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Carol sat in the break room at work with several of her co-workers both male and female and said to them, “You guys remember a few weeks ago when I told you that Brenden wanted to try anal sex and I was too scared?”

Amanda sighed loudly and said, “Did he do it or not, Carol? This is getting very boring; it’s always the same old song and dance with you.” Carol shot a cold look at Amanda and said, “For your information, we are going to do it tonight, at a friend’s Halloween party.”

Steve looked up and said, “You mean to tell me that you are so worried about taking it up the ass that you’re really going to let your husband ass fuck you at a Halloween party?”

“Why not?” Carol asked.

Steve said, “Well, for one it’s not your house for two, it’s your first time. I’ve been told first time anal can hurt.”

“Well, we are going to do it anyway,” Carol said before she looked up to see the Human Resources manager looking down at her with a disdainful look on her face.

“My office now, Carol,” the manager stated.

Thirty minutes later Carol was without a job and on her way home, she quickly called Brenden and told him that she had gotten fired over a sexual harassment violation. Brenden said to her, “Damn it, Carol can you not keep your mouth shut about anything?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get fired over it,” Carol said. “Listen, I’m going home to get ready for the party tonight, anything you need?”

“You to get a new job,” Brenden said sounding very stern.

“It’s too late today,” Carol explained. “I’ll start making calls Monday morning.”

“Sure, you will,” Brenden said to her.

“I love you, baby,” Carol said to him.

“I love you too,” Brenden replied before he hung up.

Later that night, Brenden walked into to the house and found that Carol was dressed in her outfit for the party, she had on a sweatshirt that read “Camp Crystal Lake” on the front and on the back it said, “Counselor” and she also had on a pair very tight, very short pair of shorts.

Brenden whistled and said, “Damn, you look about a million times better than any counselor that Jason Voorhees ever killed in any of those movies.”

Carol laughed and said, “This was all your idea, Brenden, I don’t watch scary movies, remember?”

“Yeah, you big chicken,” Brenden said as he headed to the bedroom to get dressed. As he was pulling his costume out of the back of the closet Carol said to him, “I’m going to go fix my hair.”

“Ok,” Brenden replied. “Oh, by the way, did you take care of your ass like I asked? I’d hate to be doing this at Martin’s house and then end up with a bigger mess on our hands than we are expecting.”

“Yes, Brenden, I took care of everything! I can’t believe I willingly gave myself an enema, either,” Carol said as she turned back toward the bathroom.

Brenden told her, “Some people find that enemas can be erotic!”

“I’m not one of them,” Carol said.

Twenty minutes later, Brenden snuck up behind Carol in the bathroom and slid the fake knife up to her throat in his full Jason Voorhees’s outfit, hockey mask, shredded shirt and filthy trousers. Carol was still applying the make up for the slit throat that she was going to have on. “Brenden, you’re going to ruin it, baby.” She turned around and looked at him and glanced at his outfit and said, “What did you do? Go out and roll in the dirt?”

“Yeah,” Brenden said, “I’m going for authenticity here.”

“Okay,” Carol said, “A bit much if you ask me.”

“Come on, let’s go, or we’re going to be late,” Brenden said to her as he took his hockey mask off to show her that he was wearing a hood that made his head look just like that of Jason Voorhees.

“Oooooh, scary,” Carol laughed at him.

“Yeah, you’re going to think real scary when I get my dick in your ass later,” Brenden said.

“You’re obsessed with my ass,” Carol told him.

“Ever since you agreed to let me have it on Halloween, I’ve counted the days,” Brenden said.

“Did you bring the lube?” Carol asked him very seriously.

“Right here,” Brenden said pulling it out of his pants pocket.

“Then let’s go,” Carol told him.

Once they arrived at the party the two mingled together for quite a while until they got separated and Brenden had told Carol that his signal that it was time was going to be when he snuck up behind her and put the knife to her neck as he had in the bathroom.

For nearly an hour, Carol looked around for Brenden because it was getting late and she was getting very tired at this point. She put her head around the corner and when she did so, Brenden placed his hand over her mouth and the knife up to her neck. He guided her to the master bedroom and threw her on the bed before he locked the door to the room. She looked up in mock fear and lifted her hands and said, “Please don’t hurt me, please.”

Instead of a response, Brenden tossed the knife illegal bahis aside and grabbed the snap on Carol’s shorts and quickly unsnapped them.

“Oh, no, you’re not going to rape me are you?” Carol asked still faking her fear.

Brenden nodded and in a muffled voice said, “In all your holes, bitch!”

In shock, Carol looked up and him at for the moment dropped the scared little teenager act and said, “Don’t be such an asshole or you won’t get my asshole.” With a small chuckle, Brenden reached down behind her ass and yanked the shorts from her body and tossed them against the wall. As he looked down at her, Carol tried to cover her black lace thong with her hands. As she hid herself, Brenden got up off the bed and grabbed Carol’s head and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her head was hanging off it upside down. He reached down and unzipped the dirty trousers and hauled out his rapidly hardening cock and drove it into her mouth, causing his balls to slap her nose. She was excited because this was a new sexual position for them. The faster he drove in the deeper he went causing Carol to choke and gag. Saliva ran out of her mouth and up toward her nose and eyes and Brenden fucked her mouth with reckless abandonment. Carol was aware that the saliva was ruining her makeup, but this was a side of her husband that she had never seen before and she was really enjoying it. Then she heard a very loud banging noise and pushed Brenden away enough to take his hard cock out of her mouth and ask, “Hey, baby, what was that?”

Brenden pulled away and turned Carol over on her stomach and started spanking her and in his muffled voice he said, “Something that goes bump in the night.”

The spanking increased in intensity causing Carol to begin to sob, with tears coursing down her face she knew that she was suffering more damage to her makeup, but this was what she had wanted for a very long time was for Brenden to give it to her and make her like it. Then he slid his hand around and slid it underneath her panties, and onto her tight puckered asshole and dipped his finger in very carefully so as not to hurt her. Carol let out a shocked shriek as he slid his finger into the first knuckle and wiggled it, causing her great delight.

Without warning Brenden spun her around and yanked the panties off her body as he stared down at her from his superior position on the bed. Brenden then reached down and began to massage Carol’s pussy with his fingers, teasing her with them making her wetter with anticipation as she reached out and caressed his cock with her fingers. It responded by growing larger and harder than she had ever seen it in her life. “Damn, does Jason really want this counselor’s tight little ass?”

Brenden nodded at her. Carol smiled at him and said, “Fuck my pussy then you can have my hot little virgin ass!”

Brenden plowed into her pussy with a force that she had never ever felt before, she didn’t know what was getting into Brenden but she was enjoying it. Then as he drove his hard cock in deeper and harder filling her pussy like he never had before she heard that banging noise again and was very concerned as it sounded like it was coming from inside this very room. She put a hand on Brenden’s chest and asked, “What is that noise?”

Brenden responded, “Probably the bed slamming the wall or something!” Then drove his cock into her again and again. Carol felt her whole body respond as she realized that for the first time in their marriage Brenden was going to make her cum from intercourse alone!

Her body tightened and she gasped out, “Oh, God, baby, I’m cumming! Oh Jesus, yes, I’m cumming all over your big hard fucking cock!”

Brenden laughed at her then yanked the lube out of his pocket as she kept writhing on his cock and when she lay back to relax without pulling her pussy off his still throbbing cock, he grabbed her leg and twisted her till she was up on her side and he had one leg outstretched along his chest and the other was a bent angle underneath his parted legs.

Carol yapped out in pain, “Damn it, Brenden, not so fucking rough, this is your fantasy not mine!” She yapped again as he smeared the lube onto her asshole before he spun her on around till she was on her knees causing her to cry out again

“You ready, you little fucking slut? You been fucking every male teenager at this fucking camp and now you run up on me bitch and I don’t want your loose fucking pussy, I want your tight hot unfucked ass, bitch,” Brenden growled his voice still muffled by the masks, but Carol was sure that it had to be her husband getting ready to take her anal cherry.

“Fuck my ass you big overgrown fucking psychopathic murderer! Fuck my virgin ass,” Carol yelled out since Brenden was in character she wanted to be in character too.

Then it happened without further ado, he grabbed the back of her hair aimed his large cock at her puckered asshole and in one swift shove illegal bahis siteleri drove deep inside her ass for the very first time!

“Ow, that fucking hurts, was that all of your cock!” Carol screamed at him.

“No,” a reply came before he shoved his cock all the way in causing her to shriek out in pain before he said, “that’s all my cock in there now!”

“I thought you were going to be gentle!” Carol cried with tears running down her face from the pain as still she stayed on her knees and tried to endure the punishment that her asshole was taking as Brenden kept pounding at her ass.

“Fuck gentle, I waited too long and you teased me too much for gentle,” Brenden said as he drove harder into her ass, causing her to grunt in pain and more tears to run down her face and she knew that she had to look at this point like a deranged raccoon due to the makeup that had been smeared all over her beautiful features.

Just when Carol began to get accustomed to the feeling of a cock slamming into her ass, Brenden gasped out, “I’m gonna cum deep in your ass, bitch!”

Carol groaned, “Turn me over and take that mask off, I want to see the look on your face when you cum in my ass for the first time!”

Brenden pulled out with a loud pop and slung her around and slammed her onto her back then slid his cock back into her now gaping asshole. Then he grabbed her arms and held them over her head with one hand before he grabbed the hockey mask and yanked it off, leaving the latex mask that looked like the face of Jason Voohees on. “I’m going to shoot so deep that cum is going to be dripping out of your ass for an entire fucking week!”

