jock Johnny was. Yeah, I played baseball and ran track, but that was more so I could scope out the guys in the locker room, I really wasn’t into sports like that. It did give me a long lean muscular body that I kept in check in the university gym.

Every time Johnny sent me a text, I would remember his dad. Mr. Brown was the one that got away. He was totally rocking the dad bod before anyone had named it. He had this slight graying to his temples, permanently brown skin from his time in the Navy. I know he hit the YMCA to stay in shape, and tame his slight belly, but for me he didn’t have too.

Sophomore year, Johnny and I messaged less and less. I also came out and was humping anything that gave me a second glance. It wasn’t unusual for me to miss class because some frat boy wanted to suck me off in a bathroom, a TA wanted to have a quality discussion with their mouth full of my dick, or a professor wanted to know what it was like to be bent over their desk.

I was five foot eight, toned and tanned. I let my chestnut hair grow a little shaggy, so it gave me that school boy innocent look with my amber eyes. The thing that drew the boys, and men, in was the bulge in my shorts. I was blessed with eight inches of pure bottom pleasure and bull balls that cried out to be emptied as much as possible.

Spring break was coming up. Johnny was coming to visit his dad and I was looking forward to it. It was mainly so I could shamelessly flirt with his dad. I understood his hesitation when I wasn’t eighteen, but I was nineteen going on twenty five with my sexual prowess. So when Johnny sent me the text he wasn’t coming two days before Spring break because of some stupid paper he had to get done, I was totally bummed.

I hadn’t made any plans to do anything else. It wasn’t like I had the funds to do it anyways. I ended up doing the one thing I never did. I went to the local Gay bar to see what was exciting about it. Girls were always trying to get me to take them to one. I got enough action without going to one, so I figured it was a waste of my time. With my cornucopia of ready and willing bottoms out of the picture for the week, I decided to chance it.

I was glad I did. I was there an hour, bored out my mind and about to leave when I saw Mr. Brown come in. I faded into the crowd, eyeing him, making sure it was him, but I knew that cute little ass anywhere. I watched him order a drink and walk around the crowded club. I followed.

I saw him talk to a few guys, so I knew it wasn’t his first time here. There was no chance he was going to pull off the, “this is my first time here,” or “I’m here for a friend” story. I waited till he went back to the bar to refill his drink to make my move. I wanted him away from his friends. I didn’t want to embarrass the guy, nor did I want him looking for them for support.

I moved through the people like a shark homing in on his prey. Mr. Brown had his back to me, with people on either side of him. I saddled up beside him, my body pressed close to his. My hand moved down to his ass, cupping his firm butt. He jumped with surprise then turned his head with a smile to see whose hand was on his ass.

That smile turned to shock. I grinned a toothy smile. I leaned in, putting my mouth next to his ear so I knew he could hear me over the thumping of the music. “Hi, Mr. Brown. Remember me? It’s Zack.” I flicked my tongue against his ear to show my intent. I pulled my head back, the cockiness pouring off me like bad body spray.

Mr. Brown just stared at me, a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t move away, nor did he push my hand off his ass. I squeezed his cheeks harder, pulling him against me. My cock was lengthening. I knew he could feel against his leg as it slowly snaked down mine. I wanted to take him right then and there, but I knew better.

“Zack, what are casino oyna you doing?” He finally asked when he found his voice. He tried to move away from me but I held on tight. I saw his face was flushed red with embarrassment. It wasn’t that he was here, it was that I was. “Zack, let go of my ass.” His voice had no force in it. “Please, you’re embarrassing me.”

I leaned in again. “I’d let go, but then everyone will see how hard you made me.” I heard the hint of a moan escape him. “Those squats at the gym are really paying off.” I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. I made sure to brush my fingers over his own excitement. “Unlock it so I can give you my number. Then I’ll leave you to brag to all your friends that you got some hot studs number.”

I took the phone from him the moment he swipe it opened and called my number so I had his too. “There.” I locked the phone and pushed it into his pocket. I left my hand in there, feeling his hardness through the fabric of his pants. “I’ll come over tomorrow around noon so we can catch up.” I squeezed his cock for emphasis. “Have a good night, Mr. Brown.”

I pecked him on the cheek before releasing both his cock and ass then walked away, heading out of the club. Once outside, I sent him a text with one of the many pictures of my dick I had on my phone with the caption, “You’re going to look good riding this.” I knew the message was going to fluster him, but I didn’t want to leave anything to misinterpretation about my intent. I was getting that ass.

I didn’t get a response back. I didn’t expect one. It was everything I could do not to bust a nut before I fell asleep. I kept thinking of Mr. Brown staring at my dick pic. My cock was crying for release, but I wanted to save every last drop for Mr. Brown. I wanted my sexual palette clean and ready for the sexual buffet I was going to have.

Saturday morning I woke up and sent another picture. It was of a pair of white bikini briefs I used to wear. Along with it, I sent the message. “I’ll be wearing these when I come over.” I still didn’t get a response, but I knew he got it. I went about my morning business, eager to head over Mr. Brown’s house.

I went to the gym, got my muscles bulging for him and my testosterone flowing. I had to look good for Mr. Brown. This was going to be our first time, the first time of many if I had my way. I would have to get used to calling him by his first name, Alvin, instead of Mr. Brown. I could make that adjustment.

I was a little early for my “date” with Alvin. I didn’t think he’d mind. I knew deep down that he was just as eager as me to get down to the down and dirty. He wouldn’t admit it just yet, but he would. His car was parked in the driveway so I knew he was home. I pulled up behind him and strolled up to the front door as confident and cocky as ever.

When I hit the door bell, the door almost flung open immediately. Alvin, I had to get used to that, was standing there. His hair still damp from his shower in one of his signature polo shirts and shorts. I didn’t wait for him to invite me in, I just pushed in passed him. I wasn’t in the mood to play whatever cat and mouse game he thought we were going to play.

I plopped down in the middle of familiar couch, spreading my legs so he could get the barest glimpses up my pants leg. “Hi, Alvin.” I tested the name rolling off my tongue. I liked it. “So nice to see you out of the club scene.” He just stood there, staring at me in disbelief. “You should shut the door, unless you want the neighbors to see. I don’t mind, but you might.”

He shut the door but didn’t move. “Zack, I don’t know what you think is going to happen here, but let me make sure one thing is clear. Nothing sexual is going to happen between the two of us.” So we were playing cat and mouse. I wasn’t in the mood for this game, but I was a professional at it. “What you did last night, and those pictures you sent can’t happen again.”

I gave him my innocent look. “I just want to talk, Alvin. Honest.” I gave into the game, if that was what he wanted. I watched him tense up at my familiar use of his name. I patted the spot beside me. “Come on, sit down with me. Let’s catch up.” I watched the internal struggle rage on in him. I was setting the bait for my obvious trap, and he was willingly walking into it. “Come on, I don’t bite.” I left out the obvious sexual undertone. I didn’t want to spook him.

“Stop calling me Alvin.” He took a tentative step forward. I could see the tent in his pants that he hoped I hadn’t noticed. I moved over a bit, to give him a safety zone. “I’m sorry Johnny couldn’t make it to hang out with you this weekend. I knew you were looking forward to it.” He sat down, trying to shrink his body as much as possible. “How have you been though?”

I stretched my arm behind him, resting my hand on his shoulder. The cat had the mouse, and there was no escape. “Horny, Alvin.” I said low and deep, my eyes meeting his and conveying my intent. slot oyna “I mean I’m young and full of cum.” I adjusted myself with my other hand, watching him stare blatantly at my package. “You know I had such a crush on you in high school. I wanted to fuck you so bad.”

He looked back at my face. “I’m a top.” He said the words hesitantly, as if trying to believe them as he spoke. We both knew it was a lie, at least as far as me and him were concerned. “Zach, we shouldn’t be doing this.” I had him. He was already resigned to it. “I mean you’re my son’s best friend, and I watched you grow up.”

I reached over and pulled his hand onto the hard lump in my shorts. “Exactly, Alvin. I’m all grown up now.” He didn’t pull away his hand. “I’m not the naive little boy. I’m a grown man now.” I felt him squeeze my cock gently. He bit his lip in contemplation, his eyes moving from mine to his hand.

Since he had me by my bull horn, I decided to end his internal debate. I moved my hand to his face, guiding him to my mouth. Our lips touched and sparks flew for me. He didn’t fight my tongue slipping into his parted lips. Our tongues met and embraced, wrapping around one another then ventured out to explore each other’s mouth.

I moved my hand down his chest, then slipped it up his shirt, finding that his belly was now flat, not hard and defined, but not as much as there was before. My hand followed his happy trail up his chest till I found his nipple. I flicked the tiny dot, getting a muffled sound of approval. Slowly, I scraped my nail around and around.

He ran his hand up and down my length, squeezing the firm pipe that stretched across my hip. There was no turning back now. I kept him pulled close, letting him feel my hard supple body next to his. I was just giving him a taste of what was to come. The trap was set. He was nibbling on the bait. It was time to spring the trap and catch my willing prey.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I said breaking the kiss. I stood up, quickly kicked my shoes off and pulled my shirt off to show him the hard sexy prize he was about to get. “We are though.” My hands went to the button of my shorts. His eyes stayed glued to them. I unfastened them. “Remember these?” I moved the zipper down slowly, drawing out the anticipation.

My shorts fell to the floor revealing a pair of too tight white bikini briefs that barely contained my cock and balls. I ran my hand over the length of my cock. His eyes followed, his jaw slacked with awe. “Remember how I just ran around her in just these?” I stepped out of the shorts and between his legs.

I reached for his shaking hands and placed them on my hips. “Zack.” Came his voice soft defeated voice. His hands moved around to my ass. Alvin didn’t take his eyes off his prize. He looked up at me, pleading for me to stop him. I put my hand on the back of his head and gently nudged him into my crotch.

That was all that he needed. His mouth found me, sucked on the fabric surrounding my cock. I felt the warmth and wet of his mouth seep through as he moved along my shaft. I fisted my hand in his wet black hair. My body tensed, eager to get down to business, but I wanted to drag it out. I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

I pulled him back by his hair, lifting his head up and off of me. There was a pleading in his eyes. He was so close to the ultimate prize and I was snatching it away. Only momentarily, though. “I think you’re overdressed, Alvin.” Comprehension was lost on him in his sex induced hypnosis. I reached down and pulled his shirt off.

His body had changed since I had last seen him. Gone was the slight pudge I had loved, replaced with a flat, but still soft stomach. His chest muscles were more defined and firm. His arms were toned, and the anchor tattoo on his right bicep looked like it had been freshly reinked. “Looking good, Alvin.”

He blushed, but didn’t say anything. We both knew if he said anything it would be to end all this, and we weren’t about to do that. Not now. “Let me look at you.” I pulled him up to his feet. We were the same high now. My hands ran over his rugged chest, feeling the baby soft chest hairs. “Damn, you’re just as sexy as you were back then.”

My mouth found his. I sucked on his lower lip, letting my hands drift down his body to his own shorts. His hands came around me. I unbuttoned his shorts and lowered the zipper. I sucked on his upper lip while I pushed his pants down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. Alvin, to my delight, was going commando.

His cock was rubbing against my thigh. My hand moved to it, feeling what I dared not look at yet. I felt the hardness of his six or so inches. His cock wasn’t too big, wasn’t too small, wasn’t too thick or too skinny. It was just right. The perfect for sucking and, I’m told, fucking. Maybe I’d give him a chance to feel how tight my walls were, but not today.

“I feel overdressed.” I said huskily between kisses. “Why don’t you help me catch up to you?” canlı casino siteleri Alvin was all too willing to drop to his knees for me. He looked up at me again. I gave him a smile of encouragement. He pulled down my briefs, freeing me from my tight confines. My rod swung free, slapping him on the cheek.

I stepped out the briefs, keeping my eyes locked on Alvin. With one hand, I pushed his head back just far enough, the other I guided my cock toward his lips. He did the rest. His lips spread wide, brushing over my tip as he took me into his mouth. I saw his body trembling from the excitement and anticipation.

He let out a low grumble moan as he got his first taste of me. His tongue moved like wildfire, exploring every bit of me as he slowly took me into his warm waiting mouth. I let out a sigh of triumphant. I watched him take more and more of me in. Anyone else, I would have skull fucked him into oblivion, but not Alvin. He was a fine wine to be savored.

When I felt the press of his nose into my pubes, my legs almost gave out from the rare pleasure I was getting. Not many could take me all the way without scraping me with their teeth, and Alvin did that and more. I could feel the tickle of his tongue along the underside of my shaft. He pulled back without any choking or gagging then swallowed me whole once more.

Alvin was definitely a born cock sucker. Had I known in high school, I would have been the cause for his divorce. I held onto his head as he bobbed back and forth along my length, giving me a long sloppy wet blow job. His tongue did an intricate ballet around my cock, massaging it as it went back and forth.

Alvin gripped my hard muscled butt cheeks. He pulled me into him. He practically slammed me into him. I started moving my hips in time with him, letting him spear himself on me. I could feel the churn in my balls going, ready for their first of many releases today, but I didn’t want to shoot just yet. He could still have second thoughts.

I pulled him off me, holding his head back with one hand, my cock with the other. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He did as commanded, no questions asked. I batted his tongue over and over again, letting the driblets of precum splatter across his taste buds. “You’re so hot on your knees, but I want to taste that daddy dick I have dreamed about.”

I pushed him onto the couch. He was too scared to give in, too scared to admit that this was what he wanted. I spread his leg, lowered my head into his lap and revelled in the fact that the Mr. Brown was finally mine. I slurped and sucked his cock, holding his balls with one hand the other exploring his body.

I could tell he was holding himself back, not letting himself fully enjoy this, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I loved the feel of him sliding between my lips, the press of his cock along my tongue and the almost, but not quite there touch of his tip to my tonsils. How many times I had fantasized about this very situation and now I was living it.

