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The first time I saw Donnie, he was on line at the school cafeteria, and he was talking. It turns out, he likes the sound of his own voice; likes to be the center of attention. I was a few students behind him on line.

“That bitch was hot.” I heard him say, and I ventured a quick glance at him. I saw a slim, wiry young man, his auburn hair parted in the middle and just grazing his shoulder.

“She started riding me. Man, I just lay back and enjoyed the show.” he said as a worker loaded enchiladas onto his plate.

“Little more salsa, baby. There you go.” he said, then slid his tray down the line.

He seemed very cocksure, and that was something that I (secretly) admired in a man. The kind that liked to ‘pound pussy’, as they say, then crow about it to their male friends.

I sat at a table near his where I could watch him from the corner of my eye. He wore a black jeans jacket over a tee shirt, tight-fitting black pants, and rust-colored high top Converse sneakers. In my mind, I imagined him fucking a sweet blonde co-ed. I imagined myself there in the bedroom with them, watching, admiring their sexual energy and prowess.

Donnie was packing away big forksful of enchilada and laughing and kidding with his friends. I sat there and dreamed.

I said that I secretly admired cocky, swaggering type guys, and I do. I guess it’s because they are everything that I will never be. I’m nineteen and I’ve had two girlfriends. Both relationships ended disappointingly. Leticia, my first, complained to me that I was distant, that our intimate times were awkward for her. She left me. And Rachel seemed to barely tolerate me as a boyfriend. I often saw her chatting with other boys in suggestive ways. When I finally confronted her on that she told me to ‘fuck off’.

It was after that experience that I began to see that what I really wanted was to have a nice warm cock in my mouth. I wanted cock in my mouth, balls cupped in my fingers, and a pubic bush staring me in the face. I realized I was a faggot.

Once that became clear to me, I pretty much kept to myself socially. I watched lots of pornography in my free time. I didn’t like the gay sites at all. I liked watching straight men stretching pussy and shooting big loads onto women’s faces. A favorite fantasy was to be there as an assistant and cheerleader for the horny couple. I would see myself kneeling beside the bed and telling them how cool they were, how beautifully they were fucking, all the while reminding myself that I was a lowlife fag.

On campus, I did my best to track when Donnie would be somewhere so that I could be there, too. I was obsessed.

Donnie, it turns out, was no fool. He had antennae for any kind of sexual conquest and, at one point, he started noticing me. One time, in the bookstore, he caught me glancing at him. He walked over to me.

“What’s up with you?” he said. “you some kind of a queer or something?”

His bluntness unsettled me and I began to stutter a response.

“I’m sorry! I… I… I didn’t mean…”

Then, I just up and said it.

“Yes. Yes, I am a queer.”

Donnie laughed.

“Figured as much. You been following me?”

“I have. I’m sorry. I…”

“Say you’re sorry one more time and I’m going to take you outside and slap the shit out of you. Got that?” he said evenly. He meant business.

“Yes, sir.” I said, then, wisely, shut up.

Donnie reached for a magazine on the shelf, tore a corner of a page off, and scrawled a number onto it.

“Call me tonight, fagboy.” he said, then walked off.

I stared casino oyna at the piece of paper, at the number written across the smiling face on a toothpaste ad. My heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird’s., and my fingers trembled.

I called after eight. He answered after a few rings.

“Hi”. I said. “It’s me, Conrad.”

“Conrad? Oh, right. The fag from the bookstore. So, are you busy?”

“No, no!” I said. “Nothing planned.”

“Don’t have any dicks lined up to suck?”

“No, sir. No plans at all.”

“Good. Come on over, then. Maybe I’ll take you for a test drive. Sound good?”

“Absolutely.” I said. “Yes, I can come right away.”

“Thought so. Okay, then. 414 Regis Street. Get your ass over here.”

He hung up.

I didn’t have a car, and the bus service at night was unpredictable, so I called a cab.

I rang the bell and waited. I could hear voices, so I knew he wasn’t alone. This worried me a bit. I definitely didn’t want word getting out that I was a cocksucker.

A young woman with a pierced eyebrow opened the door. She smelled of marijuana.

Is Donnie at home?” I said.

She turned her head and called up the staircase behind her.

“Donnie! Hey, Donnie! Fucking guy never… okay, here he comes.” she said, then walked off.

I watched as Donnie descended the stairs. He stopped a few steps from the bottom.

“Follow me.” he said, and I came behind him.

We entered what I took to be his room.

“You get high, fagboy? You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?” he said, rummaging through a jumble of books, candy wrappers, and TV remotes on a low table by the bed.

“I do like to smoke. Yes, sir. Thank you. And, of course, please call me ‘fagboy’. It’s what I am, after all!” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but feeling quite nervous now that I was alone with him. I was also feeling aroused. I liked the way he talked down to me as if I were a curiousity, a loser he could amuse himself with for one night.

He found a glass pipe and a bag of weed. He loaded up the bowl.

“Let’s get a good buzz going, faggy, then we’ll see what you’re good for.”

“Okay, sir.”

“Sir. I like that. you call everbody ‘sir’?”

“No, sir. Just… well, just men like yourself, sir.”

“Meaning?” Donnie said, reclining onto the bed and blowing a thick stream of smoke toward the ceiling.

“I guess I mean straight guys who are good with women. Good at having sex with women, I mean.”

I felt like I wasn’t making sense. Donnie nodded and passed me the pipe.

“I get it. I know your type.” he said. He tucked a pillow under his head and spread his legs on the bed. I could guage the ample dimensions of his cock and balls where they pressed against the fabric of his pants. Donnie noticed me watching.

“Feeling hungry, fagboy?” he said as I took a big hit on the pipe.

I blushed when he said this. Blushing was something I still was unable to control. It embarrassed me. The weed was top shelf, and even from the one hit, I was quite high.

“I would love to service you, sir, if that’s what you’d like.” I said.

“That could work.” Donnie said offhandedly. He fired up the pipe again and we each toked on it.

“Have a seat.” he said, pointing to an armchair by the door. I slumped into it feeling good and feeling very horny. I couldn’t wait to taste Donnie’s cock! But, best to be cool. Wait for his lead, I told myself.

Donnie brought a bottle of bourbon from a shelf and poured two paper cups full. He walked over to me and handed me one. slot oyna

“Here’s to a really sweet orgasm for me inside your faggot mouth.” Donnie toasted. Our paper cups touched, and I drained half of the contents.

There was a knock on the door and Donnie cracked the door open. A female voice said something.

“Tell him Ill meet him at Dugan’s at eleven. Okay, thanks.”

He closed the door and began to unbuckle his belt. I watched transfixed. This beautiful, virile man was undoing his pants! My heart beat quicker and quicker as he proceeded.

His pants fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

“That’s some good shit we smoked. You feeling it?” he asked. All I could do was stare at the gorgeous bulge at the front of his underwear. I could see the contours of his cock shifting slowly against the cloth.

Donnie snapped his fingers.

“Hey! Fagboy! Where’d you go? I asked you a question.”

“Oh… yes! Very good, sir. Very good!” I said, not knowing quite what I was saying.

Donnie reached under the waistband of his shorts and rearranged himself.

“fucking thing gets into the weirdest dead ends down there.” he said, removing his hand.

“Come here.” he said, and I immediately went to him. I knelt down and waited. By now, his cock was stretching the fabric of his underwear. I could clearly make out the outline of the head as it pressed forward. It promised to be plump and beautiful!

“Jesus, I’m so fucking horny. You gonna be good to me, faggot?” he said, rubbing the warm cloth against my nose. I could detect his cock scent as he did this. It was exquisite.

“Well, this is just too confining. I gotta set this dude free.” he said.

With that, he pulled the elastic of the waistband out and down, and his magnificent penis bobbed in front of my face. I nearly swooned. It was on its way to being fully erect, but already was very impressive. I watched as it slowly ratcheted up and up, the head swelling as it did (indeed it was plump and a lovely purple!). In seconds, Donnie’s wonderful cock stood proudly erect. He moved to the side to allow me to admire it from a different angle. I was in heaven.

“You like?” Donnie said.

“It’s beautiful, sir.” I said, my voice quavering very noticably. Donnie couldn’t help but hear it. He smiled.

“Looks like I got me a happy faggot.” he said.

“You can start out by giving it a kiss. You know where?”

“Wherever you like, sir.”

“Well, it does have its own little pair of lips, you know. Kiss it right there, boy.”

I planted a soft kiss as instructed. The cockhead was so warm, and it responded energetically, jerking up strongly at the touch of my lips.

Donnie refilled the pot pipe and we smoked more, me still on the floor before him.

Donnie went to the table to replace the pipe, and I watched as his erection swayed in front of him. I also got to see his very cute butt!

He returned, taking up his position before me. He kicked his pants off to the side, then stood there spread-legged.

“Just look.” he said. I sat back on my heels and watched. He began to stroke his shaft. each time his hand came forward, the head would swell further, and its purple hue would darken a bit. It was incredible to watch. The cock lips I had so gratefully kissed moments before were now producing the beginnings of a sweet droplet of precum. He kept slowly stroking, seeming to derive great pleasure from watching me as I looked on hungrily.

“Get underneath and kiss my balls.” donnie ordered.

Naturally I was there in a microsecond. canlı casino siteleri His scrotum hung over me, each of his testicles hanging lazily in their skin. The one to his right hung lower. I kissed this one first.

“Take it into your mouth, you faggot loser.” Donnie instructed and I did so. I was pleased that he was beginning to talk rougher to me. I liked it. I savored the musky flavor of his ballsack, letting the kinky pubic hairs run across my tongue.

“Good boy.” Donnie encouraged. “That’s it. Nice. Be gentle. That’s it.”

In that position, i wasn’t far from Donnie’s anus, and I could smell it faintly as I attended to him.

“Back up front, fagboy.” he said, and I returned to my former place. To my amazement and joy, there was now a string of precum dangling from Donnie’s cocklips. How wonderful!

I looked on in wonder as it dangled from side to side as Donnie continued stroking.

“See anything you like?” Donnie asked mischievously. He could see how smitten I was by his precum.

“I do,sir.” I said, not venturing to say more.

“Well, get busy with it before it falls on the floor. lick it up, boy.”

I started at the far end of the string, and lapped my way up. I had never been happier! At the head, I licked the diminutive lips clean. The precum was delicious. Its formed a lovely viscous film on my tongue.

“Okay, I got plans for later, so let’s get down to business.” he said, looking at his watch. “Get the head in your mouth.”

Words cannot describe the feeling of that warm, bulbous cockhead moving past my lips and filling my mouth. I made love to it with an ardor I didn’t know I possessed. Donnie began thrusting slowly so that my lips would stretch when admitting the head. Back and forth it passed. As he move in this way, I studied his cock shaft. It was nicely veined. Some veins were small capillaries, while others were more raised and prominent. They ranged from a deep magenta, the more delicate ones, to a light blue. Such beauty in a man! Feeling bold, I began to cup his balls in one of my hands. My fingers explored their contours and pleasured in their weight.

Donnie’s breath was becoming more noticeable and I suspected he might not be far off from his climax. Holding the cockhead gently in my mouth, I looked up to him.

“You’re a good cocksucker, you know that, fagboy?”

I closed my eyes and squeezed a bit on him with my mouth in thanks.

Donnie now took to thrusting further into my mouth. I thought: ‘he is fucking my face’.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and was soon going in as far as I was able to accomodate him. As he moved, I held onto his thighs. At one point I felt the muscles there tense up. At the same time, Donnie’s cock seemed to swell even more so in my mouth. I reached one hand between his legs and grabbed hold of one of his buttocks. With the other hand, I lightly fingered his balls. Donnie was now moaning above me, and his legs began to shake. Then, suddenly, my mouth was filling with his semen. Jesus! There was so much! I swallowed the first spurts, but more followed. He slid slowly forward, then back, in my cum-filled mouth.

Finally, he let all of his cock slowly slip out. I looked at it in wonder. The shaft was somewhat reddened from its exertions, and it jerked spasmodically in its last throes of pleasure. Semen was dripping from the head, and I came forward to do a final clean up. I rested my face against Donnie’s thigh and watched as the cock slowly descended, spasming itermittently. I felt real love for it.

I sat back and watched Donnie dress.

“That was nice, fagboy. You did good.” he said, then drew his phone from his pants. He placed a call, then turned to me.

“You can find your way out, can’t you?”

To be continued

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“Did you hear me, Bobby?”

“What?”

My mom said, ‘Lauren called last night; her six year hitch is up and she’s coming home.”

“Really? Ok, that’s good.”

“That’s all you can say? I thought you’d be a little more excited.” My mother had just broken the news that Lauren, the girl who had been my babysitter while she worked was coming home after six years serving in the army as a nurse.

“That’s nice, I guess.” I tried my best to hide my excitement; Lauren was my first crush.