Carol cried out to him, “Take that mask off too, please!”

Brenden cried out, “Oh fuck!” as he began to shoot his load and as he was cumming he reached up and yanked off the mask that he was wearing and instead of it being Brenden, Carol saw the face of her former co-worker, Steve! The shock of the fact that she was having anal sex with a man that wasn’t her husband and the feel of him cumming in her ass sent Carol over the edge into the throes of another screaming orgasm.

Once the two had stopped cumming they looked at each other and in anger, Carol snarled, “Where in the fuck is Brenden?” That question was answered by more loud banging and this time Carol knew that it was somewhere in this room.

Steve rose off the bed his cock still dangling from the unzipped pants and he went to the closet and opened it and there was Brenden, tied up to the bar inside the closet naked with a gag in his mouth and with a massive hard on from the scene he had just witnessed. Steve noticed Brenden’s hard cock and laughed at him, “I guess you liked watching your wife get her shit fucked up by another man didn’t you, stud?”

Carol began to cry and looked at Steve and said, “What in the hell was this, Steve? You had the hots for me and never told me or what?”

Steve said, “Relax, Carol, it was a trick and you enjoyed it!”

Carol got off the bed and moved toward Brenden with every intent of freeing him. “I won’t lie I did enjoy it! I just thought that you were Brenden my, husband!”

Steve retaliated by saying, “Stupid, every day at work we hear about how hot your and his sex life are and how he eats your pussy till you cum! Then I realized that this Halloween party is the perfect chance to give you a taste of a different dick for a change! Play a trick on you, Carol! Since you’re such a bitch about though; fuck you, fuck him, and trick or treat bitch!” He then zipped up his pants and left the room and closed the door behind him.

Carol yanked the gag off Brenden’s mouth and kissed him deeply, “I’m sorry, baby! I didn’t think this would happen at all!”

Brenden said, “Don’t apologize it was actually kinda hot watching you fuck him! I’m harder than I’ve ever been right now!”

Carol glanced down at his raging cock and wrapped her hand around it and began stroking him while he was still tied up!

“Let me go, and I’ll finish what he started,” Brenden gasped as he hand stroked him faster and faster.

“No, I like you like this, I decide when you’re gonna cum and you can’t stop me,” Carol said stopping her stroking and reaching down to caress his large balls. Brenden gasped as she did this. Without warning she slid her hand back up to his cock and started to massage it again.

“Jesus, Carol, I’m going to cum,” Brenden moaned as she sped up her strokes.

“That’s it baby; I want to see that big cock shoot its massive load for me! Show me how hot you thought it was watching another man fuck my virgin ass!” With a loud groan his body tightened up and he started to shoot his load! His body contracted seven times each shot growing weaker than the previous one. After his cock had stopped shooting, Carol ran her fingers from the base all the way to the head milking every drop of cum from him. There was a line of sticky canlı bahis siteleri cum on the floor from the edge of the bed all the way to where Brenden stood tied to the bar in the closet.

Carol untied her husband before getting dressed, she glanced at Brenden standing there with his hands covering his now limp cock and said, “Baby, get dressed so we can go!”

“I can’t, that asshole took my clothes!”

Muttering to herself Carol grabbed a bathrobe from the bathroom and said, “Here wear this, if anybody says anything tell them that’s your costume!”

Brenden slid the bathrobe on and belted it and joined Carol as they exited the bedroom and went to thank their hosts. Martin looked strangely at the pair and said, “Carol did you do your makeup like that on purpose? Brenden, I thought that you were going to be Jason and she was to be a victim, but I don’t remember any of the movies in which Jason ran around in a bathrobe. “

Carol said, “I used onions to make myself cry so I could look more authentic!” Then she looked at Brenden for his explanation as to his appearance.

Brenden said, “The costume shop was all out of Jason costumes so we had to improvise a little.”

“So what are you supposed to be?” Martin asked. “Nice robe though, I have one just like it in my bathroom!”

Carol thought quickly and said, “He’s a flasher!” Brenden smiled and quickly yanked open the robe and closed it back just as quickly. Martin laughed and said, “That looks almost real!”

Carol and Brenden laughed nervously and turned and left the party quickly.

In the car, Carol asked, “How did he get your clothes and everything?”

Brenden said, “He held a knife and said if I didn’t do exactly what he wanted me to that he was going to kill Jason Voorhees! He forced me into the room told me to strip naked then he tied me up and put on my costume shoved my underwear into the laundry chute closed the closet door and told me to enjoy the show. I had no idea what was going on until he came back into the room with you! At first I thought it was some kind of a trick that you were playing on me then I realized it wasn’t and I started kicking at the door trying to get your attention.”

Carol smiled at him, “Well, it wasn’t a trick, but just wait till Steve gets his treat!” The pair laughed as they drove off into the night.

A couple weeks later Steve was sitting in his doctor’s office with his pants and underwear around his ankles and an old man wearing glasses between his legs examining the red bumps that had come up on his cock in the last few days. Steve said, “Well doc, is it a heat rash?”

The doctor looked at him and said, “Have you been sexually active lately?”

Steve said, “Last time was at a party right before Halloween.”

“Did you practice safe sex?” the doctor asked him.

“Well, no, she’s been married for a long time! I thought she was safe!”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Steve, but you have contracted herpes from this woman! So was the treat worth the trick?”

Steve hung his head and suddenly a memory flashed in his mind that he hadn’t remembered until now, Carol had been whispering to her only true friend at the company Sherri and he caught part of the conversation.

“Hey, you’re only doing anal with him right?” Sherri asked.

“Yeah,” Carol responded.

“Hell, just as long as he stays out of your pussy till it clears, he will be fine,” Sherri responded. “Me and Shane do it all the time and it never hurts us!”

Carol said, “I have some Monistat do you think that will clear it up before the party?”

Sherri answered, “It never hurts to try.”

Steve had assumed that she was talking about a yeast infection because of the Monistat comment, never for a moment did he suspect that Carol had herpes. Silently, he cursed himself for not just fucking the bitch’s ass instead he had to take her pussy first!

The doctor said, “Steve, there is no cure for this, you will have herpes forever!”

Steve said, “Yeah! I said trick or treat bitch, to her but, I got tricked!”

The doctor said, “You got to have sex with her though!”

Steve said, “Yeah, but I’d rather gone home and jerked off than know that I have to schedule my sex life around my outbreaks!”

The doctor said, “The receptionist will have some reading material as to what you can and cannot do. Oh, and Steve, masturbation is the safest form of sex there is.”

Steve said, “Thanks, doc,” and headed for the receptionist desk.

The doctor went into his office and called a phone number and spoke into it, “Carol, I just saw your friend Steve, he has a massive case of herpes!”

Carol smiled into the phone and said, “Thanks, daddy!”

She hung up the phone looked at Brenden pulled a condom from her purse and said, “Let’s go celebrate! Steve has herpes! Teach him to fuck around where he doesn’t belong!”

Brenden looked at her and said, “Trick or treat, bitch!”

Carol said, “No tricks, baby this is all treat! I want your cock in my ass now that I’m not so sore anymore! Put on that costume and take my ass like you wanted to the party that night!”

Brenden growled, “Hell yeah!”

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The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to look at people without them being offended. It’s as if you are harmless and so people don’t mind if you stare a bit.

I always liked these seats, as they gave you a chance to look at the passengers, which was always pleasurable if they are attractive women. Being sixty doesn’t stop one admiring the opposite sex, and as you’ll find out later.

There was a young lad, and an older man opposite, whilst next to me was a middle aged lady reading a book. The lad was listening to his Ipod and nodding to the music.

I always caught the bus to work, the slow pace and hassle free mode of travel suited me. I hated finding car park spaces and having to cope with the busy traffic.

It also gave me a chance to watch people and take the world in at a more leisurely pace. The bus stopped several times as it made its way toward the centre of the town. The seats around me filled up and I found myself sitting beside a man with an umbrella, though there was no sign of rain, and the spare seat opposite was taken by an elderly lady with a shopping bag.

Once more the bus set off, taking us passengers to all those different personal destinations, I bet no one was going to one like mine, I mused.

The bus once more slowed down with the brakes squealing a bit as they came to a halt. There was a huff of air as they were released and the door opened. A few people got off and were replaced by several who boarded. The bus was fast filling as we drew closer to the town centre with all the seats now taken. The last person to get on caught my eye. She was an attractive girl probably in her mid twenties, with short brown hair, dressed in a one piece blue and white striped light wool dress, that was quite figure hugging. She looked up the bus but seeing no spaces, stood in front of me taking hold of the chrome pole.

Her hands were well formed with elegant fingers and medium length nails varnished with a clear polish. I saw she had no rings on her fingers. Her wrist sported a small watch with a dark blue strap and large face.

The bus once more pulled away, with the passengers swaying from the movement. I looked up at the woman and was momentarily rewarded with her looking directly at me. She had an oval face, with well spaced eyes, almost a little Asian, with a small straight nose over a generous mouth, with neutral lipstick. As she looked about, I noted she had a fine neck that I followed down to her chest, which certainly interested me. The dress hugged her breasts which I assessed to be probably a C cup 37 or 38. They seemed large illegal bahis on her smallish frame and from the sooth contours of her dress I was wondering whether she had a bra on or not. I continued to examine them and noted two bumps where her nipples forced the material out. She must have fairly prominent nipples, for them to be seen like this. I felt a familiar tingling in my loins.