“Zack.” He finally found his voice. “Fuck, Zack, that mouth.” I knew that I was as talented a cock sucker as him. I squeezed his balls, let him slip from my mouth only to take him back down again in a one swift motion. “Damn, Zack.” He arched up into my throat. I was just getting him primed. I was a man on a mission.

I let go of his balls and brought both my hands under his legs. I pushed his legs up into him, exposing that perfect pucker for me. There was no time for him to react, to protest, only shudder and moan when my tongue dashed across him. I ran my tongue all around him, tasting the hint of soap and man musk.

I toyed with him, letting my tongue open him up with its insatiable tap tap tapping on his back door. He grabbed ahold of his legs, pulling them back for me, letting me free a hand to run across his delicious doughnut hole. He was saying my name, praising me with curses of how good it felt.

The time was near. I reached over to my pants, fished out the tiny bottle of lube I brought. I opened it, unbeknownst to him. I slicked my cock up, getting it ready to do its duty. My bottom feeder was anxious and ready to satisfy yet another. I pushed a lubed finger into Alvin. If he noticed, he didn’t let on.

I stood, hooking his legs on my shoulders. I looked him dead in the eye as I rubbed my tip against his loosened hole. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” I said softly, pressing against him, but not pushing in. He looked so sexy there below me, folded in half, getting ready to take me. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I’m a top.” He said pathetically. I pressed forward, feeling his warm walls surround me. I watched is eyes roll back in his head when I moved across that special spot. “I’m, ugh, a, fuck, top.” I tried not to laugh at his feeble lie. No virgin top could take me as easily as he did. “Zack, damn, fuck.” My hips pressed against him. “I’m a top.”

I leaned down and kissed him, quieting him. “Not today, baby.” I said when I pulled back from his lips. His protests stopped when I began rocking back and forth, moving full in and out of him. He was clinging to me, trying to keep me from leaving that velvet ass. “Oh, you feel so good on my dick.”

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I began planning for tonight many days ago. I would be very suggestive in the days leading up to our latest sexual encounter, sowing the seeds for her to cultivate in her own minds way. A kind of sexual foreplay if you like, but lasting for day’s instead of minutes.

During the early part of the day concerned I joined her in the restroom, much to her surprise. where she was checking her make-up. I began to stroke her and told her that I wanted her tonight, just as soon as she returned home from her work. For starters however, I gave her a taste of what was to come, later in the day. I undid her skirt and began to lick her pussy right there and then. To my amazement, she began to rekindle a lost fantasy of ours – a threesome. She told me how much she craved to have another man join in. This took me by surprise as I thought she had gone cold on the subject. casino oyna She held on to the faucets and squatted lower and lower to get the most from my teasing tongue and by now – my nose.

She left for work in the early evening leaving me home alone with five hours of planning time, before she returned. As you know, whenever I’m left alone I become sexually mischievous. I ran myself a deep, warm bath within which I shaved my balls and nipples to delight her. The razor would brush against my nipples, to send erotic pulses throughout me. To end my bodily preparations I sprayed myself with liberal amounts of ‘Juniper Mist and Pheromones’. I was soaked in the erotic smelling fluid and began to turn myself onto myself. I wanted to play – but not yet as there was more planning to do.

Now I wanted to contact my woman, to make her wet at work. To get slot oyna her curious as to what I was doing back home, alone. I cunningly achieved this by sending her dirty text messages from my computer to her phone. ‘Hi, the fantasy room is ready for you’, ‘candles are burning and Egyptian musk fills the air’. My computer told me the message was received. Later, another message to her, ‘My, what a nice selection of lingerie you have. So tempting, here alone’. I love its smoothness and coolness on my skin’. Finally I sent this message; ‘My, what a nice selection of sex toys you have. Sooo tempting, here alone’.

The next step was to prepare the room in earnest. I scattered all her lingerie over the bed positioned the sex toys and lubricants, plus catalogues of lingerie and a good threesome story from a quality erotic website.

What happened next canlı casino siteleri however, was not in my plans. I heard her car arriving on the gravel outside. She was home early and I did some quick thinking. I decided to make it look like I was indulging in myself when she turned up unexpectedly. I lay on the bed with lingerie over me, a vibrator positioned near my ass hole and my free hand teasing my nipples. I felt so horny at about to become caught in the act. I closed my eyes as she opened the bedroom door and greeted her with a low moan and waited. I was not disappointed. She at once dressed herself from the selection of lingerie and lay next to me. She then began swallowing a large latex cock, as she began her two-man fantasy. From that moment she directed the whole session beautifully, making out there were two men and her on the bed. Such a thrill.

Such a thrill pretending to be caught, I plan for her to find me freely indulging in myself again soon, whilst making full use of her lingerie and toy collection. As a couple, the fantasy rolls on and we must plan our first threesome soon.

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[This is a sequel to Nora’s Term Paper.]

I was entering the South Campus gate at 135ht Street and Convent Ave when I saw a young woman, one of my fellow students, walking in the opposite direction. She was a tall, pale girl with straight medium-brown hair and steel-rimmed glasses. I recognized her as Nora Meara, who had been in my freshman history class during the spring 1974 semester.

She wasn’t just any classmate. Near the end of that term she had offered me a blowjob in return for a final paper to be written by me. I was foolish but horny; I had no experience with woman whatsoever as I passed my nineteenth birthday. Perhaps it was in a spirit of experimentation that I had accepted her arrangement even though I had never before considered buying or trading for sex.

The transaction had been completed although neither of us was completely satisfied with the results. A few days later we had a bitter argument while we stood outside our classroom building, Wagner Hall. She had made it clear that I should never approach her if I saw her around campus again and I was happy to comply with her wishes.

Now the fall semester had just started and this was the first time I had seen her in over two months. I considered veering off to the side to avoid passing her but she saw me too and she walked directly towards me. In the few moments, as I stood there in indecision, she had closed the distance between us.

“Hey Paul, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

My social instinct automatically answered for me, “Hi, Nora.” I almost continued with, how are you doing? but I stopped myself.

“I haven’t seen you since last semester.”

I decided to use a bit of honesty here, “I thought you said you didn’t want to see me again.”

She made an expression and a shrugging gesture that seemed to say, well, what can I say, that was then. I suspect it was faked; I knew she was a good manipulator.

She replied, “Okay, so we had a bit of a kerfuffle last year.” Actually I remembered how nasty and threatening she had been then. Now he gestured for me to step aside a few yards into the plaza in front of Cohen Library. This took us out of the flow of pedestrians using the pathway.

She said, “Anyway, you know why I’m here now.”

I probably did know but I didn’t want to admit it, “No, not exactly.”

“Come on silly, I’m going to offer you another deal, or maybe more than one deal.”

I wasn’t that pleased with how the previous one had gone and she had to know that. She took an indirect approach, “Do you have a girlfriend now?”

“Ah no, but the semester just started.”

“Well, you had the whole summer.” Yes, a whole summer as a foot messenger downtown; not exactly a pick-up paradise.

She continued, “In any case, hope springs eternal.” She had put an odd fake lilt into her voice. She was teasing me as she had done last semester and it was not in a friendly way. I guessed, or maybe just fantasized, her thoughts about me: with the past as a guide, the odds are that you are not finding a girlfriend any time soon. That’s where I come in.

She looked at her slim gold watch and said, “So you can at least meet me in the Finley cafeteria and hear me out, say at five?”

One part of me thought, turn her down, get away from her now. And yet another voice, a devilish one, said in my left ear, go ahead, check it out, it’s just talk.

I briefly looked her over. She was wearing a pullover long-sleeved blouse, a skirt that came to just above her knees, and her bare feet were in a pair of brown loafers. Somehow she appeared both more modest and more sophisticated that previously, although perhaps I was imagining more than was really true. But I could picture a faculty member or administrator noticing her enter Cohen Library. They might think, what a nice studious young woman.

Yes, this exemplary coed offered sex acts to other students who did her coursework for her. I had made some inquires about her and I found out that she was an amateur campus prostitute exchanging herself for cash or academic services, depending on whatever her clients could offer.

With some reluctance I decided to go to the next step, “Okay, I’ll be there.” I wanted to find out what she had available this time. Just knowing couldn’t hurt, right?

She smiled – faked again I guessed – and then turned to leave.

****

The South Campus cafeteria of New York’s City College was in a huge old building called Finley Hall. This place served as the Student Center for the college and it also contained the office of the newspaper I wrote for, The Salient.

I was sitting at a table in that grungy room when Nora came in and sat down. I noticed that she was wearing lipstick now and she hadn’t been earlier. I’d have called it dark pink, not red. I knew it was not a coincidence that she had applied this bit of makeup.

The first thing she said, “Okay, I’m tell you what I need and you can tell me if you can provide it.” In an instant she was taking out some papers illegal bahis and arranging them on the table. These were the materials from her courses, the syllabuses and reading lists.

I hadn’t yet heard the phrases “always be closing” and “assume the sale” but those could be applied to Nora. She went over the four courses she had and asked me which ones could be mostly or entirely handled by me.

She had one each in English, sociology, political science and history. The title of the history course, America Since 1945, seemed promising but it had a huge reading least. I settled, tentatively, on the poli sci and sociology classes as the ones I could handle. Each of them required two papers but there were no tests.

Nora said, “Probably it would be a good idea if you got permission to sit in and audit those classes.”

“Aren’t you going to be attending them?”

“For the most part yes, just so everything looks kosher. But you’re the one actually doing the work.”

I checked the dates and times and saw that there was no conflicts with any of my courses. However, I would have to deal with commuting and then attending these classes. For one thing, I’d have to be on the campus on Thursdays which I originally had intended to be an off-day.

Then she leaned back and said, “Okay, your end, I mean what you’re getting. I know one thing you want.”

I think I knew but I said, “Which is what?”

“Oh, coitus, copulation, balling – whatever word you want to use.”

I felt shame and embarrassment and I think she noticed that in my expression. She ignored it and kept on talking. “What I propose, I’ve thought this through already, is you get a bang for each end-term paper and a blowjob for each midterm.”

Like before, she was managing my side of the deal. I tried a mild protest.

“That’s it? I have no say in this?”

“It’s retailing, baby. You go into Sears and you get a certain product for a certain price.” I guessed she didn’t believe in haggling.

She must have noticed my dissatisfaction, because she added, “All right, I’ll add one bonus blowjob and one handjob as part of the overall deal.”

I attempted a joke, “This is like when a car dealership throws in the floor mats.”

She did laugh at that. I thought, Nora, you’re so pretty and you’re smart and witty too. Yet, you’re also damaged in some way, deeply fucked in the mind, and there may be nothing that can be done about that.

I think she sensed my doubts, “I’ll give you three days to think it over. Meet me here again, same time, on Friday.”

I sat for a moment and considered things, “Nora, I was thinking, this is kind of ambitious. I might rather do like one course, or maybe just one paper.”

“That’s fine, I’d be amendable to that. It’s your choice. In fact . . .” She leaned closer and she had a very serious expression. “You might be cautious and really consider what you can handle. I wouldn’t want to repeat what happened last semester.”

What had happened was that I was disappointed in the blowjob I had gotten, and she had been unhappy with the mediocre grade she had received on the paper I had written for her.

She continued, “You’ve got to get your head straight this time. If you make a commitment, I expect you to uphold your end of it.”

I dropped some pseudo-philosophical comment, “Life does take some strange turns.”

“Hey, don’t do it if you don’t want to. Spend your semester trying to get into the pants of some nice girl for free.”

She was getting under my skin again and I responded, “You said something like that once before.”

“Because I’ve seen that kind of thing before. The age of Aquarius: guys think that liberated-chick pussy is going to be coming from the sky like raindrops.” She made a motion with her fingers indicating rain falling. “But it’s a harsh world, everything is pay for play.”

She had some need to open up to me, “Listen buddy, you want a lot of free poon-tang, or even a little of it? Become at least moderately famous or rich, try out for a rock band perhaps. Otherwise, be prepared to put a ring on the finger of that girl you’re lusting for.”

I decided to challenge her, “It’s not all like that.”

“Oh really, what have you seen yourself? Some of these chicks will give you a taste before they rope you in, but that’s their goal. And on the other hand, guys will make all sorts of promises to girls, then fuck them and dump them. Not me baby, I’m not going for either scenario.”

It struck me that she must have been jilted once herself, maybe more than once.

Then she said, “Three days.” She held up three fingers. “Can you be here again Friday afternoon?”

I told her I could and then she got up and left.

****

I had had a few fantasies about Nora over the summer.

One of the most disconcerting took place in a Garment District loft building that had been on one of my rounds as a messenger. I imagined that for some reason I was there late at night and I had entered the illegal bahis siteleri elevator lobby on one of the upper floors. Nora was being raped in there by two guys. They had tied her hands behind her back and taped over her mouth. One of them held her down on a pile of cartons while the other pounded her.

When I walked in they didn’t notice me but she did. The look in her eyes signaled, please help me. I stared for a moment and then I watched the man’s buttocks clench as he rapidly thrust into her. I caught her attention again and I shook my head. A moment later an elevator arrived and I got on it.

I was disturbed by this waking nightmare I had created. I tried to rationalize it by thinking that it was actually Nora’s fault; her dysfunction was having a baleful influence on me.

I hadn’t planned on seeing her at all during the fall semester, but now I had voluntarily met her in Finley and I was going to meet her yet again to finalize arrangements. I knew what the pitfalls could be but I was doing this anyway. Now I had to admit that some of this darkness was not just within her but within me too.

****

“I was wondering if we could work this differently, I mean I’d pay cash and it would pay as we go. This academic thing, doing your coursework, it just seems like too much for me.”

This was during our Friday afternoon meeting. I had gotten the nerve to tell her my reservations and to propose some alternatives.

To my surprise she accepted that without complaint, “All right, that’s fine, we’ll talk about other arrangements.”

“I’m sorry about your classes.” Why did you just apologize to this grasping harlot?

She smiled at me, “I’m not worried, I have back-up, guys in reserve who are willing to take over.”

I was surprised and I blurted out, “Really, you could arrange that so easily?”

