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It was a Friday night and I was over at my friend Mary’s house, we were both on the PTA and she was the head of planning this year’s high school graduation. She had invited me over to help her iron out some of the final details for the graduation, it was only a week away and it had honestly been a lot more work than either of us had imagined it would be. Obviously, to assist with the creative process, we had partaken in some wine drinking, as it got closer to being time for me to head home, I could not get a hold of neither my son or husband to come and pick me up and I definitely was not going to drive.

“Nathan is in his room screwing around, he can give you a ride home if they aren’t answering” Mary told me.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to inconvenience him” I responded.

“I have been nagging him to get his license and he finally got it a few weeks ago, he would be happy to” she said while laughing.

“Well they are still not answering so I will take you up on that” I responded.

She went into Nathan room and they both came back out. He threw his sweatshirt on, I gave Mary a hug, said goodbye, and we headed outside.

“This is a nice truck Nathan!” I told him to try and spark some form of conversation so that the twenty minute drive wouldn’t be awkward.

“Thanks, it was my grandfather’s, my mother was saving it for me for when I got my license” he responded.

I had known Nathan since he was in kindergarten, our sons had been best-friends all throughout elementary, middle, and high school. It was crazy that they both were set to graduate in a week and move on with their lives as adults. Ten minutes into our twenty minutes drive we were coming up on a field with scattered trees that was always empty but it had at least seven vehicles in it.

“What is going on in that field?” I asked Nathan.

“Uhh… well… that is where high school students go to hangout” he responded.

I had to stop and think for a second, he meant that that was where they went to screw around because they couldn’t do so at home.

“Pull in there” I told him.

He looked confused and a little concerned, “uhh… okay” he responded.

His truck pulled into casino siteleri the field and came to a stop by one of the big trees, he put it in park and turned the heat up a little bit.

“So this is where you guys come to make out and screw around?” I asked.

“Yeah thats what it is used for” he responded in a nervous tone.

“How many time have you come here?” I asked.

“Uh… well… only a few times” he responded.

“Is this where you are Sara come?” I asked. Sara was his girlfriend.

“Uhm… yeah we have come here twice” he responded.

“I feel like you could get away with having sex in your bedroom, your mother pretty much leaves you alone, that is a lot more enjoyable than coming out here and having sex in your truck” I told him.

“Well…. we’ve never had sex before…. I’ve never had sex before” he responded. I looked over at him and he was just staring forward, his cheeks bright red.

I couldn’t believe that Nathan was getting ready to graduate high school and head off to college and had never had sex before. I know that I shouldn’t have allowed my mind to go there but I started considering coming on to him and having sex with him. He was very attractive, six foot two, broad shoulders, brown hair, brown eyes, physically fit from playing sports; I could not believe he’d never had sex before. He was also one of the most respectful well mannered boys I had ever met.

“Do you want to have sex?” I asked him.

“Well of course, Sara just says that she isn’t ready to yet and that is fine” he responded.

I paused for a second, I couldn’t believe that he was eighteen and still a virgin. I reached across the bench style seat you find in older pickup trucks and I placed my hand on his thigh. He maintained staring out of the truck, he didn’t even look over at me. I started to slowly stroke his thigh up and down, before I knew it his cock was growing and getting hard.

“Do you want to have sex Nathan? I asked.

“Really?” he asked.

I didn’t even respond to him, I untied his sweatpants, slid them along with his underwear down to his ankles and started stroking his cock. He had a full bush of brown pubic hair, he didn’t slot oyna trim or shave it at all. He was a lot bigger than I had imagined, and a lot thicker, and he was uncircumcised. He started letting out moans. I realized that I was going to enjoy this more than I had thought.

“Have you ever gotten a blowjob?” I asked him.

“Uh… yeah, once….” he responded.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and started sucking it, running my tongue in circles around his head, fondling and playing with his balls at the same time. I could taste the pre-cum running out of the tip of his cock. He was moaning and trying to figure out a place to put his hands, he rested one on the door and the other on my ass. What I assume was unintentional and just a natural reaction, he began thrusting in and out of my mouth, I actually found it pretty hot. I could tell that he was really enjoying it and getting close to exploding in my mouth, he was moaning louder and more frequently.

“I…. I’m…. going to cum” he moaned.

I think that he was expecting me to stop sucking on his cock but instead I sped up and ensured that I was stroking his shaft and playing with his balls. He then exploded in my mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum to the back of my throat, his whole body reacting and spasming. After he was done I sat back in my seat and swallowed it all.

“That… was amazing” he said.

He sat behind the wheel, eyes closed and recovering with his beautiful semi-hard cock resting on his thigh. I kicked my shoes and socks off, slide my pants and panties down, pulled my shirt over my head, and tossed my bra to the floor of the truck. I was sitting there completely naked, Nathan was still recovering and hadn’t even noticed that I was completely naked.

“Do you want to have sex?” I asked with a smile on my face.

He opened his eyes and saw me, “Yeah.. yes” he responded.

He kicked his pants and underwear off of his feet and took his shirt off throwing it on to the floor of the truck. I rested my back against the truck door and opened my legs. He got the message and moved in-between my legs and began eating my pussy. I trimmed my pussy but I didn’t completely shave it,. canlı casino siteleri He wasn’t half bad for his lack of experience. He started fingering my pussy while he was sucking on my clit, that was my weakness, I could feel an orgasm building up. I grabbed the back of his head to let him know not to stop and I began spasming.

“Sit back” I demanded.

I got on top and straddled him, I grabbed his hard cock, lined it up with my pussy, and sat all the way down. I had not been filled up with a cock this big in a long time, he was so thick. He let out a moan and buried his head in my shoulder. I slowly began raising and lowering myself. He was grabbing both of my ass cheeks to assist me and I could feel the grip tighten each time that I moved my pussy on his cock. He started sucking on my nipples as I moaned into his ear. I could not believe how good this sex felt.

“I am feeling close again” he told me.

I got off of him and laid back on the seat, I wanted him to fuck me and have control when he came. He lowered himself on to me, lined his cock up with my pussy, and pushed himself all the way inside of me. We both let out a moan and pulled each other as close as possible.

“Where do you want me to cum” he asked between thrusts.

“Inside me is fine” I responded.

“What? are you sure?” I asked in a concerned voice.

“Nathan, cum inside me” I told him.

He lowed himself down and stuck his tongue into my mouth, we began passionately making out, he grabbed my body and began thrusting hard and deep. I could feel his thrusts throughout my entire body, I couldn’t believe how sensually we were having sex, it was driving me to another orgasm. I grabbed his back and wrapped my legs around his body to ensure that he didn’t try and pullout of me.

He stopped kissing me and buried his head into my shoulder, knowing that he was close to filling me up pushed me to cum, in return, he could tell that I was close and it sent him over the edge. His cock exploded inside of me, each thrust pumping rope after rope of cum, it felt like such a long orgasm, he was grabbing my body and pulling it into his cock with force. When he finished, his body went limp and we just laid there for at least five minutes embracing.

He got up off of me and started putting his clothes back on, I did the same.

“Thank you, I really enjoyed that” he said.

“Believe me, I enjoyed it too” I told him.

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I was so ready for South Padre Island that I almost missed my last final. My mind was already past graduation and on the beach for one final fraternity party. Six of us were heading down to bid adieu to our college years and face adulthood. My college career was especially tough because I had to take a year off to get a real job to pay for my final year. But it was sure worth it because I was finishing with almost perfect grades (curse Bio 103).

“Drew, you really need to, I’m serious,” Percy chided me after Quinton suggested that I should manscape. I felt kind of foolish that I didn’t even know what manscaping was. I was gently teased for being from the country before, but I had no idea what they were talking about.

“Waxing, man,” Terry said. “You gotta get your man parts waxed.”

“What does that do?” I asked.

They all laughed.

“It takes the hair off,” Percy answered pointing to my crotch.

“Down there?” I said so surprised at what they were indicating.

“Yeah, man. We do it. The chicks like it. They do it, too,” he said.

“Oh shit, I think I’d rather shave…” I began.

“No, man,” Quinton interrupted. “Waxing lasts longer and looks a whole lot better. Shaving leaves all these red bumps and stuff. And if we’re leaving next week you better get it done like today or tomorrow.”

“OK,” I agreed. “Where can I get some wax?”

They laughed again. “You definitely don’t want to do this yourself!” Percy said.

“Envie Spa,” Terry said. “That’s where I go.”

Quinton laughed, “Yeah, Envie. You definitely want to go to Envie.”

Percy laughed with him.

“I ain’t going to a spa to shave my balls!” I yelled.

“Dude, seriously, it’s the best way. I promise,” Percy said. “And Envie Spa is probably the best in town. Call them.”

So I did. I asked for the earliest appointment. Four o’clock that afternoon.

“Shit, you’re really doing it?” Terry asked.

“What the fuck, man!” I yelled, “You just said…”

“Yeah, I know. I proud of you! You won’t regret it,” Terry said with a chuckle.

Then they started giving me tips on what to do. Don’t drink alcohol. Bathe before I go. Moisturize down there. Don’t shave.

Too many instructions! Like I had time to drink before four. I barely had time to run back to the apartment and shower.

When I walked in the place I immediately wanted to turn around and walk out. It was apparent they catered primarily to women, and I felt terribly out of place.

“Uh, Walker,” I told the girl behind the counter who had a bluetooth headset in her ear. “I just called…”

“Yes sir, Mr. Walker. A full Brazilian, right?” she asked.

“No, I’m here for a, um,” and I lowered my voice and leaned into her, “a wax job.”

She stifled a giggle with a wide smile and said “Yes sir. I meant a Brazilian wax. We’ll be right with you.”

My embarrassment made me want to leave and kept me in place at the same time. I argued with myself that I shouldn’t be here and chided myself for thinking about leaving.

“Mr. Walker,” a man’s voice called to me. I stood and turned toward him, and I was shocked. He was very effeminate, and I immediately surmised he must be gay. Great, I was going to be shaved by a gay guy. This is not going to go well. I thought about saying “Mr. Walker said that he had to leave. I was just staying to tell you.” But I decided better of it. Besides, the guys would never let me live it down if I didn’t go through with it.

“Room four, please,” the gay guy told me and lead me down the hallway past closed doors.

“Please disrobe and lay on the table on your back and cover yourself with this sheet please,” gay guy said and handed me a sheet that felt like paper.

“You mean take off my clothes,” I asked.

“That’s what disrobe means. You can leave your shirt and socks on if you’d like,” he chuckled smartly.

Oh, I immediately hated him now. I was about to tell him to shove it up his ass when he said “I’ll tell Luke you are ready.”

Luke? I thought. He’s probably casino siteleri gay as well. I should have listened to my instincts and never come here. Why did I give into peer pressure? The guys were probably getting a good laugh at my expense. I doubt they even waxed themselves.

Nevertheless, my meek nature took over and I complied with gay guy’s instructions and began taking off my clothes. When I was completely naked (no, I didn’t leave my shirt on and I wasn’t wearing socks) I laid down on the tiny bed and put the sheet over me.

I had been waiting almost five minutes and almost falling asleep when I heard a tiny knock on the door. I opened my eyes and listened intently. Was I hearing things? Then I heard another knock almost too faint to hear.

“Come in,” I hollered.

In walked a tiny Asian woman, and I’m sorry I didn’t know at the time if she was Japanese, Korean or Chinese. I learned she was Korean.

I had no idea how old she was because she was quite attractive and dressed in scrubs or a smock or something. I couldn’t tell because she was kind of lost in it. She had a pretty face and smiled a great deal.

“Hello. I’m Luc,” she said. “You want wax, right?”

I nodded my head and said yes. I then realized that she was the waxer! Holy crap! A woman! This is not at all what I bargained for. I haven’t had too many women see me naked below the waist. Well, three to be exact. My mother, of course, and the girl I lost my virginity to just two years before, and the second girl I ever had sex with. And that was it.

This lady was about to enter the inner sanctum, and I became so nervous I was visibly shaking under the sheet. I couldn’t get my knees to stop. I was becoming more embarrassed by the minute.

Luc was working at this table against the wall unsnapping plastic containers and getting equipment set up, I guessed.

“Gloves or no gloves?” she asked.

It took me a minute to understand what she was saying. She had a very thick accent, but I did understand she was asking if I wanted her to wear gloves.

“I don’t care,” I answered her. “Whatever you think is best.”

“No gloves then. No like gloves. They sticky,” she told me.

She approached my table, and when she began to pull up the sheet I almost pushed it back down by reflex. It quickly dawned on me that if I wanted her to wax she probably needs access to the area. I am a college graduate – almost – I thought.

“You have lot of hair,” she giggled. “Put you legs like this.” And she grabbed my legs and spread them apart opening up everything to the world. I felt so exposed. But I slowly reasoned that I’m probably not the first guy she’s done this to. I began to feel better. Not much, but a little.

She began to wipe down my bottom with these little pads. She wiped everywhere. And wiped and wiped. I was beginning to think this was waxing. It’s not so bad, I thought. Except that I was getting a little excited from the stimulation. Suddenly, a great fear shot through my brain: what if I get an erection? Oh my god, what if I get so excited I throw a boner? I would simply just die of embarrassment right then and there.

So I began to think about my classes and the finals I just took. It wasn’t working. I had a semi by the time she finished wiping around my balls.

Then I felt another wipe go up my backside between my butt cheeks.

“You want this wax?” she said pushing on my asshole. “Ten dollar.”

“Yep,” I yelped. I couldn’t speak. She kept surprising me with how casual she was around my private areas, and my dick responded with that push by getting a bit harder. I was going to have to quit thinking about it to try to let it get soft by itself. There was no way I could will it soft no matter how hard I tried.

When she was satisfied that every area had been wiped she turned back to her little table and came back with a little tub with what looked like a tiny paddle.

I know I shouldn’t have watched what she was doing, but when I felt that first glob hit me I didn’t know what to expect. slot oyna I thought it would either be cold or hot, but it was neither. I felt her spread it around the sides of my groin and smooth it around with that little paddle.

“Might hurt,” she warned. And then she pulled quickly.

I jumped, but only from the feeling of her pulling it, not from the pain. I hardly felt any pain at all, in fact, just a little discomfort. It looked like she was putting little pieces of blue tape on top of the wax and then yanking them up. I expected a long strip, but I suspected that might hurt, so she was doing it this way.

“OK?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

She giggled.

More wax. More pulls, and every time she pulled she would wipe the area with her hand as if smoothing it out. The rubbing did make it feel better after she pulled.

Then I felt her spread wax right below my balls. I steeled myself for pain this time, but again, she pulled quickly with very little pain following. And again the rubbing made me feel good. Uh oh, too good. Rubbing right there was making my flagging dick come to attention again.

“OK?” she asked again.

“Yes ma’am,” I said.

She giggled and said, “How old?”

I translated that to mean she was asking me my age and not how old my balls were.

“Twenty-two,” I replied.

“Ah, half age,” she giggled. “I almost twice old. You could be boy or boyfriend.”

Again my brain was trying to process and translate. Boy or boyfriend? Did she mean I could be her son or her boyfriend? That’s the only thing I could imagine.

“Yeah, probably,” I said.

“Which one?” she asked almost demanding an answer.

“Uh boyfriend?” I answered with a meek smile.

“Good boyfriend,” she said as she picked up my turgid penis with her thumb and finger and dropped it on my belly.