I carried my inspection on down her body admiring the flat tummy and slight hips. The material folded slightly into her crotch, and filled out a little as it wrapped around her thighs. The dress stopped about mid thigh, under which I could see a well shaped pair of legs and calves. She was wearing medium heels that gave her legs a nice shape. As she turned around I was rewarded by the sight of her small bum embraced by the soft material, shaping itself to the muscles of her buttocks, which flexed as she balanced on the swaying bus.

I stared some more, looking for the tell-tell line of her knickers where the elastic pulled her soft flesh in, but there were none. I felt my tingling getting even stronger. Was she wearing any knickers? I continued to examine her buttocks for signs of the contrary, but no I was sure the smoothness of her dress could only be obtained if she was not wearing any. Of course she could be wearing a thong with the strap cutting up between her buttocks caressing her anus and just covering her sex. I mused on an image of the strap disappearing between her firm buttocks, lovely.

More excitingly I wondered is she was naked underneath the one piece of clothing she was wearing, her bare pussy just inches away from indecency.

I looked up once more as she looked out of the window over my head. She didn’t even notice me, old and harmless, I grinned as I turned over this thought in my mind. I wondered what she would be like naked, would there be any scars or unsightly moles. No I was sure this lady had a flawless skin.

I raised my eyes and stared at her chest, the bus bounced on the badly made road and I was rewarded with the sight of her breasts also bouncing. She was definitely braless; they bounced some more as the bus continued along this rough piece of road, charming. I wondered where she was going, was she meeting a lover at some special rendezvous dressed like this? Surely she wasn’t going to work as a secretary. Would she be bending over the desk at work, her boss ramming his hard cock into her subservient body? Or giving him a blow job before the day started. I looked up and smiled at her, but she ignored me, preferring to look out of the windows at the passing street scene.

The bus slowed down and several people from the front of the bus needed to get by, forcing her to move closer to me, her breasts mere inches from my face. As she took her hand off the pole, to brush her hair, the bus suddenly braked and swayed to the left throwing the young women towards illegal bahis siteleri me. I held up my hands instinctively to steady her and for a brief moment they touched her on the breasts and hips, and in that moment I knew she was braless, the soft resistance of her mounds confirmed my suspicions. And as I took my hand away from her hips I also knew for certain she was not wearing any knickers, the naughty girl.

She apologised as she stood back up straight unaware of my interest. I murmured no problem back to her as she blushed a bit, no doubt aware of my touch on her breasts.

The bus stopped and the man opposite got up and left, leaving a seat which she sat back into. I noted she was very careful to keep her knees together as she sat down. The dress exposed half her thigh, it seemed a strange piece of clothing to wear if she had no knickers on underneath, as it formed a straight line across her thighs, where the shadow slid up even further covering her sex. This led me thinking to whether she had a shaved pussy or a full maidenhead, I hoped she had it trimmed, but not too severely just enough to keep her labia free of hair, whilst creating a pleasing furry triangle above them. I do love that curved mound adorned with fur when naked women are seen from the side.

She was certainly gorgeous, creating as I fantasised about her a pleasing feeling in my cock.

She looked around as I continued to daydream, my dick feeling tight as I imagined squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. Her cunt would be warm and moist as my fingers slid between her thighs. Ah, I wondered if she was a moaner or a panter, and would she thrust herself upwards as my cock head entered her. I smiled to myself as I continued to daydream about her.

All too soon my journey came to an end, and as the bus slowed down to stop at the final destination, I prepared to get up. She was also getting off and had turned around to make her way to the doors. I followed enjoying smelling her scent as I stood just behind her.

The bus stopped and she got off turning to the left and walked away as I turned to the right. What a great start to the day, I mused as I bought a paper from the local vendor and selected my favourite café for a drink.

I ordered a coffee and looked around, the place was crowded with office workers and business men, but fortunately I found a small table and sat down. I checked my watch and calculated I had about half an hour or so before I needed to be at work.

I opened a silver pill case I carry with me and popped one of the small green tablets into my mouth and washed it down with a gulp of water.

The place was busy with people coming and going, the sounds of the music almost hidden by the noises from behind the counter and the general murmur of conversation. I carried on reading my paper until, with 15 mins before I was due for work I downed the last canlı bahis siteleri dregs of my coffee, folded my paper, and stood before saying goodbye to Max the owner.

“Another hard day at the office Dave?”

“Yes, I always hope I’ll have a hard one,” I chuckled as I left.

I had only a brief walk to work, walking back towards and past the bus stop where I had got off. I hummed a tune, as I strolled along, my mind drifting back to the young woman on the bus, my cock growing heavier as I remembered her. I turned down a small alley between the bank and a tobacconist. It led through the city block, but half way through, I turned into a short alley where I stop in front of a red door and after entering a pass number on the entry lock, pushed it open. In front of me was a short staircase leading up to a landing where there were several doors. I walked to the end one and entered the room.

“Hi Jack!” Angela greeted, from her desk. She took care of bookings, models, clients and acted as general dogsbody. Her bright cheery face was always a pleasure to see. “Dave wants to start early today, are you almost ready?”

“Hang on I’ll check.” I said, reaching down to unzip my flies and with a quick flick of my fingers, pull out my cock.

“Jack, you’re incorrigible!” She laughed as my cock semi-erected itself before her. “I don’t know how you keep going at your age.”

“Practice dear and chemicals,” I laughed with her as we both looked down as it grew longer and longer finally standing out at almost its full nine inches. The head purple with veins that stood out on its 2 inch width.

She continued to stare at it as if mesmerised.

I broke the silence, “Oh well, I better get ready, it’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.”

I winked at her as I walked past her desk my cock still standing out in front and entered the next room where there were two dressing tables and in front a screen that could be passed on either side.

I called out, “Dave, I’m here.”

“Good, whenever you’re ready, we’ll be videoing today.”

Great, I thought as I removed my jacket, I love videoing, none of this stop and start stuff, continual fucking, that’s what I liked.

I sat, removing my shoes and socks. My shirt followed, then trousers, and finally I slipped off my pants to stand there naked with my cock now almost fully erect, the Super Viagraforte having done its job. I’d be hard for hours with the right stimulus, nice tits, fanny or a pleasant face.

I checked myself in the mirror, smoothed what little hair I had left and walked round the screen into the studio.

Imagine my delight when I saw who I was fucking today. It was the girl on the bus, now naked, and sitting on the edge of a chair her legs wide apart displaying her lightly furred pussy and cunt slit, whilst the makeup girl kneeling in front of her checked she was tidy down there.

The girl looked up at me and to crown what was looking to being a good day into a truly great one, was her comment when she saw my 9″ erect cock waggling in front of me as I walked over.

“My God, I’ve not got to take that up my arse, have I?”

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A few classes had passed since the class on the human anatomy. The next few topics were less interesting, but still very informative.

First, we paired up in the same groups as before, and studied each other’s bodies closely, one on one. While interesting, if I wrote about that, it would be somewhat repetitive, so I’ll skip it.

After that, we covered various measurement techniques, including shirt-sizes, pant-sizes, and especially bra-sizes. I found out during that class that I had been wearing the wrong bra-size for years. I thought I was a 34A or 32B, but really I’m more like a 28D. Bra sizes are confusing!

We also covered some other important, but boring topics, such as reproduction and STDs. For a homework assignment, we were all required to get an tested for a variety of STDs, as a prerequisite for the rest of the course. That was due in three class periods.

So, today’s story is about day seven of class.

I was getting more comfortable with the class, so I didn’t arrive quite as early anymore, but I always arrive a bit before class, and today was no exception. I got there about five minutes before.

Just like the past couple of classes, everyone that was already there had stripped to their birthday suits. I quickly found my seat, stripped off my clothes, put them in my bag, and sat down. I didn’t bother covering up anymore, because there was no real reason to. Everyone there had already seen it all, and nobody else was covering up. Thinking back on it, I’m actually somewhat surprised at how little time it took for each of us to get so comfortable in our nudity.

At 7:01, Ms Sharon walked in, with the same amount of clothes as the rest of us. I kind of wondered how early she got nude. Did she strip right before walking over to the class, or was she naked all morning? I hadn’t seen her with clothes on in so long, that I could no longer picture her wearing them.

“Hello class,” she said, as she placed her bag in it’s usual spot on the table. “I’m glad to see you’re all comfortable being nude with your fellow classmates, because you will all be getting much more familiar with each other today. Our topic is masturbation, sex toys, and the orgasm.

“To start today’s class, we will discuss masturbation. Who here has masturbated before?” Almost everyone raised their hands. “Good. Those of you who say you haven’t, I don’t believe you. But in case you really haven’t, today will be the end of that.

“Everyone, please get in your normal masturbation positions. For those of you that say you haven’t ever done it: males generally grab their shaft and stroke it, and females either rub their clitoris or stick their fingers inside their vaginas, aka finger themselves.”

We all did as Ms Sharon said, placing our hands on our genitals, and we started to rub and stroke ourselves. I as a little hesitant at this, but once I’d seen many of my classmates (especially the boys) start in on themselves, I relaxed. I spread my legs, leaned back, put the first two fingers of my right hand on my clit, and started rubbing it in a small circle.

“Good. I want you all to continue masturbating, but please save your orgams until later. Now, I’m going to show you all several sex toys. For each toy, I will need one volunteer to demonstrate how it is used. In some cases, I will need two volunteers.”