She seemed to be in a chatty mood, “Yeah, I think I told you this already. You don’t know the depth of male pussy starvation on this campus. Probably it’s on all campuses if I could speculate. Anyway, college is certainly one big – call it corral or complex full of eager dicks looking for pussy to pound.”

She warmed up to the topic, “I guess it’s always been like that, but back in the days of raccoon coats and rumble seats men understood there wasn’t much being offered for free. Most of them – probably – held out until they got snapped up into a marriage. Now they have this post-hippie delusion that gaping pussy is everywhere to be had and – well, to their dismay it just isn’t so.”

I dared say, “You seem to have figured all this out for your benefit.”

“Damn right I have; I just snag these poor schmucks for my own purposes. I got three of my courses covered already by horny but frustrated scholars. The only exception is that history course; the reading list is a real bitch. Since I can’t lower the price I’ll probably have to increase the services offered.”

She’s got an entrepreneurial spirit, that’s for sure. I decided not to ask her about any further details.

“So, Paul, I know what you want: some jelly roll.”

I think I understood, but I wanted to confirm it, “You’re taking about?”

“Some snatch, the magic vagina; I heard you mention mine last semester.”

I had been staring right at it at one point but I hadn’t been allowed to touch. Nora said, “You’ve got some money available, I assume?”

I had worked that minimum wage job over the summer but most of the $3,000 in my savings account had been placed there by my paternal grandfather when I had enrolled in the college. Now I was on the verge of drawing it down to pay for access to his brazen strumpet.

“Ah yeah, I’ve got some cash on hand.”

“Good.” Then she told me the price for one session and I realized I had underestimated the cost.

She must have sensed my misgivings. “That’s the going rate. You could check around to confirm it but you probably wouldn’t know who to talk to. Anyway, The Salient office is the best place to go as before. That couch up there is awful but it will do for this. Pick an evening and show up with the money. Remember the cab fare too.”

For once in my life I was decisive and I choose the following Monday evening. Nora said, “Keep in mind, you’ve got to wear a rubber.”

I didn’t say anything but she guessed I needed an explanation, “If you’re wondering why I don’t just take care of things myself. I deal with a number of guys and I don’t know where they’ve been poking their eager schlongs. I don’t want to get a dose of the clap or something worse.”

Then she brightened, “However, I do have quite a selection I can bring in.” I wondered if she had bought them or if they were extras donated by her clients. “Consider the condoms on-the-house!”

I was reminded of how bars provided peanuts or other snacks to encourage more beer sales. Nora had a knack for business; that was obvious.

*****

On Monday evening I sat in the newspaper office on the third floor and waited for Nora. This canlı bahis siteleri time when she knocked and I let her in I made no pretense of greeting her or trying to be friendly. She just sauntered in and put her hand up, saying one thing, “Money?”

I took out the cash and handed it to. After she had counted in and put it in her purse, she looked around the room, “Yeah, I remember this. The whole school is a dump and this place is certainly a part of it.”

I responded with, “Well, you’re a student at this school. Why did you come here?”

“Free tuition, baby, probably the reason you’re here too. If I could afford it, I might be at NYU or whatever.”

Yeah, and you’d be turning tricks down there too, I’m sure. She had a longer skirt on now, not one of the minis she preferred last semester. Again I was struck by the idea that she was “repositioning” herself to look more mature now. I speculated about her eventually graduating from amateur hooker to call girl status.

As she walked through the room examining it I thought of a Bette Davis character scoffing inside some dive bar. When she looked at the office sofa, a worn-out red-vinyl castoff, she said, “You’d think you guys would get some decent furniture by now.”

“We depend on the student activity fee, you know that.”

“Still, you could chip in to buy something from, I don’t know, the Salvation Army.” She winced, “This school is not just in a slum, it is a slum.”

She sat down on the couch while I stood in front of her. I already knew the outlines of how this would go. There was nothing spontaneous about being with a prostitute; everything was part of a process. Nora was going to withhold any emotional involvement and turn the whole act into a purely physical procedure.

She took a packet out of her purse that contained a condom, “Don’t worry, I’ve got more if something goes wrong with this one. By the way, it’s an ‘endz’ version. You know what that is, right?”

“Sure, I know.” That meant it had a bubble-shaped tip that allowed some space for semen to collect. After she gave that to me, she took out a small brown bottle. “This is a sexual lubricant. After you put the rubber on, use this on it. Believe me, everything will go much smoother that way.

I deduced that she didn’t have to get aroused at all; with the lotion her vagina could be completely dry and we still could copulate. Copulate; what a perfectly uninspiring word for this. She said, “All right, let’s get ready for this. For your part, take your pants down and get Mister Weiner upright.”

As I undid my clothes, she quickly lifted her skirt and removed her white panties. I was standing about a foot away from her as she spread her legs and leaned back on the couch. For the second time in my life I saw her reddish-pink cunt surrounded by her brown pubic hair.

As I started to stroke myself she said, “You can talk if you want, say what’s on own mind.” I noted she didn’t phrase it as, you can talk to me.

I took advantage of the leeway she offered. I said things like, “I’ve thought about you all summer, Nora.”

“You imagined fucking me then?” I thought, her tone of voice is as dry as her cunt probably is.

A moment later I said, “It would help if you touched yourself while I watched.” It was strange to see a woman with legs apart and a look of boredom on her face.

She replied, “You want me to masturbate for you too? That’s an extra twenty, payable immediately.”

I wasn’t about to stop for that and in any case I didn’t have an extra twenty. I tried a joke, “Extra money for something that benefits you?”

“You don’t get it. It would be for your benefit. I don’t care if I feel anything or not.”

I was impressed by her bluntness. I tried another gambit, this one a bit riskier: I insulted her, “Nora, you’re a dirty little whore, you know that?”

She frowned about otherwise didn’t seem that bothered by my comment. I suddenly understood her strategy. Whatever I said or did to get myself erect was to her benefit. The whole act could get done faster and she could go home earlier.

Shortly after that she said, “You look ready enough. Get the rubber and lotion on.”

As I did that she lay down on the cushion with her legs apart. A rubbed my hand clean on my jeans and then I knelt between her legs.

She said, “Okay, put it in already. You must have fantasized about this enough. It’s not that complicated.”

With a little bit of maneuvering I guided my penis to her crotch and rubbed the glans in her opening. I guessed I had it right and I pushed my hips forward. With the lotion I had applied I entered her quite easily.

Okay, I’m inside her and thus. . . I looked at her face and I hoped she wouldn’t do something like put her hands behind her head while I attempted to screw her. I was grateful that she put her hands on my back, but her eyes were closed at this point.

I tried to follow my instincts and I thrust as rhythmically as I could. I used one hand to hold her shoulder and the other to grasp the back of the sofa. I was aware of the condom and I supposed it would be preferable if it wasn’t there. Perhaps the most pleasant sensations came from where the bare flesh of my crotch was rubbing against the bareness of hers.

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Mr. Steele gazed hungrily at me. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, suppressing a growl behind his Adam’s apple. His wide starry eyes traced the outline of my teenage body as I hesitantly took another step forward.

“Come closer,” he instructed, extending an index finger and curling it upwards. I obediently complied as I held my breath and bit my lower lip before taking the final steps towards his mahogany desk.

“Care to explain?” Mr. Steele asked firmly, tapping a piece of notebook paper on his desk that was thoroughly crumpled yet laid out flat. I winched my eyes and averted my gaze, all too aware of the obscenities adorning that page.

“Well… what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m… sorry?” I finally replied; of course it was a total lie, but what else was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell Mr. Steele the truth? That I’ve had a crush on him since I started high school—since the 9th grade? Was I supposed to confess my undying love—and devilish fantasies—for this handsome, well-toned, and, according to my artistic depictions, well-hung biology teacher who was not only happily married but also had a son in my graduating class?!?

I started to blush as I stared intently into Mr. Steele’s scowl, noticing how he looked even more handsome when he was slightly pissed off. The salt and pepper in his neatly trimmed scruff outlined Mr. Steele’s sexy lips, which have distracted me in class far too many times to remember. My eyes slowly made their way up his defined cheekbones to his piercing blue eyes, which were staring back into my own, unblinking and burning with fiery emotion.

Uh-oh… Mr. Steele looks REALLY pissed off…

“Do you know how many times this was passed around the faculty lounge?!” Mr. Steele growled, grabbing the paper and wrapping his meaty fist around it. I jumped back a bit as a yelp escaped my throat. Oh crap—I didn’t know other teachers saw my drawing too!

“At least 30 faculty members saw this THING before it was brought to me!” he exclaimed loudly, crumpling the paper into a tight ball before pitching it quickly into a trashcan below.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m soooo sorry,” I sputtered and sobbed, bringing a hand to my trembling pout. Mr. Steele closed his eyes and turned away. Tears began to swell as I continued my plea:

“It was never supposed to get out of hand like this… it was just a stupid drawing I did for Jenny… we were just joking around Mr. Steele… I was kidding and said you sent me a dick pic and Jenny didn’t believe me so OF COURSE I had to show her your dick pic and the only way to do that was if I drew a picture of you sending me a dick pic—”

“Alright that’s enough,” Mr. Steele sternly interrupted, cutting me off from continuing my run-on stories that I am kind of notorious for.

“Are… are you mad, Mr. Steele?”

He looked back over at me and narrowed his eyes before taking a deep sigh and confessing:

“No, I’m not mad… just, disappointed.”

Ouch.

His words burned my ears and heated my heaving chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat and brought both hands to my eyes, gingerly wiping away beading tears atop my fingertips.

“You’re a very talented student,” Mr. Steele said above my slight sobs, “and you wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that science scholarship, am I right?”

Oh crap—my scholarship?! Mr. Steele has that kind of pull? Oh shit—did I just seriously fuck things up beyond repair? More tears flowed as I furrowed my brow and shook my response, hiding behind my hands and not daring to look at Mr. Steele directly.

“Shhh, shhh,” he started to console, sitting up a bit before leaning back in his chair, “don’t worry; I’m not going to take that away from you. You really are… my most favorite… student…”

I snuck a peek between my fingers and could see that he looked sincere. I started to relax a little when Mr. Steele flashed a smile and my sobs automatically turned into giggles.

My god, I love his smile.

“How… how old are you again?” he suddenly asked, bringing his hand to his chin while looking me up and down a bit more intently than he had done before.

I was taken aback but instantly answered, “I’m eighteen, Mr. Steele.”

He glanced towards the classroom door before brining his attention back to me. As I watched him illegal bahis look me up and down again, I observed him fiddling with the wedding band on his left hand. Mr. Steele noticed, and with eyes now locked onto mine, he slowly removed the golden ring and let it fall to the tabletop with a sharp metallic clank.

“Take your clothes… off… slowly.”

I… I didn’t even hesitate! I followed Mr. Steele’s instructions like the obedient honors student that I am. I shimmied my shoulders and allowed my backpack to plummet to the floor without regard. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up and over my head, tossing it aside with ease, smiling and blushing as I watched his eager reaction.

Mr. Steele growled his apparent approval. “Now, remove your skirt.”

Looking downwards I admired my breasts as they bounced lightly in a light pink pushup bra. I lowered my hands towards my exposed navel and fiddled with the big silver button situated below. When I finally got it free, I pinched the zipper and dragged it down, soon exposing my pink panties that perfectly matched my bra. Grabbing both sides of my denim skirt, I slowly shimmied it down my hips and towards my thighs, letting it fall effortlessly to my ankles before kicking it away.

“Mmm, now take that off,” Mr. Steele instructed, leaning back in his chair as he brought both hands to his lap, his unblinking gaze upon my heaving chest and delicate bra.

Unclasping the front, my teenage breasts suddenly sprang free. I giggled as my little nipples hardened in the cool classroom climate. I threw the bra towards my other discarded belongings before tracing my hands up the length of my body, all the while watching Mr. Steele rub his yearning, growing manhood.

Oh my… was Mr. Steele truly as big as my exaggerated drawing?!

I took a step forward. And then another. The flesh on my thighs pressed into the side of his desk as I slowly leaned over and presented myself fully to my most favorite teacher ever.

Reaching out an arm, Mr. Steele cupped one breast in his hand and slowly rubbed my nipple with his thumb. Ticklish sensations arose with each subsequent stroke as my panty parts began to moisten and swell. As if reading my thoughts and feeling my urges, Mr. Steele ordered:

“Place your hand in your panties”—a guttural growl escaped clenched teeth—”and touch yourself.”

I… I… I’ve never done this before! I have never touched myself in front of a man—ever! Hell—I’m still a virgin! All these thoughts filled my mind and caused me to hesitate in front of Mr. Steele. I started to tremble and pulled back a bit, my fresh breast leaving his clammy hand all alone at his desk.

“I… I don’t know how…” I replied, my gaze lowering from his glower.

“You… don’t know how?” Mr. Steele questioned, clearly not believing me. But it really was the truth!

I just act like a slut to make up for the fact that I’m actually still a virgin! Yes—really!

Mr. Steele got up from his chair and approached me through our thick electric tension. He reached for my arms and pulled me close to him, his rock-hard manhood bouncing behind khaki trousers. His hand then covered my own, and together we slipped ourselves behind the elastic band of my silky pink panties.

I gasped aloud as he led my fingers down my freshly shaven cunt, stopping when he finds a tiny nub of flesh and gives it a quick flick.

“That’s your clitoris,” Mr. Steele educated, rubbing it leisurely as my legs started growing weak. Warm sensations swirled as he guided my fingertips towards my clit, and together we rubbed my pink jewel in slow, gentle, circular motions. Wetness started creeping outward and begins to coat our fingertips, which felt even better on my hardening, sensitive nub.

“That’s a good girl,” Mr. Steele moaned, sending shivers down my spine as his breath fanned my neck. “That’s how you touch yourself.”

I rolled my eyes back and moaned aloud, enjoying the feelings coursing through my naïve body.

“You say you’ve never done this before,” Mr. Steele continued, “yet your pussy is all wet and swollen. You aren’t fooling me, kiddo.”