“That’s all you have to say? ‘That’s nice.’ Lauren was almost your second mom. She watched you when I had to work, she walked you to school from the time you were in kindergarten through third grade, she helped you with your home work, and you were best buds!”

All that was true; Lauren’s mom Elaine, and mine were partners. It took me forever to figure that relationship out. We lived in an older three bedroom house about four blocks from Central High and Pine Street Elementary. Lauren and I each had our own rooms and our mom’s shared the “master bedroom.” Lauren was like a big sister until her senior year. On the night of her prom she came downstairs in high heels and a strapless gown with her hair all done up and makeup. I fell in love. “She’s been gone six years; I’ll bet she’s changed.”

“Spending that much time in the army and seeing the world will do that,” Mom agreed. “But she says she wants to come home and settle down; she’s had enough of army life.”

I went to my room without comment and closed the door. There was a little throbbing sensation that I always got when I was alone and the thought of Lauren came up. I sat on my bed and leaned back idly rubbing my crotch and gazing at the picture of Lauren that was on my dresser. The older I got the sexier she got! I wondered, “What will she be like after all this time? What will she think of me?”

“Dinner time!” Elaine knocked on my door. “Get a move on!”

Mom and Elaine were partners. They were both married but lost their husbands to the Viet Nam war. They met at a support group for war widows studying at WMU and decided to rent a house together to save money. It didn’t take long and they became lovers although I didn’t know what that meant until I was twelve. I was a slow learner. They were very discrete but eventually I caught on but never said anything. When I casino oyna was fifteen I decided to snoop around in their room and found their stash of “toys.” Still, they were mom and Aunt Elaine and I loved them both. It was confusing for me but I learned to accept it. The conversation at dinner centered on Laurens return. Mostly I just listened. She would be back at the end of the month. We had eleven days to get her room ready; fresh paint, new curtains, new bed linens and maybe an easy chair. Of course I would do all the heavy lifting and we only had one weekend.

Time flies when you’re having so much fun and the day of Laurens arrival came quickly. We met her at the county airport south of town. As she descended the steps from the airplane wearing her olive drab uniform she looked so much older than I remembered. It would be the last time she would wear her uniform. She hugged her mom and mine. She turned to me and asked, “Is that you, Bobby? You’ve really grown up; can I still get a hug?”

I blushed, “Of course you can!” We hugged and she kissed my cheek.

“It’s so good to see you all again. I can’t wait to get home and catch up on things.”

From that moment on I just listened as the three women talked. We got Laurens baggage and went home. I walked behind carrying three suitcases; she carried a briefcase and a carry on bag. All I could think about was her ass. She had gained a little weight but it was in all the right places!

Two days later I got home early after a conditioning session and went upstairs to take a shower. After drying off and combing my hair I was going back to my room. Laurens door was open and being curious I decided to check things out. There was a clothes hamper next to her dresser and, well, I found a pair of her panties. If I wasn’t playing my radio so loud I would have heard her come home. In stead I was naked, sitting on her bed and holding her panties.

She was livid! “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She screamed at me. “Get out of my room. Get out now!

I threw the panties at the hamper and got out of her room as fast as I could.

I didn’t see her again until dinner time. Sarah and my mom sat at opposite ends of the dining room table. It was a nice dining room with a credenza at one end and a table that could seat six easily without the extension leaf. We took our meals slot oyna there because the kitchen was too small to eat in. Lauren sat opposite me and was exceptionally talkative going on and on about her job search.

During a lull in the discussion my mom said, “You’re quiet tonight; something wrong?”

“It’s nothing, mom, I’m just thinking about an assignment for my freshman English composition class.”

“That was never my favorite class when I was in college.” Lauren said, “Is there a topic you have to discuss or are you free to pick your subject?”

“Nothing specific.” I replied.

“Why don’t you write about the problem of growing up as a boy in a houseful of women?” She suggested with a knowing look.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Lauren. Bobby would be writing about something he knows a lot about!” Sarah agreed.

‘I’ll think about it.” I replied softly.

Changing the subject Lauren’s mom asked, “How’s the job search coming, tell us more?”

“I had a great interview this afternoon at Bronson; I’ll be going back tomorrow morning to meet with the head of the ER. It looks very good.” She answered.

“Well, good luck! It would be great if you could stay in town, we’ve really missed you while you were in the army.” My mom interjected cheerily.

“We’ll see, Aunt Sarah, you know I’d like to stay home too.”

There was more idle chit-chat for the rest of the meal and when it was over I tried to excuse myself to do homework.

“Not so fast young man!” Mom scolded. “Elaine and I made dinner. You and Lauren can do the dishes.”

“Come on, sport,” She agreed, “I’ll wash, you dry, we’ll be done in no time!” I stood up and took my dishes to the kitchen. Mom scraped the rest of the dishes and handed them to me. “You heard the lady, get a move on.”

We worked in silence for a few minutes before Lauren finally broke the ice, “Bobby, I want to apologize for barking at you this afternoon.”

“You want to apologize?” I answered incredulously. “I’m the one who should be apologizing!”

I agreed, “You’re right, of course. You shouldn’t have been my room and you shouldn’t have been playing with my panties but you weren’t doing anything that millions of men haven’t done. I just wasn’t expecting to see you like that.”

Bobby blushed, “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I canlı casino siteleri accept your apology, Bobby. I won’t say anything to your mother; it will just be our little secret, ok?”

“Ok. Thank-you, ah, I really am sorry, Lauren. I thought I was in really big trouble! Ah, thanks.” I struggled to find the right words.

“We’re good, Bobby, it’s alright, go do your homework.”

The next few days I didn’t see much of Lauren but then one afternoon I heard a gentle knocking on my bedroom door. “Are you in there, Bobby? I have a favor to ask.”

Without opening the door I asked, “What is it?”

“I cut my finger and I need help with this zipper.”

All I had on was a pair of shorts but I opened the door. Lauren stood there for a moment before speaking. “See, with this Band-Aid I can’t get a grip and my left hand seems not to want to work. Can you get it for me?”

“Sure, not a problem.” She turned and held her collar length hair out of my way. Her hair smelled so good it was all I could do not to hug here and kiss her neck. I slid the zipper down. “That should do it.”

“Thanks.” She murmured as she stepped back and turned towards her room.

“No problem.” I smiled and stepped back and closed my door. “Any time.”

That stirring I felt so long ago on her prom night started again. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my crotch. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop thinking about her; her smile, her sparkling blue eyes, her sweet voice and that cleavage. She was even prettier now. She was a woman; a full figured woman. Not at all fat just filled out in all the right places. She couldn’t be interested in me, could she?

I tried to concentrate on my homework but my hand kept finding its way to my crotch. At first it was just absent minded rubbing but then I started to squeeze my balls as I rubbed. I knew it was wrong and Lauren was right next door and what if my mom came in and caught me? But then I thought about Lauren’s tits. They weren’t as big as Aunt Elaine’s or my mom’s but they were big enough. And her hips and belly; why was I thinking about her hips and belly?

Before I knew it I was stroking my cock! It was too late to stop. Some of the guys at school talked about licking pussy. I licked my lips. If I ever got the chance I’d be happy to lick Lauren’s pussy. I opened my drawer and took out a box of tissues and some Vaseline; there was no stopping now.

I was almost there when Lauren knocked on my door again. “Your mom’s calling, Bobby, it’s dinner time.”

“Coming, Lauren, I’m coming!”

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*~*~*~*

He wasn’t sure when his feelings for Annalise had changed, but changed they had. His very anger at his best friend’s flirtatious manner with her proved it. Steve was just being Steve, Gray reminded himself.

He first saw Annalise in grade school. She had dropped her books and some older boys were teasing her. She was about the age of his sister, so Gray had stepped in and helped the little fourth grader and told the boys to get lost. That was the day their relationship began; the day he became her protector. He was an eighth-grade jock, playing baseball and basketball. It was her first day at this new and scary school. Her coppery-red, curly hair cascaded around her head to fall nearly to her shoulders. She was a skinny little thing—cute in a baby way—with a few freckles across her nose.

A few days later Gray’s parents introduced themselves to the new family on the block and Gray spotted Annie, that same little red-headed girl from school, peeking at him from behind her mother. After that, Gray and Annie saw a lot of one another, especially since she became his sister’s best friend. Living right next door, their parents became friends, too. There were cook-outs and pool parties, birthdays and church gatherings. And, of course, school functions. Their friendship had ups and downs over the years.

As he watched Steve flirt with Annie, a myriad of memories, fleeting yet poignant, invaded his thoughts. His safeguarding of Annie and his own little sister, Grace, who became Annie’s first same-age friend before they became best friends, of the two girls giggling, growing, and of their sweet innocence. Annie and Grace’s friendship continued even today, sixteen years later. He remembered when he entered high school and they were still grade-schoolers unworthy of his attention…unless it was to tease or protect. They entered high school when he was a senior and still a jock, star basketball player, co-captain of the team. His baseball team went to state playoffs that year

As a high school freshman, Annie had filled out since that first meeting, but still a skinny, gangly kid. Looking back, he remembered how she was about in the middle of her class along with Grace. Girls not yet shapely but not looking like fifth-graders anymore, either. He became their protector again. Everyone knew not to mess with his little sister or her best friend.

Then he went to college on an athletic scholarship, a big man on campus by his second year as a guard on the basketball team. His parents would come to his home games with Gracie and Annie. When he came home for semester break or for the holidays, he would see Annie with Gracie. They had grown to lovely teenagers. Unmarked, for the most part, in that dreaded acne stage, beginning to develop some tits and curvy little asses.

But he never paid much attention to his little nymph; he had better fish to fry. He and Steve, friends since kindergarten, often double-dated with girls closer to their own age. And both Gracie and Annie dated boys their age. That never bothered him…then. He smiled now as he remembered the lectures he gave them about who they could and couldn’t date and how they rolled their eyes.

He glanced over at Annalise again. No gangly teenager now. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her red hair had darkened to a deeper shade, but still curly. He remembered a time when his ‘carrot stick’, a nickname he once teasingly called her, and his sister tried to straighten Annie’s wayward curls…but they always came back within a few days. Finally, she quit trying and lived with the abundance of ringlets. That was okay by him because he liked those curls. He liked to pull them and see her glare at him.

An hour before, he had watched Grace and Annalise ‘help’ Santa hand out presents to the children. Two lovely elves dressed in red and green. He smiled when he saw Santa pull the elves on his lap and ask them what they wanted for Christmas. Grace had laughed, but Annie leaned in and whispered into Santa’s ear. Santa patted her hand and Gray heard him say he would see what he could do.

Steve was still standing with Annie and now moved his hand to her back. Gray could feel his temper spiking. Hell, he had better get himself under control. Grace was here and she had been urging him to ask Annie out. He always resisted. She was like another sister, he told Grace. She didn’t seem like a sister now. Grace would have a field day with his reaction to his friend putting moves on Annie.

Gray looked around to give himself a chance to get back in control of his hormones before he went over to beat the shit out of Steve. The place was decorated to the hilt. Little white lights were blinking in all the windows. Garland was strung on the mantel and up the stair railing with little lights and bright red apples, succulent oranges—hell, he’d better not think ‘suck’ anything—and gold balls with gold and green leaves. casino oyna And the abundance of food tested the sturdiness of the buffet table. A wine fountain was flanked by Christmas punch and nuts and mints. Christmas music drifted in from the next room where the dancing had already started. The South Shore Country Club knew how to throw a party. Christmas was only two days away.

He saw his parents in deep discussion with friends that included Annie’s parents. Annie’s dad should go over and knock Steve’s head off. Damn, what was he thinking? Annie was 26 now and living in her own apartment near the interior design studio where she worked. Her parents would probably be glad to see her with a man. He even heard his mom and hers discussing Annie and Grace not long ago. “It’s time for those girls to settle down and marry,” they said.

“Hey, big brother, what are you doing over here by yourself? Lucy’s been asking around for you.” Gracie’s smile was mischievous.

Gray wondered what his little sister was up to now.

“I saw her. It’s over,” he said, “been over forever.”

“Maybe she doesn’t know it or doesn’t want it to be over. Maybe if you looked like you were hooking up with someone else, she’d get the message.”

“Maybe.”

“Come on,” Gracie said linking her arm with Gray’s. “Let’s go see what Annie and Steve are talking about.”

*~*~*~*

Grace held out her hand and Steve put a $5 bill in it, then leaned in. Grace was trapped when he placed his forearm on the wall next to her head. He leaned in so close that Grace could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“I didn’t believe you, minx, when you said Gray wanted Annalise. But when you bet me, I knew it was my chance to have something I’ve wanted for a long while, too.”

Grace was breathing hard. “What do you want, Steve? I said we’d bet $5.”

“And I said, win or lose, you would owe me. Remember, minx? I’m here to collect.”