Ms Sharon then reached into her bag, and pulled the first toy out. It was a simple, flesh-colored dildo, about 5.5 inches long, and 1.5 inches wide, with balls on the end. It looked much like some of the cocks I saw the boys holding in their hands. “This is a dildo. It is designed to simulate a male penis. Dildos come in many shapes, and sizes, and have a variety of features. This one is a simple one. Generally dildos are used by females, but some males use them as well.

“Now, who would like to demonstrate how this dildo is used?” Of course, nobody raised their hands. “Come on, people. This is the most basic toy I have. It only gets more complex from here.” After another moment, Sofia raised her hand.

“Good, Sofia. Please come up here.” Sofia stood, walked to the front, and took a seat on the table. “Alright, Sofia. Have you used a dildo before?” She nodded. “Okay, then you know what to do. I’ve also brought some lubricant if anyone needs it. Everyone watch closely.”

Sofia squirted a little lube on the dildo, opened her legs, and slid the dildo inside of her pussy. As she slid it in, she closed her eyes. She slowly slid it in and out. From her facial expressions, I could tell she was enjoying the feeling, but she was a bit embarrassed by being singled out like that. A moment later, we all heard her start moaning.

After about a minute or so of Sofia fucking herself with the dildo, Ms Sharon said, “Good, Sofia, that’s exactly right. Thank you for the demonstration. You may take your seat now.” Sofia pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and stood up. She offered it to Ms Sharon, but she refused. “Oh, no. Please, keep it illegal bahis for the rest of class. That goes for everyone else who volunteers as well.”

Sofia walked back to her seat, reinserted the dildo, and continued fucking herself.

“Alright, next up, we have the vibrator,” said Ms Sharon, as she pulled another dildo from her bag. This one was larger than the last; maybe 6 inches long and 2 inches wide. “This toy requires batteries, because when it’s switched on, it created a vibration throughout the rubber shaft, which most females enjoy. Additionally, this dildo has piece known as a rabbit ear, which rubs against a woman’s clitoris. Who would like to demonstrate the usage of this toy?”

After a couple seconds, Latoya’s hand went up. Ms Sharon nodded, and Latoya came to the front, taking a seat on the table.

“Thank you Latoya,” said Ms Sharon, as she passed the vibrator to Latoya. Latoya didn’t bother with the lube, since she was already quite wet on her own. She easily slid the large dildo inside her pussy. When it was all the way in, she turned a knob on it, and we all heard a buzzing sound, and saw Latoya’s head tilt back in pleasure.

“Good, Latoya,” said Ms Sharon, “Make sure you also rub the rabbit ear against your clitoris. Yes, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Latoya nodded.

“Alright, Latoya, you may take your seat.”

Latoya took her seat, and Ms Sharon continued, pulling the next toy out of her bag. It was about 7 inches long, with what looked like a pussy on one end. “Now, I don’t want the men in the room to feel left out, so next we have the fleshlight. This toy is designed to simulate the female vagina. Who would like to demonstrate it’s usage?”

Tony Baker didn’t hesitate to stick his hand in the air.

“Alright, Mr Baker,” said Ms Sharon. Tony walked to the front, and took the fleshlight from Ms Sharon. He then placed it at the tip of his large cock, and slid himself inside it. He then jacked himself off with it, fucking the rubber vagina.

“Excellent, Tony,” said Ms Sharon. “This fleshlight also has a vibration feature. Let me switch that on for you.” She reached down, grabbing the fleshlight (and thus Tony’s cock), in her hand. She slid the toy up and down a couple times, before flipping a switch on the side of it. Instantly, Tony leaned back and started writhing in pleasure. Then she flipped it off.

“Good, Tony. You may take your seat.” He did, as Ms Sharon continued, pulling the next toy out of the bag. “This is sometimes called a magic wand. The tip of it vibrates with a much higher intensity than the dildos, and can be controlled by a switch on the handle. It is generally used by women to rub their clitoris. Who would like to volunteer to demonstrate the wand?”

Nobody raised their hand, at first, but eventually Barbara volunteered. She stood, took the usual spot on the table, and spread her legs. Ms Sharon handed her the wand, and Barbara turned it on and started rubbing it against her pussy. Ms Sharon gave her a few tips before sending her back to her seat.

“Next, we have our first two-person toy.” said Ms Sharon, as she pulled two small, metal objects, about 2 inches long, out of her bag. “These are remote controlled vibrators. A girl inserts it into her vagina, and the remote controls the intensity of the vibration. It can be used by a single person, but today we will use it in pairs. I have two of them, so we need two females. Since our last toy also needs two females, I will ask for one female volunteer, and two males, please. I will be the other female.”

Most of the boy’s hands shot up, but none of the girls. Ms Sharon picked Filipe and Ken. After another moment, I decided to volunteer. I’d rather have this toy, than be forced into whatever the next one was.

“Alright, Samantha, take a seat up here. We’ll both insert them at the same time.”

I sat on the edge of the table, and spread my legs apart. Then, Ms Sharon and I pushed the small metal devices completely into our pussies. Then we stood up.

“How does that feel, Samantha?” asked Ms Sharon.

“A little cold, but fine otherwise,” I replied.

“Good. Alright, Ken, you get my remote, and Filipe, you get Samantha’s.” She handed them to the students. “For the rest of today’s class, feel free to switch our toys on and off, and increase the intensity, whenever you’d like, but please refrain from making us orgasm until the end of class.”

I started walking back to my seat. Both the boys looked at their remotes. Filipe asked, “Does this knob increase the intensity?” as he turned it all the way up.

I lost my balance, and leaned on the table, as a loud moan escaped from my mouth. The vibration was very intense. “Yes, Ken,” I heard Ms Sharon say, “that’s the intensity. You can see that at full blast, it’s hard for the receiver to do much of anything else.”

“I see,” said Ken as he turned it down to about halfway. “Sorry about the surprise, Samantha. I just wanted to illegal bahis siteleri test it out.”

I stood back up, and walked back to my seat, as I replied, “It’s alright.”

Ms Sharon said, “That’s exactly how it should be used: at random times, to surprise the receiver. However, please don’t disrupt the class.” She pulled the last toy from her bag. “As I said earlier, this last toy is designed to be used by two females. Since we only have two remaining, I’ll ask that Nicole and Amy please come up here now.”

They were both a bit hesitant, but they didn’t have much choice. It had to be demo’d, and there were only two pussies left that weren’t already full or being rubbed: Nicole’s and Amy’s. They both walked to the front, and waited for Ms Sharon to give them instructions.

“Thank you, both,” she said, holding up the final toy, “This is a double dildo. At either end, there is a cock-shaped rubber shaft, and in the middle there is a handle. Generally, this is used by two females, but you can use it alone as well. Both of you, please lie on the table, with your heads facing away from each other.”

They did as Ms Sharon said. The table was a bit small, so both of their heads were hanging off the ends. Once they were in position, Ms Sharon continued.

“Good. Now, please spread your legs, and scoot a little closer to each other.” They did so. “Thank you. I’ll start with Amy, and then Nicole.”

Amy looked down and saw Ms Sharon put some lube on the tip of one end, then put the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. Ms Sharon slowly slid it inside of her.

“Good. Now, I’m going to need to slide it all the way in, so I can get it to the entrance of Nicole’s hole.”

I saw the dildo slide further and further into Amy’s pussy, and finally it stopped. Then Ms Sharon put some lube on the other end, and slowly slid it into Nicole’s pussy. I heard both of them moan as it slid inside Nicole, and out of Amy.

“Good.” said Ms Sharon, “Thank you both. Now we’re ready to demonstrate. Everyone, please stand and-Ohhhhhh!!.” Ms Sharon collapsed into the chair next to the desk.

I looked over and Ken had a grin on his face. Then I felt my vibrator start up as well. It slowly increased, until I couldn’t take it. I started moaning again. The moans of Ms Sharon and I continued, as Ken and Filipe both kept the vibrators at full intensity.

Ken then stood and walked to the front of the class, and said, “I’ll take over for a moment, Ms Sharon, if you don’t mind.” Ms Sharon nodded, and put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing. “Good. I’ll turn it down a bit, so you don’t disrupt me.” He turned the knob down, but Filipe kept his at full-blast for the time-being.

“Alright, everyone,” Ken continued, “I believe I know where Ms Sharon was going with this. Everyone please stand and come to the front of the class. Obviously, Ms Sharon and Samantha are exceptions for now. I want each of you to slide the double-dildo in and out of Amy and Nicole for 30 seconds each. Since I don’t want to leave Samantha out, she can go last.”

I couldn’t believe Ken had taken over the class. Ms Sharon wasn’t resisting at all, not that I could blame her. Ken might have turned the intensity down on hers, but if it was anything like mine, a small decrease intensity wasn’t going to do much. I could barely keep my eyes open, it was so distracting, and I definitely couldn’t keep from moaning. However, it wasn’t quite enough to push me over the edge into orgasm.

For the next six minutes or so, each student grabbed the handle of the double dildo and moved it back and forth between Amy and Nicole. Each time it slid, the girl it went into let out a moan.

“Alright, Samantha,” said Ken, when everyone else had gone. “Your turn. Filipe, please turn her vibrator down.” Filipe did as he said, and finally the vibration was tolerable. I took a moment to catch my breath, then stood and wobbled to the front of the class. I grabbed the handle between Nicole and Amy and slid it toward Amy, hearing her moan. Then I slid it towards Nicole, and heard a moan from her. Back and forth I went, fucking each of them with the dildo, and watching as their pussies leaked a lot of fluids onto the table. The entire time, I felt the constant buzz of the vibrator inside me, and I noticed some of my own fluid running down my leg.