I got harder.

“Easy when hard,” she said, and spread some wax along my shaft. Tape and tug, tape and tug, all up and down my erection.

Every so often she would grasp my penis and jerk it up and down, apparently trying to keep it hard while she worked. I was going out of my mind. I was letting a strange woman not only touch my dick but jerk it.

I watched her smooth wax on my shaft, and then pull it off with little bits of the strip. Wax, rub, pull. It was a constant motion over and over again. And I wondered how much hair do I really have on my shaft?

“Look better?” she asked, and I immediately responded with a huh as I tried to discern what she was saying.

Then I finally looked down and she was holding my full erection in her hand, and it was completely hairless and looked bigger than ever before.

“Look better?” she repeated.

“Yeah, it looks, uh better,” I finally replied.

“Yeah, much better,” she said and moved it from side to side and back and forth as she examined each inch of it. She examined it closely I assumed looking for any stray hairs she had missed. But I could feel her breathing on the head, which was now a bright purple.

“Better when hard,” she laughed again, and laid my penis on my stomach.

“Move like this,” she instructed and spread my legs wider.

Despite my attempts not to I still jumped when I felt her administer the wax in between my cheeks above my asshole. As she spread it for some reason that felt more erotic than her direct handling of my dick. And my dick jerked in acknowledgement. I heard her stifle a giggle more than once.

More rubbing and pulling down there, and it began to feel cooler.

“OK, this feel good,” she said. And I felt a big glob directly on my asshole. I was ready for the pleasure, but there was more pain coming from there than anywhere else, and I jumped. I wondered what she meant by feeling good, and I was about to say something when I felt her rub against my hole. She leaned and reached something from the table, and then I felt something being poured against my butthole. She continued to rub, and I felt a finger rubbing along the rim of my asshole.

She was canlı casino siteleri right. That was feeling good. Oh, so damn good. The rub again and I felt her finger slip into my rectum. Before I could object I felt myself begin to shake from the intense feelings emanating from my nether region.

“Good?” she asked. I couldn’t answer because it was feeling too good.

“Good,” she answered for me.

“This better,” she said, and I felt her grab my erection with her other hand and begin to stroke me.

This is hard to believe, but trust me I wanted to make her stop. This felt wrong for her to be doing this, but it felt way too good for me to stop.

“Boyfriend now, huh?” she laughed.

“Uh huh,” was all I could manage to mutter.

Then she stopped and removed her hands and said “This help?” My brain was exploding! Why did she stop? I sat up and looked at her, and I saw her pulling her scrubs top off, and she stood there topless. She had fantastic boobs and looked to be half the age she told me she was. She was gorgeous with absolutely perfect breasts that jiggled when she moved. I was hypnotized.

“This help?” she asked again.

“Oh shit yeah,” I moaned.

She then resumed her ministrations on my dick and ass, but this time she leaned forward rubbing her boobs on my dick and balls.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I panted, and she continued jacking and poking and I was so close to the edge I knew it was going to be a big one if I just held off for one more…

I looked at the same time I felt it. She leaned forward and put the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked about two inches in. That was it.

She knew what she was doing because she jerked her head back quickly, and I let loose with an orgasm that made me groan so loudly that I knew others in the building could hear me. I could hear her giggling. And I came and came until my chest was soaked with semen. She held my cock gently squeezing and releasing until I slipped from her fingers.

“Good boyfriend,” she said. “But you didn’t wait for me,” she giggled. I didn’t quite understand what that meant, but I was in another world at that moment.

She left my side and went back to the table against the wall. When she returned I felt her wiping my chest with a warm, wet cloth.

“You all better. No hair. Clean.” Luc said.

“I’m definitely all better,” I said. I grabbed my pants and gave her the extra $10 I promised, and then gave her $60 more for a tip. I originally thought ten or twenty for a tip would be appropriate, but after this I gave her everything in my wallet.

“You come back next time?” she asked.

“Uh yeah,” I said. “Next time I need a wax I come back,” I replied.

Then she said, “Next time you come back maybe you get this, boyfriend,” and she pulled down her scrub pants down to mid thigh exposing her pussy, which looked as beautiful as her breasts.

“She like you,” she said.

“I like her, too,” I said both of us noticing that my erection was returning.

“No time today. You come back,” she instructed.

She helped me dress and before I pulled up my briefs she pulled on my dick a couple of times.

“It look better! Look bigger too! Wow!” she giggled, and left the room.

I left the spa not really looking at any of the workers as I didn’t know if they knew what happened in the booth or not. So I headed back to my apartment.

Later that afternoon the guys came by, and Terry asked how it went.

I told them that it was pretty good and didn’t hurt at all.

Then Percy said “You really went to Envie?” And he laughed.

When I replied that I did, they all laughed.

“Man,” Terry said, “I was just joking that I went there. I didn’t think they would take men. But that’s cool to know.”

“What the hell you mean didn’t know they would take men? Why wouldn’t they? They took me without question.” I said.

“How much did they charge?” he asked.

I told him about the $60 tip, but that was all.

“Hah, she saw you coming!” he laughed.

Yeah, I guess she did after all I laughed to myself.

They were laughing with me. But you know, I think I had the last laugh. I’m going back in six weeks. Luc already put me on her calendar.

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I think one of the nicest things that happened to me was just after my eighteenth birthday when my new mate Jimbo as I called him, took my jalopy to the coast and hired out a caravan for the weekend.

And what a weekend it turned out to be!

Had we not spent a night in the same place we may never have achieved the secrets in our minds, inhibited as they were because I guess neither of us wanted the other to know of our leanings.

There was always the thought that by doing so it may ruin a perfectly happy friendship which I certainly didn’t want to jeopardise that – even if privately, I fancied the pants off of Jimbo.

Imagine the surprise when I realised, through a stupid accident, that Jimbo felt exactly the same about me and for similar reasons did not want me to know of his carnal thoughts.

But I tell you what; it made for a very thrilling and exiting exposure when that evening, chilling in the caravan and listening to our favourite numbers, we could not get out fast enough our tell of our deepest aspirations for each other, and what made it all the more exiting was that our fantasies were similar.

When I felt the bottle of cider slip through my hands as I poured it out into Jimbo’s glass I just could not stop it and the whole caboose spilled over onto his shorts.

I was lost for words, dumbfounded as on the one hand I wanted to apologise but on the other felt the sex buds arouse nto my being as I pleasured myself with the look of him in wet nylon shorts, what is it about wet shorts and wet vests what can be such a turn on? He had a beautiful lunch- box which the glistening casino oyna wetness showed up in almost every detail, the size, the outline of all his tackle.

I guess the apology did eventually come out but also the expression on my face must have been obvious that I was attracted to him – and so from that moment things quickly progressed and it was me removing his wet shorts and squeezing them out in the sink, then hanging them out on the garden line to dry.

When I got back Jimbo just stood there. He was holding himself in such a way I could tell he was so horny even although he was slightly turned away from me – I could still see the tip of his erection from where I was standing.

He didn’t say a word, I guess this was all about my response, would I react favourably or not – and that if I did would I be doing anything about it?

It must have seemed pretty obvious I wanted to get to know him in that way by then, I felt my face heat up as I stood there motionless, waiting for hopefully his next move…

He turned around fully displaying a wonderfully gorgeous hunk of manhood to me, it looked even bigger than I imagined and I felt no embarrassment at all about closing to him, kneeling and taking the head deeply into my mouth.

My first memory of that was the earthiness of its flavour and the pungent smell which was an instant turn on.

At that moment that is what I wanted to do – like it was the most natural thing in the world and to start sucking him was instinctive, like the way I massaged his wonderfully firm ripe balls.

The sounds he was making even made me feel more horny than slot oyna ever I could have imagined.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop Pete” he said grasping the back of my head, pressing it like he wanted me to take him deeper – and I was soon learning the art of deep throat sucking, learning by trial and error just how to do it without gagging, taking short inhalations between sucking. The feel of cock in my mouth soon became one of the most exiting things I enjoyed with Jimbo next to his fuck.

That night I felt his fuck for the first time. We had talked most of the evening after he’d cum over my face about ourselves – and those pent up feelings now freed and it was so wonderful. It soon led to our touching and feeling each other in different ways, discovering that we both liked best.

At that time going through my mind was who would play the guy part, for me I felt it would be nice to take the feminine role, the thought of him entering me was electric. But I needn’t have worried, I did not have to say anything because the way he wanted my ass said it all – and I was pleasured to the most wonderful massage stretched across his lap as he said he would like me, stripped naked and all, it felt so good to be subservient to him, to feel the excitement in his hands and fingers as he let his feelings free and experimented doing things to me down there.

It was so wonderful that Jimbo and I had discovered our real leanings, and with each other too, it was not easy for him get inside me that first time, I was tight but he seemed to take the occasion to press his head neatly between my cheeks, stretching them as wide as can canlı casino siteleri be and gave me a good long sucking, balling and wanking at the same time which really was heaven on earth.

I suggested some ;lubrication and he quickly went to the bathroom returning with some baby oil and eventually with care., slipping first one finger up me and then two and then three, he sighed that I should be ready then. I felt I was, I felt numb and very wanting, I certainly knew my leaning then if not before, bending over the edge of the bed was the best position decided for the first go, I felt him touching me with that stiff extremity so warm and so good, he seemed to be missing the centrepiece in his haste to get it into me and I grasped him and guided him to the spot, and then feeling it stretch me where his fingers had just done before was so thrilling even although it hurt some.

Somehow, Jimbo in grasping my thighs to make for a steady implantation, eventually entered me with some trepidation and I felt the need for more cock inside and told him so,

“You want cock, you shall have cock” he yelled with gusto, revving his sex up now which I liked very much, the initial pain soon changed ro a wonderful pleasurable numbness as he worked his ripe cock into me, was this going to be a precedence of things to come, that he would master me and take me at his will, I hoped so because the idea suited me fine, at that moment I simply wanted to be all ass for him any which way and loose? He could fuck the sense our of me until I was numb, until I could still feel him inside me after his fuck and still taste his nectar in my throat.

So the caravan weekend was not just a holiday as that which was deemed. But much, much more and it has given both Jimbo and I a wonderfully new look at life and just how good sex with another guy can be.

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I eased the car out of the slip road into the freeway, lowered my window fully down and I was away! Finally, a day at the beach! Byron Bay is a magical place and even though it was only two hours away, I hadn’t been there for years.

I was so looking forward to this adventure. I hadn’t been to a nudist beach before and couldn’t wait to try it. I had been a home nudist for many years and wanted to enjoy the same freedom outside, at the beach. I might even meet some new friends!

The day was a perfect summer day: sunny, warm, light breezes and according to weather bureau, there was just a light swell. The traffic flowed surprising smoothly for the morning peak hour. That was a great relief. The radio was blaring out some great tunes and banter, making it altogether a perfect situation.

To fit the theme of this adventure and to help pass the time, I had planned a special treat for myself on the way down. Before departing I had carefully laid a beach towel on the driver seat so that the seat was covered by one half of the towel while the rest of towel draped down between the seat and the door and collected on the floor. I needed to wait a little while for the treat, yet the anticipation of it was making a most pleasant feeling inside my pants.

I knew that at about an hour into the trip I would reach the border with New South Wales. I also knew that, around that point, finally past the sprawl of the Gold Coast, the traffic would thin out and I could relax driving just a bit, giving me the opportunity to focus on other things as well.

And so it was that while passing the turn-off to “Tropical Fruit World” and Murwillumbah, I pulled my shirt out of my jeans amd using one hand, undid all of the buttons and let it open up exposing my chest, both nipples and my abdomen. It felt great to be exposed like this and a little exciting. Driving along, I playfully rubbed and tweaked my nipples as I find this very pleasurable.

After a short period of nipple play other parts of me were stirring in harmony. My cock seems to have a direct line to my nipples! It was then that I undid the belt of my jeans with one hand, still steering with the other. Next I slid down the zipper and undid the button of my jeans. This allowed me reach my hand inside my underpants and feel my still flaccid cock. Even soft it felt nice to touch. I had shaved my balls in the shower before leaving and they felt great. My cock is cut and the head of my cock is very sensitive. The gentle strokes were enough to initiate the familiar chain reaction as my cock began to stiffen.

The access to my cock was quite constrained as I was still in my pants and my cock was growing. The traffic was now quite light and the road straight so I removed my hand from my cock and taking my other hand from the steering wheel quickly slipped my pants and underpants from my hips down to my knees! My cock, sensing its new freedom, now responded more fully and grew to an upright erection. I spread my thighs and returned one hand to feeling my cock’s shaft, head and balls. I imagined how good it would be to have a nude co-pilot travelling with me.

It was a long time fantasy of mine to drive naked! I did not stop playing with myself even when other vehicles passed, this being part of the thrill, hoping some fellow traveller might look in and be pleasantly surprised by the sight of a nice hard cock on display. However, if I were to be slowed by roadworks, for example, I could simply pull the draped towel over my bulging manhood to conceal it.

It was very enjoyable alternating between stroking my exposed cock and tweaking my nipples. I felt my balls and occasionally touched behind my balls towards my crinkly arsehole. One time I pretended that my cock was a gear stick and moved smoothly through the gears making several gear changes up and down.

At one point a truck driver in a higher driving cabin passed and sounded his horn, giving me the thumbs up. I think casino oyna he would have been pleased if I had followed him into the next rest stop, but I had other plans today! I felt a tingling in my balls, signalling that I needed to ease off a bit, edging it, keeping that pleasure for later for later, maybe when I was home. In fact, I was relieved to be soon leaving the freeway and heading east towards Broken Head and my destination of Kings Beach.

Finally at Broken Head, I took the gravel road on the right rising invitingly into the coastal rainforest. Dust hung in the air, lit by shafts of sunlight creating an atmosphere of steamy anticipation. The little parking bay came into view on the left at the top of the first headland. I found a parking spot and was pleased to see quite a few cars already there. Kings Beach was not an “official” nude beach and I thought it reassuring others would be there. I buttoned my shirt and readjusted my pants. Hopping out of my car, I gathered my beach bag put on my hat and was soon walking through the beautiful rainforest down towards a perfect beach.

It was a magic day, blue cloudless sky, dark blue ocean with clean sets of gentle waves breaking on golden sand. At a lookout near the beach, I could see some hikers walking along the strand. They were clothed but I could also see some fellow nudists! Two guys, obviously naked, walked down from the rainforest ringed sand towards the water and dived in.

I reached the sand and sought out a good spot in which to set up camp, near the bush with some shelter from the breeze, some shade from the sun and not too exposed to passers-by or hikers. Nearby was another camp but currently there was no one there. I made sure to be discreet and kept some space between us in order to create some mutual privacy for both of us. I spread out my towels and looked around. There were a few nudists laying down taking in the sun.

A few of the nearby nudists glanced my way wondering whether I was a fellow nudist or one of the few others at the beach who remained clothed. I was much more nervous than I expected. I hesitated, working up the courage and then stood up and slowly unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I decided now or never and then standing undid my belt. I felt my cock stir a little as I slid my pants and then my undies down and stepped out of them.

I was naked at the beach and the knowledge that a few people were glimpsing me with my semi erect cock on display sent a delightful shiver down my spine. Still standing, I applied sun screen and then made myself comfortable on my towel. The dappled sunlight felt great and I was able to now better take in my surroundings.