“It’s the truth, Mr. Steele! I… I haven’t!” I quickly stammered. He released my hand and withdrew himself from my panties; clearly, he still did not believe me.

I innocently looked up illegal bahis siteleri while Mr. Steele looked down at me, smirking widely as he started to meddle with his belt buckle. Still staring, still unblinking, and with me still rubbing, his belt was finally freed, allowing his pants to drop effortlessly to the floor, leaving just his boxers with a stiff bulge beneath.

I gulp—oh wow, Mr. Steele’s dick looked HUGE pressed against plaid underwear!

“Now, it’s your turn to touch me,” he finally said, taking hold of my other hand and leading it towards his ballooning boxers. I felt my fingertips graze his warm, hard, throbbing shaft and gulped again when I realized I had my teacher’s cock in my hand.

Instinctively I began stroking Mr. Steele through his cotton boxers while I continued rubbing myself with my other hand. His begging dick throbbed in my delicate fist while wetness began pooling in my palm.

But it was just too difficult to touch Mr. Steele AND myself at the same time! So I removed my hand from my panties and brought it up to his begging bulge; now, with two free hands, I cupped both around his rock-hard hard on and slowly guided them up and down and up and down while Mr. Steele moaned his apparent approval.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Mr. Steele sighed, his dick bumping hard against my hands. “Your innocent act is quite good… but I’m not totally convinced.”

Suddenly he pulled me into him, bringing my bare breasts against his crisp button-down shirt as my surprised face pressed into his sternum. I inhaled deeply while still rubbing wildly; I could smell Mr. Steele’s sharp cologne mingling with fabric softener while his heaving chest brushed my smiling cheeks. I then began to tug, tug, tug at the fabric of his boxers, and, taking a quick peek between my perfect teenage breasts, my starry eyes witnessed a giant purple monster springing up into existence.

Holy crap—Mr. Steele has a MASSIVE dick!

Before his boxers had a chance to fall the length of his legs, Mr. Steele picked me up as if I weighed no more than a Barbie doll, and I instinctively wrapped my trembling legs around his masculine body. Carrying me, captivating me, with his begging cock pressed against the bottom of my exceedingly wet panties, Mr. Steele backed up to his desk and slowly laid backwards. He lifted me up by my hips as I fiddled with my underwear in an attempt to get them off; once I was free, I situated myself more comfortably on Mr. Steele’s lower abdomen, just where his shirt stopped and his neatly trimmed pubes began. I could feel his meaty cock curving around my tight ass as I stared deeply into his lustful eyes, granting him all the permission he could ever need.

Mr. Steele positioned me over his erect dick, pushing hard against my little wet slit. He rubbed his cock up and down my clit, starting at the tip of my lips down towards my pink soft spot, gently knocking at the entrance before lowering me slowly onto him.

“Ride me,” Mr. Steele growled, almost a roar, his gaze locked on the cock about to breech my virginity.

Within an instant, his cockhead slipped past swollen lips and pushed up against my quivering hole. But I didn’t move… I couldn’t move… because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next!

“Ride me!” he roared, ramming his cock upwards into me. I yelped and cried and gasped aloud as a searing hot pain shot through my insides.

“Fuuuuck,” he cursed, tightening his grip atop my hipbones, “you were telling the truth… you’ve really never done this before…”

I eagerly nod as tears of pain stain my cheeks.

“Don’t worry, kiddo… I’ll go slow… at first…”

Pulling me down just a little bit more, Mr. Steele pushed his head further in. My pussy spasmed and pushed back hard, but I was just no match for all his might; thankfully, he paused until the pain had passed.

I clenched my teeth and held my breath as I felt his cockhead throb inside. Big, warm, wet and yearning, Mr. Steele slid another inch in, followed by another inch and another, stretching me slowly with his gluttonous girth.

My walls were writhing and ripping around his massive cock, filling me with so many feelings that I had never felt before… feelings that I… I kind of liked…

Curiously, I began to move back and forth and back and canlı bahis siteleri forth. I had never done this before, yet something in the back of my brain was guiding my body all by itself. I closed my eyes and exhaled my breath, witnessing stars in my mind as shimmering sensations flourished deep within my core. Slowly, rhythmically, I rocked my hips forward and back, smearing my warm wetness across Mr. Steele while his cock pumped precum deep inside of me.

I lifted my hips and withdrew myself, my pussy popping audibly around his cockhead. I then lowered down just a little bit… and went back up and down and up and down, bouncing on that oozing mushroom while tickling my sensitive entrance. In and out and in and out and just a little bit every time drove Mr. Steele wild; my pussy pushed back as he suddenly dragged me down the length of his shaft, slamming into the deepest depths of my 18 year old pussy.

“Oww-oww-ahh-aahhhhhHHHH!”

My cries of pain soon became moans of pleasure. I reveled in the electric feelings swelling deep inside my core—like an impossible itch finally getting scratched. I purred as I felt his cock throb while sweet wetness leaked just a little bit more.

I heeded the tingles and followed what felt right. I started rocking back and forth again like before, but this time, all my weight was on top of my teacher, forcing his cockhead deep into my tummy while wringing my walls around his unyielding shaft.

Oh god it hurts so much but feels so fucking good! I can’t stop—I didn’t stop!

I slammed my hand on Mr. Steele’s chest to get better leverage. Rocking back and forth and back and forth, I relished in the pain and pleasure and tingles and sparkles that flooded my being. I was eagerly abusing my pussy while willingly bruising my insides—and Mr. Steele seemed to really like it too!

“Fuck fuck fuuuuucck,” he groaned while his dick throbbed harder the faster I rode. More warm juices started flowing from my little wrecked hole, coating Mr. Steele’s cock and leaking on the hem of his shirt. I squeezed my cunt as hard as I could which caused a volatile surge to suddenly swell—a rush of warmth arose and started building stronger and stronger until—

OH NO! I’m going to pee all over Mr. Steele!!

I made every attempt to hop off my teacher, but he wasn’t letting me go anywhere. I wailed and flailed as I tried to stop the urge, but feeling me spasm all around his dick made Mr. Steele grab me harder and hold me down as he pumped his hips upwards into my unexpected orgasm.

“Ahhhhh!!” I screamed as a gush of liquid exploded out of me! I wiggled and writhed and rocked even harder as my cunt soaked Mr. Steele in my carnal creations.

Tears filled my eyes as I spilled these sweet pleasures out of me. This was like nothing I’d ever felt before! The wetness made it even easier to rock back and forth and so I quickened my pace, smearing myself all over my teacher’s groin, wrapping my thighs tighter around his rock-hard body while grinding as hard as I possibly could until…

“Oh god oh god oh my FUCKING GOD!”

A massive hot explosion shot out of his dick! Mr. Steele’s milk engulfed my insides and erupted upwards into my tiny tummy. He thrust harder and faster as he continued to cum—I watched his eyes roll back as he wrapped his hands around my hipbones and wringed my insides around his unleashing cock. My cunt clenched him harder as I squirted my own juices all over his monster cock and button-down shirt, soaking ourselves and the entire desk in our sopping-wet orgasms.

One… two… three more spurts, and I knew Mr. Steele had emptied completely. He was panting “fuck fuck fuck” under what little breath he had left as I continued to shudder on his lap. Stars ablaze, I couldn’t think… I couldn’t see… I couldn’t smell… I just sat there, shivering, sputtering, and sometimes spasming on the dick still stuck inside my hole… still pulsating… still reveling in the ecstasy of what we just experienced…

Ahhhh…

When I finally came back to reality, I slowly bent down to give Mr. Steele a soft kiss on his lips. Taken by surprise, he quickly turned his head and started pushing me off his lap. As soon as I slid off, Mr. Steele’s cum trickled down my thighs and splashed on his desk before dripping down onto the classroom floor.

I just stood there at the foot of his desk, looking more surprised than he. Mr. Steele sat up straight and with an extended finger pointed angrily in my direction suddenly said:

“Kissing the teacher is an automatic detention! I’ll see you tomorrow after school, missy.”

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* * * * *

Copyright Oggbashan February 2006

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

* * * * *

I was savouring my after-breakfast cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Sandra, my next door neighbour.

“Gerald?”

“Yes Sandra. Good morning.”

“Are you doing anything this morning?”

“Nothing that couldn’t be done another time. Why?”

“I need your help. My car should have come back from servicing this morning at nine o’clock. They’ve just rung to say that it won’t be ready until tomorrow. Something about needing a part for the steering…”

“And?”

“And I’m supposed to be playing a friendly golf tournament starting at eleven o’clock. I’ve just rung the others. They are already on their way so I can’t get a lift. Could you?”

“Drive you to the tournament? I suppose so. Where?”

The tournament was thirty miles away. Not far, but expensively too far for a taxi if one was available. Of course I obliged. I like Sandra.

We see each other frequently. Sandra is a widow. I am a widower. Our partners died some years ago and both of us are established in our single routines. Sandra has her golf. I have several community interests. We overlap from time to time and seem to spend more time talking to each other than to anyone else. Driving Sandra to a golf tournament was easy. I had taken a book to read if there was nothing else to do.

I didn’t get a chance to read the book. Sandra enrolled me as her caddy. As I am completely ignorant about golf all I did was pull her golf trolley around and hand her the club she asked for.

She explained what each club was for and why she had chosen it. I bahis firmaları tried to follow her explanations but it was too much information to absorb. Sandra’s instructional chat was irritating her opponent, Irene. I could see that it was a gamesmanship ploy that was working. Over the second nine holes Irene became more erratic in her drives and ended in the rough too often. Sandra won easily despite trailing two strokes at the eighth hole. I wasn’t sure of the score but apparently Sandra’s victory had been unexpected and against the expected form.

The points from her round were just enough to ensure that Sandra’s team won the overall contest. As each result was announced and the competition was decided, Sandra hugged me. I hugged her back even though I had no real idea what the scores meant. If they meant another hug that was reward enough for me.

I hadn’t really hugged, or been hugged by Sandra before. I might have had a gentle squeeze of a hand, or a peck on the cheek, but never a full-bodied hug. I was enjoying them. We stood side by side watching the score board with our arms around each other. That felt comfortable and natural. There were a couple of curious looks from some of Sandra’s team mates, usually followed by a broad smile as they saw how happy we were together.

At the end, we all sat down to a meal in the clubhouse. The two teams were mingled. I sat next to Sandra. Irene, her defeated opponent, was next to me. During the meal, while Sandra was deep in conversation on her other side, she asked:

“Why did she bring you, Gerald? Do you really know nothing about golf?”

I explained about Sandra’s car and that I was just the next-door neighbour who had been co-opted as the transport.

“How much did you learn?”

“Not much. There was too much for me to take in during the round.”

“She was talking a lot. She put me off my stride.”

“I regret kaçak iddaa that I think that may have been deliberate. Is that allowed in golf?”

“Yes. At least it is in our form of golf. We couldn’t go round the course without chatting. What got to me was that Sandra’s explanations were precise, correct and a veiled criticism of my tactics. She would say to you something like ‘I’d use a five iron’ when I had already selected another. I knew that she was right, I was wrong, and that made me less confident.”

“I’m sorry that she rattled you, Irene. Do you mind?”

“No. All’s fair in love, war and golf competitions.”

“I see. Then I think I’ll remain a non-player of – golf.”

“Wise man. You are possibly safe from war, but I wouldn’t be so sure about love,” Irene whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“I think Sandra claimed you today. She showed her teammates that Gerald is hers. Do you mind?”

I had to think before answering. Did I mind?

“No, Irene, I don’t think I do.”

“Good. Sandra is a mean opponent at golf but from all I know about her she is a great person.”

“I think I’d agree with you.”

“I thought you might. You two looked happy side by side.”

That was the end of our conversation because the presentations started. Sandra won a trophy for best individual performance. Apparently her win over Irene had been against the odds and recent form. Something was said about their relative handicaps. It meant nothing to me.

As we drove back home Sandra asked:

“What was Irene whispering in your ear?”

“She said that all’s fair in love, war and golf. I replied that I knew nothing about golf.”

“She said more than that, surely?”

“OK. She suggested that you had claimed me. Had you?”

“Would you mind if I had, Gerald?”

“Irene asked that too.”

“And what did you answer?”

“I told her that I didn’t kaçak bahis think I minded.”

“You are slow, Gerald. I thought I gave you a large enough hint when we hugged so much. What more do you need?”

“What are you offering?”

“Cheeky!”

“I only asked.”

“What would you like?”

“Some companionship, some company that might develop into something more…”

“I think you have that already. How about a meal with me tonight?”

“Are you sure, Sandra? Is it too much trouble? You played a hard game of golf today.”

“OK. How about a takeaway pizza, in my house, at seven tonight?”

“Accepted with thanks.”

When we got back to our separate but attached homes we both had a shower. I shaved carefully and dressed as if we were going out to dinner. I drove the short distance to the local service station and bought some flowers. At seven exactly I was on the doorstep, flowers in hand. As Sandra opened the door a pizza delivery van arrived. I had to carry the pizza through to the kitchen while Sandra put the flowers in water.

We ate the pizza side by side on her settee, washing it down with a carafe of Chianti. At the end of our meal we took the remains to the kitchen. Sandra pushed me back against the kitchen units and kissed me. I kissed her back.

Her fingers unbuttoned my jacket and removed my tie. I eased my arms out of the jacket and hung it over a chair. Sandra’s arms wound around me, pulling me against her warm breasts. We kissed again. She led me back to the living room and pulled me down to the settee. She pressed a lever on its side. It slumped back to form a narrow bed.

We snuggled together on that bed and gradually shed more and more clothes until we were both naked. Slowly and gently we explored each other’s body with fingers and lips until the narrow settee bed impeded our efforts.

I gathered her up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. There we developed from companionship into something much more. That something should keep us happy for the rest of our life…

I never did learn to play golf.

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Henry paced his massage studio impatiently, waiting for Fiona to show up. She wasn’t even running late – he was just really eager for his little sister’s best friend to come through the door. Sophie had called him earlier in the day asking for a favor; could he please work his magic and help her friend Fiona with her back? She had tense muscles in her back and Sophie wanted to give her a massage for her birthday.