When my time was up, Ken turned Ms Sharon’s vibrator down, and gave control of the class back to her. After a moment to catch her breath, she stood, and leaned against the wall.

“Wow. Good job, Ken,” she said. ” You were exactly right with what I wanted the class to do. Also, excellent timing with the vibrator. I didn’t anticipate it at all.

“Now, Amy and Nicole, please stay on the table. We’re almost at the last activity, and you’ll need to be there, but in the meantime, you may have a break.

“Today’s last topic is orgasm, also known as cumming. This is the most exciting part of sex. How many of you have experienced canlı bahis siteleri an orgasm before?” Every one of the boy’s hands went up, as well as most of the girls. “Good. Well, for those that haven’t, you’re in for a treat. Each of you, get with the partner, or pair of partners, from the first class. Kent and Roberto, come to the front to join your partners.”

It took everyone a moment to get with their partner. Tony and Alex retrieved my remote from Filipe, and came to join me, and John and Eric got Ms Sharon’s remote from Ken, and joined her.

“Good. Now that everyone is with their partner or group, I want each of you to bring the other to orgasm. This will be an excellent hands-on activity; no pun intended. Since Samantha and I have two partners, we will each cum twice, and make each of our boys cum once. I think Samantha and I can manage that.” She winked at me. I smiled back. “Alright, everyone. Have fun. There are some paper towels at the front to clean up with, once you’re done.”

Once Ms Sharon was finished speaking, everyone immediately began touching their partner. Tony and Alex seemed hesitant, like they didn’t want to gang up on me, so I started the action by reaching forward and grabbing both of their cocks, and I started jacking them off. Once they saw I was willing, Tony reached forward and grabbed my breasts, as Alex turned the knob on the remote up to medium-high. Once he did that, he reached down and started rubbing my pussy.

I looked around and saw many couples rubbing each other in various ways. I looked over to Ms Sharon, and saw she was in much of a similar position as I, with two cocks in her hands, and four hands rubbing her tits and pussy. Looking to the front, I saw Nicole and Amy had Kent and Roberto’s cocks in their hands. Each boy had one hand on their girls breast, and the other on the double dildo, moving it in unison between the two girls.

As I continued to watch all the action in the room, I quickly got very horny, and had my first orgasm within the first couple minutes. I was the first girl in the classroom, but not the first person; I could tell Ken beat me to that, because Latoya had cum all over her dark chest.

Once I was done, I decided to concentrate on the boys. I rubbed them faster and faster. Since I was right-handed, and Alex was in my right hand, he was first to blow his load. Since I was in control, I decided where it would go, so I pointed it right at my chest. The first glob landed on my right tit, and the second landed on my belly.

Now that Alex was finished, Tony and I concentrated on each other. We seemed to be in a race to see who would come first. I had two advantages: Tony was a guy, and I knew they took less time than girls; and I had already cum, so I was further away from cumming again. It seemed Tony was aware of this fact, because he reached over and turned up the intensity on my vibrator to full-blast, before return his hand to my pussy and inserting three fingers.

It took all my effort not to lean back and let go of Tony, but I was determined to finish him before he finished me. I was jerking him so fast, and he was fingering me at about the same speed. All around the room, I heard moans and saw cum flying, as well as bodies in the throes of orgasm. I knew Tony and I would be joining them soon.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let go of Tony, giving into the amazing orgasm. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let out a loud moan. However, Tony was apparently at the end of his rope too, because as soon as I opened my mouth to moan, a load of cum landed directly inside of it. The next couple loads landed all over my face. The surprise cumload just excited me even more, and made my orgasm that much more intense.

About 30 seconds later my orgasm had finished. I was still in a very high state of arousal, due to the vibrator buzzing away inside of me. Alex had turned it down, but it was still purring away. I opened my eyes and looked at Tony and Alex. They had both grabbed paper towels and were cleaning themselves off. Tony offered me one, and I took it. I started with my face, doing my best to get it all. Then I looked down and started on the load on my chest, which had dripped down to my belly.

Once I was satisfied with being clean enough, I looked around. Most of the guys had finished, and several of the girls. I saw Amy and Nicole had switched positions. They were both on their knees, facing away from each other. With the dildo still between them, they were doing each other doggy style. I knew they were close to finishing. However, it appeared Ken was having some trouble finishing Latoya. I decided I’d help him out.

I stood and walked over to the couple. Latoya was leaning back, with her ass on the edge of the seat, and her legs wide open. Ken was sitting on the floor between her legs, and had the vibrator in his hand. He was fucking Latoya with it, but not very quickly. It seemed his arm was getting tired.

“Do you want some help, Ken?” I asked as I approached.

Ken looked up at me, and said, “Sure, if you don’t mind. I never realized how much work it takes to get a girl off.”

I laughed. “Yep, it takes quite a bit more for us than it does for you guys.”

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Chapter 1

I had just finished my Plus 2 finals when my father informed me that I should go to Kerala to keep my Granny company.

“Your uncle and aunty are going to Mumbai to attend his boss’s son’s wedding. They are taking their Anu and Sutha (my young cousins) with them also as a holiday sight seeing. They will be away for two weeks . Granny will be alone. She cannot travel that far, you know. You can keep her company and the servants are there to look after the household.”

I was overjoyed to here this news as I was facing a hot and boring summer in Chennai.

“When do I leave, papa?” I asked eagerly.

“I have asked Muthu (his clerk) to book a ticket for tomorrow”

“A bit of country air will do you good” said my Mother. “I wish I can go too but you know your father, without me he is totally lost”

“It’s okay Amma, I think I will manage with Granny. I will be taking a few novels with me to keep me occupied. I look forward to the rains there.” I said.

I boarded the Mangalore Mail the next night and reached my village the following day by about 10.00 am. Granny invited me in and informed me that my uncle, aunt and cousins had left for Mumbai just that morning. She called for the maid Naani, who has been working for a few years now at our household. She joined work as a young girl, and had become a permanent worker more or less. When Naani walked into the hall, I had a shock. She was wearing a blouse made of thin material and was wearing a home tailored white bra commonly used in Kerala, and was wearing a white mundu (dhoti). The blouse was only making a half-hearted attempt to restrain her huge breasts. Her plump midriff was exposed, showing her deep navel and all six inches below it. Her pretty face lit up and she gave me broad grin when she saw me.

“Oh! Mohan etta (Elder Brother,a term of respect), when did you come? It has been two years since we saw you! How are your parents?” she inquired customarily.

“Oh, they are fine Naani, I was busy with my studies, that’s why I did not come for the past two years. I heard you were married, how is your husband?” I asked her.

“He is in Chennai, working in a factory. You have grown up now with a beard and moustache. He looks handsome, doesn’t he Granny?” she jokingly nodded at my Granny.

“Naani, take Mohan’s bags to the east room upstairs and prepare his bath.” My Granny told her.

As she carried my bags past me, I couldn’t help but appreciate her swaying firm bulging buttocks. She was about two years four years older than me. The last time I saw her she was wearing a loose blouse and skirt. Her features then were not remarkable. Maybe after two years she appears sexy to me, or maybe I have grown to appreciate women better.

I changed into my lungi and went to the bathroom to take my bath. Naani was there filling the big brass container with water. She handed me my towel and showed me where the soap box was. As she illegal bahis was going out, my hand accidentally brushed her buttocks. It sent a tinge through my entire body. The taught flesh, a result of hard work these village lasses do, is seldom felt in city girls. (You can feel them in crowded buses).

I took my bath and had my breakfast. Naani was not to be seen around. Since I did not have proper sleep in the train, I went to my room to lie down for a while. The next thing I knew was my Granny calling me down for lunch.

After lunch, Granny went for afternoon nap as usual. Since it was a hot day, I decided to go to the pond, where there is a pump-house under the mango tree on the high bank of the pond. Since it faces the paddy fields, there will be a cool breeze if you open the windows. I took a pillow and a novel to read. As I opened the window, I could see the village ladies planting paddy seedlings in my uncle’s fields. They were ankle-deep in mud; their dhotis tucked high exposing more than half their thighs. They were chatting and joking as they stooped and planted rows and rows of paddy seedlings. I lay down on the bench, opened my book and started reading. The cool breeze, the quiet countryside, the distant chatter of the women working soon lulled me to sleep.

I did not know how long I slept. When I woke up, it was almost sun set. I could hear people talking loudly nearby. The inside of the pump-house was getting dark. I realized that the ladies had finished their work for the day, and were washing up in the pond prior to going home. I peeked through the holes in the decorative cement blocks, which were used in the walls of the pump house to provide ventilation. I could not believe my eyes! The village women were actually taking their bath there. Since the pond was about ten feet below ground level, it offered relative privacy and outsiders never came here since it was on our private property.

The ladies were in various state of undress. Most of them were topless, only wearing a thin handloom towel around their waists. Some were washing their clothes; others were waist deep in the water scrubbing their bodies using tender coconut husks as sponges, yet others were on the steps leading to the pond, changing into clean clothes. Without the slightest bit of shyness, they stripped themselves naked and dried their bodies and hairs, before the stepped into clean clothes.