Before she could respond, his mouth covered hers. When his tongue swept across the seam of her lips demanding, no polite request, but demanding to be let in, she opened her mouth without thinking. Before she knew what was happening, he maneuvered her farther into the shadows.

When he lifted his head, she was flushed and breathing hard. There was a confused look in her eyes. He chuckled.

“Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“To tell your mom and dad I’m taking you home. You’ve developed a slight stomach ache. You’re okay and don’t want to interrupt their evening. I’ve volunteered to take you home.”

“But I was going to stay with them tonight.”

“You’ve changed your mind…just in case it’s catching. Tell them you’ll be okay, but you just want to make sure…and that you’ll be over tomorrow.”

*~*~*~*

Gray barely got the door shut before he had Annalise backed against it. He kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, but firm and…possessive. It sent shivers of desire down her spine and suddenly she was damp. That’s all it took. He pulled back, satisfaction and triumph all over his smug face.

“I’ve waited years for this. I didn’t know you were the one I wanted, not consciously, not until tonight. When I saw Steve kissing you, I thought I’d have to kill him. He’s been my best friend for more than 20 years and I was ready to send him into the next life.”

Gray leaned down and kissed Annie, softly even sweetly, as he cupped her face, tenderly caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. His fingers threaded through her hair, strands curling around his wrists. She whimpered as he tilted her head just the way he wanted and began an assault against her soft neck. He could feel her pulse beating out of control. He nipped her shoulder, then soothed the tiny bite with his tongue when she whimpered again.

When he lifted his lips, her legs threatened to turn to noodles. She was sure she was going to be a puddle at his feet, but he slid his hands to her bottom and lifted her up and against him. There would be no doubt of his desire for her. He pushed her dress out of the way and lifted her leg around his hip, opening her. Now he could hold her against the door with his body, his hands free to roam. He knew he wouldn’t be able to play for long, but he was going to play for awhile. He lifted her a bit higher.

“Put your other leg around me. I won’t drop you, nymph. That’s what you looked like tonight, a nymph, a sexy flame-haired woodland nymph…and I want you.”

“Gray…?”

“Later, we’ll talk later.”

Her heart was beating so loud, she was sure he could hear it. But when he put his hand on the back of her thigh to help her lift her other leg, she could feel his erection pressing hard against her clit and all thought about beating hearts scattered. She moaned. When he started nipping little bites down her neck, she tilted her head. A little cry eased out as he licked where he had bitten. He covered her mouth again and the kiss was almost…urgent, causing a need in Annalise she had never felt before.

With his left arm against the door, his body slot oyna pressed against her firmly. He could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing against her bra into his chest. He had to touch those breasts, taste them. His right hand moved down from her neck to her shoulder, then covered what would soon be in his mouth. He pinched. She cried out.

“Please…”

“I’ll please us both, nymph, but first we need to play a little. You’re not ready for me.”

“Gray, don’t tease—”

The sentence was left hanging when he pinched again, a little more pressure than before. She felt the tiny pain change to pleasure and shoot straight down to her core. No dampness now, she was wet.

He leaned his upper body back, slid his hands behind her back, and unzipped her emerald dress.

“Your dress is beautiful, Annie, it brings out the beautiful color of your eyes. You look just like a Christmas present all in green with your flame-colored hair, but it’s time for it to go. It’s time to unwrap the present.” His hands went to her shoulders and pulled the dress down, exposing her lacy bra. “You’re beautiful, Annie, and I really like sexy underwear, but this has to go, too. Later, if I let you get dressed again, you can model it for me.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, hard and demanding. Then lifted her higher and covered her breast, sucking it into his mouth. He played with the nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth and then forcefully sucking until it was bright red and distended. He moved his hand up to pinch and pull as he turned his attention to the other breast. Soon both were hard, red, swollen points.

Her hands were in his hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t stopping. Suddenly he was a starving man and she was a banquet. With his mouth still on her, his hand left her breast and caressed her side, then traveled to her thigh…then farther.

He was pleased to feel her bare thigh against his wrist. She wasn’t wearing panty hose; she had on thigh high stockings that caressed her legs like his hand caressed her slit. He watched her as he tugged the crotch of her panties out of the way and felt the moisture. Her green eyes widened.

“You’re wet, red. Wet and hot and I want you.”

Annalise couldn’t say anything. She wanted him, too…wanted him badly. She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Gray. In truth, she had never wanted anyone but Gray. Her hands were still in his hair. She pulled him down for another kiss.

He chuckled. “It seems you want me, too, Annie.” He stroked her slit and she couldn’t hold back the moan.

“You’re wet, wet for me. That’s good because I’m wanting you something fierce, but first I’m going to make you cum for me right here against the door. You need to be real quiet this first time. Anyone passing the apartment will be able to hear you. They’ll know we’re making love right against this door.” His finger started to pump slowly in and out of her. She was so tight, tighter than any girl he had ever had.

She pressed her head against the back the door as a little moan escaped. Her nails bit into his shoulders.

“That’s right, Annie, tighten your legs around me, but in this position, you can’t close them even if you wanted to. And I don’t think you want to, do you, sweetheart? No, you want what I’m giving you. I can feel your plump folds against my fingers. I can feel your nipples pressing against my chest. Soon I’ll have them in my mouth again.”

Annie arched her hips against Gray as another moan came out. His words were as intoxicating as his fingers. He added another finger and continued to nip at her mouth and jaw, little biting nips that sent quivers throughout her entire body.

“Please…”

“What do you want, Annie? More? Do you want more, Annie?” Gray kept his eyes on her face. He knew she was near. Her vaginal muscles quivered and pulled at his fingers. He rubbed his erection against her clit and pumped his fingers harder into her impossibly tight channel. His mouth came down on hers and his tongue mimicked his fingers. Soon his cock would replace his fingers.

“Gray, Gray, please, please…oh, oh.”

Annie’s whole body tightened and shudders ran the length of her. Her muscles around his fingers threatened to pull him entirely inside her. He could feel each and every quiver, every tremor. Suddenly she went limp.

“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered. She started to slide down and he tightened his hold. “No, you don’t. I’m not done with you yet. There’s more inside you and I’m going to get all of it.”

He tightened his arms as he turned and walked to his bedroom. He got the apartment after he started with Kittering and Duncan Engineering Firm. His degree was in Structural Engineering. He had received offers for pro ball, but he loved building things more than basketball and was wise enough to know, while he was considered good in college, he would be just average or even less in the pros. Building canlı casino siteleri was his first love, not basketball.

He had brought other women to this room, but never one more important than Annie, never one he wanted to keep. And he wanted to keep Annalise. It took him awhile to realize it, nearly decade to open his eyes and see the girl he loved like a sister was the woman he wanted for a wife.

Before he took her back to her apartment in the morning, she would know it, too. Annie had her arms limply around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He pulled the bedspread back and set her gently on the bed.

“Unhook your feet, nymph. Ah, that’s the way.”

Her dress was tangled around her waist and he took it off, taking her panties with it. Her shoes lay somewhere near the door. He smiled and ran his hand over her calf.

“I think we’ll leave these on for the moment,” he murmured, referring to her stockings. “So pretty,” he whispered. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he softly combed his fingers through her lower curls.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“I know and I want you, too, Annalise.”

She put her hand on Gray’s arm and he smiled down at her, then brought her hand to his lips. He kissed her palm, then her wrist before laying it back on her stomach.

He took off his clothes, got into bed and pulled her close.

*~*~*~*

“I’m not a virgin,” Grace blurted out.

Steve laughed, “I never expected you to be, minx. You’re 26. But from now on, you’ll only be with me.”

“I think Annie is,” she murmured.

“What? Are you sure?”

“No, I not sure, that’s why I said ‘I think’,” Grace said thoughtfully.

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“You had a reason to say it. Why do you think Annie’s a virgin? She’s 26, too. You guys used to double-date and I’ve heard some of the lectures Gray gave you both. What makes you think Annie’s a virgin?”

Grace turned slightly pink. “Sometimes when we talk—”

“Girl talk?” Steve laughed. “Girls talk about guys and sex?”

“Yes, girl talk! And, yes, sometimes we talk about sex.”

“Go on.”

“Annie never says much and will never admit to doing anymore than just, you know, petting. Nothing more.”

“Gray has enough experience for both of them,” Steve laughed, then turned serious. “But I meant what I said, minx. No more experimentation for you unless it’s with me. Do you understand?”

“You have no rights to make any demands,” she hissed as she tried to wiggle out from under him. It was like trying to move a mountain. He was nearly as tall as Gray and certainly weighed as much, if not more. He was solid with capital S. His broad shoulders blocked most of the dim light in the room. His forearms trapped her, but his hands gently cupped her face.

They were still clothed, but he was lying on top between her legs. He pressed his lower body against her mound and chuckled. She was a feisty little minx, always had been. She was a little shorter than Annalise, maybe five six and more outgoing. She was the leader whenever they got into trouble. He remembered the time they were going to test Gray’s shaving cream. It took them two hours to clean the bathroom to Gray’s mom’s satisfaction…and half of Grace’s meager allowance to buy Gray another can. They were eleven then, he thought.

She had grown up quite a bit since then and he loved her curvy, lush body. The cleavage she showed tonight was fine when they were alone, but he would have to nip showing that much in public from now on. No other man was going to look at what was his. Her blond hair always turned him on; he really liked blonds. And he could fall right into her deep brown eyes, eyes that reminded him of her brother, his best friend. He’d never told Gray he had the hots for his sister. Of course, he didn’t realize it until this last year or so, then had to wait for her to ditch her latest boyfriend. Tonight was his chance to show her that she was his.

Her body gave a little shudder and she felt the heat in her pussy as it lubricated itself. Steve wasn’t milquetoast. Some guys she had dated asked if it was okay to kiss her and were so polite and slow, she’d want to scream…but not Steve. Steve took what he wanted…and tonight, it looked like it was she that he wanted…She wished that didn’t turn her on so much.

“It looks like I do, minx. You’re mine. I’ve known you forever…since you were in diapers. Gray’s baby sister, the pest. Then one day, you were still a pest, mind you, but I knew when the time was right, I’d have you right where you are now. Do you think I’d risk my friendship with Gray for a one-night stand? No way! But risk it for forever? You bet I would, but I don’t think the friendship is at risk if I want forever. And it’s going to be forever, Grace.”

Then he kissed her.

*~*~*~*

Gray’s hand slowly swept her length from shoulder to hip and back again. He was on his side and she was flat on her back next to him. He hadn’t turned on the lights of the bedroom; he’d do that later when she was more comfortable with her nudity. The light from the hall was enough to see her in all her glory. And a glorious sight it was. Her skin was alabaster, the creamy pale of a redhead.

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The story I’m about to tell is true. None of the names are real, and some information is omitted in order to protect the innocent. There is nothing particularly weird about this story. I’m telling it simply because as it was happening I was in a state of absolute amazement because I never thought anything like this would happen to me. Yes, this is about a sexual encounter. More specifically it is about a one-night stand with a very attractive 23-year-old college student. I’m not going to give you descriptions like ‘my hard shaft entered her wet love muffin and slid in and out slowly bringing her to the brink of an incredible orgasm.’ I’m going to describe the sex in a matter-of-fact way. I will leave the rest up to your imaginations.

While it is true that the following will describe the only one-night stand I have had, it does not describe the only sexual encounter I have had. I have had sex with a total of seven girls. Six of those girls were either my girlfriend or someone whom I had a relationship with of some sort before we had sex. Only one was a one-night stand. For the sake of privacy the object of this tale will be called Amy, which actually is not too far from her actual name.

The date was December 7, 1996. I was in Seattle for my Cousin Shelly’s wedding. At the reception I was introduced to my cousin’s maid of honor, Lisa, and we hit it off immediately. My brother had something to do with this. Mark, my brother, is a loud mouth, obnoxious S.O.B. He tried very hard to get down Lisa’s pants but the more he tried the more he disgusted her. When Shelly introduced us it was a relief to Lisa to meet a cousin of her best friend’s who was not a total prick.

After the reception Lisa needed a ride home. Shelly asked me if I would drive Lisa home, and Lisa offered to buy me a drink in return for the favor. I accepted. We drove to her apartment so that she could change into something more comfortable. Her apartment was nothing more than a studio with a bathroom, a kitchen, and a room about the size of a master bedroom in an average house. I was beginning to get the feeling that I may get lucky. It did seem as though she was being very flirtatious. After all I was standing in her apartment after a wedding reception.

Sadly I was disappointed. She told me about her boy friend and promised that he would join us later at the bar across the street. My horny little mind made me mistake her warmth for flirting. I quickly recovered and off we went to the bar. On the way down the stairs of her building I sliced my finger on the banister. We went back to her apartment to apply first aid. While applying the first aid Lisa’s boyfriend appeared and we were introduced. Once I was all patched up we went across the street to the bar, a little rock and roll joint called Yosemite Sam’s. After ordering a coke I was introduced to some of her friends. casino oyna I felt very welcome and very soon was feeling very social.