There were a few single guys of different ages and body shape nearby. I could see the cocks of some of them resting, nestled on their bellies or thighs. There were one or two naked women as well accompanied by a naked man. I felt my cock shift position then and so I reached down to move my shaved ball sac from under me and make sure my cock had plenty of room and was discreetly in view. I was getting turned on by others looking at me and by me seeing them.

I leaned back, watching the surf, with my cut cock semi-hard laying lazily on its back on the junction between my thigh and abdomen. A slim guy walked past. He was wearing a cockring which helped his penis sway a little as he walked. Kind of like a small elephant. He gave me a good look and said “Hello”. I said the same back to him. He was totally shaved while I had only shaved my balls and trimmed my bush above my penis. “Lovely day”, he said and I agreed. His hand brushed his cock absent mindedly and my cock jumped. I wondered if he noticed? He suggested I might like to take a bush walk together but since I had only just arrived, I said maybe later.

I was feeling braver now and l decided to leave my lair to take a walk along the water’s edge as I had seen others doing. There were still a few other nudists slot oyna doing likewise. We nodded and said hello as we passed. Everyone was very friendly. I was fully aware of being in view from all directions and others would be looking at my cock or arse as I walked. It was thrilling! I adjusted my cock from time to time which helped maintain the slight swelling.

When I returned I was surprised to find my unknown “neighbours” had come back from their walk. They were a middle aged man and a woman, husband and wife presumably. Both were in very good shape. He was fit with some body hair and shaved balls. She was slim with small dainty breasts, wide hips and a nicely trimmed bush making a lovely vee starting at the point where her inner thighs met her body.

“Hi”, I said, “I hope you don’t mind.” The man responded,

“No, not all. It’s cool. Hi,” he said coming over and reaching out a hand, “by the way I am Andrew and this is Kerry.”

As we nakedly shook hands our cocks jiggled, Kerry came over and said “hello” and I introduced myself to them.

“Hi, Steve”, said Kerry, “would you like to join us? It’s always good to meet and chat with other nice nudists!”.

Andrew quickly seconded the suggestion, so, with my cock hardening, I moved my towel amd bag next to theirs. My penis was now fully erect and I put my hand, I had hoped very discreetly, over it, to cover it. I mustn’t have been very successful, though, as Andrew said, “Don’t worry about that, Steve. Those things have a mind of their own. It happens all the time.”, which made us all laugh and put me at ease. “It’s just natural, anyway”, said Kerry, “and besides, it is quite a nice cock.”

I blushed and laughed at the same time. I was surprised, too, by Andrew’s ready echoing of his wife’s opinion about how nice my cock was. I could see that he was sincere as his own lovely member had begun to swell in reaction. He grasped it and gave it a few absent minded strokes which only caused the erection to accelerate. Feeling emboldened, I commented on Andrew’s cock being similar to mine and quite attractive too. I noticed a quick glance was exchanged between them as we all sat on our towels.

We got comfortable and made some small talk when, to my surprise, I saw Andrew take his hard cock more purposefully in hand and recommence stroking it, picking up from where he had left off before. Seeing this was like a signal as Kerry quickly repositioned herself, sitting up facing us both, with her legs flat in front of her and now modestly apart.

The deep slit of her pussy’s outer lips was clearly visible even under her wispy light coloured pubic hair. She looked lovely. I, sensing it was ok, felt the head of my cock with my thumb and index finger enjoying the view of them both. Kerry’s nipples were firming and I head a faint sound that betrayed the wetness of her arousal, as she spread the outer lips of her cunt to reveal a sexy nest of inner lips and a lovely rosy pink colour.

Andrew moved closer to me in order to have a better view of his wife’s now open pussy. Kerry rubbed and teased the outside of her cunt before positioning two fingers either side of her hood and, executing a swift upwards motion, exposed her rosy clit, which she proceeded to pleasure in front of us.

Kerry lay back and with her other hand inserted one and then two fingers into her now very wet hole. At the same time I felt Andrews hand on my inner thigh moving up and down in time with my now steady rhythmic strokes on my cock’s shaft. On each stroke my hand travelled up my shaft and rubbed part of my glans as I found this most pleasurable.

“Would you mind?” I heard Andrew asking. Instinctively I knew what he meant and I removed my hand and repositioned my legs, granting him full access to my throbbing cock. It seemed only fair, after all, since they were sharing so freely with me that I should somehow return the favour.

I had never had a guy play canlı casino siteleri with my cock before and now I wondered why as Andrew expertly stroked my cock, at times taking a detour to cup my balls and feel and tease my hot glans. He even spread my precum delicately over the head of my cock, greatly increasing its sensitivity. No woman had ever stroked me so well!

Meanwhile, Kerry removed her two fingers from her hot steamy now gaping cunt and offered them to me to suck. I eagerly took them in my mouth and tasted her deliciously pungent salty cunt juice. Kerry returned them into her pussy and now inserted a third and then a fourth finger into her delicious wet hole.

We must have been making a some sounds because when I glanced to the side I saw the man who had said hello earlier. He and some of the guys I met walking by the water’s edge were standing around stroking their boners and watching us. I had never been in such a hot situation before! Andrew leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. Its warm wetness lubricating my shaft. I laid back looking at the other hard cocks around me, feeling the hot, wet , hungry mouth take my cock further inside. Occasionally, Andrew’s tongue paused and tickled my shaft underneath at the soft point where the glans joined. It felt sensational.

I could still see Kerry erotically placing all four fingers deep into her own cunt while she expertly stimulated her clit. One man stepped forward and offered his cock to her which she kissed but did not take into her mouth.

I could feel my balls tingling as Kerry groaned, raising her hips in great climax, she removed her hand from her cunt just before the waves of climax hit and expelled a great gush of her lovely cunt juice that ran all over her exposed arsehole and on to her towel. That was too much for me! I whispered to Andrew that I was about to cum, he didn’t stop but only intensified his sucking and licking of my cock! I came in his mouth like I had never cum before.

My cum filled Andrew’s mouth, my cock shuddered several times. He swallowed my thick milky load, then releasing my flagging cock from his mouth, leaned over on all fours to kiss Kerry’s mouth and then her cunt hole which still gaped open from the four finger workout she had given it. The men around us were all soon groaning and cumming as well in a rain of jism. While Andrew was kissing his wife with my cum I reached over from behind him and took his hard cock in my hand.

I had never held another man’s cock before. It felt fantastic! Warm, hard, powerful and so sexily erotic. I stroked his cock making sure his glans was not ignored. I also felt his delightfully heavy balls which hung at first but soon contracted closed to his body.

Andrew remained on all fours while I stroked him to a massive climax with large amounts of cum spewing from the slit in his cock’s head. I maintained a firm grip on his shaft as his cock erupted. Warm gobbets of his cum dripped onto my hand. He groaned and turned to me and as we kissed our cocks touched. A first for me. Kerry soon came over and kissed us both and then licked Andrew’s cum from my hand. The watchers dwindled away sensing that the fun was over for a while at least.

We laid together for a while all exhausted, happy and relaxed, our bodies intimately entwined. Kerry’s skin was soft and smelled sweet. I kissed her wide hip. We went for a swim together and rubbed each other’s bodies to clean off all the remains of the dried sex juice and it was then that I felt Kerry’s cunt hair and small titties for the first time, her nipples made erect this time by the cool ocean water. I even dared to slide my hand between her arse cheeks and briefly felt the crinkles of her arsehole. She didn’t seem to mind. Meanwhile, Andrew did likewise to me and I to him. It felt naughty, adult and erotic.

Eventually, it was time for us to leave. We exchanged contact details and were pleased to discover that we did not live too far apart in Brisbane. They assured me that I could contact them anytime. They mentioned a “soirée” that they were planning to hold in the near future and promised to keep in touch about it.

I looked forward to it, very much.

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In the world of interior design it’s mostly women and gay men as clients; being a young, single guy definitely has its benefits. This one started with work-related phone calls but quickly lead to her drunk dials and my naughty texts. We had met in passing once before, at a tradeshow, but I could hardly remember who she was. But as the texts turned into emails and naughty became downright dirty, I knew that we had to meet again.

I was headed to Vegas for yet another show and had planned to spend a few days with some friends before work began. But jobs and girlfriends caused them to back out and I saw my chance. I invited her to Vegas and knew she’d accept…after reading about so many of the naughty things she wanted to do to me, it was worth the risk to see if she was bluffing. Through our naughty email exchanges she had bragged about her oral prowess and her flexibility but it was her lust for anal that I couldn’t shake out of my mind. She wanted her ass fingered, licked, and downright fucked. She wanted to be dirtier than she had ever been and she wanted to do it with me. I couldn’t wait.

We met at The Hotel, one of the nicer, more modern Vegas giants. I got to there before her and showered, shaved, and groomed. The bathtub was big enough for 4 and I figured we’d make good use of it later. I tried my best to relax but the anticipation was relentless. When she finally knocked on the door, I was pleasantly surprised by her appearance. She looked better than I had vaguely remembered. But there wasn’t much time to appreciate her, she was dripping and I was ready for her.

She threw me down onto the bed and mashed her lips against mine. She had channeled her nerves into passion and her lust was palpable. She looked at me with a grin and began to unzip my jeans. My cock sprang to life and she softly took it into her hand. She started her tongue at the base of my cock and slowly licked me from base to tip. Her tongue was so wet and warm and I could feel her breathe against me. She engulfed my entire cock in one quick swoop and started milking me with her throat as she tickled her tongue against the base of my cock. Damn, this girl had talent. I had been hard since casino siteleri the moment I boarded my plane that morning so it didn’t take her long to make me cum. She quickened her pace and began sucking on my length harder. I looked her in the eye and told her I was ready to explode, she blew me as fast and hard as she could until I finally blasted my load down her throat. I smiled, so did she, this was going to be a fun weekend.

I crawled between her legs to repay her efforts. She was freshly shaven for the occasion and tasted sweet. I teased her, kissing her inner thighs and breathing and lightly grazing her clit. When I slowly licked the entire length of her slit she gasped and I pressed my flat tongue directly against her sex. Her moan made me hard again. My soft licked increased in tempo and strength with her moans, I felt her writhe and push against my tongue. I licked harder and deeper as I felt her begin to shake. As she started to come she lifted her hips off the bed…I knew she was silently asking me to give her little asshole attention.

I wet my thumb in her dripping pussy and as I took her engorged clit between my lips I slowly started circling her asshole with my thumb. The resulting response was unlike anything I had ever seen…I had released the animal within her. She groaned and grunted and tried to push my thumb deep into her ass. But I wasn’t done teasing her and knew that I’d be enjoying her ass soon enough. I laughed at her desire and told her we’d continue our fun late.

Once she had recovered enough we decided to throw on some clothes and grab a few drinks at the lobby bar. I ordered a beer, she asked for a Long Island iced tea and 4 Patron silver shots. She was not fooling around. We each took two shots, then two more. The conversation was easier than I had feared it would be and the booze started to really loosen us up. She began to stroke my cock back to life through my jeans. Once I was once again rock hard she looked me in the eye and asked if I was ready to be dirty. Her smile meant she definitely wasn’t bluffing.

She laid me down once again and started working her lips and tongue on my cock. Her pace was slower and slot oyna less frantic than her first blow job and I could feel her enjoying every minute of it as much as I was. She continued to lick the underside and base of my cock and slowly worked her way down to my balls. She licked each and slowly lifted them, licking and kissing the sensitive underside. As she worked her way down further I started to flutter with anticipation. She slowly snaked her tongue past my balls and down my crack.

“You know, I’ve never done this before.” She told me.

“I can’t believe how naughty you are,” I replied, “and you can’t imagine how turned on you have me.”

“Oh yes I can.” She said smiling as she gripped her hand around my throbbing cock. As she slowly started to stroke my shaft she stuck out her tongue and softly grazed it against my asshole. I shuddered. So taboo, so dirty, and so hot. Again, she grazed me with her tongue. Again I shuddered. She let out a little giggle and so did I. But as she pressed her wet tongue fully against my ass and started to lick my naughtiest of places my giggle turned into a moan. Her tongue continued to lick and tongue at my ass causing sensations that I had never experienced before. Her licks were quick and light, soft and deep, hard and fast. She let go of my cock and focused her full attention to my ass. She paused long enough to look at me and then thrust her tongue into my asshole. She tongue fucked me; sliding herself into me as deep as she could causing me sensations that I had never experienced.

“Get on your hands and knees, I’m ready to fuck.” I growled to her, my voice still uneasy from the pleasure that I just experienced. She leapt off the bed to dig through her purse for lube as I went to my suitcase for a condom. She added a little Astroglide to my condom to help ease the friction. I eased my cock into her warm pussy and buried it to the hilt with one thrust. She gasped as my cock pressed deep inside her, pushing against her back wall. Her breath shortened and eyes closed. We had been fucking for less than 30 seconds and she was already coming. I continued to fuck her as I licked my thumb and started pushing it against her ass. canlı casino siteleri She was in no mood for games pushed her ass back at me, practically begging for me to thrust it deeper inside her. My teasing was over and I forced my wet thumb as deep into her ass as deep as I could. She wanted more. She looked back at me and I knew what she was ready for without her needing to say it.

I pulled out of her pussy and slowly started pushing the tip of my cock against her ass. In my previous experience with anal sex, I have been very slow and patient but this was a time for lust, not restraint. She pushed her ass back against me and buried my cock deep within her ass without warning, without warm up, and without patience.

“Jesus, fuck!” She managed to gasp.

“You’re not kidding, no warm up? Doesn’t that hurt?”

“I like it, now fuck me deep and slow.” That I did. I pushed myself deep within her soft, warm ass. Pulling out slowly and then forcing myself through her tightness all the way into her depths. She began bucking back against me. “Pull my hair.” It was more a demand than I question and I yanked her hair hard as I picked up my pace and fucked her harder.

“Yes, that’s it.” She was encouraging me to fuck her deeper and harder. Just being in her ass wasn’t enough, she wanted to be fucked. I pumped her harder as her ass tightened around me.

“Play with your clit as I fuck you.” She moaned as her fingers danced across her clit.

“Yes, fuck me!” She cried, “fuck my ass like it’s my pussy.” She wanted more. I grabbed her hips and forced her onto my cock, pushing the entire length of my cock as deep as I could and fucked her ass with all my strength. She began to scream with a mix of pain and delight as I continued to fuck her harder and faster. I pushed her onto the bed with my cock still buried deep within her ass. She gasped again as my cock pushed even deeper. I was fucking her as hard as I ever pounded any pussy and she was loving every minute of it.

I pulled out of her ass and ripped off my condom. I began stroking my cock as she knelt in front of me, a wide smile on her face. “You can cum on my face if you want.” I released burst after burst of cum across her face and tits, overwhelmed by the pleasure of fucking her ass. I collapsed onto the bed. She crawled towards me and put her head on my shoulder. She smiled.

“You ready to take a bath?”

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SS50: “Happy Endings V: I’ll Catch You Whenever You Fall”

*****

They’re back.

And all you had to do was ask.

Fifty Smokey Sagas, five “Happy Endings.” Again, this story is dedicated to you Sara and Melleny fans. It doesn’t have a ton of sex in it, but there is one big hot scene between the two angels, and I think it’s still a heartfelt, eventful tale. I really hope you enjoy it.