Henry, of course, made a show of reluctance. It was only natural; his sister was notoriously bad with money and wouldn’t be able to pay his normal rates. Not to mention, he really didn’t want her to figure out just how desperate he was to get his hands on Fiona’s tight little body.

The girls were four years younger than Henry, but that hadn’t stopped him from noticing just how hot Fiona was. Her long, wavy chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes alone would have been enough to stop a man in his tracks. Couple that with soft, olive skin, slender limbs toned from dancing, perky tits, and an ass other women would kill for and you could forgive Henry his permanent case of blue balls around her.

Two weeks ago, after eating dinner at his parents’ place, he had been rooted to the floor outside Sophie’s room listening to her talk to Fiona on the phone – plotting how they would get her cherry popped. It was a mystery to him how Fiona could make it almost to 22 without getting laid. He had gritted his teeth in frustration and disappointment when he considered the possibility that she wasn’t just shy around him, but probably all guys. He had always thought it was adorable how she would go all quiet around him, but apparently his one clue that she might have a crush on him too had nothing to do with him.

So, when Sophie called begging him for a favor, he made a show of grumbling before relenting. There was no way he was going to pass on his one chance to put his hands on his little sister’s hot friend.

She knocked on the door, right on schedule and slipped into his studio looking a little out of breath and slightly bewildered.

“Hey birthday girl! You ready for your massage?” he asked her, trying to sound like it was any other appointment.

“H-hi Henry – I don’t know. I’ve never had a massage before,” she stuttered adorably.

“Well, there’s not much to worry about,” Henry replied as he showed her to the massage table. “You can put your clothes on the chair over there and I’ll be back in a few minutes. Get yourself comfortable on the table and I’ll be right back.”

“S-sure.” Fiona blushed, unable to meet his eyes and missed the wicked smile on his face as he walked out and closed the door to give her privacy.

He waited right outside the door, counting the seconds till he could walk back in without scaring her off. His cock was already pulsing in his pants with anticipation, and his heart felt ready to leap out of his chest. Finally, he knocked lightly on the door to give her a heads-up and walked back in to find her lying naked, face down on the table.

He stifled a groan at the sight of her gorgeous skin on display in the soft lighting. Her head was resting on her forearms, giving him a spectacular view of side-boob. Her body looked absolutely flawless, covered in nothing but a white towel across her hips.

“So… Sophie mentioned your back is feeling a bit sore lately?” he asked as he moved to stand by her head.

“Yeah, we started working on a new dance routine last week and some of the twists involved didn’t agree with me.”

“I’m sure we can sort that out,” he replied. Looking over those long lean legs, he suggested a full work-up and hoped like hell she’d say yes.

“Sounds good to me.” She seemed to have settled down a bit now that she didn’t have to do anything but lie there, but there was still a hint of breathless anticipation to her as she agreed.

Making sure to warm the oil between his hands first, he gently started to massage her shoulders in slow, firm circles. When he kneaded the tendons and moved down to her shoulder blades, she couldn’t hold back a pleasurable groan. Once her shoulders felt looser, he moved to her spine and ran his thumbs up and down along her spinal column before spreading out to do her sides and ribs. He desperately wanted to brush his fingertips against the sides of her tits, but he was sure she’d freak and run out if he tried anything.

Just getting to touch the girl he had been lusting after for years was a dream come true. After about 10 minutes of loosening up her tight shoulders, he could feel her practically illegal bahis melting into the massage table. If it hadn’t been for the occasional moan, he’d almost be convinced she’d fallen asleep.

As he moved on to massage her calves and thighs, he felt like he could finally start to enjoy the sensation of his hands running over her smooth skin; as long as he’d been standing by her head, there had been a risk of her opening her eyes and seeing his very obvious hard on. Standing by her feet there was no way she could see his cock’s desperate fight for freedom, and he could enjoy the view of her long, slim legs that ended in the hottest ass he had ever laid eyes on.

Knowing full well that her little dancer’s body had never been touched by a man before he was desperate to “accidentally” work the towel covering her hips and ass up far enough to catch a glimpse of that virgin little pussy.

Based on the sounds she was making as he worked her thighs, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was getting wet under that annoying towel and if she would stop him before he got to the point where he had her dripping on the table.

He gave her some long, firm strokes up her legs, starting at her ankles and gradually working his way higher and higher up her thighs. By the time his fingertips were almost at the swell of her delicious ass, he was practically holding his breath, hoping she wouldn’t object or ask him what the hell he was doing.

Taking a chance, he slid his hands sideways to work her inner thighs and the moan that slipped from her lips was almost enough to have him rip through his pants. His cock was begging him for relief, and he could hardly believe his luck that he finally had his hands touching Fiona’s luscious skin.

She seemed fine with having his hands so close to her pussy, and he gradually worked his way onto her ass. As his hands moved higher up, so did the towel and he could finally see that pink little pussy in all its glory. Her legs were a little too close together for him to see it properly, even standing at her feet bending over the table, so he got back to kneading her thighs for a while so he could gradually push her legs further apart.

Five minutes of painful patience later he had her splayed on the table exactly how he wanted, and she had made no objection to any of his actions. She seemed completely blissed out and was completely malleable by now.

Slowly, so she wouldn’t be able to notice him moving, he bent lower to get a closer look at that hairless little pussy. It looked delicious; all smooth, pink skin, glistening with pussy juice. It looked incredibly tight and he could just imagine what she would look like with her pussy lips stretched around his thick cock. His cock was leaking a steady flow of precum by now and he almost felt ready to blow without touching himself at all.

As he continued kneading her inner thighs, he was able to spread her pussy lips far enough to see that pussy juice was starting to trickle out of her tiny opening. He wanted a taste of that sweet honey so badly, but knew it was too soon and settled for a discreet little sniff of her instead.

Goddamn it! She smelled fantastic.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Under the guise of pouring more oil in his hands, he whipped his t-shirt off quickly and pulled his pants down far enough to let his cock out to breathe.

With a fresh supply of oil to make her skin glisten he went back to work on her amazing ass. He had her moaning in pleasure from his magic hands in no time and he figured it was make or break time.

“Do you mind if I take the towel off? It’s getting in the way a little.”

She was too blissed out to articulate a proper reply and just hummed her approval of the idea. Gently so as not to give away his excitement, he pulled the towel off and threw it to the floor.

Finally, he could see all of her! Her smooth, tanned ass cheeks glistened with massage oil and he savored the feeling of running his hands over them.

As a reward for her cooperation he gave her some slow, deep strokes over her ass and up the small of her back before starting to work his thumbs closer and closer to her crack. When she didn’t object, he started to work her muscles diagonally to let his thumbs spread her cheeks, giving him the perfect view of her pussy and her naughty little asshole.

A few “accidental” brushes of his fingers against her pussy lips later, he risked running his flat hand across the span of her ass crack all the way down her pussy and across her clit, illegal bahis siteleri before slowly reversing the motion and letting his fingers trail back up.

His heart pounded in his chest as her breath caught and he could see her shoulders tense from the unexpected move that even the most naïve massage client had to know had no place in a professional massage. Slick with oil, his fingers quickly got to work on her clit and pussy lips, and as she moaned loudly and let her eyes roll into the back of her head, she seemed to decide to just go with it. She lowered her head fully back on the table and quietly allowed him to go on.

Slowly he worked his hand back up to her asshole and decided to test her boundaries a bit. A little breathless himself, he slid his thick middle finger into her virgin asshole. Fiona went perfectly still as she waited to see where he was going with this. He sank his finger as far into her warm, tight ass as he could and fingerfucked her for a little while.

“Henry? What are you doing?” she asked a little timidly.

“Shhh… Let me take care of you,” he said before slowly sliding his finger back out. He could see that she was soaking wet by now and he desperately wanted to eat that slick pussy, but the angle was too awkward to let him really enjoy it. Instead he spread her ass cheeks as far apart as they would go and started teasing her twitching asshole with the tip of his tongue.

Fiona gasped and lifted her hips and inch or two off the table in response and he knew he had her right where he wanted her. He licked, sucked and teased her asshole mercilessly until her hips were rising completely off the table of their own volition and her breath was coming in short pants.

Going back to running his hand up and down her perfect pussy, he tickled her clit furiously and slid his fingertips slowly back up to her virgin hole where he let his index finger sink into her tight, wet heat.

“Oh my god!” she gasped and had no choice but to follow when he used the same hand to guide her up on her elbows and knees on the table.

“Fuck! Your pussy is so tight,” Henry whispered with a groan, before desperately sliding his finger back out to make room for his hungry mouth.

He latched his lips around her pussy and drank as much of her leaking pussy juice as he could get. Swirling his tongue around he made sure to get every drop of her sweetness in his mouth before moving back up to her asshole and sliding his tongue inside as far as he could reach. She was moaning uncontrollably now, and her thighs were starting to tremble.

“Has anyone made you cum before?” he asked as he decided to give her loosened asshole a rest and moved to the side of the table where he could get a good look at her naked tits for the first time.

“N-no,” she replied shyly.

“Just you then?” he insisted, sliding two fingers into her hungry pussy.

“Yes,” she gasped as he slid his fingertips over her G-spot.

“Time to fix that,” he grinned and fingerfucked her furiously until she was trembling all over and screamed out her orgasm as she gushed all over his hand and the massage table.

While she was still coming down from her high, he slid his pants all the way off and left them in a puddle on the floor before getting on his knees behind her.

Her long dancer’s legs had her pussy at the perfect height for his cock to slip right in and pop that little cherry. He had most of the head of his thick cock in her pussy before she was even aware of what was happening. He knew the instant she noticed; her breath caught, and she stilled in breathless anticipation. With a firm grip on her hips, he started gently but persistently sliding his cock into her.

“Oh god!” she moaned. “You’re so big! It’s not going to fit.”

“Oh, it’ll fit alright. Don’t you worry baby; I’m not stopping till I’ve fucked your brains out!”

Admittedly, it was an incredibly tight fit, and sweat was beading on Henry’s forehead as he gritted his teeth to avoid either coming in her too soon or shoving his eight inches in too hard. After what seemed like ages, he was finally balls deep in the sweet pussy he had been fantasizing about for years, and he allowed them both a moment to savor the feel of him bottoming out in her wet heat.

“You doing okay there, babe?”

“Y-yes! It feels incredible!” she gasped. “Please move. I need you to move!”

Chuckling, Henry allowed himself a few seconds to grind his pelvis against her before starting to thrust. He enjoyed the visual stimulation canlı bahis siteleri of her ass bouncing as his pelvis smacked against her hips. He left one hand with a firm grip of her hip, and let the other run up her back, around to cup her breast and teased her nipple for a while before sliding it down to play with her clit.

Fiona responded to his expert touch immediately and her pussy started pulsing around his thrusting cock, trying to milk the cum straight out of his balls.

“You’re so tight, I’m not going to last,” he warned her before speeding up both his thrusts and his teasing fingers on her clit. It seemed to work, and she soon trembled with another orgasm.

Henry wasn’t satisfied however and pulled her down with him as he kneeled behind her so he could really tease her pussy with his hand. Her legs splayed on the outside of his, her pussy lips were stretched tight around his cock and he strummed her clit mercilessly until he forced her straight into another orgasm. She screamed and squirted even harder than the first time.

Her rippling, orgasming pussy came close to making him come, but he managed to hold off as he clutched her tight little body close with one hand on her pussy and one hand cupping her full, perky breast.

After taking a minute to cool down, hoping to stave off his own orgasm for a little while longer, he lowered her trembling body back down on her stomach on the table and lay down on top of her, sinking his cock back in her hungry pussy. With her firmly anchored beneath him and his hands on her shoulders holding her in place, he was able to really pound his cock into her. She clutched his hands tightly and moaned continually as he drove her into the table.

Her pussy was so sensitive from her three orgasms and his thrusting cock that he didn’t need more than a few thrusts angled just right over her G-spot before her next orgasm milked the cum straight from his cock and deep in her pussy. They moaned in unison as he emptied himself into her. He savored the feeling emptying his balls into her hot pussy for a minute while dropping kisses on the sensitive skin below her ear.

Fiona lay just lay there with her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips and her legs wound around him tightly, humming in pure satisfaction. Slowly, he sat back and enjoyed the sight of his cum spilling out of her freshly fucked pussy before helping her sit up on the table and standing between her spread knees.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked almost drunk as she tried to regain her balance on the edge of the massage table. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at Henry naked for the first time – from the satisfied grin on his face, past his wide shoulders and strong arms, over his ripped stomach, down to his still half-hard cock and back up to their clutched hands.

“Were – Uh were you planning on doing that the whole time?” Fiona asked.

“I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but mostly I was just looking forward to getting to touch you,” Henry answered earnestly while continuing to do just that; he slid his hand up her arm to cup her cheek, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I always thought you just considered me as Sophie’s annoying friend,” she admitted, biting her lip while letting her eyes drop slightly again in embarrassment.

“Hey!” He ducked his head slightly, making sure to look her in the eye again before continuing; “I never thought that. And I’ll admit I might have acted like a bit of a dick just now and helped myself to your virgin pussy without asking first, but this was never just about a fuck for me.”

“Really?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes! Really. Why don’t you come over to my place tonight? I’ll make us something to eat and show you everything else I have planned for that gorgeous body of yours.”

“Like what?” she asked breathlessly.

“Well, for one thing I haven’t fucked you in the ass yet. And I’m guessing you need someone to teach you how to suck cock.” He grinned at her shocked expression.

“Not to mention that I’m nowhere near having had enough of your pussy juice in my mouth. So, can I expect you around six thirty?” he asked while running his fingers lazily over her puffy pussy lips, rubbing his cum into her skin.

“Heck yes, to all of that!” she moaned.

“I hate to kick you out, but I have another client coming in twenty minutes and I need to clean up before he gets here. I don’t want anyone smelling that sweet pussy of yours but me,” Henry said regretfully, before helping her get dressed.