Lisa soon introduced me to two girls. They were both very attractive. One of them had long auburn hair and a very nice body. She smoked Camel cigarettes and could cuss like a sailor. Her name was Edith. The other had dark brown hair that was very thick and was cut to the bottom of her neck. She had a very pretty face and a lovely body. Her name was Amy. We immediately hit it off and I sat down with them in their booth. We danced, played pool and chatted until it was closing time. Amy suddenly announced that I was invited to an after hours party at Edith’s house. She had invited half of the people in the bar, including the band, so I did not feel very special. As it turned out nobody but Amy, Edith, and myself showed up, so it was just the three of us.

By this time it was well passed two in the morning and we decided to go to a local all night restaurant for a late night meal. Of course the conversation turned to sex, and through the whole meal I was fighting a raging hard on. I suddenly began to feel as though I might score with one or both of these girls. Amy was much more flirtatious than Edith was, and after a while I started to see my chances dwindling. After our meal we all headed back to Edith’s place for some more late night conversation. I was delighted to be talking to two very attractive girls that I hardly knew.

Amy and I continued to flirt and after a while Edith felt like a fifth wheel. At about Three-thirty in the morning Edith told us we were welcome to stay the night and that she was going to bed. We bid her good night and continued our conversation. So there we were, alone on Edith’s couch, and suddenly there was that moment of truth. That moment when it seems as though the opportunity to move is ripe, yet there is the chance that you will get slapped. At the same time there is a great deal of pressure, because if the girl you are sitting alone with on Edith’s couch is waiting for you to make a move, and you don’t she will think that you don’t have the balls to move, or that you are gay. To my astonishment I made a move. With out any warning I slid across the couch until I was right next to her, kissed her on the mouth, parted her lips, and moved my tongue to hers.

She responded by shoving her tongue into my mouth and we began a long and frantic make-out session. I moved my hands all over her back, shoulders and sides. I moved closer and closer to her breasts until finally my wrists were brushing the sides of them. When she suddenly moved her chest so that my hand was completely cupping her left breast I let my hands roam free and they moved all over her breasts. I grew bolder as the heat between us intensified. Soon my hand was under her sweater, over her bra, then under her bra. I reached slot oyna behind her and fumbled with her bra clasp, until she finally reached back and undid it herself. I pushed her sweater and bra out of the way and enjoyed the feel of her erect nipples against my palms.

Soon I was sucking on them. I was so horny at this point that I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants. I was very nervous, which was evidenced by my trembling hands. I could not believe what was happening. Some of you out there may be used to the one-night stand experience, but this was completely new to me. Here I was sucking on the softball sized breasts of someone whom a few hours before I had never met. To add to my amazement she was very attractive, and extremely willing.

Feeling very brave, and confident that I was free to do so, I moved my hands to her belt buckle and began to unfasten her belt. Everything came to a screeching halt when suddenly she stopped my hands from their busy work and said “Whoa Turbo.” I immediately went into a tirade of apologies. I was so embarrassed for having tried to push this lovely creature into performing an act that she was not willing to perform. She calmed me down, and explained that I was just moving too fast. She further explained that she doesn’t really know me and that my actions were perfectly acceptable given the circumstances. Before long we were making out again and eventually I started fondling her breasts again. I paid special attention to her nipples, and consoled myself with the knowledge that a make-out session and some breast play was more than I had expected to get when I woke up that day.

Our passion level continued to climb, and she grabbed me by the head and said, “You are so sexy.” At this point I was grinding my pelvis into hers. The Levi Loving must have really stirred her up because she withdrew her lips from mine and said, “What I meant to say was go Speed Racer Go.” With that I began tearing her clothes off. In a hushed and frantic voice she suggested we move to the floor in front of Edith’s Christmas tree where we would have more room. The realization that I was about to have the kind of sex I thought I could only fantasize about was electrifying me. My trembling was almost uncontrollable as I undid her belt, unzipped her pants, and slipped them of her hips and on to the floor.

She lay down in front of me wearing only her skimpy white cotton panties. I slid them off of her and spread her legs. I performed the most frenzied oral sex on her. I dove in with my nose, tongue, and lips. She tasted good. I was thankful that she did not have a smelly vagina, and I lapped up every drop of her juice that I could. What I really enjoyed was the way her hips writhed. It was almost difficult to stay latched on because of the rapidity with which she moved her pelvis. I was determined to hold on and before long she canlı casino siteleri could not handle the intensity of it. She pulled me up from her nether regions and undid my belt, and unzipped my pants. Together we pushed them down to my knees. She lay back and opened her legs for me.

I thrust my penis into her and to my horror came inside her upon entering. I again went into a tirade of apologies, and she asked in a disappointed tone what had happened, already knowing the answer. I continued to thrust my penis inside her and prayed that it would stay hard. Over and over again I pleaded with my Penis to stay hard. To my relief it did, and with building confidence I quickened the pace of my thrusting. Her body moved under mine as she responded to my movements. To my further astonishment she started to cum. Her subdued screams were exciting me. I worried that the volume of her screams would wake Edith, but there was nothing that I could do. I lasted for 10 minutes and brought her to what she later told me was two more orgasms. After I came once again I collapsed beside her.

She complimented me on my endurance, and asked me why I apologized at first. I told her the truth, and she laughed. She also told me that she would have killed me if I hadn’t remained hard. I stripped the rest of my clothes off and we sat up facing each other with our legs on top of one another. We chatted for a few minutes, before she bent down and took the tip of my hardening penis into her mouth. It instantly perked up again, and I braced myself for a blowjob. To my chagrin she did not continue to suck me off. She must have tasted her own juices and been some what grossed out.

As an alternative she offered to fuck me any way I pleased. I had once watched a soft porno flick where the women laid on her belly while the man lay on top of her and entered her from behind. I suggested this position and she accepted. I’ll never forget her laying on her belly with her perfect ass raised slightly into the air, awaiting my penis. I slipped my penis into her vagina, and slowly thrust into her from behind. We transitioned into doggy-style where I was able to bring her to orgasm once again. Because I had already cum the first time we fucked I knew it would be a while before I would cum again. I knew this as a result of my previous sexual experiences with earlier girl friends.

I used this opportunity to try all of the positions I had always wanted to try. My favorite of course was her on top of me. She sat straight up as she moved her hips over mine. The sensation was great. What blew my mind is when she reached behind and fondled my testicles. We screwed in a variety of positions until almost seven in the morning. After we had had enough sex I kissed her good bye and went back to my Aunt’s house where I was staying. I saw her the next night, but the conversation was lacking and she had to go to work so there was no time for another fuck session. I boarded a plane the next day and flew home, never to see her again. It was the most erotic moment of my life thus far. I will never forget it.

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Two years ago today, Hans and I met because I had been having fantasies about being with a man and had decided to try the real thing. I had gone to a gay, bisexual, bi-curious dating site. Hans was the real thing and had gone to the same dating site because he wanted to meet someone new. And thankfully I was the someone new he decided upon.

As I swam between his legs I turned face up, let some air past my lips so the bubbles would rise and tickle his balls and cock. As I rose for air he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him. His lips met mine. I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and pulled me even closer. With the water providing buoyancy I knew this big strong man could hold me like that for forever.

We had also gone skinny dipping that day two years ago. Of course at that time we hadn’t even known each others names. And neither of us had planned on that day’s escapades leading to a relationship.

I let my tongue slide out of his mouth and along his cheek to his ear. I flicked my tongue in and casino oyna over his ear, nibbled on his earlobe. Then found myself whispering his name into his ear over and over again. “Hans, Hans, Hans” His right hand had left my ass cheek and I felt him take a grip on my already erect cock. He was holding my cock, squeezing, stroking my cock. I felt his fingers and palm and the wetness of the pool water. Holding, squeezing, stroking. Holding, squeezing, stroking, stroking, stroking. Wet, slippery, stroking.

I continued to whisper his name in his ear. “Hans, Hans, Hans” And then “Yes Hans, Yes, make me cum Hans. Yes, make me cum. Oh yes Hans, Yes, stroke my cock, make me cum.” And I was getting louder. “Yes Hans, Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh Gods Yes, Hans stroke my cock, make me cum. Make me cum, Oh Yes, Oh Yes, Make me cum.” My head was back now, and I was even louder. “Yes, Oh Yes, Yes, Yes! Yes, Hans, Yes, Make Me Cum!! Now! Now! Now!”

And when my cum mixed with the pool water I was crying out loud. Loud enough, I’m sure, for everyone in the neighborhood to hear. “YES! YES! YES! YES!!!”

I slot oyna must have turned beet red when I realized what I’d done. I lay my head on his chest and felt him chuckling. I felt a finger in my ass crack. Sliding along my ass crack. And then a fingertip probing my hole.

I lifted my face up and found his lips with mine. His finger went deeper into my ass. Slipping in and out. In and out.

Then I felt his finger withdraw and he was rubbing his cock against my ass. Me kissing him. He kissing me. The both of us in the pool. I felt his cock-head against my ass hole. Usually when Hans fucks my ass we use a condom to keep his cock clean and a dollop of lube cuz it’s a tight fit. But I guess this time he figured the pool water would keep him clean and provide adequate lubrication. His cock went a little further into me. A little further still. And some more. A little further into me.

Cock and pool water in my ass. Filling my ass. We were mouth to mouth, body to body. My legs around him. His long, thick cock in my ass. Hands on my ass cheeks he bounced me canlı casino siteleri up and down the length of his cock. The buoyancy of the water keeping the action nice and slow. Up and down I rode his cock. Up and down. Up and down. In. Out. In. Out. Up. Down. His thick, long cock filling me again and again. Nice and slow. Nice and easy. Up and down I rode his cock. Up and down. Up and down. In. Out. In. Out. Up. Down. Lips locked. Tongues playing in and about each others mouths. Water splashing. Nice and easy. Nice and slow. Up and down I rode his cock. Up and down. Up and down. In. Out. In. Out. Up. Down.

Now it was his turn. Chest deep in water. Up and down I rode his cock. Up and down. Up and down. In. Out. In. Out. Up. Down. Now, now, NOW, I felt the spasm of his cock deep inside me. Felt the warm cum. Cum shooting up into my ass. Orgasm. Orgasm. His. Mine. Orgasm for Orgasm. His. Mine. My eyes unfocused, my toes curled, my body arched. Orgasm. His cock deep in my ass, shooting cum, and I writhed in orgastic pleasure. His lips again found mine. Or mine found his.

My arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Chest deep in water. Mouth to mouth, body to body. Kissing, touching, holding, and kissing some more. I knew this big strong man could hold me like this for forever.

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Merry Christmas or Happy Hannakah to all of you! I hope that your holidays are merry and spent with the ones you love. All the best in 2009 — may it be a wonderful year for you. To all you Scrooges (like me) out there: here’s a little something that I hope puts you in a festive mood. Best wishes!

Epiphany “Bah, Humbug” 65

I was never especially close with my Aunt Julia. She married a man named Stephen when I was fourteen and they soon left Seymour Heights, New Hampshire for New Jersey, leaving us and everything behind. After that, communication from her was sporadic. She would call my mother (her older sister) occasionally and send cards on birthdays and Christmas, but that was about it. Once the information superhighway expanded into Seymour Heights we began receiving emails and the occasional photo from my aunt quite often. But, like I said, Aunt Julia and I still weren’t particularly close. All that changed last Christmas.

My aunt’s marriage to Stephen lasted almost five years, then they divorced. With no children and few assets to argue over, the process was as fast and simple as one could hope for in that sort of situation. Aunt Julia got the small two-story house they owned and remained in Jersey City, eventually going to work for a legal firm there. From what I gathered from my mother’s recounts of her emails, my aunt seemed happy being single once more and was making a comfortable living. Mom’s frequent pleas for her younger sister to visit were always ignored — until a few weeks before Christmas last year.

“Julia’s coming to visit us!” Mom twirled around on the chair at her computer desk, beaming. She hadn’t sounded so happy in a long time. “She’s flying in on the twentieth and staying till the New Year,” she elaborated.

I looked up from the couch where I had been sitting, watching television and smiled. I think I was more happy for Mom than I was at the prospect of seeing my aunt after several years. “That’s great,” I said, still not quite as happy as my mother. “It will be good to see her again. It’s been ages.”

“It sure will be. I can’t wait to see her,” Mom replied, then turned her attention back to the computer to reply to her sister’s email.

There were almost two weeks to get through before my aunt’s arrival and Mom grew more excited as each day passed. No child awaiting the arrival of Santa could have been as eager and impatient as she was during that time. I was far from indifferent, but nowhere near as overjoyed as her. Had I been able to peer into the future, or known my aunt better than I did then, I would have been elated.