It was such a feast for my eyes! There were huge breasts, perky breasts, small cute breasts, and sagging breasts to ogle. My! What thighs! And what buttocks! Kerala village ladies have very firm and prominent buttocks. In the process of drying their hairs, some of them bent down with their buttocks facing me. They glistened in the setting sun. I noticed that all of them had hairy cunts. Since they were mostly standing, only their hairy triangles could be seen. With cool nonchalance they dressed up and one by one started leaving for home illegal bahis siteleri bidding each other good-bye.

My prick was engorged to the point of pain. Never had I seen such a sight before. Without realizing it I was stroking myself. My hands moved faster at the sight of so many semi-naked women. Soon I was squirting my juice profusely on the wall and cement floor of the pump house. I let out a small groan. Lucky for me the women’s chatter drowned it.

It was then that I noticed Naani coming down the steps with a bundle of clothes.

“Why so late Naani?’ one of the girls asked.

“I went home to take these dirty clothes. I won’t have time to wash them tomorrow” she replied as she put them down on the steps of the pond, at the water’s edge. She then proceeded to strip, removing her blouse and her mundu. For a second I had a glimpse of her well-rounded and formed buttocks, as she deftly covered her lower torso with a thin towel. She then proceeded to untie the knotted the local tailor made bra. Two large orbs leaped out as though they enjoyed the sudden freedom they were given after a whole day of being restricted in their tight confines. The towel being of a small size hardly covered her waist. It’s edges barely overlapped. As she took a step her voluptuous thigh was clearly exposed on one side. She sat on the water’s edge at the far end of the steps and proceeded to wash he clothes. Unfortunately her back was towards me and I felt a tinge of pang. One by one the women finished their bath and left. Naani was now alone. After having soaped all her laundry, she carried them to the washing stone, which was at the center of the steps. This time, she squatted facing me. From where I was peeping, I could clearly see between her thighs, the towel she was wearing barely doing its function. More over the setting sun’s light was just at the right angle to illuminate the dark recess. Her hairy mould was clearly visible now. I felt another wave of tingling in my groin as my prick stirred and swelled. I imagined I could see a reddish split amidst her dark furry mould. As she beat her clothes on the washing stone, both her firm globes were seen to swing up and down.

This sight was too much for me. I pumped my cock harder and faster. At one stage she must have felt an inch in her cunt, for she stopped for a moment, peered between her thighs and started to scratch her mould. But then, it must have been a profound itch, because soon she stood up, looked left and right, removed her towel, became completely naked and sat on the washing stone. She spread her thighs and as though she was showing her cunt to me, spread her cunt lips wide. Then with one finger she started to tease her clitoris, slowly at first, and then gathering speed, she used her entire hand to rub her cunt. She closed her eyes and started to moan softly. She was alternatingly opening and closing her thighs. With the other hand she was squeezing her breasts canlı bahis siteleri and pulling her nipples. My hand was equally busy. I pumped my prick with increasing speed. Then she did something surprising. She spat saliva on to her fingers and inserted three of them into her cunt and started moving them in and out. I had seen this in blue films, but this live show, that too by a village woman was an unimaginable for me. Her cunt must have been quite moist by now for I could hear the moist splashing sound her hand was producing. She bent down and watched her hand moving. She gradually increased her speed and finally clasped her hand with both her thighs while uttering a prolonged loud guttural sound. I spurted my juice once again in copious amounts. The wall and floor was wet once again.

Nanni had once again gained her composure. While sitting at the edge of the washing stone, she spread her cunt lips wide and started to piss. A strong jet of golden water arched through the air and landed on the step below. She must have been holding her water for quite some time now for the stream was spurting from between her red fleshy cunt lips for about five long minutes it seemed to me before it subsided in short jerky spurts and stopped. Her face showed a great sense of relief.

She then slowly stood up and proceeded to wash her clothes, completely naked. She must have known that no one will come here at this time. This time she was showing her bum to me. As she bent to rinse her clothes in the water her broad hips and fleshy big buttocks provided a tempting sight for me. I very nearly wanted to go and grab her from behind. What a lucky man her husband was! After finishing her washing, she proceeded to take her bath.

It was already dusk and getting dark. I could not see clearly. Only her outline was visible. I waited for her to finish her bath before getting out of the pump house. She dressed and gathered her washings and made to the path. I waited for another five minutes before locking up the pump house and going home.

As I neared my house, Nanni suddenly stepped out from behind a tamarind tree and blocked my path. I couldn’t hide my shock and shame for I knew then that she must have been aware of my presence in the pump house.

“Did you enjoy the show Mohan etta?” she asked me.

I hung my face and started to stammer.

She slowly brought her right hand to my groin and gently pressed my penis. I was taken aback by her deed. I was expecting a scolding from her and was afraid that she might tell my granny about it. Her gentle squeezing of my penis was producing the desired effect. It was a first for me and I let her continue.

“How did you know that I was in there?” I asked her.

“Just before going to my house to fetch my clothes I noticed that the windows were open. I peeked inside and saw you sleeping there. When I returned the windows were still open.”

My prick was now fully erect and was pushing my lungi into a tent. I held her hand to it, but she smiled at me and said, “Come again tomorrow”, and gently removed her hand and went on her way.

I had to tell a long story to my Granny about my whereabouts the whole afternoon.

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Mother became a widow aged forty. My father was twelve years older than her but still a bit young to have a heart attack. I often wondered how they had got it together in the first place because he was not good looking and tended to be a bit dull and old fashioned. They had married when she was twenty and I arrived two years later. It took her a while to get over his death.

Mother isn’t exactly cheesecake either. She is quite petite with short dark hair but perhaps a little plump. She has average breasts, nice legs and I suppose one could say she is pretty. I like my Mum and since Dad died I have tried to be a good son. Occasionally I bring her flowers and sometimes chocolates and she is always pleased when I do.

When I saw her masturbating, I was stunned. I wasn’t shocked or embarrassed, I could not believe my eyes. The reason I was so surprised was because I had never regarded her as a sexual person, which I suppose is really unfair.

This was how it happened. I had forgotten that the office computers were due to be upgraded and as we had to close for the afternoon, I bought Mum some flowers and headed home.

As I got out of the car I noticed that the downstairs curtains were drawn which was strange. For no other reason than I wanted to surprise her, I quietly entered and immediately heard the television. I carefully turned the handle of the lounge door and peered inside. The room was fairly dark because of the drawn curtains but in the light of the television screen I could clearly see Mother from one side.

There she was, her dress pulled up to her waist and her hand between her thighs. Her legs were open and her panties were around one ankle. The poor dear was watching a soft porn film from late night television. The sort of rubbish that showed naked breasts and buttocks but no genitals. Somehow she had managed to record it, which surprised me because she had always claimed that the machine was a mystery to her.

Anyway, a muscular guy was going down on a buxom girl and Mother was just about to come. I watched fascinated as she stiffened, arched her body, gave a little gasp and then subsided with her chin on her chest. I backed out quietly, got into my car and drove to the pub.

Over a pint I gave it some serious thought. I considered my feelings but what surprised me most was despite witnessing an erotic situation, I had not acquired even the semblance of an erection.

I am perfectly normal and heavily into masturbation, especially with my girlfriend Sue who is a randy bitch. We frig each other’s brains out and watching her going at it with a running commentary about how ‘hot and wet she is’, is enough to bring me off every time.

The truth was that I felt nothing but tenderness for my Mother and some pity. I had never given a thought to the fact that she might be sexually frustrated and I felt guilty. Why shouldn’t she get horny?

She was young enough and in good shape and her pussy was her own business; or was it? Watching a soft porn movie was pathetic, so I decided to also make it my business.

I stayed out until the normal time and then gave her the flowers. She was pleased and thanked me with the usual little kiss on my cheek and a hug. Then I went to my room and sorted through my porn to find the least offensive. No anal, just general screwing with the occasional blowjob.

Later I went to Sue’s and we had some action but my mind was elsewhere and she said I was boring.

The next evening was Sue’s Spanish class so I stayed home. After dinner, Mother sat reading a book and I was watching the end of a soccer game. I had already checked and sure enough the soft porn recording had been deleted. I went to my bedroom and got the disk.

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I decided to take the plunge anyway. I said, “Mother I’ve got a CD that I think you might enjoy. I hope you’ll watch it sometime when you’re alone.”

She looked interested. “What’s it about dear?”

“It’s a porn movie.”

I waited nervously for her reaction. Quietly she said, “Anthony, why would I want to watch that sort of thing?”

This was it. “Well Mother, the office was shut yesterday afternoon and I came home with the flowers. Without realising that you were otherwise engaged, I accidentally saw that you were enjoying yourself and I apologise.”

She sat frozen for a few moments just staring at me wide eyed as her cheeks illegal bahis flushed. Then without a word she got up and left the room. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and her bedroom door shut.

What should I do now? Well I couldn’t leave it hanging so I followed her upstairs. I knocked on her door and went in. She was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands and her back to me. In a whisper she said, “Please go away.”

I sat down beside her and resisted the urge to put my arm around her shoulders. I said, “Mother there is nothing wrong with masturbation. I do it all the time and I have done since I was a kid. I do it in bed, in the bath and I’ve even done it in the loo at work. Everyone does it. It’s a perfectly healthy and natural activity that is very enjoyable and completely free of charge.”

I suddenly realised that this was an odd conversation to be having with my mother when it should have been the other way around.

She replied, “You’ve embarrassed and humiliated me.”