After a lingering kiss by the door, she left on shaky legs with a huge grin on her face, a note with his address clutched in her hand. It might have been Fiona’s birthday, but it was Henry who got what he wanted most that day.

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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This story is PART TWO of the “Little Ashley” trilogy and is more effective if you read PART ONE first. – xoxo Daphne123

*

It had been almost a month since the October mid-term exam. Almost a month since Ashley, the high school senior, a girl I’d known since she was little, sucked my cock dry during class while hiding under my desk. Almost a month since she had crawled on my desktop, spread her legs wide, and asked me to fuck her beautiful, young, tight pussy. Almost a month since Ashley began playing with my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Now it was November, the day of the annual local holiday parade. The weather was gorgeous, and all the high schools in the area had their floats, bands, cheerleaders, color guards, and dance teams there. It was always a fun event to attend, and I had lots of students in the various groups.

I was walking around in the large open field where parade participants waited their turn to begin the route. Finding the area where groups from my school were located, I mingled and said hello to various people that I knew. When I got close to my school’s dance team I heard a squeal of surprise and delight from one of the girls.

“You came!” It was Ashley. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck, her dance team pom-poms swishing around my back as she gave me a huge hug.

It felt wonderful to hug Ashley like we had always done since she was little. When she pulled back I got a good look at her. The dance team girls were wearing their black warm-up suits over their dance uniforms. The jackets zipped down the front and had each girl’s name monogrammed on the side. What made my cock hard though was that Ashley had put her gorgeous dark hair in long pigtails that came down on both sides past her shoulders. The pigtails were held in place with two little red bows. For the final touch, Ashley was wearing a really cute pair of silver snowflake earrings that dangled and bounced with her hair. She looked like the holiday version of every guy’s fantasy schoolgirl.

“Awwww, Ashley you look so cute,” I said trying not to make it obvious how turned on I was. The hair, the bows, the earrings were all playing with my mind. It was hard for me not to see Ashley as the little girl she used to be. Now, I was seeing the unbelievably hot high school senior Ashley who had arranged her hair to LOOK like a little girl. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Thanks,” Ashley smiled at me and cocked her head to one side. “I wore it like this for you.”

“I like the bows,” I said gently tugging on her pigtailed hair, “you look like a present.”

Ashley leaned closer and whispered softly in my ear. “I am a present…for you.”

My heart jumped as Ashley giggled and kissed me on the cheek. “Would you like to unwrap me?”

“What…here? Now?” I asked cautiously.

Ashley nodded with a slight smile. “Come with me.”

Taking my hand, Ashley led me towards the woods, looking back over her shoulder at me with the most beautiful smile, her pigtailed hair bouncing as we walked. I knew I should stop this right now before it went any further. After last month I promised myself I wouldn’t be tempted again, but I loved Ashley, and she was impossible to resist, so I kept walking.

As we entered the woods together, the noise of the parade became more distant and the sounds of leaves rustling with the gentle wind took over. I was grateful that there were a lot of evergreens in these woods. Whatever Ashley had in mind, we would at least be able to have some privacy.

Finally, deep in the woods, we reached a tiny clearing where a small picnic table was set up for hikers and campers to use. Ashley set her pom-poms down on the table and whipped around to face me.

“This area isn’t used anymore,” Ashley said wrapping her arms around my neck. “There’s no one around except us.”

Before I could say anything, Ashley closed her eyes and parted her lips, giving me the softest most loving kiss I’d ever had. Her teenage lips were moist and gentle, her long pigtails brushing up against my cheeks and caressing my neck. With every passing second my urge to resist her was weakening.

“Ash,” illegal bahis I begged between kisses, “please don’t do this to me. We shouldn’t be having this kind of relationship.”

Ashley pulled back and pouted her lips. “Don’t you want my little pussy?” With the pigtails and pouty lips it was like I was seeing the extremely hot eighteen-year-old version of little girl Ashley. It was so unbelievably sexy, and knowing that she was doing this to me on purpose made her even more desirable. She knew I was conflicted by seeing her as little Ashley, so she decided to make little Ashley hot.

“It doesn’t matter that I want you Ashley,” I was grasping for straws. “I can’t have you.”

Ashley smiled cutely as she got down on her knees and began undoing my trousers. “So you DO want me.”

“That’s not the point Ashley, its not…ohgod…” I stopped mid-sentence as Ashley gently pulled my rock hard cock out of my boxers.

“Its not what?” Ashley cocked her head to the side and smiled as she slowly unzipped her warm-up jacket half way down. I nearly passed out when I saw that Ashley wasn’t wearing anything underneath. One at a time, she reached into her jacket and pulled out her beautiful perky teenage breasts, tucking the fabric underneath and raising the zipper enough to support her gorgeous mounds so they hung teasingly over the jacket. She looked into my eyes for approval.

“Don’t you want to nurse on my cute little nipples?” Ashley pouted again, arching her back to present her perfect teenage breasts to me.

Ohgod. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. She knew EXACTLY how to tease me, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist her much longer.

“Its not right Ashley,” I was begging as she took hold of my cock and began pumping it slowly. “Ohgod…please Ash! I love you! Ohmygod…I love you so much, but you’re young enough to be my daughter!”

Ashley looked up at me with the most submissive eyes as she licked the tip of my cock.

“I love you too…daddy.”

Ohgod! That was it. My last inhibitions came crashing down as Ashley took my cock in her moist warm mouth and began sucking as if her life depended on it. Her pigtails caressed and tickled my inner thighs as her head bobbed furiously back and forth on my shaft.

“Ohfuck!” I cried out, taking hold of Ashley’s pigtails with both hands as if I was gripping the steering wheel of a car. Completely surrendering to my perverted desires, I began moving my hips in small thrusts, and I felt Ashley giggle in triumph. Ashley’s sucking and slurping noises mixed with her giggling and moans of pleasure were marvelous to hear as the warmth of her moist mouth enveloped my entire shaft, her perky breasts bouncing invitingly with each movement.

Continuing to work on my cock, Ashley unzipped her jacket and pulled it off her shoulders, unveiling her fantastic breasts in their full glory. Mygod they were perfect. Tossing the jacket aside, Ashley moved her hands to her hips, sliding her pants down over the curves of her amazingly firm ass. Mygod, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them either!

Ashley smiled teasingly as she pulled away from my cock and stood up to finish removing her pants, wiggling her hips as she slid them down her gorgeous legs. Tossing them aside along with her shoes, Ashley climbed onto the table and moved to the center. As she positioned herself, I noticed she was purposely wearing cute, white, lacy, little girl socks which just added to the young Ashley look and played more games with my head. She had thought of everything.

Ashley was on all fours on top of the table with her beautiful young pussy completely exposed to me and ready to be fucked. She looked back at me over her shoulder with those gorgeous eyes, her pigtails and earrings dangling gently.

“Come on,” she smiled as she spoke softly. “Little Ashley wants you to fuck her soft young pussy. Please daddy, she can’t wait any longer. Don’t make her wait any longer.”

There wasn’t a straight man in the world that could resist the sight in front of me. Little Ashley, my student, on all fours in long pigtails, red bows, snowflake earrings, and little girl socks, begging me to fuck her.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I gave in.

Climbing onto the table behind her I lined up my shaft with illegal bahis siteleri the entrance to Ashley’s perfect teenage pussy, touching her soft labia with the tip of my cock.

“Ohgodyes!” Ashley braced herself. “Please daddy! Put your cock inside your little girl’s pussy.”

Damn, she was really getting into this role-playing, and the perverted part of my mind was turned on like never before. The desire to fuck little Ashley overwhelmed my better judgment. I HAD to have her, right now.

As I pushed forward, my cock parted her labia and slowly began to fill her young moist pussy.

“Yes daddy! YES!” Ashley cried out laying her head back as she felt my shaft tunnel into her and fill her tiny pussy completely.

“Oohhhhhhgoooooood!” Ashley moaned in beautiful pleasure as the walls to her young pussy opened like the petals of a delicate flower, stretching and adjusting to be able to handle my huge member. I pushed in all the way to the hilt, feeling her warm, moist, teenage pussy envelop me completely. As my cock rested deep inside her, I took in the sight of Ashley’s young, firm, and perfect ass wiggling on my impaling shaft directly in front of me. I suddenly felt the need to punish her for putting me through all her temptations.

(SMACK!)

I spanked Ashley’s ass hard, causing her to give the cutest girly yelp as her whole body jumped. It took her by surprise, but Ashley got right back into her role-play, looking over her shoulder at me with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry daddy,” Ashley pouted. “Don’t spank me, I promise I’ll be good.”

Oh fuck she did it again! No matter what I did to her, Ashley was always able to turn it into another temptation, another way to make me feel even more conflicted. I began spanking her beautiful ass over and over out of sheer frustration.

“Dammit Ashley,” (SMACK) “What are you doing to me?” (SMACK) “You’re driving (SMACK) me (SMACK) OUT (SMACK) OF (SMACK) MY (SMACK) FUCKING (SMACK) MIND!”

With each smack that landed on her cute little rear, Ashley’s yelps got higher and higher in pitch until they sounded like yipps from a little puppy dog. Her pigtails flew back and caressed her smooth naked body as Ashley threw her head back and screamed.

“Spank me harder daddy!” Ashley cried out. “Please spank me harder!”

That was it. I had reached my breaking point. Little Ashley or not, student or not, I decided I was going to fuck the daylights out of her.

Grabbing Ashley by the hips, I began thrusting my cock in and out of her young teenage pussy in long full strokes, continuing to spank her with hard smacks on her ass.

“Ooooohhh yes!” Ashley cried out. “Yes daddy! Please fu- (SMACK) OH!! Please fuck me daddy!”

I started to pump her faster. “You little fucking tease, Ashley! You’ve been messing with my head for weeks! I can’t get you out of my mind!”

(SMACK)

“OH!” Ashley yelped as another hard slap came down on her ass. Her pigtails whipped around as she looked back over her shoulder at me and flashed a naughty smile. “And you LOVE it, don’t you?”

(SMACK)

“YES, DAMMIT!” I slammed my cock into Ashley over and over again, pounding her young pussy as hard as I could. “YES I FUCKING LOVE IT! YOU MADE ME LOVE IT!”

Ashley shook her head. “Um umm,” she smiled with a little bit of smugness as her pussy was getting mercilessly hammered. “You’ve wanted little…ohfuck…little Ashley’s pussy…oooohhh…for a while now. I’m just ma –…(SMACK) OH!!!…making you admit it.”

Dammit she was right. I wanted this. The teasing, the conflict, the danger, the desire, all of it. Most of all though, I wanted her. The realization hit me so hard it actually made me stop thrusting. When Ashley felt me hesitate, she looked back at me over her shoulder with those deep brown eyes and saw how genuinely conflicted I was about doing this to her.

“Hey, shhhh, its okay,” Ashley dropped the little girl act and spoke as herself. “Its okay, you can have me. I WANT you to have me. I love you and I want this just as much as you do.”

Ashley locked her eyes on mine, giving me a deadly serious look I had never seen from her before.

“Please give this to me,” Ashley spoke softly, her eyes welling up. “I wont break. I’m all grown up now, and I want you to love me. I canlı bahis siteleri need you to love me. So go ahead, fuck your little girl.”

My eyes became misty as I listened to the words I so needed to hear from her. When she smiled back at me, I saw the Ashley I’d always known and loved since she was a little girl holding her teddy bear. With all the love in the world, I took one of her pigtails in each of my hands and tugged on her hair, raising her head slightly.

“Mmmmm,” Ashley closed her eyes and gave a content smile, bracing herself in expectation of what was coming.

“I love you,” I said ready to unleash a pounding on her young pussy.

Little Ashley giggled. “I love you too…daddy.”

In an instant I went from zero to full throttle, fucking Ashley like a relentless jackhammer. Her beautiful eyes went wide and in seconds she was screaming.

“OH YES!!! OH FUCK YES!!! YES DADDY YES!!!!!”

I pounded Ashley’s pussy deep and hard, holding onto her pigtails for balance as Ashley enjoyed the sensation of having her hair pulled while being pummeled from behind.

Ashley’s pussy gripped my cock from all sides beautifully, her young breasts dangling and swaying back and forth as my shaft slammed into her again and again.

“OHGODYES!!! DON’T STOP!!! PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!!!”

The sounds of little Ashley screaming in pleasure as my cock hammered her pussy just made me want to fuck her harder.

“Mygod Ashley, you are so beautiful like this,” I said as her entire body convulsed in an ecstasy of pleasure. “Come on little girl, come for me.”

“FUCK ME!!! OH PLEASE FUCK ME!!!!! UNNNHHH!!! UUNNNNHHHH!!!”

Ashley’s pussy clamped down on my cock as she came hard. Her girly screams were adorable as waves of unbearable pleasure crashed over her body. I was determined to keep going, so I held back my orgasm as long as I could and continued to ravage her.

“OHGOD!!! OH FUCK!!! YES!!!! OHGODYES!!!!! I’M GOING TO COME AGAIN!!!!!”

I didn’t let up. The shaft of my cock glided across Ashley’s g-spot over and over and over as her screams of delightful agony echoed through the trees.

“OHGOD I’M COMING AGAIN!!!!! UNNNHHH!!! UUNNNNHHHH!!! UUUNNNNNHHHHH!!!”

“That’s it little Ashley,” I said pulling firmly on her pigtails. “Come for me again!”

Ashley felt me tense up and knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“PLEASE DADDY!!! COME INSIDE ME DADDY!!! COME INSIDE YOUR LITTLE GIRL!!!!!”

“OH FUCK!!!” I cried out as I began to unload inside Ashley’s little pussy. She squealed with delight as she felt the warmth enter her womb.

“Oooooooohhhhhh! That feels soooooo good! Ohgod!! I can feel it daddy!! I can feel you coming inside me!!”

Ashley grabbed one of her pigtails and bit her hair in tension. Her muffled screams grew higher and higher in pitch each time my cock pulsated inside the walls of her tight pussy.

“UNNNHHH!!! UUNNNNHHHH!!! UUUNNNNNHHHHH!!!” Ashley’s teenage body was gorgeous to watch as orgasm after orgasm had their way with her.