I was at home the day that Aunt Julia arrived. Seymour Heights Community College was on winter break until early January and I was enjoying the respite from my classes. Dad was at work that afternoon. He owns a small pharmacy downtown and business is brisk this time of year, so he could not afford to take any time off unless it was absolutely necessary.

Mom and I heard Aunt Julia’s excited yelp in the yard even before we saw her, or realized the cab had dropped her off from the airport. “Merry Christmas!” she bellowed, dashing up the back steps. There was a light dusting of snow from the flurries that morning and it’s a wonder she didn’t slip as she raced up to the door, carrying two large suitcases and one shoulder bag.

“Merry Christmas, Jules! It’s so good to see you!” Mom’s blue eyes glistened with happy tears as she embraced her younger sister.

“Likewise, Michie,” Aunt Julia replied, dropping her luggage and clutching my mother tight. My aunt is the only person alive who could get away with calling Mom ‘Michie’ instead of ‘Michelle’; even Dad is forbidden to. It was a pet name she had given her during childhood and decades later it still stuck.

Aunt Julia took a step back from Mom, holding her by her waist and smiled. She ran her eyes up and down my mother and gave her an approving nod. “You’re looking good, big sister. Not bad for — what is it — fifty?” She grinned, anticipating Mom’s reply.

“Shut up. That’s a few years away,” Mom chided, giving her sister’s arm a playful swat.

“Well, forty-five or fifty, I’ll always be younger than you,” my aunt boasted. “Thankfully fifty is over ten years away for me.”

“Barely,” my mother reminded her with a sly grin.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter, smiling, as I watched and listened to the interaction between my mother and aunt. Minutes earlier, up until Aunt Julia’s boisterous arrival anyway, I had been filled with pleasant anticipation over her visit. Now, as my eyes moved over her, this was replaced by another, stronger emotion: arousal.

Occasionally when Mom received an email from my aunt I would glance over her shoulder to read it at her encouragement. This was especially so when the email contained a recent photo of Aunt Julia, or one of her cats or dog. Although the photos were simple snapshots and sometimes poorly framed, I could tell from those digitized images that Mom’s sister was a very attractive woman. Her angular jaw and high cheekbones were framed by curly auburn hair. Sometimes it seemed to casino oyna shimmer, just like her hazel eyes, which seemed to have a playful glint to them.

I especially remember one photo in particular that my aunt had included in an email. It was from a trip to Bermuda she had taken soon after her divorce. She was sitting in a metal folding chair on a beach, a colourful drink in her slender hand, and she was wearing a yellow bikini which barely hid her charms. As I stood behind my mother, peering over her shoulder at her computer monitor, I felt my cock begin to stiffen to a full erection. I was thankful that I was standing behind Mom so she could not see the evidence of my growing arousal in the front of my jeans.

That photo, especially my aunt’s firm, round breasts overflowing from the small, yellow triangles barely covering them, remained burned in my mind from that moment on. It returned to my mind’s eye night after night as I lay in bed, stroking my hard cock. I would imagine myself running my hands up my aunt’s tanned legs and flat stomach to cup those sizable mounds in my hands and tease her stiff nipples. This illicit fantasy fueled my libido during many lonely nights. Sometimes when my parents were out I would sit at the computer in the living room, masturbating as I stared at the image of my aunt wearing her skimpy lemon-coloured bikini. Now that she was standing less than two yards away from me in our kitchen I could hardly believe it, or how much more sexy she actually was in person.

“My god, Colin. Look at you — you’re all grown up!” Aunt Julia’s voice was soft and full of amazement. Her full lips curled into a smile and the red lipstick on them glistened. She folded her arms, causing her breasts to form into noticeable orbs. They filled out her purple knit cardigan so well I thought that the buttons might pop open. “The last time I saw you seems like a lifetime ago. You certainly don’t look nineteen,” she said, still looking me over.

“That’s because I’m twenty,” I corrected with a faint smile. My cock was beginning to throb and I wanted to move my eyes from the swell of my aunt’s bosom, down over the tight black skirt covering her round hips, then back up again. Somehow I managed to restrain myself and remain focused on her lovely face.

Aunt Julia stepped over to me. She had kicked off her snow-covered boots at the door and her stockinged feet padded across the floor as she reached out towards me. “Well, I hope you’re not too old to let your aunt give her favourite nephew a hug,” she said.

I smiled, considering that I was her only nephew. Before I could reply I felt her arms around me, her soft hands gliding up my back. My muscles tensed. Then those perfect breasts, those firm mounds, were pressed to my chest. My heart was pounding so fiercely that I thought she might feel it as she pressed herself to me. I could feel a patina of sweat on my palms and my cock thickened some more. Somewhat tentatively, I slipped my arms around my aunt’s narrow waist and moved my hands up her svelte back. Her sweater was soft and fuzzy. It moved upwards a bit as my hand roamed her back. Beneath it, I felt the straps of her bra. I pulled her tighter to me, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations of her luscious body on mine. The mingled scents of her perfume and hair conditioner filled my nostrils, feeding my libido. When she pressed her lips to my right cheek to plant a kiss I shuddered somewhat and felt light-headed.

“It’s good to see you, Aunt Julia,” I croaked, my throat dry from lust.

“You too,” she said, her hot breath caressing my neck.

My aunt stepped back, still clutching my forearms as she smiled. Her shimmering eyes were two slits as they danced down my torso. When they met the front of my jeans her expression seemed to turn into a sneer, then I realized it was an approving grin. It lasted an instant, then was gone.

“So, where’s Richard?” Aunt Julia turned her head back towards Mom at the sink and ran her hands down my arms, briefly stroking the backs of my hands.

“Still at the drug store,” Mom said.

“Doesn’t that man ever take a day off? Will he at least be having turkey with us on Christmas Day?” My aunt moved away from me and turned completely to face my mother. She crossed her arms beneath the curves of her breasts once more, pushing them up into firm hills.

Mom laughed. “Yes, Jules, he will. But he can’t afford to take time off during the holidays,” she explained.

Aunt Julia nodded and the warm smile returned to her face. She gave a chuckle that was rather sexy. “Are you putting me in the spare room next to Colin’s?” she asked.

Mom nodded. “Yes. I hope that will be fine,” she said.

“More than fine,” Aunt Julia assured her.

While Mom lead her sister upstairs to the room where she would be staying I took advantage of the solitude to try to get my runaway libido under control. My cheeks were aflame and my erection was straining the zipper of my jeans. I went to the back door and opened it. I drew in deep breaths of the chilly December air as it cooled my face. I stood there for a few minutes, recalling slot oyna the sensual feel of my aunt’s body on mine and how her hands stroked my back as we embraced. I knew that I was going to be in a near constant state of arousal while she was visiting us. That seemed like a bittersweet prospect to me.

During supper that evening I did not have to make much effort at conversation; Mom and my aunt took care of that. I silently ate, taking the occasional sideways glance at my aunt and noticing how her eyes moved my way several times. It was both exhilarating and unnerving. The image of Aunt Julia on the beach, her magnificent body covered by three tiny triangles of cloth, was now replaced by the lingering sensations of her pressed to me earlier in the kitchen. My rigid cock demanded attention and my boiling lust craved release. It was very distracting and I did not feel much like eating. Mom has always been a wonderful cook, but each bite of food seemed like cardboard in my dry mouth that evening.

The remainder of that night was spent in the living room talking and watching television — me doing more of the latter. I was lost in lewd thoughts about my aunt. She had sat down beside me on the sofa after she and Mom returned from loading the dishwasher and chatting a bit. Although she was nearly a full yard to my left it still seemed like her body heat radiated on me. Or maybe it was the combination of her seductiveness and charm. Either way, I was in torment. A few hours later, when my father yawned and stretched, then announced that he was tired and going to bed, I was glad. Mom would follow him and I could do the same soon after. When my aunt spoke up I felt uneasy.

“Well, I’m not tired like you old folks,” she said. “I’m good for another few hours. You’ll keep me company, won’t you, Colin?” Aunt Julia turned to me, her pretty, oak-coloured eyes almost pleading.

“Ah… yeah, sure,” I grunted, not wanting to be rude or seem flustered.

Mom got up from the beige loveseat where she and Dad were sitting and approached the sofa. When she leaned down to give my aunt a hug she stood up and put her arms around Mom’s waist. She kissed her cheek, then looked into her eyes as they exchanged smiles.

“Nighty night, baby sis,” Mom said, sounding like a teenager once again.

“Nighty night, big sis,” my aunt replied. Then a wide, devilish grin crept over her face. She reached up and gave my mother’s left breast a firm squeeze through her blouse. The mass of her breast nearly eclipsed Aunt Julia’s slim palm as she pushed it upwards into a large mound.

Mom squealed and lurched away from her sister’s grasp, then her laughter rang out. When her eyes met mine, which were now locked on the contours of her chest filling out her jade-coloured blouse, she began to blush. Her nipple had reacted to Aunt Julia’s touch and now jutted out noticeably from the cotton covering it.

“Richard, did Michie ever tell you the real reason why I always call her ‘big sister’ isn’t because she’s older, but because she’s always had bigger tits than me?” my aunt asked. She turned towards my father, who was sitting in near astonishment on the loveseat.

“Ah… no. She didn’t,” Dad answered, seeming both intrigued and uncomfortable. His eyes shifted from Mom to my aunt, then down over her cardigan.

“Well, that’s why,” she said, shooting Mom a grin. “Since Michie was born first, I was robbed. She got all the good boobie genes.” Now her laugh filled the room as she surveyed my mother’s chest.

I watched from the couch, smiling and shifting my attention between my Mom and aunt, comparing the relative sizes of their bustlines. Although I would have never in a million years said it, but despite my aunt’s comment about being robbed, she certainly had not been left-out when it came to being well-endowed up top. Far from it.

“Oh, quit playing the victim,” Mom snapped, unable to stifle a laugh. “It’s not like you were exactly deprived, Jules.” She nodded her head, gesturing down towards her sister’s chest. “Don’t you remember how Tony Gibson was always trying to sneak a peek down your top back in school?”

Aunt Julia’s face became contorted into a grimace and she gave an exaggerated shudder. “He was such a creep,” she hissed, her voice full of contempt.

“Yes, but still…” Mom replied. “And he wasn’t the only one, so quit complaining. Besides, the only reason I’m built like I am is because I had Colin.” Her eyes darted over her sister’s shoulder to me and she gave me a shy smile.

I shifted on the sofa and forced a smile Mom’s way. My eyes left hers as I admired her figure, especially how she filled out her blouse, which seemed a size too small for her. It wasn’t the first time that I had committed that illicit act — ogling my own mother. But it was certainly the first time I had done it in such a charged situation. The air in the room now seemed to have come alive with sexual energy, brought on by my aunt’s initial remark and groping of Mom. Even Dad seemed to notice it, judging from his vacant smile and pink cheeks. Images of him closing their bedroom door and dragging Mom towards canlı casino siteleri their bed in a few minutes appeared in my mind.

“Maybe I should have a baby then,” Aunt Julia mused aloud. “It would be cheaper than implants.”

Mom laughed once more as she turned towards my father. He had gotten up and was standing behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as his fingers teased her neck.

“Give it a lot of thought, Jules. In the meantime, I’m going to get my beauty sleep.” Mom gave her another quick kiss on the cheek before taking hold of Dad’s hand and leading him towards the steps.

Aunt Julia turned towards me, still smiling. I could hear the sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs and water running in the bathroom.

“It’s so good to see you guys again. I shouldn’t have put off visiting for so long,” Aunt Julia said, sounding regretful. She sat down beside me once more, leaning on her right hip and tucking her right foot under her. “I still can’t get over what a handsome young man you’ve become, Colin,” she said, brushing her hair away from her left eye.

“Thanks,” I said, swallowing hard. “Mom says I look like Dad.”

My aunt leaned back a bit, looking me over as if to consider the comment, then nodded. “Yes, you do,” she concluded after a few moments. “But you’ve got your mother’s eyes. They’re as blue as sapphires, just like hers. Mine are a muddy brown. That’s something else I always envied about Michie.”

I felt myself blush once more, thinking about the other thing, or things, she envied about Mom. I felt my eyes drifting down towards her chest and forced them back up, but not before she noticed. She laughed. Not a loud laugh like earlier though. It was more like a teasing laugh, or like when old friends share an in-joke that is many years old.

“Don’t let Michie catch you looking at me like that or she’ll chew me a new one,” Aunt Julia cautioned, still sounding amused.

“Like what? I wasn’t – “

My aunt interrupted me with a soft hissing sound from her pursed lips, then she smiled. Through my nervousness I felt the urge to kiss her soft, moist lips, but easily fought it.