“Mother I’m the one who should be ashamed. I’ve never given a thought to the fact that you’re in the prime of life with normal sexual desires, but from now on I will.”

I stood up and left the disk on the bed. “If you want to give yourself pleasure in the privacy of your own home then I urge you to see the real thing, not that rubbish you were watching yesterday. I’ve got dozens of them if you occasionally want a change of scenery. They’re all pretty much the same, except there are some that I don’t think you’re quite ready for yet.”

The next evening there was very little conversation during dinner and it was awkward. Finally when we sat down and she had picked up her book I enquired, “Well?”

“Well what dear?” she asked quietly.

“Did you watch it?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

“Mother nobody could resist having a peep so don’t expect me to believe you.”

She remained silent.

“If you don’t answer me,” I said ominously, “I’ll make you watch it.”

Her reaction was sharp. “All right I did watch it. There, are you satisfied? Now I’d like to change the subject please.”

I pressed on with, “What did you think of it?”

She looked down for several seconds and then slowly lowered her book. She sighed and in a resigned tone said, “As you already know that I masturbate and you are obviously not going to give up, yes it was the real thing and quite stimulating.”

“Ah yes, but did you do any stimulating?”

She replied tersely, “Mind your own business.”

I was persistent. “I’m assuming that you did and as I want to find the right porn for you, did you have an orgasm?”

She stayed silent as if considering her options. Then she replied resignedly, “As I have no dignity left at all; if you must know, yes I did and I’d now like to change the subject please.”

I left it at that but I was feeling really pleased with myself.

The following day I wondered how next I could increase her sexual pleasure. I thought about a vibrator but maybe she already had one.

Sue was due to start her periods and would always become short tempered at that time. I still enjoyed her company but she preferred to go out with her friends. Usually I would go pubbing with my pals but on this occasion I decided to stay home.

That evening there was a noticeable and surprising change in Mother. She was unusually bright and quite skittish. She even pinched my bottom as she walked past and giggled when she avoided my retaliation. During dinner she surprised me even more when she asked, “Did you have a good day Anthony? Behaved yourself I hope.”

“What do you mean, behaved myself?”

“Didn’t do it in the toilet then?”

It was so unlike her to make sexual innuendos that I wondered if she felt liberated now that her secret was known. I replied, “No I’ve been shagging Sue every night and I’m too knackered.”

I expected to be scolded for using vulgar words but all she said was, “Well don’t get her pregnant.” Then she asked, “Do you think the females in your office masturbate in the loo?”

It was becoming a conversation that I had not anticipated but I maintained a normal tone. “I’m sure they do, or at least we men fantasise that they do. If any girl is out for more than ten minutes, all the guys give each other knowing looks.”

I decided to regain the initiative by putting the ball into her court. “How about illegal bahis siteleri you? Are you ready for a change of scenery yet?”

“Oh whenever,” she replied casually, “I’m really not bothered.”

That was far too casual I thought. She definitely wants a change of porn.

After dinner I bought a few down from my room. “Let’s see what I’ve got here; ‘Flying High’, everyone is screwing on an aeroplane. The passengers are shagging the cabin crew and the captain gets a blow job on the flight deck.”

“Thank goodness for the autopilot,” said Mother.

“This is a good one; ‘Spirited Passion’. Three girls stay in a haunted mansion and get fucked by horny ghosts. I didn’t believe any of it. Here’s a different sort of porn; ‘Roped In’; it’s bondage.”

“What’s bondage?” Mother asked.

“Couples take it in turns to tie each other up and then do naughty things while the other one is helpless.”

“What strange behaviour”, she said. “I’ll have a look at that one some time, just out of curiosity.”

I immediately had the wildest idea. Did the thought of bondage arouse her? I decided to find out.

I went to the kitchen and got three tea towels from a drawer. Then I carried a straight-backed chair and put it down in front of the television screen. Mother was looking alarmed. “What are you doing Anthony?”

“Come over here and sit down Mother.”

“No I most certainly won’t,” and she made for the door.

I cut off her escape and lifted her with one arm around her waist. She was no weight at all and I carried her to the chair and sat her down.

She was looking really scared. “What on earth are you doing, have you gone mad?”

I took one of the towels, pulled both her hands behind the chair and wrapped it around her wrists. Then I went to the front and despite twice being kicked in the face, I managed to secure each ankle to opposite legs of the chair. Her legs were bare so I removed her shoes.

During the whole operation she was frantic and alternated between threats and pleas. She was never going to speak to me again. How dare I do this to my mother? And please untie her because she didn’t feel well.

Finally she said calmly, “Anthony I know we’ve been discussing some intimate subjects recently but you are going too far. If I have given you the wrong idea, then I have made a serious mistake and I apologise.”

I sat down and checked my nose to see if it was bleeding. I said, “Mother you have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of touching you because this is just an experiment. We are going to watch a porn film together. The only difference is; you are tied up and I am not.”

I selected a disk that contained a mixture of tracks that I had edited from others and which contained all the best horny bits. I put it in the player and dimmed the lights.

Mother protested that she wasn’t in the mood to watch porn, the towel was hurting her wrists and she thought she was going to faint any minute. I started a track and she said she had her eyes shut and wasn’t going to look.

I sat down in an armchair slightly behind and to the right so I could see her but she would have difficulty in seeing me without straining her neck.

The first track was a short amateur affair involving a naked young couple and had clearly been filmed at home. The girl was kneeling astride the boy and masturbating a few inches in front of his face. They were both very exited and she kept telling him that she was going to come soon. He was stroking his cock behind her back and kept squeezing the end to stop from coming. She finally achieved an orgasm by grabbing his head and frantically rubbing her pussy all over his face while he ejaculated impressively.

Halfway through the sequence, Mother stopped protesting and with an exaggerated sigh as if to humour me sat quietly. I watched her closely.

The next track I played was one of the horniest sequences I had ever seen. A naked girl was roped to a bed. Her hands were secured to the bed rail and her legs were tied to the sides of the bed and stretched open to their fullest extent. A pillow was under her buttocks so that her pussy was an inviting target.

The stud who was working on her was an expert. With his tongue and finger he kept her writhing like an eel but never let her come. She was pleading and sobbing and every time he flicked her clitoris with his tongue, canlı bahis siteleri she jerked as if she had been electrocuted. He knew exactly when to pause and she must have been close to losing her mind.

Mother was now watching wide-eyed and clearly interested. Suddenly I saw her bottom move. She sort of rubbed it backwards and forwards on the chair and then glanced quickly sideways to see if I had noticed.

The guy was promising to let the girl come soon so I pulled my chair closer and sat beside Mother. I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “How is your pussy Mother, getting a little bit squidgy?”

I received no answer.

I continued softly, “It must be driving you insane to have your legs tied open and your pussy all wet and juicy. I bet you’re dying to use your hand to play with yourself, but you can’t.”

She was breathing quickly when she closed her eyes and snarled through clenched teeth, “Will you shut up,” and then pleadingly, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Still close to her ear I replied softly, “Because I’m teasing you. When you do eventually come, and I promise you that will, it will be the biggest orgasm of your life.

Now make a choice; you can come either by rubbing your bottom on the chair or you can do it properly with your fingers. Which method would you prefer?”

The guy now had his middle finger inserted and was probing while his thumb lightly brushed her clitoris. She was begging him to fuck her so he raised his body and supported his weight with one hand either side of her. With no other part touching her, he inserted his impressive cock and began slow deliberate thrusts.

The girl was pleading for him to go faster but still he held back and just calmly stared down at her. Finally he relented and quickened the pace. As she came with shrill squeals, so her body jerked convulsively and an opaque liquid oozed from her pussy and ran down to her anus.

I continued persuasively, “You must be nearly coming too Mother. Wouldn’t you like to use your fingers?”

She was now breathing harshly through an open mouth and rubbing her bottom continuously without any attempt to conceal it. I waited while she fought the battle that she was always going to lose.

Finally she gasped, “Yes my fingers.”

I reached behind and deliberately took my time untying her wrists. She was getting impatient and snapped, “For God’s sake, what the hell are you doing?”

As I released her wrists, her right hand came around so fast I had to duck. There was a moment of panic as her dress got in the way but she pulled it up and thrust her hand inside her panties. She made a futile attempt to push them down but the band snapped back again.

Through the thin material I could see the back of her hand begin to move. The palm of the other hand went quickly to press outwards against the inside of her left thigh. Her ankles were still tied so she unable to either close her thighs or open them any further. She lifted her heels so that just her bare toes were flat to the floor and I saw her calf muscles tense.

She was in a hurry and her orgasm was almost instantaneous. Although her panties still covered her hand, I could see the knuckles bobbing furiously as her fingers delved frantically into her drenched slit.

Suddenly her body stiffened and her covered hand became motionless. She whimpered pitifully, “Oh God.”

I heard her suck in her breath and then her body convulsed so violently I grabbed the chair to steady it. Her face contorted as if in pain and the air exploded from her lungs. Her eyes opened wide and her bare stomach pulsed as barbs of piercing ecstasy shocked her body.

For several seconds her fingers revolved in a circular motion while she whimpered short sobbing cries. Then as the pleasurable sensations slowly faded she began to relax. Finally her orgasm was over although her fingers continued to move but without urgency as she extracted the last vestige of pleasure from her ordeal.

Eventually she slumped down in the chair and I could see a pulse beating in her throat. Slowly she withdrew her hand from her panties and let the arm drop to her side as if it was too heavy for her lap.