Sometimes it takes more than two.

The Sara and Melleny Chronicles:

Part 1: “For Happy Endings It Takes Two” (Smokey Saga

0)

Part 2: “Won’t You Smile Awhile For Me” (

8)

Part 3: “Drowning In The Sea Of Love” (

2)

Part 4: “The One Thing I’ll Never Regret” (
2)

*****

One year later: Tuesday, March 24th, 2015, 9:02 p.m.

The doorbell rang. Sara sprang up from the blanket and almost tumbled over herself scurrying to answer it.

“Hurry up, you guys!” she commanded, herding in her friends as if her future depended on the evening. “We’re gonna run outta time!” She ushered them in with a beckoning gesture, veritably spanking them square on the bottoms.

“Well, Sare, what’s the rush?” asked Jake, holding on to his girlfriend Hanna with one hand and the snacks with the other.

“Yeah, hon,” added Mel. “Jake said you wanted us to come over to watch a TV show.”

“Exactly!” Sara confirmed, pointing to the blanket. “So stop flapping your gums and start planting your bums!”

They did as she said, though remaining a bit fuzzy on the night’s events.

“Jake, I don’t exactly understand. I thought you said the show was at 9:30,” said Hanna.

“Well, you’ve got me there,” Jake replied. “I thought Sara told me the same thing.”

Sara snatched up her trusty iPod, which was connected to the living room big-screen.

“Okay, okay, you guys’re right; I did say 9:30. And that is when tonight’s program starts. Long story short, though…”

She found the content she was looking for on the Pod. “All three of y’all happened to be on vacation last week: Jake and Hanna were at Bayside, and Melly-Jelly and her family went on that cruise. I…” Pause for effect. “…In the meantime…stayed home. And in doing so, I discovered an awesome new show I wanna share with ya tonight.”

“Wow, sis, a new TV show neither of us knew about?” asked Jake. “That’s a first.”

“Well, brand-new,” Sara amended. “It just premiered last week. It’s called One Big Happy, it’s a lesbian sitcom. Well, I mean, the main girl’s a lesbian, and her best friend’s a straight guy. And they’ve known each other since they were kids! Sound familiar??”

Melleny caught on, pointing to Sara and Jake. “Oh, I get it. So they’re like you two.”

“Precisely!” explicated Sara. “I caught the pilot last Tuesday. And I thought, oh, this could be pretty cool. And I loved it. I had just enough time to rewind it to the beginning, record it into my laptop, make a video of it and sync it onto the ol’ Pod!”

“…Whoa,” commented Hanna.

“Oh, yeah,” said Jake. “In case I didn’t tell you before, babe, Sara’s a techno-genius.”

“Thanks, bro! So minus commercials, it’s about twenty-one minutes long,” Sara went on. “Which gives us just enough time to watch the first episode right now, and then the second one’ll come on at 9:30, when we’ll be done with the first one. Get it?”

Her guests nodded, thinking they had the basic idea. Sara cued up the program, pressed play, and plopped down in the middle of her friends.

*****

Tuesday, March 24th, 2015, 10:00 p.m.

“Well, ladies and gent…what’dya think?”

“Cute,” said Jake. “They really are like us, Sare. Well, I mean, y’know, not individually. But yeah, that’s practically our exact same friendship, right on TV.”

“I thought it was funny too,” agreed Hanna. “But, does that mean I’m…the British girl?”

“Well, kinda,” Sara replied. “You guys aren’t married, and I definitely don’t hate your guts. But yeah, in a way; you’re fun and free-spirited and spontaneous like her. And hey, Mel, she’s got seven sisters, so do you! How ’bout that??”

“Cool coincidence,” Melleny nodded with a smirk. “I just hope no one thinks I’m the ex. Y’know, the…what’s-her-name. The other one. She’s hot, but she’s a creep.”

“Yeah, I didn’t like her either,” said Sara. “But then again, we’re not supposed to.”

“The lead actress looked familiar,” remarked Jake. “Where’ve we seen her before?”

“Oh, Elisha? She was in that show Happy Endings, silly!” Sara reminded him. “Remember??…And you do know what they say about happy endings,” she added, turning to Melleny. “Right, sweetie? Wink wink?”

Melleny just about went purple in the face blushing. “Sar-a…”

“I still can’t even believe the British chick was completely naked,” casino siteleri said Hanna. “I think that’d catch any of us off-guard.”

“Yeah,” murmured Sara, knowing she’d be replaying that scene in her mind. “Well, I wanna thank you guys so much again for coming over and watching my new show with me. Well, it’s not my show, of course; I just really like it, but…anyway, thanks.”

“Oh, our pleasure,” smiled Hanna. “I had a good time. D’you, Jake?”

“She’s my best friend. You even have to ask?”

Sara was tired, a bit unusual for this early at night. Time to charm her way into asking Jake and Hanna to essentially hit the road.

“Well, golly, guys, if you’re sure you can’t stay…”

Hanna, who didn’t know Sara as well as Jake did, turned curiously back to her.

“Uh, well, actually—” she began to say.

“Oh, I’m so very sorry to hear that,” Sara stepped in. “I loved having you by. And I really hope you’ll come back and visit me again soon.”

Jake chuckled and got to his feet. Hanna remained a bit puzzled.

“Well, sure, I guess I wouldn’t mind that, b—…”

Hanna wasn’t exactly sure how to finish what she was thinking. Jake explained.

“It’s time for us to go, babe. Sara’s tired. And she doesn’t like to come right out and tell anyone to beat it, so that’s kinda her technique.”

Sara giggled. “That’s one way of putting it. Yeah, see, Hanna, I can accommodate two overnight guests—provided one of ’em’s Mel—but not three. I’m afraid all I have to offer’s the sofa, which unfortunately’s only a sofa. And as you can imagine, I’m a little picky about whom I allow in my bed.” She winked at Melleny, who continued to blush.

Hanna chuckled. “Ah. I understand now.” She stood to clasp Sara’s hands. “Thank you for a lovely evening too, Sara, we had fun.”

Sara tossed a hug on her. “Oh! Pleasure’s all mine, buddy girl, all mine. Feel free to drop back over anytime.”

The rest of the hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Sara and Mel saw them out, threw a dual wave from the front door, and watched them head off until the car disappeared. Now alone, the girls let out a collective sigh of happiness and padded back inside.

“Now then,” smiled Sara, taking Mel’s hand. “Do come with me, dearest. Come, and sweeten my dreams, with your love.”

Mel smiled back into Sara’s shimmering hazel eyes.

“Oh, all right.”

*****

Wednesday, March 25th, 2015, 5:02 p.m.

hey sweet lovergirl cant wait 2 c u 2nite <3 mello

Sara trotted to the Team, Inc. garage and hopped in her car. She melted with a smile, as always, re-reading Mel’s text du jour. It’d arrived around 1:00 this fine Wednesday. Sara kissed and dropped it beside the backpack. She couldn’t wait either.

Juniper Massage & Wellness closed at 6:00 on weekdays, and was located fortuitously around the corner from Mel’s house. She normally arrived in the morning with a few moments to spare before her first client. So to keep spontaneous devotion, she tried to come up with a different text each day, and send it at a random, indeterminable point.

The Spring of Fifteen was in bloom. And at one year strong, the relationship of Sara Jane Kelton and Melleny Alison Hayes was past full bloom. They’d ascended to a phase generally associated with young lesbian couples: keeping things at each other’s homes.

To be precise, Mel was toting items from her smaller domicile to store at Sara’s larger, where another person’s belongings could find comfier residence. They’d begun the previous September, with small things like toys, pens and fridge magnets, before graduating to pajamas, books, DVDs and kitchenware.

After the new year, they took a bigger step. Sara cleared Mel some space for clothes and toiletries. Mel had more than enough to split between dwellings. But just in case, they thought them a good idea to have at both places. After a while, these decisions took their toll on the girls and wore them out. At which point they’d settle down, cuddle it out, fall asleep, and wake up refreshed to take on the next deliberation.

Mel secretly thought herself a bit silly about it, but with each possession she carried through Sara’s portal, she felt just a smidgen safer and more secure. And sheltered under the conviction that everything was going to be okay. If Sara and Melleny were transparent to their souls, it would be revealed that as sensitive and emotional as Sara could be, Mel had her beat with her extra fragile heart and vulnerability.

Sara was quick to learn that her heart would have to be super-gentle with Mel’s, and hold its hand (as it were) as they crossed the streets of romance. She tried her best not to be careless. But she wasn’t flawless, and couldn’t avoid occasionally—albeit unintentionally—hurting her. Sara couldn’t deny a bit of disconcertment over slot oyna how insecure and easily hurt Melleny was. But at the same time, she loved the girl’s sweet, beatific delicacy. She knew she had to take the imperfect with the darn near perfect.

Tonight Melleny’d be on her way to Sara’s, which would really not distinguish this evening from any other. Melleny had all but moved in with her to this point. Sara was no authority on proper intervals of courting time prior to commitment. But right about now, she was one short car ride from cutting Mel a spare house key.

Ding-dong!

Click. “Welcome, Angel On Earth!” Sara greeted, wrapping Mel in her arms like the life-size birthday gift she was.

“Thank you, Most Perfect Treasure To Ever Enrich My Life,” returned Melleny, smushing her face in Sara’s cheek.

“Oh, God, Mel-Rose,” Sara went on. “Honey, my love for you is so tremendous, your love would have to look up just to see the bottoms of my love’s Clarks.”

“Your love cannot hold a candle to mine, Saratoga,” Mel impishly contradicted. “My love for you eclipses the daylights out of yours for me.”

“We’ll see about that, Melly-Jelly.”

“Oh, that we shall, Sarallelogram.”

And the game was on.

*****

Wednesday, March 25th, 2015, 6:54 p.m.

They joined hands, and Sara led her to the bedroom.

“Whatever are we doing here?” queried Melleny, playing innocent.

Sara released her paws, turned to face her and saucily answered.

“Hanging pictures.”

“OOOOoooh. Scandalous.”

Sara embraced her girlfriend, generating a shiver of excitement through her.

“And we have the whole house to ourselves to hang them. Imagine, sugar…we can hang pictures in every, single, room.”

“MMMmm…” Mel pulled closer. “I can hardly wait to put that hammer to work.”

Sara nosed her with her soft nuzzle.

“‘S all a matter of, eh…finding the studs, if you know what I mean,” she told Mel, gliding a fingertip down her torso.

“Sounds like a…fun…task,” gasped Mel, growing aroused. “Do you have, uh…” She swallowed. “…Frames?”

Sara closed the space between them.

“I’ve got everything I need right here.”

“Then what are we waiting for??” said Mel, more excited by the moment.

“Well, now, aren’t we the eager beaver,” commented Sara. Her suggestively punny remark made Mel redden and cover her giggling mouth. “All righty then, Mellifluous Mel. You can start by getting in my bed and slipping under the covers.”

“Oh, my. How can I help hang pictures from there?”

“That, my friend, is one of the mysteries of the universe.”

Mel obeyed, snuggling completely beneath the comforter. She waited patiently until a more naked Sara joined. They wriggled entirely under, now in relative darkness.

Sara gasped, feeling the warm, soft body beside her. “Why! What’s this?”

Melleny giddily chortled.

“Who’s in my bed?” Sara wished to know. “Who goes there??”

“It is I,” Mel answered in a deep voice, trying to keep from laughing. “Madame Hayes…of the Baskervilles.”

Sara took her turn to giggle. “‘Madame Hayes’?”

“Yes, Curious Stranger Whose Bed This Is?”

Another chuckle. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

There it was, Sara’s first miniature orgasm. She sidled along the mattress to get closer. “Hmmm,” she mused. “I wish to explore you, Madame Hayes. To discover you.”

“Discover me, Sara da Gama. Let me be your unknown territory. Make me your Greenland, Sara the Red. Plant your flag.”

“Gladly. Any particular spot you’d like me to plant it?”

“Surprise me.”

“Surprises…are my coup de grâce.”

Mel lay still to be discovered, as Sara reached out embarking fingers, to rest on her new territory’s soft, silky skin. The unknown territory in question gasped at her exquisite touch. It amazed Sara that after an entire year of intimacy, her touch could still bear such a magical effect. But then Sara remembered, Oh yeah, she loves me.

Mel lay motionless under cover of darkness as Sara took her time. The experience was quite enhanced in pitch blackness. She heaved in passion, riding Sara’s roving fingertips into the air like waves. Sara leaned in to inhale her unique scent.

“Hmmm…” Sara considered. “Fine, satiny texture…delicate dimensionality, piquant atmosphere…I do believe I like it here.”

Mel chuckled. “I’m so glad, Poet Who Doesn’t Know It. I want you here with me forever.”

Sara gasped. “Bless my soul!” she exclaimed. “A talking land!”

Mel burst out laughing, but agreed afterwards to remain silent. Within reason.

On Sara went staking out this new, enchanting region. Mel twitched and tingled as Sara searched with her nose and mouth as well as her petite paws. The added, simultaneous touches multiplied her sensations. canlı casino siteleri Sara nuzzled, fondled, tickled, teased, smelled, tasted her. And so far, she couldn’t detect a thing in this new realm she didn’t adore. Mel’s heart, mind and soul began going wild as Sara caressed below her chin, to the neck, kissing her ear.

“Land ho,” the explorer whispered.

Melleny suppressed her urge to break out in guffaws once more. She lay still and concentrated on the pleasure.

Their hormones were awakening. Mel lolled her head back as she felt Sara extend an arm under her neck. Sara curled up as close into Mel’s quivering hot bod as she could. Starting to quiver herself, she glid her soft, moist lips from Melleny’s cheek to jaw, continuing her journey south. Her sensual expedition was quickly becoming one of the most overwhelming voyages she’d ventured. She made sure they stayed below the blanket so as to preserve the adventurous pretense.

She descended to Mel’s shoulder and collarbone, all the while folding closer and tighter over her beloved. She cradled her neck with one hand, brushing her trembling belly with the other. Mel moaned, pressing her palms into the mattress as she eagerly awaited the culmination of this trek. Sara’s hair spilled, pooling in beautifully random tufts over Mel’s torso. Head craned back, Melleny could smell it, the delightfully familiar botanicals toying with her nostrils. Sara slipped out her tongue and traced salivary streaks along Mel’s warm flesh. Her cobalt blue eyes fluttered. The girls’ hides rubbed and warmed enough to perspire. Sweat seeped through their pores.

Melleny finally lifted one paw to locate Sara’s hair and snake her fingers through. Sara went on dotting Mel’s upper body in lip and tongue prints, as her lower hand cupped and gripped one ass cheek. Melleny groaned more and put her other arm around Sara, hugging her nearer and nearer. Sara grabbed hold of Mel’s leg underneath with both her own, and pulled it away from the other. Her new territory gladly cooperated.

At last, the moments Mel had been waiting for began to arrive. Sara poked her eyes over the bobbing mounds on either side of her face. Imagining they were two helpings of ice cream topped with whipped cream and cherries, Sara settled in for a nice faceful. This making love in the dark thing was great for their fantasizing skills. Sara sucked on the cherry, trying to taste the sweet juice inside. Mel threw her head back, applying light pressure on Sara’s, encouraging her to be more aggressive. Sara obliged, grinding her face into the shapely dessert-like orbs, feeling the respondent stiffen and nub.