“It’s okay, Colin,” she said, her voice soft and reassuring. “I didn’t say I was mad. It’s flattering for a guy your age to be checking out an old chick like me.” The corner of her mouth turned up as she stared at me.

I laughed, but only at the notion of her being old. Had someone not known her actual age they would have easily guessed her to be in her late twenties, but no more. “You’re not old, Aunt Julia,” I assured her.

“You’re sweet, honey.” My aunt leaned closer and pressed her velvety lips to my cheek, leaving traces of lipstick on my rosy skin. Then she leaned back on the sofa, still looking into my face.

“What?” I asked after a few moments, growing uncomfortable with the awkward silence and the look on my aunt’s face.

“Oh… just thinking,” she said, sounding sleepy and still gazing at me.

“About what?” I asked, although I almost feared her answer.

“About something very naughty.” She gave her head a gentle shake as though she was silently reprimanding herself, then sat up.

“Oh…” I grunted. Now I was even more horny and very curious. My mind reeled, filling with possibilities — all of them ribald and taboo. The heat returned to my cheeks and she immediately noticed.

“You’re blushing,” she teased, her gentle eyes meeting mine.

I gave her a silent nod, knowing it was futile to deny it.

Aunt Julia slid closer towards me, so her right hip was almost pressing against me. Her arm brushed mine, then I felt the side of her firm breast pressed on my bicep. I didn’t dare look down. For a moment I think my racing heart came to a halt. I swallowed, but my throat felt dry, like that beach in the photo of her wearing the yellow bikini.

“Do you like me — even though I’m the… little sister?” My aunt’s hot breath washed over my cheek and neck. She paused before speaking the last two words, then slowly breathed them out for emphasis.

“I… yeah, of course I like you,” I managed to say in an unnaturally thick voice.

“You know how I meant it,” she taunted, clearly unconvinced by the tone of my reply.

I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I licked my lips. “I like you. But you’re my aunt, so… so I can’t like you like you think.” I laughed self-consciously at the jumble of words that had come out of my mouth, but hoped she’d understand. She did.

My aunt inched closer and hooked her arm around mine. She held my hand in hers, which both surprised and excited me. Her hand was soft and warm, much like rest rest of her probably was, I assumed. Our shoulders were touching now, but what I was concentrating on now was how her breast was pressing against my side. It was firm and felt bigger than it had appeared earlier as it rose from her slender body to strain the fabric of her cardigan. For a moment I allowed by eyes to wander down and noticed that the top three buttons of my aunt’s cardigan were open. Now I could see her upper chest in the V-shaped opening. I followed the line of her slender collar bone down to the deep cleavage between her round breasts. Her skin looked look as smooth as crystal and as soft as angel hair. I licked my lips once more and tore my eyes away.

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Synopsis of Chapters 1 & 2: This is the third installment in a story about the adulterous affair between a 57-year old married woman and a 33-year old man. The afternoon following their first little get together, (during which they screwed like minks at Margie’s place while Margie’s hubby was asleep in the next room) Margie and John got together at his condo. They made love on John’s dining room table, then spent the night screwing at John’s place, since Margie’s hubby was out of town for the evening. A week after their second encounter, John is reclining by the pool, reflecting fondly on his quick little romp with Margie, earlier in the day. Little does John suspect it, but his life is about to become very complicated. The story continues…

As I lay by the pool, I replayed in my mind for the umpteenth time my encounter with Margie earlier in the day. The sun felt great on my bare chest and legs, the beer I just drank had given me a slight buzz, and I was utterly spent from my noontime lovemaking with Margie. Life was good I thought.

* * * * *

Margie, the property manager of my condo complex – who I’d been sleeping with on occasion for the past week – had called me just after 8 that morning.

“Hey, you. It’s been awhile. Miss seeing you.”

“Same here,” I replied. “I can’t wait to get together with you again. When can you get away?”

“Hubby won’t be going out of town until next week, dammit.”

“Too bad,” I replied. “It’s been a week since I got in your panties. I’m horny.”

“Me too,” Margie complained. “But, I tell you what, if I close the office for a spell at lunch time, think you can pull yourself away from whatever you’re doing and come by here for a nooner?”

“Damn right I can.”

“OK. Be here at noon, ” Margie said.

Promptly at 12 noon I walked across the courtyard from my condo to the property management office. The shades were drawn and the “Closed” sign was hung on the door. I knocked softly. Margie opened the door immediately and I slipped inside. Margie closed and locked the door, then turned to face me.

“So, you missed me, huh?” she asked.

Looking her up down, I replied, “I sure did.”

She was wearing a short white, sleeveless summer dress – like all her clothes, a size too small. Margie is prone to cramming her size 14 body into a size 10 dress. The resulting effect was to show plenty of her curves as well as lots of her thick, meaty thighs. A ray of sunlight peeping through the skylight above us shone through the dress and clearly illuminated the shadow of her thick, hairy bush. Her long, dark nipples were visible under the thin fabric. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath that dress.

Margie casino oyna is 57 years old, and she looks it. Short, stout, and hefty, with her dark olive complexion, permed salt and pepper hair, and thick glasses, she looks like a typical late-middle aged, matronly, Italian-American housewife. Her once shapely, well endowed figure is now kind of pear-shaped – small on top and thick through the middle and the bottom end. That said, I must add that Margie still has plenty of sex appeal, at least to me. She always dresses in a sexy manner, always makes sure her hair is done and her nails painted, that kind of thing. Thinking about fucking her again for the first time in over a week was turning me on. I was getting a stiffy and Margie spotted it.

Glancing at my crotch, she grinned. She kicked off her sandals, then pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the desk. Just as I thought, she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. I marveled at the transformation once she shed her clothes. In the nude, Margie positively exudes sex and sensuality. Her sagging 34C pancake titties, soft slightly paunchy tummy, hefty ass, dark wild bush, and thick legs make Margie look like she was born to fuck. Damn, she looked hot!

Margie walked to the small couch across the office, sat down, and flashed a little bush as she crossed her legs. Pointing her foot at me, she said, “Well, c’mon over here and show me how much you missed me.”

I slipped off my tank top, stepped out of my swim trunks, and slid down next to Margie on the sofa. By now I had a raging hardon. We swapped tongues as I bounced Margie’s soft little, orange-sized titties in my hand and played with her nipples. Meanwhile she stroked my cock with one hand and masaged my balls with the other. I slid my hand along the inside of her thigh and Margie instinctively parted her legs. She was already moist, so I slid two fingers inside her and worked her clit with my thumb.

It didn’t take long until Margie was well lubed. “Let’s fuck,” she whispered insistently in my ear.

She hopped off my lap, walked to the desk, grabbed it, and bent over. Spreading her legs and pointing her huge ass at me, she invited me to nail her from behind.

“Let’s do it doggy style, hun,” she offered.

I approached her from the rear, my eyes glued to the spot between her legs where her thick, bush, glistening with pussy juice, barely concealed a wet, swollen cunt, ready to be fucked. I bent slightly at the knees, grabbed my dick and worked the head of it inside her pussy. Instinctively, her cunt lips opened and welcomed me in. When Margie felt me inside her she thrust her ass backwards and sucked with her pussy. I grabbed her by the hips – my fingers sinking into the slight slot oyna bit of flab around her middle – and pulled her toward me. I took my time working my cock in. She was real wet so I glided in without too much trouble. Margie’s pussy opened a little wider, the deeper I plowed inside her. When I was all the way in and firmly in the saddle, we both stood motionless for a second or two, basking in the sweet, moist pleasure. Hot, and ready to screw, Margie flexed her pussy so it gripped me like a fist. Damn! Feels like she’s gonna pinch it off, I thought to myself. Every time we made love, I marveled at how tight she was, especially for a woman in her 50s that has had several kids.

“Ummmmmmm! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Margie let out a series of low moans, as I started to fuck her. She mashed her large, round, soft ass tightly against me and ground her hips from side to side.

She shook her head and squealed loudly. “Oooooooohhhhhhh Eeeeeee, honey! I love this. It’s been so long since I got it on a steady basis, now I just can’t get enough,” she moaned. “Damn it, I love fuckin’ you.”

Really starting to fuck her deep now, I reassured her, “The feeling is mutual, baby. I got you covered. Anytime you want it, and you can get away for awhile, I’ll give you all the fuckin’ you want.”

Margie looked back over her shoulder at me and grinned from ear to ear. She made a slow rolling, pumping motion with her pelvis that felt so good, I got weak in the knees. I gasped with pleasure and pulled her tighter against me.

Sensing the pleasure she was giving me, Margie really started to work it, rolling her ass from side to side as I deep-fucked her doggy style, both of us taking our time and savoring the sensation.

“Like this do you?” she asked.

“Best sex I’ve ever had,” I answered. And I was telling the truth.

“Is it is good as what you’re getting from that little bitch you’ve been screwing this past week?”

That remark took me by surprise. Margie was referring to Lisa, my steady girlfriend since college days.

Even though Margie was 25 years older than Lisa, and her ass was flabby, her titties were starting to sag, and she had a little bit of a paunch, I admitted truthfully that there was no comparison. Margie really was much better in the sack.

“Honey, when it comes to fuckin’, Lisa can’t hold a candle to you,” I said. “I wish I could ride you like this every day.”

I was shocked at Margie’s comment about Lisa. I had never heard her get catty before. I couldn’t let it slide without commenting on it.

“Why, Margie!” I exclaimed. “Are you jealous?”

Clamping down on my dick with her pussy, Margie shook her ass and brought me to the verge canlı casino siteleri of cumming.

“Maybe,” she pouted. “Maybe just a little bit. But that’s because I wanna be your girlfriend.”

I was too busy fucking to answer her.

But, Margie wouldn’t let the topic rest. “Am I your girlfriend?” she asked.

“Sure you are, baby,” I replied. “It’s just that you’re not the only one. Besides, you’re married, so I’m not the only man in your life.”

“Yeah, but Bob and I rarely make love. And when we do it’s not like this,” Margie said. “I just hate the thought of her getting more of this than I’m getting. Promise me from now on I’ll be your main girlfriend and that we’ll start doing it more often.”

“I promise,” I gasped.

We were really into the groove by now, so I relaxed a bit and let Margie do all the work. I grabbed a tight hold on her hips and I held on for the ride, fascinated at how her ass, thighs, and waist quivered and shook like jelly as she pumped her hips back and forth, fucking like a demon, slamming herself against me.

Margie glanced back over her shoulder at me again, showed her teeth and really started bearing down.

I was so excited by now that I could hardly contain myself. Margie could tell by my panting and the frenzied pace at which I was screwing her, that I was about to get off.

“You’re getting ready to cum, honey. I know you well enough by now to tell,” Margie said.

“Sorry, baby. A week is a long time to go without. Your pussy is so good, I can’t last more than a minute or two longer,” I panted.

I felt myself about to explode. I grabbed Margie and pulled her against me as tight as I could, getting ready to cum. A couple of more strokes and I was through. But before I could let go, Margie pushed me away. With a wet, gurgling sound, my dick popped free of the grip of her pussy. She turned around, knelt in front of me, and little by little swallowed my cock down to the root. She sucked for all she was worth, and I shot a huge load in her mouth. Margie continued to suck until she drained my dry.

I gasped and my knees buckled. Pulling away, Margie looked up at me and swallowed the load I had just deposited in her mouth. Traces of cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth, she grinned and said, “This oughta convince you I’m your main lady now.” I had to agree that it certainly had an influence.

Suddenly realizing it was close to 12:30 and time for her appointment with a client, Margie dashed for the office bathroom to clean herself up and get dressed. I went back to my place, grabbed a cold one, and headed for the pool.

Turning Margie’s final comment over in my mind, I reminisced about the superb blow job Margie had just given me, as well as how I was going to balance my attention to both her and Lisa. As I tried to work out a solution, I drifted off to sleep in the chaise lounge by the pool.

To be continued…

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My name is Susie Sogit.

I’m sure you see the poetry in that: Susie Suckit. That’s what I was called, whenever an adult was not in hearing distance, throughout my entire life.

Heck, even adults would mispronounce it. They’d get embarrassed and flustered, try not to apologize, just slide over it, like they didn’t know they had called me that, but they had.

I didn’t care.

Truth of the matter is this: there is a very justified theory that people’s names are labels. A guy named carpenter ends up working with wood. A fellow named digger ends up excavating graves. And so on.

So Susie Sogit—I—ended up sucking cocks.

Truth: I am the best cock sucker in the world.

And where that has led me…well, let me tell you.

I discovered the benefits of living up to my name in school; it was simple, I didn’t want to write a boring paper on Moby Dick. If I suck, then Herman Melville REALLY sucks.

So I was walking to school one day, and one of the brainy types fell in next to me and said, “Hi, Susie Suckit.”

Without even thinking I quipped, “I will if you give me your Moby Dick paper.