After Ashley’s pussy finished milking my cock for everything it had, it released me from its vice-like grip and allowed me to slowly pull out of her, leaving Ashley panting and gasping for breath.

Physically spent, I weakly laid down beside Ashley, trying to figure out how to get my breathing under control before I passed out from the mind-blowing experience. Completely exhausted, Ashley rested on the table, turned her head towards me, and began sucking on her thumb like a little girl.

“Fhank you waddy,” she said with her thumb in her mouth, giggling at how funny she sounded.

I smiled and put my arms around Ashley, holding her smooth, beautiful, teenage body close to mine. For a while we held each other in silence, listening only to the sounds of our breathing as it began to return to normal. We got lost staring into each other’s eyes, her sweet beautiful smile making me realize just how much I loved being with her. My little Ashley.

Finally I spoke.

“You are one amazing girl,” I said gently caressing her beautiful face.

Ashley’s eyes sparkled. “You’re pretty special yourself.”

I kissed her ever so gently on the tip of her cute little nose. “So…since you’ll be in a new class for the spring,” I asked, “where will I get to see you again?”

Ashley giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Would you believe…Paris?”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as Ashley smiled teasingly and kissed me on the cheek. What did little Ashley have in mind for us next…

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MARIA COURTNEY QC walked out of the Royal Courts of Justice and walked along London’s Strand before turning into Southampton Row walking towards Bloomsbury. It was a beautiful day and she was on top of the world having just won a very important case in which she had successfully defended her client in a libel action.

She could have taken a taxi to her hotel but the walk, she thought, would do her good and give her a chance to work off some of the adrenaline coursing through her veins, always induced by the buzz of winning an important court case, also she needed a breather, time to catch her breath before arriving back at her hotel because she knew Dear Daddy would be on the phone wanting to know every detail of how she had won the case.

Daddy had been a successful lawyer and Maria’s upper-class background and her rich father had helped to see her through Oxford but for all that, when she was in the courtroom she was on her own and she wanted to prove that she had ability regardless of the start in life that Daddy’s money and connections had undoubtedly provided.

The sun was beating down and she took off the black coat of her two-piece suit and slung it over her shoulder, any observant man with an eye for a beautiful woman would take in at glance the sexy walk, the wriggling bum in the black knee-length skirt and his keen eye would get a tantalising glimpse of her white bra through the tightly pulled blouse buttons stretched across her fulsome breasts.

Jeff Blackburn was such an observant man; he had the perfect vantage point watching Maria walking towards him. Leaning on his shovel four feet inside a hole at the side of the road and he was looking forward to seeing as far up her black tights or stockings as possible when she passed by.

Maria saw him first and gave the hole a wider berth, seeing the cheeky look on Jeff’s face, his gleaming smile and the pearly-white teeth, but she also noticed much more. The golden suntan on his magnificent torso, his firmly toned chest muscles, the trail of hair running down his bare stomach pointing like a finger into his tight-fitting, scruffy jeans.

“Give us a flash darling,” he said crudely, “don’t be a spoil sport.”

Normally Maria would treat such a remark with utter disdain, no man in the circles in which she normally circulated would make such a coarse remark, but somehow there was something different about this man, he was funny, roguish, the glint of devilment in his sexy, brown eyes and he was different to the men she normally associated with, men who would never turn her on in a million years, it was his toughness as well as his rugged good-looks that made her smile back at him.

“Give us yer phone number sweetheart, guard it with my life honest.”

Maria suddenly felt so feminine, so girlie, and so different from the high-powered woman she had become, the woman who had just ruthlessly destroyed the case against her client in the UK’s highest court.

She walked on, well of course she did.

Jeff watched the movement of her sweet, little bum shuffle in her skirt as her high-heels clickety-clicked on the pavement and she disappeared, mingling in the busy hustle and bustle of the crowded street.

Soon Maria illegal bahis would be at the Tavistock Hotel where she intended to collapse on the bed and chill before phoning Daddy but she was still smiling inwardly at that gorgeous, hunky fellow who had put a new kind of spring in her step and it had overtaken the thrill of her High Court victory and replaced it with a different kind of thrill.

It had been fleeting, over in a few seconds. His delicious smile, the bluntness of the way he had asked for her phone number and she was half wishing she had been naughty enough to have given him a flash up her skirt. God what was she thinking about, she could never do such a thing – ridiculous.

She stopped at the entrance to her hotel and looked inside her handbag, she pulled out one of her cards and glanced at it, it contained her office number and her mobile number under her embossed name — MARIA COURTNEY QC.

Maria retraced her footsteps, this time she was going to be naughty, very naughty.

Jeff was busy working, digging the hole even deeper while his mate was softening the soil with a jigger-pick when he turned to see a pair of women’s high-heels at least a foot apart at the side of the hole he was stood in. His eyes traced slowly up the woman’s legs, up her skirt, above the tops of her stockings to the white, softness of her thighs, and then the gusset of her gleaming, white panties pulled up so tight he could see the shape of her perfectly formed pussy lips and just a hint of her tight slit. A nice, tight slit always made his mouth water and he had seen plenty in his time.

His gaze lingered to soak up the view, Maria smiled down at him.

“Hope you have seen enough,” she said handing him her card.

Again Maria disappeared in the direction of her hotel.

“You fucking lucky bastard,” Jeff’s mate seethed, “that’s three fucking women this week”

“Someone has to do it.” Jeff laughed, taunting his friend.

“Well make sure you get it right up her twat and give her at least half a dozen thrusts for me.”

“I’ll try to remember that Bill.”

“Fucking liar,” Bill retorted with a belly laugh.

Once home Jeff punched the numbers into his mobile.

“Hello Maria Courtney here.” Maria said answering her mobile.

“So where are you? By the way my name’s Jeff.”

“Oh Jeff, did you enjoy the view?”

“Perfect Maria, cute, little cunt you have in the gusset of those panties darlin’ and where are you now?”

His voice sounded very husky and ruggedly sexy and Maria was taken aback by the crude directness of his remark.

“Tavistock Hotel.” She stuttered falteringly.

“Room number?”

“361” Maria replied nervously giggling like an 18 year old girl rather than the sophisticated 28 year old high-flying career woman. Now she could feel her heart thumping inside her breast and her breathing tightly constricted.

Maria’s life had been one of study and career; she had missed out on all the fun her friends had enjoyed, nightclubs, dancing, boys and above all men, books and more books had been her life and as she waited for the knock on her door she was extremely nervous, the butterflies in her belly would not be stilled, and were far illegal bahis siteleri more difficult to control than the ones she felt whenever she walked into court wearing her wig and gown, she was excited and terrified at the same time. This was a totally new experience for her and as she sat on the edge of the bed her legs felt so weak she thought she would never be able to stand up again.

Hearing the knock at the door and quickly looked in the bathroom mirror re-checking her long, back hair which was always perfectly groom and shining like silk, she couldn’t help notice how flushed he cheeks were. She opened the door.

Jeff stood there looking supremely confident and much taller than she thought he would be as she let him in. Maria was completely out of her depth, her normally self-assured demeanour dissolved at the sight of this ruggedly handsome man dressed in jeans and t-shirt. He would look amazing dressed in a sack and he knew it. In the courtroom she was in control, self-assured and fearless but this was different she was on his territory and once again he flashed those pearly, white teeth, smiled and blinked his long eyelashes and stepped into the room. He knew why he was there and what he wanted and it was obvious to Maria that he wasn’t used to resistance and rejection, from women, nor had he come to waste time. The slow attempts at seduction, normal in the circles she moved in, were not part of Jeff’s agenda. Maria half gasped but was not at all surprised as she realised he had come for a fuck not to take her for lunch.

Maria was in his arms before she could think; her breasts were pressed against his firm, hard, muscular chest his kiss told her he was taking route one.

Her blouse was open and over her shoulders, her bra unclasped, her tits out and her skirt hit her ankles. Within seconds she was stood in front of this man, still kissing him dressed only in knickers and holdup nylon stockings as she was forced against the wall.

Lifted off her feet she was propelled onto the bed and was looking up at him feeling dwarfed by his magnificent, muscular frame, resisting him even for a second never entered her head. Two strong hands grabbed her knickers and pulled them off, her knees were pushed open separating her thighs and exposing her vulva ready to take some cock.

Jeff stood at the bottom of the bed and, with Maria’s cunt totally exposed to him, pulled his t/shirt over his head displaying his manly chest, firm, tanned stomach muscles developed by the arduous nature of his job.

His lips parted and again a perfect set of white teeth were the centrepiece of a smile that was almost lecherous with intent as he unbuckled his belt, pulled his zip down and dropped his jeans. His tight-fitting jockeys displayed a rock-hard bulge, the shape of his manhood stretched upward pushing through the elastic towards his navel; he proudly displayed a purplish-coloured cock-end the shape of an egg.

Maria closed her knees temporarily to hide her exposure and regain some modesty but Jeff stepped forward placing his hands on her knees again very possessively pushing them wide apart.

“Leave them open I want to see your crack babe.” Maria complied allowing him full view of canlı bahis siteleri her swollen pussy while he downed his jockeys, his nine-inch mammoth proportions throbbing and twitching in front of her surrounded by a mot of black pubic hair as he climbed on the bed between her gaping thighs with his throbbing cock held firmly in his fist.

“Now Maria Courtney QC let’s get this thick animal up your cunt,” Jeff grunted coarsely with gruff animal intent.

Maria winced with the sharpness of his entry hearing Jeff’s long, rasping intake of breath; she felt his length and girth fill her completely as his slow, rhythmic thrusts made full use of the whole extent of his lovely cock.

Maria’s taut body began to relax and move with slow regular movements and the exotic sounds emanating from her lover. She was responding to his obvious ecstasy aware she was pleasing him from the exotic moans and grunts accompanying each inward plunge, propelled by each punch of his gorgeously, tight, little arse.

Buried, captive beneath his virile frame, with only her knees protruding from the sides of his hips, she took the increasingly vigorous strokes from the unyielding power of his manhood and her fingertips gripped and pulled on his hairy arse-cheeks.

Rugged cock invaded her soft wetness, swelling to fill her cunt as the first waves of orgasm streamed through her body; her heels were now stabbing into the strong, dominant muscles of his back as he gathered together the full power of his sensuous torso to fuck his uncompromising cock into her.

His grunts were wild and furious, the slit at the bull-end of his cock widened to prepare the way for a gush of spunk.

Maria dropped her thighs onto the bed and spread them submissively as one wave of ecstasy followed by another flushed through her body.

Jeff felt the contractions of her orgasm and the hot sting of his cum wickedly assaulting the sensitive nerves of his swelling bull-end.

Maria shook into her own orgasm and at the same time was fully aware of the tremors rippling through Jeff’s broad shoulders and down to his narrow waist, Her hands could feel the knotty, rigidity of each muscle of his strong stomach pounding against her.

Her orgasm was powerful, her shouts filled and echoed around the room as she soaked Jeff’s cock and balls simultaneously aware that his thighs had began to spasm and one of his legs kicked uncontrollably.

Jeff was on his vinegar stroke, the stinging, acidic, yet ecstatic, sensation careered into his rampant cock like a tsunami and Maria’s cunt took the torrent of hot fluid that burst from his loins and hot gushes of his spunk-shots swamped into her pussy and with it a warm glow ran through her body.

Breathless bodies slowly regained composure and he looked solidly into her half-glazed, hazel eyes.

“Well I didn’t expect that Maria Courtney QC.”

“Expect what?”

“I didn’t expect to pop your fucking hymen babe.”

Maria felt more like a woman than the successful lawyer she had become. Her virginity had gone; her cherry had been taken, at last. She had surrendered her precious virginity so willingly to this vulgar but extremely sexy, roadside, muscle-bound hunk of virility. She abandoned plans to join Daddy on his yacht in the Mediterranean and instead booked a double room in the Tavistock Hotel and took a week’s break to see the sights of London by day and the even better sight of Jeff’s magnificently toned body by night.

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Melissa and me have been married for just over fifteen years. We were together five years before that. We have a lovely house, in a semi rural area.

Mel works from home, and I work in a warehouse, four shifts on and four off.

With having no children, we have took on a bit of a nudist lifestyle around home. The sight of Mel naked in the garden still gets me turned on, and she never refuses an al fresco fuck.

Until.

The couple who lived next door, were very predictable with their habits and work. Which probably pushed us to be naked more and more. But with them next door they were off to work at seven thirty together every morning, and never came back until seven in the evening through the week. Only every other weekend did they stay at home for some gardening. They even took the same two weeks off in summer to visit the same place every year, and in winter alternate with visiting one of their two kids homes. I used to joke with Mel that any change for them would have sent them into shock.

Until the time come for them to retire, sell up and move to Spain.

The couple that bought the house off them were no where near as predictable. Meaning that our nudity in our garden was suddenly curtailed.

Our brand new neighbors were Wendy and James. (That’s James not Jimmy or Jim) and their two boys. Wendy and James were both thirty five and the kids were five and seven.

It turns out that James earned enough so Wendy cold stay at home and be a full time mother and housewife.

Mel told me later, that Wendy said that, James works away a lot, for long periods, so its just Wendy and the kids there most of the time. But the kids often got sent to either grandparents to give Wendy some relief.

In fact Mel and Wendy hit it off quite well, really quickly.

Before James and Wendy arrived. We had an excellent sex life. Plenty of outdoor fun, even more indoors.

Mel knew what got me going. Outside, just watching her gardening with only a pair of gloves on would be enough. But she would make sure I was nearby, and she would bend right over, showing me everything, from her bald pussy to her arsehole. It wasn’t as much showing but more of her saying that she wanted to be pleasured, either by my tongue or cock. My favorite was to lick her clit as she was bent over and I could usually judge the right moment when she was about to cum, and begin on her puckered ring.