Melleny’s nipples hardened simultaneously, but only one was receiving attention. So she coaxed Sara’s hand from her tush, kissed it and laid it over her unoccupied tit. Her arousal grew and grew as her pussy leaked and her clit swelled. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more before her sopping cunt required some attention.

The intensity went on building. Mel’s breaths deepened and loudened as she embraced Sara harder and tighter. She once more took hold of her beloved’s hand, kissed each of its fingers and guided it south, to her yearning womanhood. Sara’s heart accelerated as it did every time she was about to greet Little Melleny. Her fingers eased and maneuvered through Mel’s rainforest, down to the dripping honeycave.

The second Sara touched her pussy, Mel’s head once more shot back on her pillow as if she’d been electrocuted. With a moooooan. Sara, still as flattered as a year ago, gave a small smile through her oral pleasuring of Melleny’s tits. Mel was already in heaven, seeing stars dancing everywhere. And Sara had just barely brushed her labia apart.

Melleny’s heart and clit pounded. Fireworks blasted inside as her girlfriend worked her magic. Sara entered Mel’s welcoming pussy, continuing the exploration. Little Melleny took over once Sara slipped inside her sex, squeezing and clenching on her digits. Each squishy thrust puffed and pumped Melleny’s raging hormones like a blood pressure cuff. She tried to look up through her now teary eyes to address her love.

“S—…S-Sara?…”

Sara looked up.

“K-k-kiss me.”

Sara grinned.

“With pleasure.”

Melleny’s nipples now stood on their own. Hand occupied penetrating Mel’s extremely appreciative pussy, Sara repositioned so she could administer a loving hand job and pucker up at the same time. The lasses exchanged heated breaths once face to face. Sara seductively whispered something that Mel couldn’t even hear, but didn’t mean a thing. It was a mere tactic to entice Mel further with the sound of her hushed voice. Sara went on warmly exhaling along Mel’s hair-tendrilled cheek until reaching her mouth.

A whole new wave of goodness and warm, wet stimulation engulfed Mel as she felt Sara’s lips on hers. Soft moans and whimpers emanated from both young naked gals. Sara, whose cunt was also autolubed and soaked, humped Melleny’s leg like a happy dog, as she probed the inside of her blood-red pussy.

“Sara, please tickle my clit,” she somehow managed to croak out.

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The following contains playful female domination by 49-year-old woman over a 19-year-old man, by use of her muscular legs in scissor holds. There is forceful consensual sexual contact. If this sort of thing appeals to you, enjoy. If not, there are plenty of other options out there.

*****

It was Carlyne’s last day on the job at the fast food burger joint, where she worked in the counter. As a single divorced mom, the sexy 49-year-old dark-haired beauty worked a variety of jobs to provide for her twin boys, Timothy and Thomas, 19. She liked the burger gig, because as one of the oldest employees, she loved working around young people.

And had struck up a lovely friendship with a co-worker, Charlie, a brown-eyed handsome lad with big brown eyes, 19, one whom, Carlyne soon realized with delight, had a crush on her.

Crush. The word appealed to her. Carlyne was a rock-solid beauty for a woman pushing 50, with jet-black hair, flashing green eyes and a glittering smile, charming and gracious -with a killer body. She’d taken to the gym in recent months, following a long illness, lost a significant amount of weight and adding muscle, sexy muscle, hard and smooth, to every inch of her beautiful body.

Particularly the legs. And especially the calves. Which, she had been told by her social media admirers, were true crushers with the potential of squeezing endless submissions out of her victims in what they called “scissor holds.” It was a notion that never entered Carlyne’s mind until others put it there, that her muscular legs could do such a thing to a man, or a “victim,” as her admirers put it.

And she loved it. After that, she looked at her legs in an entirely new light, wanting to find out for real exactly what these mostly young men were fantasizing about. She looked at her own legs the way others did. Especially Charlie.

Those calves were, she had especially noticed, what the young man was smitten with. They were huge, thick, powerfully muscled, etched steel under smooth skin. When Carlyne wore a short uniform skirt and black tights, Charlie couldn’t keep his eyes off those legs.

Neither could her sons, Carlyne realized one day with naughty clarity. She had noticed them noticing her as she’d walk around the house in skimpy shorts and sports bra top, going to or coming from the gym, bending over to pick something up and feeling their collective eyes riveted to the backs of her thick, stranded hamstrings and those bulbous calves.

And it pleased her. Too much, in fact, and she would try to banish the thoughts of her handsome, athletic sons’ seemingly sexual fascination with her muscular legs from her mind.

Carlyne told Charlie one day about the leg fetish she’d happily stumbled into online, where men seemed fascinated by the leg poses she’d put up, raised on her toes, thickening those immense calves into diamond-shaped fists of muscular steel. And how doting they were, so complimentary, offering their slavish services to her incredible legs.

“Really?” Charlie said the day she told him, astonished. “They…your legs…they..”

“Here, see for yourself,” Carlyne laughed, punching in her site on her phone and showing him.

Charlie’s eyes went wide as he scrolled through screen after screen of Carlyne’s photos, all from the waist or knees down, all focused on those amazing legs. One of her in Capri workout pants, short socks and sneakers, one that showed a close-up of the sexy, striated muscles of one rock-solid calf, made him gasp aloud.

“Ah, you like that one, huh?” she giggled. “Yeah, that’s a fan favorite!”

They ended their shift, went their separate ways, telling Charlie to go home to look at her site in more decidedly personal detail, winking at the blushing boy as she said it. They both knew what she meant, and for an instant, Carlyne felt too bold for saying it.

But she also felt naughty, and more alive at the idea, more than she had in years.

Days earlier, she’d teased another young man at a café, tormenting him with her gorgeous calf exposed in her tight knee-length workout pants, the bubble of her fierce lower leg drawing his attention – and his cell phone camera.

She gave him all he could handle before calling him out, quietly, shocking the boy with the knowledge he’d been busted. She reveled in it, telling him to go home and relieve himself to the footage he’d captured, grabbing his cock in his pants playfully to emphasize his point.

The thought that night of the boy stroking his hard cock watching her calf muscle dance on his cell phone made her task of cumming in the privacy of her bedroom all the much quicker, her practiced fingers producing a most copious and expedient orgasm.

Carlyne knew the next night she and Charlie would work together would be the last, as she was taking another job elsewhere. She had given it a lot of thought, devising a visual – and perhaps more – parting gift for the clearly horny young man. To tease him, she’d worn tight black slacks that covered casino siteleri but still highlighted her immense, sexy and marvelously meaty legs.

They worked half their shift, and took their lunch together in the break room, a small area with chairs, table and couch. As timing would have it, they were alone. Carlyne sat at the table, Charlie in a chair, and chatted, nibbling on the snacks they’d brought, Charlie seeming a bit sad at the prospect of their last night together.

Playfully, Carlyne ever-so slowly hoisted up one pant leg over her immense calf, leaning to tug up the black trouser sock she wore. Peripherally, she noticed Charlie’s stare drawn to it as she pulled the sock up to the bottom of the muscular bubble of that incredible calf.

“I can never get socks to stay up on these things!” she laughed, pulling up the other pant leg and doing the same, taking delight in Charlie’s low but audible groan as he looked. “They’re just too big and muscular I guess!”

“Oh..God, yes,” Charlie moaned.

“Charlie!” she laughed, turning to face him now, leaning back and crossing one meaty calf over the other knee, a thick slab of creased muscle flaring out around the shin. “You like my calves, don’t you?”

“Well..I…it’s just…you know…I…” he stammered.

“It’s OK, Charlie, it’s OK,” she cooed playfully, now tensing and relaxing that calf, the muscles and tendons jumping and twitching, Charlie’s eyes growing wider. “Did you, uh, check out my photos in more…well, more shall we say… carefully when you got home the other night?”

She was reeling him in slowly, relishing the chase, her own confidence and the young stud’s nervousness.

“Uh, yes, I did, I just wanted to…well, they’re…your legs…” he babbled.

“Yes, they are,” Carlyne laughed confidently. “And as you looked at them…did they, you know, excite you?”

Charlie’s cute face went crimson as she honed in on exactly the effect her luscious legs had on him. And were right now.

“I..uh…yeah, they…um…” he said nervously, looking away, hands folded over his crotch.

“I’m flattered, young man, very flattered,” she said with a slight growl, luring him in a bit more. “Did you…you know…”

She giggled mocking a stroking motion with her hand. Charlie’s eyes shot open wide, his face going redder still.

“That would flatter me most of all,” she growled with a smile

“R…really?” he asked.

“Really,” she fairly hissed, standing, hands on hips. “In fact…”

She turned and leaned her hands on the table, slowly lifting on her toes. The sight of her enormous calves bulging above her short black socks into twin columns of thick steel made Charlie gasp out loud. And his groin tingle.

“Oh my GOD!” he moaned. “They’re…incredible!”

“Yes, they are, Charlie,” she said, looking over her shoulder and winking at him.

She continued to do toe raises, up and down, his low moans growing in frequency and volume. She stopped, as she raised up high, leaving the meaty flesh bubbling into a full flex, a thick vein coursing down each to her slender ankle. She looked over her shoulder and winked at him.

“Touch them,” she said boldly, surprising herself as much as Charlie.

He blinked in disbelief.

“Touch…them?” he squeaked.

“Yes, Charlie, touch them, touch my calves!” she said more insistently now, resuming the bounce up and down, the muscles flaring and flexing in a sexy muscular dance. “Get down there, kneel down and touch them! Massage them for me!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash, he was kneeling behind Carlyne, one hand on each calf, surrounding the bulging flesh and groaning loudly as she worked them in his tight fingers. They both felt the mutual heat coursing between them.

“Squeeeeze ’em, Charlie, squeeeeze those calves, massage them, knead them, do it!” Carlyne heard herself saying, caught up in something she wasn’t sure of but unable to stop.

Charlie groaned louder still, his trembling fingers caressing the rippling steel, squeezing the flexing flesh, feeling them grow and pulsate in his grip. Carlyne arched her back, biting her lip, feeling the heat up flow her legs, her meaty calves, her iron thighs, and into her sexual core.

She liked it. A lot. And couldn’t nor wouldn’t stop.

“Your mouth, Charlie!” she hissed, shaking his hands away. “Put your mouth on my calves, lick them, suck on that muscle! Do it!”

“Oh GOD, Carlyne!” the boy groaned, leaning down and obeying her.

She nearly came when his hot mouth touched one calf, the lips molding over the muscle, tongue flashing out to lick the steely flesh as he suckled on the giant bubble. Both of them groaned out loud now as she continued to rise up and down on her toes, feeding him the growing thickness to be lapped, sucked, devoured.

Her thighs clenched together in her tight slacks as she felt the slave boy’s tongue and lips continue to worship at the temple of her calves, grinding them together, slot oyna pleasing herself. It wasn’t enough, she needed more, and now snapped her calves back, slapping his face away suddenly. She turned to face him, looking down, a dominant smile on her face, hands on her hips.

“Charlie, do you know what a scissor hold is?” she asked.

He shook his head no. She smiled.

“It’s when a woman wraps her legs around someone’s head or neck and squeezes, like a scissors, and makes him give up!” she growled. “I’ve read about it, seen it. My online worshippers say I’d be good at it. But Charlie, I’ve never done it…”

He looked up, eyes wide, as he knelt at her feet. She smiled.

“Until now,” she hissed, bending his head forward and stepping over it.

It hit them both at once, the power, the sexuality, the sheer force of pleasure, as Carlyne’s massive calves closed around the groaning boy’s neck as he bent at her feet. She cinched them together harder, twisting one foot behind the other, standing with hands on her hips and feeling the immense control of holding his very life in her steely legs.

“Gotcha Charlie!” she snarled, tensing the tremendous inner muscles of her bulbous calves against his neck. “Gotcha in my SCISSORS!”

He could only gasp at the power and pain and pleasure of the moment, his trembling hands cupped over the shins and palms feeling the quivering muscle slicing into his neck, watching it swell and thicken around him, those black socks drooping on her ankles below. Instantly, as she squeezed a bit harder, he felt his fingers and toes tingle, his head grow dizzy, his brain numb.

She was about to knock him out. And both knew it.

“You’re gonna pass out Charlie?” she laughed, pulsating over and over the thick slabs of meat on his neck, slowing the blood flow to his brain. “My SCISSOR gonna knock you out?”

“Y..yesh…pleesh…,” he slurred comically, sounding drunk, his hands slipping off her calves and flopping to the floor.

She laughed, squeezed a tad harder and then let go, stepping back. He slumped to the floor, moaning, rolling to his back as she sat down on a chair closest to them. His head was facing up, a slight smile on his lips, between her feet and those bulging calves.

She smiled at what she’d done and then gasped as her gaze traveled down his body – to the unmistakable bulge of his young, hard cock in his trousers.

“Oh, my!” she gasped to herself.

“Wh…what?” Charlie said, coming around and opening his eyes to the delicious sight of Carlyne’s crushing calves, tensed and ready and so close to him.

“Uh,” she said cautiously, debating whether to continue and then giving in to the heat of the moment, tossing caution to the wind. “Did I do THAT to you? Did me scissoring you in my calves do that to you?”

He looked down the length of his body, gasping at the sight of the tent pole in his trousers. He clamped his head over it and attempted to lift up, but his head only got as far as Carlyne’s calves as she quickly clamped them around his ears, squeezing the muscles hard around his head, imprisoning him.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, boy!” she laughed, pushing with her hands on her knees, imparting more sexy pressure into the calves locked like iron bars around his head, delighting in his thrashing. “Now, I asked you…”

She looked down at the moaning face mashed into the meaty grip of her mighty calves, smiling, speaking loudly enough to reach his ears that were covered in steely flesh.

“Did my calves to THIS to you!”

Playfully, she leaned forward and clamped a hand around his throbbing cock, twisting it, making him scream in pain and pleasure as she squeezed both his heads.

“YES!” he grunted loudly, hips bucking off the floor to lessen the pressure of her hand on him, thrusting into it, his hands cupping her calves for leverage. “PLEASE CARLYNE STOP SCISSORING ME!!”

She laughed and let go both holds, Charlie flopping to his back, groaning, rolling to his belly as she sat back smiling at what she’d done. Slowly, she helped him to his feet and stood, face to face, lips inching closer to his.

“Now, then,” she growled, impulsively leaning into him, hands around his face and pulling it to hers.

She felt him against her, trembling, crotch to crotch, both on fire as they kissed, tongues flashing into each other’s mouths, thrusting hip to hip. Charlie cried out in the kiss, eyes open, frightened and nervous, locking onto Carlyne’s, also open but brimming with cool, sexual confidence. She felt him push forward gingerly, and she answered with a brash, harder push of her own until she felt the tip of his arousal press between her powerful thighs. His eyelids fluttered and he groaned.

“Oh, not yet, young man, not before me, anyway,” she laughed, breaking the kiss and pushing away from him. “We don’t have much time left, I think it’s time to take this to a more private place.”

She led him from the break room, down the hall to a little-used utility canlı casino siteleri closet, he following like an obedient pup, eyes down watching those mammoth calves flex above her sexy black socks as she walked. Inside, she locked the door behind them, turning to push him back toward a raggedy old cushioned chair someone had brought in to catch surreptitious naps on company time.