Well, his eyes bugged, he got an F, and I got an A, and a career was born.

After school I took him home, mom was at work, and I laid him down on Dad’s big worktable.

It was weird, sucking a dick right next to a buzz saw blade.

I undid Jimmy’s zipper, pulled his skinny little dick out, and got to work.

Funny thing, I liked it.

I had never seen a dick before, outside of pictures on the net, so I examined the thing pretty close.

I stretched it out and ran a finger up the length of it.

Jimmy shivered like granny when she lost her nightie.

I asked him, “Does that feel good?”

He gulped, and the game was on.

I stroked my finger up the back of his shaft, then a side, then the underside, then the other side. The bottom gave the best shiver and gulp, so I focused on that.

Near the base wasn’t much; the closer I got to the head the more he started to gulp and whine. So I focused just below the head.

I rubbed under the helmet, it was getting really red, so I put my lips on it.

I’ve got pretty good lips. Plump, they look great in lipstick, and they flare out a bit when I suck.

He could see my lipstick as I swirled his helmet in my mouth.

He shivered, gulped, and actually rolled his eyes. That’s right, they rolled upwards and his eyes looked white, like a zombie’s in a monster picture.

Oh, man, I was loving this.

I experimented with how much of the shaft I could take in my mouth. Turns out I could take a pretty good amount; I got down to about casino oyna an inch from the base before I gagged. And, with time, deep throating turned out to be pretty easy.

I slurped, I sucked, I swirled the head of his dick, and his hips began to bounce up and down. And, long story short, the doofus squirted.

Took me by surprise, him suddenly erupting in my mouth, but I like my eggs over easy so I just gulped it down.

And, I will tell you this: there is nothing that tastes quite so good as the juice from a shivering, bloated, over-excited cock. I mean, that baby batter is sweet! It leaves a great after taste, and, truth, I would eventually find out that there are an INCREDIBLE number of vitamins and minerals in that sweet nectar.

So, there I was, hooked, and on the cusp of a great career.

After my experience with Jimmy I never did a speck of school work again. Yet my grades were straight A. And, funny thing, the boys I sucked became scholars. They had to, they were writing their papers twice, once for them and once for me.

I ‘worked’ my way through college, earning a degree in physics. Heck, the only thing I can add up is my bank account, but that degree was easier than falling off a log. And my grades were so high companies like NASA and JPL were on my doorstep.

The funniest thing about that period of my life was taking the tests. Boy would get their brainy girlfriends to take my tests for me—most professors only see tits, they can’t tell the difference between a girl—and they never told their girlfriends that they were getting their peenies drained by me on a regular basis.

Nowadays I am married. Yeah, that’s a surprise, right? But I met a guy who didn’t stare at my tits and I trapped him. Let me explain what I mean by that.

When I met a guy I would talk to him, then, after ten minutes I would close my eyes and ask him what color they were. They never knew. Horny, little bastards were just obsessing on my mammary glands. So I knew they didn’t care about me.

But a few actually knew that I have bright, vibrant, blue eyes. And from these I would choose my real dates, and look for that Mr. Right.

Of course, Mr. Right had to be okay with my job; with my slurping on the dongs of a dozen guys a day.

But I found one, we married, and we even have kids. Truth, we have glorious sex, the only guy I have ever had sex with in my life. But let’s go back to that cocksucking thing, okay?

My day starts at five in the morning. I rise, make myself beautiful (red lipstick, high lifting bra, nylons, long, blonde hair tousled down over my bare shoulders. In short, I make myself a vision. Heck, You have to sell the goods before the customer will buy the merchandise, right?

I don’t eat. Never eat. In fact, I only eat a few crackers at night. On Sunday, my one day off, I will have modest meals, but I get so much protein that I don’t have much appetite.

By 5:30 in the AM I am at the office. I check my supplies, make sure slot oyna I have enough wipes, the dildos and butt plugs are all clean, the table is prepped with clean towels, the heater is functioning, and so on.

6:00 the first customer shows up. Usually banker types who lie to their wife about having to get to the office early. (‘Sorry, dear, I have to take inventory.’)

I have them take off their clothes in one of the outer offices. This allows me to make sure they aren’t wearing wires; the police do, every once in a while, try to bust me. All they get for their efforts are a fantastic blow job and no proof. At any rate, once they are divest of clothes they enter…’the room.’

It is dark in there, and I take them by the cock, massage their beast until it grows nice and rigid, all the while talking to their face.

Face talking is very important. Face talking is when you get a couple of inches away from their face, filling their vision with red lips and innocent, blue eyes, and whisper really nasty things.

Sweet Jesus, you have a nice cock. It’s so fucking hard. And these balls, they are fucking grape fruits! I don’t think I have ever felt so much semen in a ball before. Fuck! I can’t wait to taste you; I can’t wait to take your long shlong down my nasty throat and start sucking. I can’t wait to suck your dick so hard I can kiss those magnificent balls. You must have a gallon of jazz stored up and ready to go. Fuck, fuck…come get on the table, I can’t wait anymore…

They get on the table, lying face up. I buckle straps over their limbs to better control them—men love to be controlled and made to cum. I place warm towels over their chests and legs. I put a black, sleeping mask over their eyes so they can’t see, so they won’t be distracted by any sense other than the sensations in their dicks.

I massage their bodies lightly, working on the nipples, and sometimes I’ll put nipple clamps on them. Oh, how they moan when those little chest dickies are trapped, gripped, pinched, and the blood rushes and the nerve endings cry out.

Finally, I begin working their manhoods. I begin with long, tender strokes. After every stroke I squeeze their balls. Mostly, I squeeze gently, massage the sperm in them, but every once in a while I give a hard squeeze, make them lurch on the table. This reminds them of the violence of ejaculation they are about to receive.

Finally, I begin working the head, that delightful helmet. I rub the underside of the shaft, as I engulf the head with my lips. I slide my tongue around the head again and again.

By now my customer is beside himself, but I am not done. When he is about to let go, achieve release, find his little nirvana on earth, I back off.

Oh, how they cry and beg. Drool is coming out the sides of their mouths, their eyes go round in the sockets, and I start in on the asshole.

I use a basic, soft butt plug, not too big, to start them off. I use lots of lube, and I swirl and rim their pucker until it relaxes canlı casino siteleri and begs for more.

Then I take the butt plug out, gently, and move an aneros into the brown bud. I push, a little roughly, but lots of lube makes my customer feel appropriately taken. God how they moan when I start working that prostate massager inside them. Around and around, up and down, pushing on the prostate.

But I have to be careful. Too much and they leak out, no orgasm, and not every man likes that. So when they are ready and ripe, starting to surge, I extract the aeros and insert a regulation dildo. This keeps up the pressure on the prostate, keeps the juices bubbling, as it were, and yet does not supply enough pressure to let them leak out.

Mind you, all this while I am massaging the dick. Moving my well oiled hands in concert with the anal penetration.

I click a switch and the dildo in their butt starts vibrating. They are ready now, and I carefully build them for the big climax.

I stroke slowly, making them work, and they are willing to work, they are so fucking horny now they can’t stop themselves. And, as they climb the final mountain, begin the surging roil of their balls, feel the ignition in their groin and the series of contractions within, I lower my head and slurp the helmet with my lips.

They let loose, they can’t stop, deep surges, and ropes fill my mouth. If the guy is a big cummer, with lots of jizz, I swallow as fast as I can. If he’s a little cummer I hold it in my mouth, enjoy the taste, then swallow.

Done, I help the customer off the table. Usually they have lost the use of their legs and I have to help support them, guide them so they don’t fall down.

Then I wash them carefully, and guide them to the dressing room.

By now 45 minutes have passed and another customer is in the other waiting room, naked, ready for my ministrations.

I do three customers in the morning, and three in the afternoon. In between the morning and afternoon I go to the gym and work out.

And, I don’t eat anything. I am so full of sperm I am bloated, and I need to work off the overload lest I get fat.

A couple of other things.

I don’t always eat every drop. I usually save a load every day so that I can massage the semen into my breasts. I seem to get larger and larger as the years go by, but my work outs at the gym keep them from sagging.

And, BTW, I have never let my breasts dry up after kids. I don’t want them to shrink; I want them big and fat, and being full of milk helps me accomplish that.

What this means is that I sometimes let men suck my breasts. I make sure they are locked to the table, and I divest myself of a morning, and an afternoon, of baby milk. I never let the men know who is going to get to suckle me, but they always enjoy it.

On my day off hubby gets the honor, but what we do to each other is another story.

At any rate, I am healthier than a horse, with huge breasts, golden skin, and long, blonde hair that is finer than the Gods’.

I rarely buy food, mostly subsisting on a diet of sperm, and with my fees for sucking I have a HUGE bank account.

I’m Susie Suckit, and that’s my story.

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I’d been very attracted to Tina for some time now. She wasn’t much to luck at but she had a fantastic sense of humour and a great pair of tits. They were at least a D cup. We hadn’t really become that close even though I had been married to her sister, Karen for about 18 months. We exchanged pleasantries; had a little joke with each other every now and again, but never became really close.

One day I had finished work early. My wife, Karen was at work till late and Tina’s husband was also at work. I decided to walk up to Tina’s house for a chat and a coffee as I was at a loose end, and anyway I couldn’t stop thinking about those fantastic tits. Her kids would still be at school so there would be no interruptions.

I approached her house; her car was parked in the drive so I knew she was in. She never goes anywhere without her car. I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. I knocked again but still no answer. I peered through the kitchen window and saw her coat hung up and the coat hanger. I went back to the door and tried the handle. The door opened and I walked in. I walked into the kitchen and into the living room but didn’t see her. I heard noises coming from upstairs, like furniture moving. I thought she must have been cleaning so I slowly walked up stairs.

As I reached the top of the stairs I heard a soft groaning noise coming from her bedroom. I gently and slowly walked to the bedroom door. The door was slightly open. I looked through the gap in the door and saw Tina’s reflection in the dresser mirror. There she was naked, back arched, head tilted back.

I moved back away from the door excited and curious. Her husband was at work so who was the lucky person underneath her. I went back to the door and peered again through the gap. This time she was on all fours being fucked doggy style. I pushed my head in further to see if I could get a glimpse of her new lover. My cock was straining against my pants; I was so turned on watching Tina getting fucked by………her stepson!

Tina was 31; her stepson had just turned 18. Gary, her husband had been married before and brought his son to live with Tina and himself when they got married 10 years ago. Now, near enough after his 18th birthday he was fucking his step mom. She was loving it. Her eyes screwed closed and panting like a thirsty dog. Her tits swung back and forth as her stepson fucked her from behind. I went back down stairs through the door and home. Back home I headed straight to the bathroom to jerk off, thinking of Tina’s fantastic tits swinging back and forth.

For weeks I jacked casino oyna off thinking of Tina being unfaithful with her stepson, till I decided I was going to have some fun with her myself. I volunteered one morning to help her grocery shopping. I needed stuff from the shops as well so I suggested I hitched along with her for company. We did the shopping and went back to her house to unpack. I carried all the groceries in from the car into her kitchen. Tina unpacked the bags and put the groceries away. She was wearing a short black skirt; a white blouse and black high-heeled shoes.

Her long blonde hair was tied in a bob at the back of her head. She opened the refrigerator door to put the dairy products away. It must have been cold when she opened the refrigerator door because as she closed it and turned round her nipples had started to poke through her bra and blouse.

“You cold Tina?” I jokingly asked.

“Why would I be?” she sternly replied.

“Just asking.” I answered.

“I called up her a few weeks ago but couldn’t find you. Your car was parked outside but no answer at the door.”

“What day was that?” she asked.

“Tuesday morning. I had finished work early and thought I’d have a walk up.” I replied.

“Erm, Tuesday. Yes Tuesday I popped out to the post office. You must have missed me. Lots to do, People to see.” She nervously replied.

“Don’t you mean PEOPLE to do, Lots to see?” I counted. “When I came up here that Tuesday I tried the door. To my surprise it was open. I heard noises coming from upstairs so I went to investigate. You must be mistaken Tina. You were in and so was Brandon, your stepson.”

“YOU BASTARD!” She shouted. “Wait till I tell Karen and Gary about this.”

“You won’t tell them Tina will you. You don’t really want your whole family knowing you are fucking your stepson do you?” I answered.

Tina went very quiet, dropped to the floor and started crying.

I knelt down beside her.

“Don’t worry Hun. I wont tell anyone. It will be our little secret ok?” I said trying to comfort her.

I moved my face to her neck and softly kissed her. I moved my hand to her to her shoulder and pulled the blouse from her skin. My lips kissing her neck and shoulders.

“No Way” she shouted. “Not a chance in hell are you going to do that to Me.”

“Tina, the way I see it is you don’t have an option” I smiled.