Sometimes she would have hid some lube nearby so I could fuck her arse. She loved being taken like that outside. Then after watching some porn and seeing the porn stars with their arse holes gaping open then she had to try that. Even better if I had my phone with me so I could record it all. She would try and watch the playback as I continued fucking her bum. That always made her cum and sometimes squirt.

If I hadn’t cum by then, Mel would go and recover on the patio, while I cleaned myself.

Once back outside, I always tried to go down on her, if she let me she would start to play with her clit, and as her orgasm got closer I could watch her used hole open and close, that always fascinated me.

Then as she cum I could fuck her mouth or her pussy, Mel never cared by then, all she wanted was my cum.

Then there was the days where she would get comfy on the patio and use one or two of her toys, and bring herself off. Usually just before I had to go to work.

We both knew how to pleasure each other, and turn each other on. But Mel really struggled with a couple of things.

One was letting me see her having a pee, or on me if I was too close.

The other was playing with my arse. Unless that is. If she had enough to drink. After just a few drinks Mel always lost her inhibitions, so much so she would often gamble on that fact that she would.

It started with her asking me to wear her g string ages ago. Just before we were about to get ready to go out for the night. Throughout that night she repeatedly asked if I was enjoying wearing her underwear. I really did enjoy wearing it, except when I went to the gents. Too many willy watchers. I told her that by the end of the night, and she told me to make sure that the pink lace fabric could be seen, should anyone have a glance.

“That could be taken as an invitation to something more.”

“I would not mind if you got off with a man.”

“Sorry my love, not for me. I have never wanted to.”

“What if I had a dick?”

“A real one?”

“No silly a strap on one.”

“I don’t know to be honest.”

Anyway, at my next visit I managed to pee all alone. Mel seemed disappointed when I told her.

Back home I had to walk around the house only wearing that g string. It started something new to us. Mel was so turned on that first night.

At least once a week if we went out, Mel laid out a pair of panties for me to wear. Always with the same instruction. If someone was trying to see my cock then they should see my girly panties, and tell her so. When we got back home she was always more turned on.

Next she upped the ante. Along illegal bahis with the panties were hold up stockings. Then a suspender belt with stockings. The only problem I had with wearing them was the tell tale ridges through my jeans or trousers.

I was happy enough to oblige. Mel loved me in her lingerie.

One night much later, still wearing a thong and hold ups, Mel told me she had a surprise for when we get home. I spent most of that night hounding her for clues, but I had to wait until we arrived back home.

I was told where it was and to fetch it, the box anyway, and we could open it together.

After revealing what the surprise was, I was not too sure. A strap on cock! It seemed smaller than mine not much though.

“What’s this for?”

“For you to take, and me to give it to you.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“You will soon love it. I have checked this out and done my research. Don’t worry.”

Then a moment of genius. “If you think your going to fuck me with that, then I want something from you.”

“Anything name it.”

“I want to watch you pee, not when your sat on the toilet either. I want your legs wide apart and see it leaving you.”

“Ok. I will try to do that for you. Even though with my research about using that on you. You should be thanking me, not blackmailing me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“From what I gather, we are both, that’s men and women, built exactly the same there. So if I love you taking me there, then you should also enjoy it too.”

“So long as you use plenty of lubrication, and take your time with me.”

Mel wasted no time. She almost tore my panties off before ordering me onto all fours.

Usually we kissed and teased each other before delving into each others more private parts. Not tonight though.

As soon as I had made myself comfortable. Mel was going to work on my little bum hole. Running a finger along the crack of my asre, gently teasing my hole, then her tongue was wriggling all around it. She has licked me there a few times before. Always if we were in a sixty nine with me on the top. She never initiated it, until then.

There was a pause, Mel had to ask for some assistance to fasten the straps of her new cock. Then it was back in position, the click of the lid of the bottle of lube, feeling the cold and wetness of it around my ring, before Mel slid a finger slowly inside me.

I was expecting it to hurt , but it turned out that it was quite a strange and nice sensation being fingered, even when she added another finger.

“Are you ready to try it?”

“If you are, just take your time.”

She must have lubed up her cock, I felt the cold and wetness against me again.

Then when she found my hole, she began to ease it in to me.

I felt my hole open wider to accept her.

In no time I had taken the whole length. I was positive that it took longer for me to get myself up Mel the first time.

Melanie began to slowly fuck me, it felt like only a few inches at a time. As she got into a steady rhythm I began to really enjoy the sensation of a plastic cock fucking me. I began to sigh and moan to her thrusts.

I felt sad when she stopped fucking me there.

“Don’t want to overdo it on your first time. Anyway I want you to do me there.”

I only needed a little dollop of lube to fuck Mel in her arse now.

With the thoughts of what she had done to me and with the speed in which she cum, I was spurting into her in no time.

We continued with that for a month or so. Me wearing stockings and knickers while we were out, and back home taking her cock.

Over the time Mel and Wendy were becoming close friends.

Often Mel would tell me all the juicy bits of their chats. Life carried on.

Mel’s next surprise was a home laser, hair removal kit. I nearly collapsed when she told me how much the thing cost. But she convinced me that it was for the better. How silky smooth her pussy would be, was her selling point, along with her legs and armpits.

Within maybe a month, the machine was proving her right. Her pussy stayed nice and bald and so so soft, no stubble.

Then Mel suggested that I should lose my pubes, instead of keeping them trimmed. I went along with that.

Next was to have my legs smooth too, and my bum. “It would feel so much better when your wearing your stockings”.

Soon enough I had no body hair. Even though I wouldn’t admit it. I loved the ‘new’ me.

Then we started watching porn together. I did get a feeling that Mel liked seeing the women more than the men, so I started to play more and more lesbian movies.

I would often go down on her as the film played. By asking the odd question as I licked and sucked on her beautiful pussy, I gleaned more and more about what she wanted to see. young slim women with smooth tight pussies, with god close ups of them licking and fingering each other.

From then on all I had to do was to ask Mel, which one had the nicest pussy, and she would start squirting into my mouth.

She illegal bahis siteleri even began to lose her inhibitions about peeing for me. At first it was only with her sat on the bath, and I could only see from the side. Gradually she started to open her legs for me and I could watch from the first little dribble to the full stream of pee. Unless she had a few too many then I could hold her lips open to see her pee hole open up to release her fluid, and I could have a little play with her piss, and rub it into her pussy to taste later. But she wouldn’t piss on me, yet.

At my suggestion, we ordered a larger strap on. There was a forfeit though. I had to wear a miniskirt along with the underwear when we were home. I agreed to that without a question. If I knew what was coming next then I should have had doubts. Mel wanted me in high heels. She would teach me on how to walk in them. There was a few times that I thought that I was going to break an ankle or worse. But in the end it was well worth it.

We would be out having a drink, with me usually wearing the now almost mandatory girly underwear. I would ask if we were going to be watching some porn when we got home. Or would she be fucking me.

Whatever it may have been, by the time we would get home and I got her naked her pussy would be visibly dripping wet.

Then one night I was in position to receive her new and larger cock, she moved herself in front of me and asked me to suck on her cock.

I was that turned on anyway. I went down and gave her fake cock my best attempt at a blow job.

As I sucked, Mel said that we should look into making me even more girly, Before she began to fuck my not so little hole nice and hard.

By now, Wendy and James had been moved in almost a year. I could only recall seeing James twice.

Mel and Wendy were now really close, and the gossip was getting more and more personal. Mel assured me that our little secrets were never talked about, just that we watched porn together, used to fuck in the garden regularly and we were still very much in love and we still lusted after each other.

Wendy on the other hand, said that she was getting nothing. If Mel had not suggested buying herself a vibrator then she would be getting zero.

After a week Mel confirmed that the vibrator had done the trick for Wendy, apparently she couldn’t get enough of it.

The next thing that they had decided was for when the kids were packed off to their grandparents for the weekend.

The three of us would go out for a few drinks.

I managed to get out of it saying that the two ladies should just go, I would spoil their gossiping. In fact I would drop them off and pick them up when they were ready and have a little drink after.

When the night arrived, Wendy looked totally different. Her hair all done and some make up and she and on some grown up clothes on instead of the usual joggers or leggings.

Mel looked like she always did when going out. Perfect.

They began in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of wine.

I was glad to get rid of them. Peace and quiet and a house to myself for a couple of hours.

I must have fell asleep on the sofa. Before I knew it they were on the phone wanting to come back, and sounding a bit drunk.

Back home, as soon as we got in Wendy needed the toilet. That set Mel off wanting to go too. Our downstairs loo was mainly under the stairs, Wendy never bothered with closing the door, both of us heard her peeing very loudly. I whispered to Mel to try and save some of hers for later for me to see. Then Mel went, she too left the door open so Wendy and me could hear.

I tried to make small talk, but Wendy seemed more interested in when Mel was coming back to join us.

Mel asked Wendy to grab some glasses, once she turned around Mel gave me her knickers. “Feel how wet they are.” She whispered. “And its not just from me feeling horny, a little pee there maybe?”

I had to scurry off to the toilet and examine her knickers.

On my return the ladies were giggling away.

“What is so funny?”

“Its nothing really. But Wendy cannot believe what we used to do in the garden before they moved here.”

All I could do was smile.

“Are you two going to be doing it there tonight?”

“We might do once your away home and in bed, it has been a while.”

“Where abouts in the garden would you be doing it?”

“Why will you be spying on us two fucking?”

“I have never seen anyone doing that, and it would be nice to be reminded what its like.”

“You told me you were happy with your new plastic toy.”

“I am more than happy with it. But to see people doing it must be better. Last time he was here I got nothing, so it has to be at least six months now.”

Mel was standing in front of me by then, and she had one hand stroking at my cock making that hard.

Mel turned and faced me. “Why don’t we do it now for Wendy to watch?”

I pulled Mel to me and kissed her, she kissed back with more urgency. I began to canlı bahis siteleri play with her arse cheeks, and that started her skirt to rise, letting Wendy have a good view of her bum.

Moving my hand around to the front I began rubbing at Mel’s pussy, god she was wet. I planned to get Mel on the table to lick her.

Mel had other ideas. She was on her knees and releasing my hard cock, then she was sucking me like there was no tomorrow.

I looked over at Wendy. She was rooted to the spot. Eyes wide open gazing at Melanie sucking me.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not going to cum just yet. Get yourself comfy on the table.”

Mel knew what to do, from the many times that I had licked her on that table so many times.

Wendy was still rooted to the spot.

“Why not grab a seat and watch the action, over there.” Mel whimpered.

By then I couldn’t have cared who was watching. I had to fuck Mel, my cock was so hard it was hurting.

I slid all the way up Mel in one.

A few strokes more Mel was telling everyone that she was going to cum. I thought “Me too.”

As soon as Mel started I couldn’t hold back and began pumping my cum in her.

We had forgot that we had company.

It was a gasp from Wendy that reminded us. She had her legs apart and was rubbing away at her clit.

She must have known that we were both watching her playing with herself and yet Wendy carried on.

I slipped out of Mel’s wet and slimy cunt. I was going to get the kitchen roll for us to tidy ourselves up.

“Can I have a taste?”

I thought why not it saves me cleaning my cock off, so I turned to Wendy ready to offer her my softening cock.

“No I mean Mel, she has the most of it.”

Mel didn’t really have a chance to say yes or no when Wendy began licking away at the cum dribbling from out of Mel’s pussy.

Mel started to shake as that orgasm ripped through her. Wendy had not even went near Mel’s clit.

When she did start licking her there Mel couldn’t take it.

It wasn’t the fact that her newest friend was licking her pussy it was the way in which she had cum just before.

With that sight my cock had changed its mind and decided that it wanted to play again. I wanted to fuck Wendy, if that was ok with Mel and of course Wendy.

Luckily Mel wanted to watch me fucking Wendy, and she said that she was desperate to feel me inside of her.

Then probably at the worst time, I worried about the whole situation. Wendy was willing to cheat on her husband with me while her new best friend was watching us. Was it the drink? Would we all be able to look each other in the eye in the morning? Should the girls not get it on first, just in case there was to be no repeat?

“Why don’t we go upstairs to the bedroom? It will be more comfortable.”

Once in the bedroom, the girls took off each others clothes. Both of them giggling.

I still had not seen much of Wendy’s bits. Her hand was really in the way when she was wanking herself before. I would have to wait a little longer. When they were both naked they embraced each other and started kissing, their bodies pressed against each other. I just lay there and stroked my cock watching.

When Mel started to feel her way around Wendy’s slim body, she began to moan and gasp, the way she sounded before cumming when she toyed with herself.

I really wanted to start and direct them to do what I wanted to see. But I held back, reasoning that they would probably put on a better show by themselves.

When Mel cupped her hand on Wendy’s pussy I could tell she was about to cum. When Wendy done the same to her, it tipped Mel over the edge and she did cum. Mel had to take her hand off Wendy’s pussy so she could remove Wendy’s hand from her. That was enough for Wendy.

She turned to me, and for the first time I could see her in all her glory. Her tits were a bit droopy, having kids I supposed. Her quite big and chunky nipples pointed to the floor. Think of the top hat you get in monopoly. There was a few stretch marks around her midriff, nice hips and a landing strip of long pubes, shaved to the sides and her lips, which looked like they were longer than Mel’s. Mel had what I would have called an average pussy, what you normally see when watching porn.

“Lie back”. Was the only thing Wendy said.

As soon as I had settled in the middle of the bed Wendy was astride me. My cock in her hand guiding it into her.

I didn’t have to do a thing. Wendy slowly rode me. From the tip of my shaft all the way down, sometimes making sure all of it was in her.

Mel had positioned herself to watch where the action was.

I lay there enjoying the feeling of being fucked by someone else, an unfamiliar feeling of a very wet but more loose than Mel’s cunt. knowing that my wife was there watching it all.

I reached out and held Wendy’s breasts, they were quite a handful, hardly any firmness.

As Wendy rode me she kept her eyes closed, she looked like she was only concentrating on fucking me. I had to start and thrust into her when she had reached the tip of my dick, when her bald lips and my hairless mound met you could hear a squelch.

The more I thrust the more Wendy ground herself down on me, and I could feel it getting wetter and wetter.

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