“Now, there are OTHER scissors to be explored,” she said, sitting him on the floor in front of the chair and flopping into it, closing her meaty thighs around his ears and pulling his head back. “Like this one!”

If her calves hurt him before, her thighs opened up a whole new world of pain as she barely squeezed them around his head, locking her feet, and pressed. They were immense, thick planks of steel under her tight slacks, his hands shooting to them, desperate to pull them apart. She laughed at his struggles, squeezing a bit harder, his hands trembling as his fingers dug into the rocky creases of her bulging quad muscles.

“Nope, not going anywhere here, either!” she laughed, increasing the pressure bit by bit. “Charlie I leg press 750 pounds at the gym! More than most of the men, so you are NOT gonna escape my headscissors!”

She thrust her legs out hard now, snapping them up and back, the effect of it blasting her muscular thigh meat into his ears, over and over, a series of jolting scissors that nearly tore his head off, or so it felt. Her domination was instinctive; never having locked a man’s head in her thighs before, it all came to her naturally.

Including now, as she locked out straight and started a slow, deliberate quivering of her mighty thighs, the flesh quaking and trembling around Charlie’s face, which was all but hidden in the thick clamp of legs, a meaty wave of flesh slapping at his slurring face.

“You going out again, Charlie, my scissors gonna knock you out?” she laughed, mounting the quivering scissors now until every inch of her legs shook and quaked with delicious intensity, his hands falling to the floor.

She moved swiftly, intuitively to the next hold, one she’d seen online, a figure four scissors, tucking one tremendous calf up into his throat, hooking that foot behind the other knee and pulling back on it, the bubbling muscle nearly cracking his windpipe. He gagged and tried to submit, but her calf choked the air from him.

And as she pulled back and bucked forward to secure the hold, it pressed the back of his head to her crotch. The electricity she felt as she ground against him was palpable, as was the moist heat gathering in her groin, which Charlie felt on his head.

“Oh, God, soooo good, soooooo good,” Carlyne heard herself say, pumping her crotch on him, pulling the calf into his neck with tightening intensity, biting her lip in pre-orgasmic groaning. “Oh, God…”

She couldn’t stop and took it a step further, bolder, hotter. She released the grip only long enough to spin the moaning boy around and recapture his head in her scissors – his mouth right at her pussy, clamping a calf over the back of his neck, hooking the foot and pulling on it with her hand, pumping her crotch with reckless, passionate abandon against his face.

“Oh…oh..oh…SHIT!!” she screamed, bucking harder and faster into his face, his eyes open and watery, staring into her gorgeous face that was a mask of focus and mounting passion.

She came long and hard, the steamy emanations from her washing over Charlie’s bluish face through her tight slacks, swarming over him, making him taste, smell and feel her orgasmic efforts. She couldn’t stop, now pulling him completely to her, his head lost in her leggy grip. She didn’t notice he’d passed out until her orgasm finally stopped and she sat back, unlocking her lethal legs and letting him flop, moaning, to the floor between her feet.

When her panting subsided, Charlie was just beginning to come around, struggling to his knees, shaking his head and focusing on the smiling MILF sitting on the chair, her legs spread, calves bulging as she pointed her toes, gently swaying her legs back and forth.

“Have a nice nap?” she giggled, biting her finger playfully and sucking it, watching him watch the gentle sway of her legs as she wiggled them open and shut.

“What…happened…?” he asked, groggily.

“THESE happened!” she laughed, slapping and locking her immense thighs together, the clapping sound startling the boy. “You went out…”

She sat up in her chair, legs pressed against it, a mad flare of calf meat creasing around the shinbones, leaning toward him and pulling him to his knees before them, his crotch level with them.

“But you got me off, you dear boy, and for that…,” she cooed, kissing him, thrusting a tongue into his mouth, holding the back of his head with one hand, the other snaking between them. “You will be rewarded…”

Charlie’s eyes were open and locked on hers as she kissed him and expertly unsnapped his pants, yanking them down, pulling out his anxious, young cock. His eyes went wider still as she pulled him forward, capturing the soaking-wet tip into the meaty maw of her lusty, muscular calves.

“OH MY GOD!” he cried into her mouth, her eyes on his.

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Our bodies change as we hit middle-age, with bumps splodging out and heading south, and while I know I can still turn heads, and my fiancé thinks I’m gorgeous, I’m a size 10 and my body is pretty nifty for over fifty, my middle-aged body just isn’t as firm as it used to be. The idea of being body-shamed by younger, prettier women is something I fantasize about, as is my sexuality being seen as an amusement by younger men, especially my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. I love the idea of being the whole world to my fiancé and an objectified fuck-pig to men who fuck me while holding me in contempt for being their owned desperate slut. This story explores some of these themes. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do fantasizing about it! xxx

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I: A little bit of background.

II: From texting to sexting while on the train to Cambridge.

III: Presenting myself as a trashy middle-aged slut for my two young stud muffins.

IV: Behaving like a middle-aged slut while out for a meal out with my two young stud muffins.

V: My humiliation at the Six Bells.

VI: Itty-bitty-titty taser torture.

VI: Middle-aged fuck-meat, literally!

VII: Filming the fuck-meat.

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I: A little bit of background.

A few weeks ago, I had to travel to Cambridge to do a piece of consultancy work and as my son’s friend ‘Mr C’ only lives an hour away, I texted him and I had a lovely meal out with Mr C and his friend ‘Popeye’.

Now the thing is, while we’ve known each other for years in a sort of surrogate mother-son relationship, there are aspects of each other that we really don’t know. For example, while Mr C is always respectful and pleasant whenever we meet up, I know he has a darker side that enjoys comedians like Frankie Boyle, which really shocked me by its ugliness when I watched it with my fiancé one night when Mr C had left the DVD at our house:

“What’s the difference between football and rape? Women don’t like football.”

“I live in a flat with 3 women, I call it surround sound. I keep the ugly one behind the sofa as a woofer.”

“What sounds better the more you beat it? My wife, ‘cos she shuts the fuck up.”

“What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothin’! You told her twice already!”

“My Gran said to me, “Young men of today just aren’t as polite and charming as they were when I was young”. I had to explain, “That’s because they aren’t trying to fuck you now.”

“A 66-year-old woman has become the oldest new mum in Britain after giving birth to a baby boy. I’m amazed she needed to have a caesarean section though, you’d think at 66 she would have needed some masking tape down there just to stop it falling out.”

Now, I’m in my frisky fifties and after watching Mr C’s DVD I began to wonder if Mr C ever thinks or talks about me the way those comedians talk about women; so disrespectful and full of contempt.

Whilst in real life I have an adoring and respectful fiancé, I love the idea of being the respectable career woman, mother and partner in one part of my life and Mr C’s objectified middle-aged fuck-toy in the other. The hate and contempt towards women in those jokes has such a visceral power that really makes my pussy tingle.

That’s what I didn’t know about Mr C. The thing Mr C doesn’t know about me is a quirky little thing I did for a while when he used to date my daughter (and before I met my current fiancé). It began one morning while I was gathering the dirty washing to put a load on before work. I was in my daughter’s bedroom stripping their bed wearing my red work sweater which has ¾ length sleeves. I had pulled the sheets off and was carrying them down to the washer in a big bundle when I felt a cold goo drip on my wrist. I felt it slide down the bare flesh of my fore-arm and peering over the bundle of bedding, I saw a glistening trail meandering over the rounded flesh of my smooth forearm down to a pool of Mr C’s cold cum collecting between my sweater sleeve and the bare flesh of my fore-arm.

I dumped the bedding in the washer and yanked my dirty sweater over my head to add it to the washing when I got a strong waft of Mr C’s deliciously musky spunk. Spunk has such an intimate and personal scent and instead of wiping Mr C’s cum off my arm with some kitchen roll, I stood in my kitchen in just my bra and work pants and actually licked Mr C’s cum off my naked arm. I even found the sleeve of my sweater with the cum stain on it and sucked it clean with one hand down my pants, desperately stroking my clitoris. I can still remember the slimy texture giving way to the harsh brittle feel of cotton against my tongue as Mr C’s cum slid off the sweater and down my throat.

All that day my pussy tingled at the memory of what I had done. It felt so kinky tasting Mr C’s cum in my mouth all morning. It wasn’t that I was attracted to Mr C, at 22 he was more than half my age. It was somehow linked to his general indifference to all the things I did for him while he visited my daughter. It was incredibly arousing to think that Mr C knew it was bed change day casino oyna and had deliberately left his cum for me to have to clean up. The idea of Mr C just expecting me to clean up his cum after accepting my hospitality with indifference and then fucking my daughter, as though it was my duty to be his cum sponge was somehow thrillingly humiliating. When Mr C made love to my daughter, she excited him sexually; his cum was intimately, lovingly and sensually given and received… and then just left as a discarded by-product. The thrill of being so desperate that I embraced the humiliation of lapping up Mr C’s discarded cum as my favourite sexual indulgence always made me wet.

The fact that as far as I knew, Mr C didn’t even acknowledge me as a sexual being, made it even more arousing as if he saw my role as simply to clean up his cum. I’m not saying Mr C had any of these thoughts, in fact I doubt he even cared whether I had to touch his cum or not as long as their bed was beautifully made as usual. But when I found his Frankie Boyle DVD, it did make me wonder! After all, Mr C is always so polite and charming and as Frankie Boyle points out; “My Gran said to me, “Young men of today just aren’t as polite and charming as they were when I was young”. I had to explain, “That’s because they aren’t trying to fuck you now.” Maybe Mr C was trying to fuck me!

Over the next few months I began searching their bedding for fresh loads of cum and I was always aroused whenever I managed to find a globule of cum left for me to clean up. I even searched his dirty boxer shorts in the hope he had cum inside them. It became almost an obsession when I did chance on a fresh pool of his musky spunk and I’d wear it inside my panties, my pussy tingling at the feel of his slimy wetness all day at my desk, or when I was too randy to wait, I would rush to my bedroom, pull out my favourite vibrator and use Mr C’s spunk as lubricant for my desperate pussy and then scoop his spunk into my mouth with a finger while I climaxed imagining what Mr C would think of me if he knew I slurped up his cum like a desperate middle-aged slut.

So, for a period of time, while Mr C and my daughter lived with me, I was Mr C’s secret cum thirsty mom-in-law. Although on the surface, Mr C and I were always polite and respectful to each other, I sometimes would hear Mr C fucking my daughter in the other room, and hearing how much pleasure the young stud muffin was giving her, I would stroke my desperate divorced pussy imagining our house with Mr C as ‘Head of Household’ treating my daughter with loving respect, while he began treating me as his desperate ‘cum sponge’, ignoring and denying me sexually but finding it hilarious that I was such a sexually desperate middle-aged slut that I begged hm to feed me his cum. Although I stopped lapping my daughter’s boyfriend’s cum when I started dating my current fiancé (the day he asked me out actually) I still love the idea of Mr C gloating as he finds out how I loved licking up his cum.

So, those two things combined; my secret past of licking up my daughter’s boyfriend’s cum for a few months and his enjoyment of misogynist comedy, led me to enjoy a naughty fantasy of being humiliated and objectified when I met up with ‘Mr C’ and ‘Popeye’ a few weeks ago and how things might have developed. So, here’s what didn’t happen but what I enjoy fantasizing did happen; Like I said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy imagining it, and I especially hope Mr C reads it and thinks of me. Not that I’m brave enough to ever admit it’s me! LOL!

II: From texting to sexting while on the train to Cambridge:

I carried my travel bag onto the train carriage, shoved it into the luggage rack and found my reserved seat at a table opposite two middle-aged business men. I gave them both a polite smile in acknowledgement, pulled my laptop from its case and sat down, so excited and desperate to text my son’s friend Mr C, as I travelled towards him.

‘Hi Mr C. I’m in Cambridge for a couple of days if you fancy meeting up for a meal? I’m travelling by train so if you do the transport, the meals my treat. Xxx’

Having sent the text, I turned on my laptop and focused on my report, not expecting Mr C to reply for a while, as my train was an early morning one.

Ping! I excitedly checked my phone:

‘Yeah, cool.’

Mr C’s casual indifference to my offering to pay for his meal, and his replying to my fawning kissy text without any kisses from him, was so piggy it made my pussy tingle at the idea of him seeing my affection and generosity as an inconvenience. The idea of matching Mr C’s indifference with extra effort on my part to flatter and please him, practically begging my son’s friend to notice me as a desperate middle-aged slut he could use as he pleased; well, if he chose too, had my pussy tingling already.

But how to let him know that without risking destroying the surrogate mom-son relationship we had established over decades?

‘That’s great news, Mr C! I can’t wait until I see you. I’m shaking with anticipation. Xxx’ I sent, slot oyna hoping to give Mr C a peek at how tingly and desperate I was for him. It wasn’t a dirty text, but definitely held a hint of naughtiness to it, that I really hoped he would pick up on.

But no such luck. All I got was a practical ‘When?’

Damn! We knew each other so well as pesky surrogate mom and son that it was difficult to get too flirty, so I tried a bit of flattery, plus a question to show my interest in him, as well as basically just desperately trying to just keep the young hunk texting me:

‘I’ll get to my hotel about five, but will need a bit of time to make myself beautiful. Is seven okay with you, Mr C? How is my favourite young man doing today? Xxx’

‘Which hotel? Yup I’m gud.’

All my flattery and kisses and hints seemed to be falling on deaf ears. He hadn’t even cared enough to ask how I was. His disregard made me desperate to try harder to please the young stud muffin and make him notice me, so I tried playing the ditz on top:

‘Oh, so sorry Mr C, of course you need to know where I’m staying if we’re to meet up! I’m at the Talbot Hotel in Ledbury. I really hope that’s not too far out of your way! As soon as I realized we could meet up I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you after that. Xxx’

I doubted if Mr C would care that once his ex-girlfriend’s mom started thinking about him, she couldn’t stop, but I figured he might at least enjoy the ego boost, plus it was making my pussy tingle acting so inappropriately like a desperate floozy towards my daughter’s ex-boyfriend.

‘Pick u up at 7:30 with Popeye.’

Popeye was Mr C’s housemate; a lovely young, black gentleman. As Mr C hadn’t seemed to have picked up on any of my hints, I tried being a little more direct:

‘Thanks Mr C. Can’t wait for my hot date with my two young men! LOL. Xxx’

Sitting opposite the two business men at my table in the train carriage, I tried to look all professional and decent, but I couldn’t concentrate on my report for clenching my thighs and enjoying the squirmy wetness in my panties at the idea of playing such a slut for my daughter’s ex-boyfriend.

After about fifteen minutes I realized Mr C wasn’t going to text back. I hadn’t asked a question, and the date was arranged so I supposed there was no need for him to reply, but I was desperate to continue playing the horny middle-aged slut, so I typed;

‘Don’t tire yourself out too much today, Mr C. We might have a big night planned! Xxx’ and cringed as I reread it. That had to be one of the most flirty texts I could send to my daughter’s ex-boyfriend, but at the same time I figured it could be read as totally innocent. It felt deliciously naughty to imagine Mr C guessing whether I might have something naughty planned or if I was just being playful about having a meal together. I really hoped I had managed to create a bit of anticipation and the idea of Mr C considering me as an available middle-aged slut had me discreetly unzipping my work pants, right there at the table, so I could slide a hand inside my damp panties and relieve the frustrated tingle in my pussy. The two business men opposite thankfully seemed oblivious to what a total slut the suited business woman opposite was being.