I pushed her to the floor and pulled apart her Blouse. Tina began crying more and more. Her tits bounced in the bra as she juddered. I pulled her up against me and slot oyna unfastened the bra. Her breasts were so soft and firm. She lay down slowly as my mouth went to her nipples. My mouth slowly kissing and licking one, while my hand gently caressing the other breast.

Tina’s sobbing slowly turned into heavy breathing.

“Please stop Neil. PLEASE. Anything but this.” She begged.

“It’s either this or D.I.V.O.R.C.E. hun” I replied.

My mouth and tongue swapped from nipple to nipple. My hand slipped down her side and unfastened her skirt. I slid down her body and pulled off her skirt, leaving her lying there in only her panties. She moved her hands to cover her breasts.

“Now now, you can make this easy or hard. It’s up to you.” I told her and my hand slipped into her panties.

“Not on the floor then. Let’s go to the bedroom. Please not here.” She sobbed.

We both stood up and headed upstairs. Tina slowly walked into her bedroom and sat on the bed crying.

“Take the rest of your clothes off and lay back” I ordered.

Tina slowly removed the rest of her clothing. She slipped out of her skirt and threw that to the floor.

“I said ALL of your clothes,”

Very slowly, Tina removed her panties and bra and gently dropped them to the floor. She looked so sexy. Her breasts rose and fell as she started to breath deeply with nervous anticipation. I removed the rest of my clothes and climbed onto the bed.

I run my tongue along her legs, up her thighs, across her pussy and around her stomach, finally resting onto her nipples. I began slowly sucking those large nipples of hers, occasionally biting them to provoke a response from Tina. My fingers ran up and down her thighs and around her shaved pussy, gently rubbing up and down her pussy lips.

Within minutes of my fingers probing her pussy I could feel her getting wet and her nipples getting hard. I looked up to her face. Her head was slightly tilted back and her eyes were closed. The expression on her face wasn’t that of worry now but of pleasure.

I slid down the bed and buried my face between her thighs. She gave some resistance but not much. I replaced my fingers with my mouth and tongue, licking and sucking her pussy lips and her slowly hardening clit. Her legs began to part on their own free will as I ate her pussy. My tongue, gliding up and down her pussy lips, over her clit produced gasps of air from Tina. I looked up from her pussy to see her tweaking her nipples.

I quickly slid two fingers deep and hard into her pussy. Tina let out a small cry, canlı casino siteleri and carried on playing with her nipples. I slid my fingers in and out faster and faster, fucking her with them. Her hips moved in time to my fingers as she quickly started gasping for breath.

“Faster, faster” She whispered as I furiously fucked her with my fingers. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!” she replied as I honored her wishes, my fingers covered in her juices, feeling nice and safe and warm deep inside her.

She let out a loud gasp as she came over my fingers. I removed my fingers and licked the juice from them. I took hold of her and turned her onto all four. Bringing her hips towards me I drove my cock deep into her pussy. She gasped for air as I brought her hips fully onto my cock. Tina arched her back as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. I looked again into the bedroom mirror to see her eyes tightly closed and her tits swinging back and forth.

“Fuck me harder you Bastard” She cried. I increased my tempo in reply. “Yes, Yes, YES”

I thrust my hips to meet hers as I felt myself tingle and about to cum inside her pussy. I slowed myself to make sure every drop was entered into her. She slouched onto the bed as I released my cock from her wet pussy. Her hands slid down the bed and she started to finger herself to her second climax.

I turned her over onto her back and brought her head up, forcing my cock into her mouth. She gagged a little but began to suck me hard again.

My ass felt a little jolt as she sneakily forced her finger into my ass.

“Neil likes it when I do that” She laughed.

“Well what’s good for the goose?” I replied as I turned her back onto all 4s and slowly pushed my cock into her ass.

“NO, No not there” She begged.

It was too late. My cock was in her ass fully, slowly sliding in and out of her. Her protests suddenly turned to submission as my cock pleasured her ass. Slowly I pushed my cock in and out of her ass. Little gasps for air from Tina encouraged me as I sensed she was enjoying it.

I could feel myself about to cum a 2nd time but I didn’t want to cum in her ass. I pulled out of her ass, crawled up the bed and lay on my back. Taking hold of the back of her head I brought her down onto my cock. She opened her mouth and took in my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster as I started to gasp for air. I took hold of her head again as I came hard into her mouth. She gagged and coughed a little but swallowed and licked the cum away from her mouth.

I closed my eyes and let go of her head. She collapsed beside me licking her lips.

I looked over to her and gave a cheeky wink. I stood up and got dressed.

“I hope I don’t catch you again young lady,” I warned.

“I do,” She said with a smile.

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New day and a new college. I get settled into my seat, pull out my laptop, notepad, and pencil out. What can I say, I still like to write by hand at times or doodle if I can’t focus.

I start playing with my hair and chewing on my pencil. I know, bad habits. I shift anxiously in my seat as the other students filter in, I watch them out of the corner of my eye.

Then I see her, my breath catches and I drop my pencil and it rolls right in front of her. She bends over to pick it up giving me a view down her shirt, I try not to look, but can’t help it. She stands back up and I can feel the blush warming my cheeks.

“Here, I think you dropped this. My name is Samantha but I go by Sam,” she introduces herself. “Haven’t seen you around here.”

I sputter trying to gather a response. “I.. I… just transferred here. Uh.. uh… I am… uh… Jasmine.”

She smiles, pondering it appears, and I blush more.

“Oh god, what’s happening to me,” I think silently, biting my lip.

“Jasmine, I like that,” she declares, “see you around.” Then she winks at me, at least I think she does, as my imagination starts running wild.

I can’t pay attention during class, I keep seeing her in my mind, stealing glances at her. I sketch her on my notepad, trying to capture the depth of her twilight blue eyes. The gentle waves in her auburn hair and how the red in it catches the light.

All I hear is the professor dismiss us, I shovel everything in my bag and rush to the ladies room as quickly as possible. Locking the stall quickly, I hike up my skirt and start rubbing my already wet pussy, fast and quickly needing to orgasm, picturing her in my head. Before I realize I am moaning and squirting, having lost myself in my need.

I clean myself up, hoping no one came in. I leave the stall and find the restroom blissfully empty. Washing my hands as the door swings open and she slips in, smiling at me.

She comes up behind me and while sliding something in my hand, whispers in my ear “7PM and don’t be late beautiful.”

She steps into a stall quickly. I am frozen for a moment then I walk out unfolding the paper with an address. I rush to my dorm as it is already four and I want to clean up and she said to not be late.

Checking myself in the mirror one more time, my black off the shoulder top and skirt, short and provocative, my straight blonde hair sweeping my bare shoulders, red lipstick applied flawlessly.

At promptly casino siteleri 7:00 PM, I walk up to the door, about to knock, she opens it, her eyes obviously roaming over my body from head to toe, then glances back up into my green eyes and smiles, saying hello and ushering me inside.

“You look amazing,” she says, her voice a bit husky, as she leans into me causing me to back into the door. Tilting her head, her mouth close to my ear she whispers, “and smell delicious. Your name suits you well” nipping gently at my earlobe, causing a startled and aroused gasp to erupt, my pussy almost drips.

She pulls away suddenly and I feel her absence, she sees the frown. “Don’t worry Jasmine, we are just starting.”

She shows me around the downstairs, the last room she brings me to is the dining room where she has a delicious meal and wine waiting. We eat and laugh while we get to know each other. Sitting close to each other, hands on knees, laughing, smiling.

As the meal wraps up, she blindfolds me. I hear shuffling, and a can. Then something cool and creamy on my lips. I open my lips and taste the sweetness of the cream as the strawberry enters my mouth. My tongue circles the sweet berry.

Her breath brushes against my ear, purring, sending chills down my spine, goosebumps raise on my skin.

“Yes, enjoy that nice and slowly, savor it.”

I take my time, rolling the berry over my tongue, between my lips. Enjoying the full flavor of the fruit with the cream.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moan.

After she finishes feeding me the berries, she takes my hand, guiding to a place unknown, up the stairs slowly as I can’t see. I hear a door open and we enter and the door clicks closed, I hear a lock clicking.

Before I know it, her lips find mine, hands all over, mine exploring hers, till she pushes them away.

“Feel” she orders.

I try to not reach out as her hands explore my body. Then followed by her lips, tongue, teeth. My body is on fire and moans escape my lips when hers aren’t there to catch them.

She backs me up, the back of my knees hitting what seems to be a bed and I fall back. She places my hands above my head and demands me to keep them there and I obey. She works the buttons of my blouse open, my chest exposed. Hands roaming, fingers slipping into my cups. Gasps escaping my lips along with moans.

She undoes the button on my skirt, I lift my hips at her prompting, the skirt slipping over my hips. She stands back slot oyna and looks at me.

“Mmmmmm, black bra and matching panties on that gorgeous body, on top of those sexy thigh highs and the garter. you are a piece of art,” she proclaims. “Jasmine, my beautiful little blossom. You look as delicious as you smell.”

She bites my neck and I let out a little growl, my back arching. She slowly works her way down my body, nipping, biting, licking. she works my blouse the rest of the way off, placing my hands back over my head.

She arches her back now as she goes back over my body, dragging her nails over my skin. Her mouth connecting with my skin again along my stomach, she kisses the top of the garter and then over the front of my panties, and I growl again, twisting.

“Uh uh uh,” she chides, “stay still.”

I still my body with effort, all kinds of sounds of pleasure spilling from me. She starts continuing down the front of my thighs, rolling my stockings down as she goes. Then down my calves to my ankles, slipping my stockings off before she rests her hands on my knees separating my legs slowly, a longing moan escaping my lips as my back arches.

Slowly she works her way up the inside of my legs to my knees, she takes one leg, holding it in the air. She kisses the back of my knees, sucking the skin between her lips, surprising me at the sensation, a pleasured gasp escaping.

She is then back between my legs now biting up my thighs, she grabs the tops of my panties and yanks them down hastily, and pulls them off, she touches my lips. I can feel my wetness on them already.

She runs her palms over my pussy, one after the other, almost massaging my lips. Trying to not wriggle and move, I bite my lip, tasting blood, moaning.

She brings her face to my lips, kissing them, tongue slowly exploring, teasing. she flicks my clit, I inhale sharply. She sucks it into her mouth, I moan, then she bites and I let a scream out in pleasure saying don’t stop. At that, she stops her gentle teasing and gets rougher, she slides a finger then two inside me. I explode at the first swipe across my g-spot. Screaming, hips bucking. She continues her work on my pussy, bringing me to orgasm again and again, licking all the juices up.

Finally, she raises her head, saying, “You are just as sweet as I thought you would be. Just like a sun ripened peach. Want to taste?”

It takes a moment as my senses return. I feebly shake my head yes. She brings canlı casino siteleri her fingers that were in me to my lips, I part them and she slides them in.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I respond.

After I clean her fingers, she moves back up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on her lips, in her mouth, as my tongue explores it. Taking one hand in hers, she guides me to her wet pussy.

“Touch me how you touch yourself,”she prompts.

I don’t need another invite, my fingers go to work, caressing, teasing, rubbing, stroking, delving.

She is idly stroking my pussy as I pleasure her as I do myself. The sounds of her moans are the sweetest symphony to my ears. Learning her quickly by feelings of her body moving and sound, I figure out what she enjoys most, pushing her over once. I continue teasing and pleasuring her now bring her to the edge again and again. She growls in my ear and bites my earlobe. Her fingers then delve back inside me.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan out.

I am to distracted now to realize when she is about to cum this time but she groans out, “cum with me baby.”

I crest with her as her and my moans of ecstasy fill the room and I am sure the house. We collapse, fingers sitting inside each other’s throbbing bodies.

After a moment, I pull out, bringing my fingers to my lips, wet with her juices.

“Taste it,” she instructs quietly.

I do as told, her taste exploding in my mouth, moaning in pure pleasure. I realize I should share so I slide my finger back inside her then and bring it to her lips.

Pausing, she removes my blind fold before my finger can touch her lips, she gently holds my hand, kissing the palm, eyes on me. Along the finger to the tip her lips dance. Never breaking eye contact, she opens and allows my finger all the way into her mouth, circling it with her tongue, lips wrapping around the base as she sucks. Another moan escapes me as I feel the intimacy in the moment.

Once she releases my finger, my lips are alive against hers. Soft at first, then deep long kisses.

She breaks away for a moment and grabs a blanket. Covering us both together, she pulls me in for another kiss as we roll to face each other. Her finger then tracing my lips to keep me quiet, moving to sweep the hair away from my face. Fingers now in my hair gently combing it.

“Rest now baby,” she rests. As I stare into her eyes, I feel sleepy, and before I know it, I drift off.

I awake, the early morning sun pouring through the window. She has me wrapped in her arms. I smile and sigh contentedly as I listen to her calm, rhythmic breathing, falling again into slumber, knowing that we found something special.

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