‘Eh, how?’ Mr C replied. So much for building the anticipation, Mr C had called it straight away.

I typed one-handed, feeling desperate and horny with my other hand in my panties swirling round my swollen clit. I worded a text that I hoped might be a sultry way of letting him know that I was desperate for things to get a little more physical without putting any pressure or commitment on him, after all I had no idea if Mr C was dating, or was even interested in fucking his ex-girlfriend’s mom.

‘I like our relationship, but how would you feel about adding a few benefits. xxx?’

‘?’

Hmmm, a man of few words, I thought as I brought myself nearer and nearer to my orgasm.

‘Just wandering ‘cos texting you makes me feel so good. Xxx’ I sent, trying to avoid any committal text, while at the same time loving the idea of Mr C feeling good knowing I’m enjoying his conversation. If only he knew how much! I thought, giggling to myself.

‘Wot benefits?’

Oomph! I was stumped. Mr C had called me straight out on my flirty insinuations. I had just potentially made this real, and what I sent next might change everything forever. Did I tell him the truth; that I was sitting on a train with my pants unzipped and my hand down my panties as I desperately stroked my swollen clit, wanting to beg to be his objectified middle-aged fuck-toy, or did I back off pretending it was just me being a bit perky and flirty and enjoying getting my girl on for once?

The thought of backing off gave me such a feeling of sagging disappointment and emptiness that right then and there I knew what I so desperately needed. I wriggled down behind my laptop screen and stroked my desperate clit fast and hard, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm at the thrill of sacrificing my dignity canlı casino siteleri to offer myself as a middle-aged fuck-toy to my daughter’s ex-boyfriend.

‘Favourite type of underwear on a woman, Mr C? xxx’ I sent, desperately stroking myself at the idea of my clothing being at the whim of my daughter’s ex-boyfriend.

‘Commando. Why?’

‘Why’ was a very reasonable question; why would a middle-aged woman you’d known all your life as your friend’s mom and later as your girlfriend’s mom ask what your favourite type of underwear on a woman might be? Perhaps because she was a desperate middle-aged slut!

Mr C’s question seemed to throw into relief just how unnatural my desire to be Mr C’s middle-aged fuck-toy really was, but then what sort of a woman actually gets turned on licking up her daughter’s boyfriend’s cum? Um… me! I thought, smiling luxuriously at the memory of the young hunk’s musky, salty taste as I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the pleasure my fingers

Mr C’s ‘why’ was also yet another way out; another chance to retain my dignity and stay within the safe boundaries of our surrogate mom-son relationship. All I had to type was something innocuous like ‘just wandering, Mr C! xxx’ and even then, it would probably leave him guessing what I had on under my skirt this evening. But that wasn’t enough to satiate my desperate need to subjugate myself to my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. The more inappropriately slutty I was towards Mr C, the closer I came to climaxing on my frantic fingers.

Instead I typed;

‘I’m typing one-handed ‘cos my other hand is down my panties right now, but I promise I’ll be totally bare under my skirt tonight, in the hope you two young stud muffins might enjoy me more like that. Is that okay with you, Mr C? Xxx’

I read the text back without sending it, my fingers sliding in and out of my ridiculously aroused and sloppy pussy. I was scared the sloppy sounds and my scent of arousal might reach the two men opposite me but really, I was past caring, revelling in behaving like such a slut in response to my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. I loved acting the desperate middle-aged slut, and imagining Mr C’s shocked expression.

Just what would he think of the strait-laced friendly and respectable middle-aged Ally he knew, who usually chatted over a cuppa or acted at hostess at family parties, openly confessing she was sitting on a train, with a hand down her panties while she openly offered herself to her daughter’s ex-boyfriend?

Hopefully he was stroking that big, hard cock that had pleasured my daughter so many times, as he thought about having his ex-girlfriend’s mom as his willing sex-slave. The thought made me giggle indulgently again; if only!

I certainly sounded desperate enough to please, promising to go commando because that was Mr C’s expressed preference just on the off-chance he might enjoy it. No, it was even sluttier than that; I was promising to expose my most intimate parts in public to two young men practically half my age. How could Mr C have anything but contempt for me if I was obviously desperate to be such a slut for him?

The whole idea of offering myself for Mr C and his friend was driving me wild; my fingers were incredibly sloppy and slimy; I was so aroused. I whirled them around my swollen clitoris. It wasn’t even the idea of becoming Mr C’s objectified middle-aged slut that was driving me wild, it was the desperate sacrificing of my dignity unasked to Mr C.

Even if he just laughed in response, I knew I would orgasm at the fact Mr C knew me as a sexually desperate middle-aged slut as opposed to the surrogate mom and professional business woman he had always known. The idea of Mr C’s next text sending me over the edge of orgasm, whatever he sent, felt as if Mr C had control of my orgasms, and it was that idea that made me, in my desperately aroused state, press send.

I kept rereading my text as I kept myself near the point of orgasm and half eagerly, half dreading repeatedly checked my phone for Mr C’s answer:

‘I’m typing one-handed ‘cos my other hand is down my panties right now, but I promise I’ll be totally bare under my skirt tonight, in the hope you and Popeye might enjoy that? Xxx’

What a totally desperate slut! I thought as I kept stroking myself inside my panties.

When the text finally did come in, the ping made me nearly leap out of my skin.

‘LOL. Woteva Ally. U been drinking?’

I climaxed right there and then in my seat on the train, opposite the two business-men, stifling a moan by biting my bottom lip, and clenching and unclenching my thighs like crazy as my pussy sent spasm after spasm of pleasure through my body.

I had disclosed the fact I was masturbating while texting Mr C, promised not to wear panties when I met him as a subjugation to his preferences and his response was to laugh! Not just to laugh, but to laugh and dismiss my offer of sexual subjugation with a simple ‘woteva’. My blatantly offered sexuality seemed nothing but an amusement to Mr C and that drove me over the edge to a delicious body-racking orgasm. It was the side of Mr C that enjoyed Frankie Boyle getting sadistic pleasure out of mocking my sexual subjugation as I tried so desperately to please him that finally made me climax.

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Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn’t start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one.

I was still living at home and I would masturbate most nights, usually in bed before going to sleep. At the time I thought what I was doing was about as outrageous as sexual behaviour got.

Then, as now, I prefer to have my knees up and legs spread wide when masturbating, partly because of the easy access to my clitoris and vagina but also because of the heightened sense of brazen sexuality of being naked and having your legs wide open.

But although alone in my room I was never quite 100% sure that I wouldn’t be interrupted by a family member so I’d usually masturbate on my back with my legs slightly apart and my pajamas still on.

Usually by the time I would climax I’d have one hand working my clitoris fairly quickly while using the other to work one or two fingers in and out of my vagina.

On one occasion which I remember very vividly it was fairly late and everyone else was long in bed. On a whim I deliberately took my pajama pants completely off in a mood of heightened freedom before even getting under the sheets.

At this point the light was still on and it felt great to stand there with my bottom and pubic hair exposed. I took the time to enjoy my nakedness and carefully fold the pajama pants and placed them in the dresser drawer.

Instead of just flicking back the sheets and getting in I leant across the bed with my legs slightly apart and pushed out my bottom before drawing back the covers. I had this sense of exposing my labia, my nakedness to the world even though the only thing behind me was the wall.

I found it so arousing that I looked around the room for things to pick up. I bent over keeping my legs straight and apart to pick up this and that. Each time I bent over I felt a sexual focus between my legs rising.

I imagined I was being watched and stood in front of the mirror. I had planned to leave my pajama top on because if someone came in while I was under the sheets they wouldn’t see my naked bottom half but would be able to see my naked torso.

But I was caught in the moment and watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned the top and let it fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. Seeing myself naked like this, fondling my breasts, nipples erect was surprisingly sexual. It was like I had leap into a new realm of sexual deviancy.

It was not like being naked after getting out of the shower or something. There I was standing fully exposed looking at my breasts and pubic mound and seeing my naked self in a purely sexual way.

I was thinking of men looking at me like this, seeing and being aroused by my naked body. “Come on and fuck me,” I whispered quietly to men in general.

Saying the words ‘fuck me’ was liberating. There I was, supposed to be wholesome and innocent but touching breasts and wanting to be fucked. The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me!

I turned off the light and got into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas.

While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of discretion, privacy and reservation.

There was something immensely erotic about being naked for the sole purpose of wanton sexual gratification. Once I got into bed I was surprised how physically sexy it felt to have my naked bottom and hard nipples against the cool sheets. I spread my legs wider than usual but still flat on the bed.

I started by fondling of breasts and nipples then down to my labia and clitoris. My sexual arousal came on much more quickly and insistently than ever before – I was already so wet! I soon found myself at the usual end game of right hand quickly rubbing my clitoris with two fingers of my left hand in my vagina.

I could feel the sexual energy rising, magnified by my nakedness and lusted after the orgasm I knew would come. I couldn’t help but lift my left knee up to get my fingers further inside me as lust overtook my usual sense of refrain.

It felt great as another layer of restraint fell away and I was more deeply penetrated by my fingers. But I also felt exposed with that never quite complete sense of privacy that you have in the family home. Wondering if someone is going to barge in and see one leg up in the air.

But I couldn’t let the sexual pleasure to subside so I casino oyna rolled onto my right side so my knee could be hard up against my ribs without being up in the air. But while my right hand still had great access to my clitoris it was hard for my left to get at my vagina.

I didn’t consciously think about it but I just arched my back and switched to fingering myself from behind which felt different and was further liberating as another layer of inhibition peeled away.

However, the shift in position had slightly slowed the rush toward orgasm and while I was still totally consumed by this sexual act I also felt like I could take my time to enjoy it.

I took the time to smear my whole genital are with the copious amount of fluid I had produced before reinserting my fingers. The sopping wetness was in itself highly erotic.

Soon both my hands were wet, my labia, my clitoris and really my whole genital area were slippery and wet and my vagina kept producing more. I took it as a confirmation from my body of the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. I thought to myself, “Yes this is as good as I thought it was. Look how wet I am getting.”

My breathing was shallow and quick and I started to quiver and my hips began to relexitively grind against my hands. I was completely unconscious of anything in the world except my body and the orgasm looming.

The wetness egged me on and as I continued to masturbate I would take my fingers out and rub it over myself. I hadn’t masturbated from behind with anything like this intensity before, nor in such a state of lust. So the first time I touched my anus it wasn’t intentional.

It sent a jolt of pleasure that took me completely by surprise. Academically I knew that some people engaged in anal sex but it never occurred to me that pleasure from this source would apply to me.

I quickly slid my fingers back into my vagina and went on fingering myself but the next time I took them out I was immediately drawn to my ass.

I thought I would just brush my fingers against my sphincter as I had done before – just give myself a little tickle to see if it actually felt good. But it felt great and I found my fingers lingering and probing.

As my finger probed at my sphincter I was suddenly struck by the thought that putting a finger in my ass would be the ultimate act of letting go and of complete and utter nakedness and exposure.

The earlier moment that I had taken off my pajamas came back to me. Just that spur of the moment decision to take my pants off gave me a sense of erotic taboo then which came back with redoubled intensity.

I wanted my finger in my ass and I decided to do it. The fingers working my clitoris stopped. My breathing stopped. I gently eased my finger in and every millimeter of penetration was pure pleasure.

Once my finger was in to the first knuckle I could feel the clamping tightness.

The physical feelings were intense but were magnified by my sense of outrageous, brazen willingness to do whatever felt good. I felt I had totally let go and utterly surrendered all inhibitions to my sexual desire.

I had never felt anything like it, I couldn’t believe the level of sexual gratification it gave me. It was a near orgasmic level of pleasure and I wanted more, more, more.

Then I realised I was feeling this level of intensity when I wasn’t even moving. With an uncontrolled jolt I arched my back pushed the finger further into my ass. I began to rub my clitoris in a frenzy and my whole body began to shudder.

I pumped the finger inside me with fast but tiny in and out motions. All I had was half a finger in my ass and although I was moving it quickly the distance it was going in and out was minimal. But I had never felt so much like I was being fucked in my life.

In seconds I felt an orgasm rise and then overwhelm me in long, slow, intense wave after wave of unashamed pure pleasure.

After a minute or two to get my bearings I slipped my finger out and had this abstract sense that I should feel guilty or dirty. Instead I had an unexpected and slightly nervous but also liberating giggle to myself.

I had just discovered a whole new world of pleasure in sex and my mind boggled at the future joys I would experience.

I had often thought with lustful excitement what it would be like to have a penis inside my vagina. I couldn’t begin to fathom the ecstasy that being fucked in the ass would bring.

Discovery 2

Once I had discovered the pleasure of fingering my ass it became a common part of my masturbation.

I wouldn’t necessarily put my finger in my ass every time I masturbated, and sometimes I didn’t touch my ass at all, but more often than not I would at least be rubbing my ass crack by the time I came.

I always got a thrill of sexual anticipation when I realised I’d be home alone for the night. If by some fluke my siblings all planned to be out on the same night as my parents I’d be a little short slot oyna of breath every time I thought about it – even if it was a week in the future.

As soon as the last one walked out the door I’d be at the window to watch them get in the car and drive off. No sooner than they were around the corner my hand would be down my pants to get at my usually already wet pussy.

I would still go to my room, usually at a half run with my hand never leaving my crotch. I always wanted to be completely naked and my legs wide open to feel maximum sexual freedom. And I just couldn’t bring myself to do that in any room except my own with the door firmly closed.

Then one day events conspired to give me an opportunity to go to the next step in exploring my anal sexuality.

A couple who were friends of my parents were paying a visit and talking about their much anticipated dream holiday to explore Europe for a month. I was sort of half joining in the conversation but not really tuned in until they mentioned that their daughter wouldn’t be able to house sit for them because she was now living interstate.

They were having trouble figuring out what to do about watering the plants and looking after the cat in their absence. We lived about an hours drive away so it wasn’t really an option for one of us to go up there every day.

I had plenty of leave owing from work, some old friends living reasonably near to their house and I was behind on the study I was doing part time. Three pretty good excuses for me to volunteer.

The implications of having all that time alone to explore my ass in freedom meant I had to clamp my legs closed to keep control of myself. Despite feeling short of breath and my heart racing I managed to sound fairly casual when I said, “I could look after your place for you if you like.” I rattled off all my excuses and to my utter delight all concerned thought it was a great idea.

I came very quickly in bed that night – having been wet for most of the day. Then I masturbated every morning and night for about a week in a state of ecstatic anticipation.

Eventually (about three very long weeks later) I was in their garage bidding them farewell. I watched them turn the corner, waited for the roller door to close then dashed through a door they had from the garage to the kitchen.

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I was in a fairly cosy corner of the kitchen behind a bench and in no time I had my jeans and panties around my ankles. With my bare ass against the cool door I used my right hand to rub my clit and my left to reach up under my top and fondle my breasts. I raced to orgasm in about 60 seconds flat.

Once I’d come I felt very exposed standing there in someone else’s house with my pants around my ankles and my pussy and fingers wet. It felt like such a brazen thing to do and I felt like a deviant but that made me feel cheeky and sexy rather than uncomfortable. But I did quickly composed myself and pull up my pants to get a sense of normality back.

It was late afternoon when they left so by the time I’d unpacked, fed the cat, rang my parents to say I’d arrived safely and went out to get something for dinner I decided to take a shower and settle in for a private night alone in front of the TV.

When I got out of the shower I automatically started getting dressed but as I looked at myself in the mirror standing there with just my panties and a bra on I thought, “I don’t have to wear clothes here.”

It was such a liberating idea. “I can do anything I want in any room of the house,” I thought. That was a sexy idea but it was thrilling to know that I actually would be doing anything I wanted.

I looked at myself and rubbed my breasts through my bra then put one hand down the front of my panties and fondled my labia and clit.

I decided I wasn’t gong to put anything else on for the rest of the night. I was going to stroll about the place in my underwear. It was such a powerfully liberating feeling that my nipples hardened and I felt my stomach muscles tighten as my pussy began to gently pulse.

I had a momentary concern, “What the fuck am I gong to do if someone knocks on the door?” But I thought, “Well it’s hardly a crime to walk around in your underwear.” Still, I grabbed my dressing gown and decided to put in near the front door so it would be handy just in case.

As I walked out of the bathroom I was so excited that I went straight downstairs and threw the dressing gown on the ground near the front door. Once that was done I felt safe to do whatever I liked.

I took my time as a strolled around feeling freer than I ever had before. I grabbed a magazine and put it in the middle of the kitchen table. Then with my legs straight and slightly apart and my ass pointing out I bent over the table to flip through it.

If felt great with my ass in the air like that. I thought of the view that someone watching me from behind would have and as I kept my left elbow canlı casino siteleri on the table I used my right hand to reach behind and grab my panties and pull them up my butt crack. They were just a plain cotton pair and I didn’t give a damn if they got stretched out of shape. The pressure against my asshole felt fantastic and I decided to leave them that way.

I walked to the lounge and with every step the panties jammed in my crack rubbed at my ass and pussy. I felt so wantonly, outrageously sexual and I had an amused thought at the shock the owners would be feeling if they knew what I was doing in their house.

I sat on the couch and took off my bra. My nipples were hard and my tits felt so, so naked and so, so good in the big empty lounge. I felt as naked and exposed as if I were starkers in a supermarket.

I lifted my right leg over the arm rest. I leaned back and shifted my ass close to the edge of the couch. I put my left foot on the coffee table and let my knee drop so my legs were now wide open, this time thinking of what someone in front of me would be seeing.

That really threw me over the edge. It was one thing to be in just my underwear in this big house all by myself. It was another thing to have my panties jammed up tight in my ass crack, strutting around and feeling sexy. And it was yet another thing to have my tits exposed and nipples hard. But once my legs were spread wide like that I had shifted from sensuality to raw sexuality. Psychologically it was like shifting from playing with myself to fucking myself.

I could feel my vagina and clit tingling even though I wasn’t touching them. It felt so good I didn’t want to break the spell and I just sat there rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples.

I kept at this for about 10 or 15 minutes – just enjoying my breasts and nipples – and eventually I was just quickly flicking the tip of my ring finger of each hand across each nipple. Eventually I rose to a near orgasmic ecstasy – just from rubbing at my nipples!

The whole time I didn’t touch my vagina or clit but just left my legs spread wide with my panties up my ass crack and tight against my pussy. Despite not touching myself between my legs I felt that having my legs wide open like that gave an enormous focus on my vagina and clit. My hips began to hump minutely, more as a reflex than a conscious decision.

I had always enjoyed touching my breasts and nipples in particular but I had never got so close to orgasm from them alone. I could feel my juices oozing out and wondered at how wet my panties would be when I finally took them off.

I found it so intensely erotic to have my legs open in such a provocatively sexual pose and not hidden away under the sheets in my own room but outrageously exposed in these neither private nor intimate surroundings. It was erotically like masturbating in public but without the practical downside of actually being in public.

Eventually the joy from my nipples peaked out and it was time to move on. I knew if I touched my clit I’d come in a flash but I just wanted this to go on and on. I decided I’d just work on my ass as I had with my nipples and leave my vagina and clit alone.

I put both feet on the ground and leant forward thinking to just lift my ass up enough to take of my panties. As I did so I looked at my crotch to see if any wetness from my vagina was showing through. I had a double take when I saw that they were not only wet they were actually glistening where my juices had completely soaked through. I left them on and put my hand between my legs. It came away wet and I suddenly realised the amount of juice that had come out of me.

I decided to go upstairs to take off my panties and finger my ass sitting on a towel to soak up my flowing juices.

On the way I walked past a mirror in the hall and looked at myself and I thought about fingering my ass in front of a mirror. I’d never done that before, with my ass or vagina, and the idea of watching my finger go in and out of my ass really turned me on.

There wasn’t a mirror in my room (I was using a spare room upstairs next to the master bedroom) but I knew there was a full size one in the main bedroom. I thought it would be another level of cheekiness to actually masturbate my asshole while in their room. And, caught in the moment I decided to do it.

I got a couple of towels from my room and took off my soaking panties while I was there. Now it was time to get serious and I wanted to be totally naked. I was desperate to get down to business and start fingering my ass. I was also fascinated to see what it would look like to watch my finger going in and out of my asshole.

But when I walked into their room I thought about what people would think if they knew I was about to masturbate not just in the house of our family friends, not just in their own bedroom but that I would be putting my finger into my asshole.

A part of me knew I was doing something wrong and I also knew I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t so worked up and horny. But another, stronger part of me reveled in the outrageous deviance of the act. This strong sense of sexual perversion fed on itself and I wanted to be as wanton and reckless as possible.

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You swirl the wine in your glass once more, smiling at me across the table. Your beautiful face lights up the restaurant, and I’m grinning at the jealous fools who gawk at you. Gorgeous eyes stare into azure, and I’m caught up in the moment. For a moment, I lean forward, and your lips part ever so slightly. Candelight dances in your eyes, and the temptation is insane. Yet I know this is not the place for the first kiss we share. Instead, I lean past your lips, and breathe, “I’m ready for dessert.”

I hear your breath hitch, and I lean back, a sensual smirk gracing my features. You kick me under the table, and hiss, “You ASS!” I suck in air through my teeth, and then you smirk at my reaction.

“But yes, dessert sounds…delightful,” you purr, and you feel a hint of moisture in your nether regions as I signal the waiter. He thanks us for our patronship, but does not loiter. He can see the desire for you burning in my eyes, and knows not to hold us up. Offering my arm, I lead you to the entrance of the restaurant, where your gorgeous body entrances the boy holding my keys. Plucking them from his hand, I open the door to the – admittedly – beat-up Mercedes. Oh well, I think, an old Mercedes is better than none at all. As you slip into the seat, I sneak a glance at you once more. Your hair cascades onto your shoulders, complementing the dress which shimmers like liquid gold. I catch a glimpse of your long, tanned legs just before you’re into the car, and I shut your door. After opening my door and sliding in, I buckle up and close it with a quiet thump.

The silence is loaded with sexual tension, and we’re both painfully aware of it as I put the old vehicle into gear. Due to planning, soft instrumental music plays, playful and provocative. The speakers seduce, enhancing the mood as I feel you watch me. In the occasional light cast by streetlights, you see my jaw quivering in painful self-control. Your gaze descends, and you see a sizeable swell in the black fabric of my pants. You feel your nipples harden and your arousal heighten, the thought that it will soon be yours causing you to salivate. You sit quietly, thinking of possibilities as I pull into the drive of the small home that you live in. The gravel crunches under the Mercedes, and as we stop, tension arises once more. The silence is heavily loaded, especially considering the lack of music.

Your voice husky, you say, “Let’s go.”

You gracefully exit the car, then lead me toward the door. You fumble with the keys, trying three times before finally succeeding. You’re literally trembling with arousal, and your shaking hand opens the door; you turn to invite me in. You expect to see blue eyes staring back at you, but instead are greeted by my kiss. I pull you into my embrace, pressing against your firm body as my tongue explores your soft lips. I gently bite your lip, then walk us forward and part the kiss. You casino siteleri are drenched in arousal, and you can’t help but whimper as you find your lips lonesome once more. I pull the door shut, then face back toward you. It’s my turn for a surprise, as you aggressively crush my lips with yours.

We stumble toward the sofa, knowing we’ll both go insane otherwise. I strip free of the shirt encasing my torso, ripping the nearly $500 garment in one gesture. I worked hard to get in shape before we met, and it shows. I’m in peak physical shape, muscles rippling in my lean frame. Your panties are nearly entirely drenched at this point, and I’m as hard as I’ve ever been. I undo my belt, and move to remove my pants, when you stop me. Your soft hands push on my chest, and I drop onto the couch. I watch in rapt atttention as you descend to your knees, your attention focused on the bulge in my pants. As you pull my pants and boxers toward you, I lift my hips to allow you to remove them. My member bounces free, and you let out a little gasp as I stand at attention. You watch it in fascination, then reach a hand up toward it.

I suck in a breath as you touch me for the first time, and you lean toward it. I stop breathing for a moment as your hot breath lands on the sensitive head, and the stimulation is so great that I nearly explode in your hand right there. Instead, I barely manage to back down from the edge as your hand glides up my length, culminating in my moan as you lean down and take me between your hot, silky lips. Your tongue dances on the head, and I buck my hips in insane pleasure. You hum in pleasure, enjoying my reaction and the way you can control me. Despite this being your first time giving a man oral pleasure, you attack me in all the right ways, using your tongue the way a master artist paints. Within minutes, I feel myself closing in on climax, and I warn you.

“I’m right on the edge,” I manage to say, and you chuckle. You begin swirling your tongue quickly around the head, pumping your hand up and down the length which is left out of your mouth. You feel me swell, and as my hips jump, I cry your name. You suck hard on the head of my member, as pulse after pulse of hot liquid spurts into your mouth. You keep your lips locked on me until I’m finished, then pull away. You open your mouth to show me the pool of white fluid, and my jaw drops as you swallow it all. You lick your lips, then make a satisfied sound. This little show is enough to harden me again, and you feel a fiery arousal burning in you. I pull you to your feet, and together, we remove your clothing until your sexy body is before me.

Your breasts, firm globes capped by hard, aroused nipples. My gaze descends, until I see your pussy glistening in the dim light. The lips are parted, almost asking me to say hello.

“You’re…perfect,” I gasp, and you blush, smiling. You simply shake your head, and then slot oyna I lay you onto the sofa. I position myself over you, and you ready for me…but then I inexplicably don’t enter you. I kiss you, leave you tingling elsewhere. I plant a kiss on your collarbone, on each of your breasts, down your stomach…until I reach your pussy. Then, I lean down, and plant a gentle kiss on your clit, with just enough pressure to make you gasp. Then, I nibble on your outer lips, teasing you with my teeth, raising your scorching fire ever higher. I tease so much that you begin to buck your hips, begging me to go further. I look up, my eyes glinting.

“What do you want?” I ask, teasing you yet more as you formulate a response.

“I want…your tongue inside me,” you say, gasping in tortured pleasure. Suddenly, you feel sweet release overwhelm you as my tongue delves deep inside of you, finding your G-spot nearly instantly. You scream my name and lock your thighs around my head, burying your hands in my curly hair. As you come, I continue to explore you orally, the way your tunnel clamps down on my tongue like a warm, silk glove. I imagine other appendages in you, and chuckle as you begin your descent from climax. As you pant in pleasure, I begin sucking on your clit, and you rocket into ecstasy again, your hips seeking heaven as I pleasure you. I greedily lap at your juices, simultaneously extending your climax, and enjoying the sweet, yet tart taste. I grin as you come down from your second orgasm, the pleasure tinging your voice as you plead, “Ahhh….no more, please.”

I rise from between your legs, and you smile radiantly at me. I grin, and you chuckle, despite being on Cloud Nine.

“You look like the cat that ate the canary,” you laugh, and my smile broadens. I lean down, and say, “No, I’m the man who ate the pussy.” It’s an awful line, but you laugh at its poor delivery anyway. Bathed in post-orgasmic pleasure, you yelp when I lift you, and carry you to your bedroom. I set you on the bed, and the mere implication of my actions gets your engine going again. As you lie there, your golden hair in a halo around your beautiful face, I feel uncertain. Will she have me? Yet you beckon sexily, a single crooked finger, and I descend upon you.

Our lips war with each other once more, seeking advantage behind each other. I groan as you gently bite my lip and reach between us, pulling me toward your entrance. I allow you to guide me, and I feel an intense heat emanating from your entrance. As I look down, I see my head part your pink lips, and feel intense tightness and temperature on me. You whimper as I slowly push into you, the first to have you. I kiss you still, right up until my cockhead bumps what can only be your virginity. I part our kiss, startled that you’re a virgin after all these years.

“Are you sure…?” I say, and you smile at me, nodding your head. I know that doing this slowly canlı casino siteleri will only result in pain, so I pull back slightly, and you wait for me. I quickly thrust my hips, breaking through and seating myself inside of you. The tight pleasure is insane, and I give a Herculean effort to not move my hips as tears spring into your eyes. You whimper, and I kiss you gently, peppering your face with loving kisses as you slowly become accustomed to the intrusion. When you nod once more, I slowly back out, and then push back in. Once again, I struggle to resist the urge to slam into you, hoping that your pain will turn to pleasure shortly. I continue thrusting softly, watching your reaction. You feel the stinging pain of losing your virginity fade, followed by the onset of a pleasant sensation emanating from your core. The pleasure begins building, and you feel a need for more, so you begin pushing back against me.

I begin thrusting harder, reveling in the hot, moist sensation as I enter you. Strangely, the growing pleasure in your face turns me on more, and I watch your mouth part as you begin breathing heavily. You need more, and wrap your legs around my hips, pulling me into you. I begin going harder and faster, my hips slapping against your ass. The full sensation, and the way your insides cling to me as I pull out, bring gasps from you on each thrust. You are close to the peak of ecstasy, to the mind-numbing orgasm that waits just beyond. You begin moaning, trying to get me ever deeper, and I thrust for nearly ten minutes, seeking to push you over the top. Frustration builds within you, and you begin angrily thrusting back against me, the pleasure buzzing at fever pitch. Suddenly, I know what you need.

I angle my hips so that my head is brushing the rough spot within you on each thrust, and suddenly, you’re over the edge. Mind-numbing orgasm overwhelms you, singes your every nerve as you burn with pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Your nails scratch my back, leaving gouges which I will bear with honor. I cannot thrust anymore, your legs locked behind my back and holding me inside of you. Despite the pain from the nails, the way that your inner walls massage my member drags me over the edge with you. I gasp as I come inside of you, my seed spraying your insides as you scream in ecstasy. As you come down, you moan and shiver in a post-orgasmic tremor. You open your lips, and I worry that you’re angry about my climax.

“That was perfect,” you say, and a relieved, delighted smile graces my face. I slowly pull out of you and go into the bathroom, finding a washcloth. I wet it in warm water and return to you, and you smile as you take it from me and clean up. I ask for it after you’re finished, but instead of handing me the rag, you drop to your knees once more. You take me into your mouth, bathing me with your tongue and licking our mixed juices clean. Despite what you’ve just done, I kiss you when you stand, and tumble into the bed with you. You lie on top of me, one leg between mine, the other on the outside of mine. You lay your head on my chest, and I wrap an arm around you as you fade away into sleep.

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