After about a minute, she lifted her head and slowly turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide with astonishment as if she was unable to believe what she had experienced. She said softly, “Phew.”

I reached down and untied her ankles and carried her to the sofa. I set her down across my lap and when I her kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips, there was a salty taste from her perspiration.

Neither of us spoke for a long time.

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Copyright Aurora Black, December 2005

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

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

Author’s Note: This is a mini-sequel to my other Winter Holiday contest entry, “Another Lonely Christmas.”

I’m sure that this story can stand alone without the required reading of ALC, so you don’t have to check it out to enjoy this one (unless you want to). Happy reading!

* * *

I was lying face down on the bed, exhausted and aching from head to toe as a result of the long days of preparation that I put into our New Year’s party. Other than the gathering at Caleb’s parents’ house on Christmas Day, it was the first major event that we celebrated as a couple. For that reason, I wanted everything to be perfect.

We invited some of Caleb’s friends from the fire station as well as some of my colleagues from the office for drinks and to watch the ball drop on television. Everything went well, but soon after midnight I began to feel the strain and had to retreat to the bedroom to toss back a couple of aspirin and rest my weary bones.

I heard the swish of coats being fastened and keys jingling in the other room as Caleb said goodbye to our guests.

“Thanks for coming over, guys. Yeah, Vivian will be fine. I’ll make sure of that. See you on Monday. Drive carefully.”

The evening was finally over. I breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a groan of pain when my head resumed its pounding. “Ohhh…”

Caleb entered the room, and I made the mistake of lifting my head to look at him. I cried out again and put my head back down. He sat beside me on the bed, and I felt his warm hand rubbing the small of my back, trying to comfort me.

His voice was as smooth as melted honey in my ear. “How bad is it, babe?”

I turned my head slowly, and he could see the tears in my eyes.

“I hurt all over. Please Caleb, make it go away. It hurts so much.”

I saw his golden eyes darken with pain. “I will, I promise. I’ll be right back.”

He rose from the bed and I heard him stride into the connecting bathroom. Even through the pain, I smiled as I imagined the movement of his firm, gorgeous ass and the way it looked as he walked. In the week since we got together over Christmas, I’d grown accustomed to the sight. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.

I heard the sound of running water and splashing, and I knew that he was preparing a bath for me. I shouted so he could hear me over the sound of the streaming water.

“I can’t believe this! How do you always know exactly what I need when I need it?”

Caleb’s laughter rumbled as he switched off the water and returned to the bedroom. He sat beside me again and gently turned me over so he could meet my eyes.

“It’s simple. Because I know you, Viv. Even though it’s only been a week, I feel like we’ve been together for ages. I love you. This year’s Christmas and New Year’s have been the best holidays of my life because you’re spending them with me.”

I thought my heart would burst, and my eyes were moist again.

“I love you, too.”

Caleb smiled and wiped away my tears.

“All right, honey. Let’s get you into the tub. I have the water nice and hot, just the way you like it, so you can soothe your aching muscles.”

He gently picked me up from the bed and carried me into the bathroom. The tub was filled almost to the brim with steaming water, and the smell of jasmine in the air let me know that he’d also poured in some of my favorite bath oil.

I buried my face illegal bahis in the crook of his neck. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

He looked at the tub, judging its measurements.

“It’s not big enough for two. Besides, you really don’t need me getting in the way of your relaxation. Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

Who was I to argue? I felt the familiar, special tingling in my belly as he lowered me to sit at the edge of the tub and slowly undressed me. I felt warm all over as I watched him kneel on the floor before me, his face a picture of concentration as he slipped off my shoes and lifted my skirt to reveal the tops of my black thigh high stockings.

Caleb’s breath picked up slightly at the sight, and I continued to watch him from beneath my lowered lashes as he leaned down and kissed the insides of my thighs. I shivered from the feel of his soft lips, and the part of me that wasn’t in pain, the part that was aching and horny, wanted him to pull my panties to the side and lick me.

But he had other ideas, and he moved away from his worship there. I trembled from wanting him so much, but I knew that I wouldn’t enjoy it if I let him fuck me before I was good and ready. So I waited as he removed my blouse and skirt to reveal the new bra and panty set that I’d bought a few days before for the occasion.

He licked his lips as his hands cradled my breasts, his fingertips tracing patterns on the red lace and making my nipples stand at attention beneath it.

“Oh, sweetheart. You really did think of everything.”

Torn between pain and lust, I managed a sheepish grin.

“Sorry that I couldn’t follow up on it, baby. I…”

He placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. I couldn’t resist taking it into my mouth and letting my hot tongue swirl around its thickness, demonstrating how much I wished to have his cock there. I could tell from the look in his sexy eyes that he wanted it too, and that he was having a hard time doing the right thing.

Caleb’s voice was hoarse with passion. “Vivian, stop teasing me.”

I reluctantly let go of his finger, watching the telltale flush creep from his neck to the roots of his red hair as I reached for the front fastenings of my bra. I peeled it away and watched as his gaze dropped to my erect nipples, sensitive and eager for his touch. He groaned and captured one in his mouth, sucking hard as his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts. He drove me crazy, switching from one straining peak to the other, his tongue flicking and his teeth gently biting. I arched mindlessly toward him.

“Caleb, please fuck me. I don’t care anymore about the bath – OW!”

Damn it, just when I had forgotten about the soreness of my body, bam! There it was.

I winced, and he immediately stopped what he was doing and hurried to pull off my stockings and panties, leaving me naked beside the tub. His eyes were full of concern as he stood and gently lowered me into the blessedly hot bath water. Closing my eyes in pleasure, I laid back and allowed it to wash over me, sighing as I felt it already working to loosen the knots of tension that had gathered over the last few days.

I felt something brush against me, and I opened my eyes to see Caleb sitting at the edge of the porcelain tub, holding my sea sponge in his large hands. He smiled at me. “Feel good?”

“Mmmm,” was the only thing I could say for a long time as he proceeded to wash me from head to toe, leisurely stroking my body with the sponge as if he had all the time in the world. I felt cherished as his eyes frequently met mine, and I saw the melding of love and desire in their depths. My pain quickly faded away, and my body burned for him.

Several minutes illegal bahis siteleri after he’d cleaned me up, his hand still moved between my legs, keeping up the charade of washing me. I closed my thighs, trapping him there as I tossed the sponge away. He laughed, but I was dead serious as I arched up to his hand.

“Touch me, baby.”

Caleb’s face quickly lost its humor as he realized how hot I was for him.

“Are you better now? You’re not too sore?”

I took his hand and guided it to my aching pussy. “Only here. She needs you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his breath coming faster as he grew more excited.

“Does she, now? Well, I guess I’d better do something…”

Under the water, I felt his fingers rub against my labia, gently opening them to expose my pulsing clit to his loving fingertips. I shuddered as he touched me, moaning as he teased my wet folds mercilessly before removing his hand and backing away.

I stared at him in confusion, wondering why he stopped.

“Honey, what are you doing?”

Caleb stood up and grabbed a large towel from the cabinet, saying “You’ll see” before he disappeared into the bedroom. He was back a few seconds later, and he bent to lift me out of the tub and into his arms. Not caring that I was dripping all over his clothes, he carried me into the bedroom and I saw that he’d placed the towel on top of the bedsheets.

I opened my mouth to ask what was going on when he kissed me hard, his tongue making me tingle and erasing the questions from my head. He broke the kiss, whispering against my love-bruised lips.

“Trust me. I want to make you feel good.”

He lowered me to the bed and left me there as he pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and took it off, exposing his beautiful chest and abdomen before tossing it to the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him; I still couldn’t believe that this magnificent man was mine. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I held out my arms to him and he returned to me.

Without warning, he kneeled before me and spread my legs, exposing my flower to his eyes, his fingers, his tongue. He licked me tenderly yet relentlessly, his tongue traveling slowly along my inner lips like he was savoring an ice cream cone. The very tip of his tongue flicked over my clit, and my hand came up to grab his hair, anchoring him to me.

Caleb’s hand came up to press against my stomach, and I laid back on the soft bath towel. Grabbing my thighs, he swirled his tongue endlessly around my clit and I felt like I was floating weightless in space. I shook with pleasure, my moans growing louder as he quickened the tempo, bringing me closer to the edge. I clutched the towel beneath me as I rocked my hips against his face and trapped his head between my thighs, whimpering as I exploded into orgasm.

He stayed with me, gingerly licking at my soaked pussy until I pushed him away. I needed him so much, and he knew it. I could see it in his face when he got up from the floor; he knew how badly I wanted to return the favor. I was face-to-face with his cock, which was rock hard and straining against the fly of his jeans.

I wanted him deep in my mouth, my throat. I wanted to taste his cock and swallow his come. I reached for the buttons of his fly but he moved to stop me, smiling at my groan of frustration. He kissed me again and again, muttering to me between kisses.

“Tonight… is for you. I want to… please you until you scream and beg for me to fuck you.”

I captured his pouty lower lip between my teeth, my tongue soothing the bite before letting go. I didn’t recognize my own voice, it was so throaty from desire.

“Caleb, I want you now. Fuck me, baby.”

He smiled wickedly at me, his canlı bahis siteleri eyes flashing with mischief. “Not yet, you’re still tense and I don’t want to hurt you. Lie on your stomach for me.”

I rolled over onto my stomach, curious about what he was going to do next. I heard a drawer opening close by, but I didn’t look. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“Close your eyes, babe. No peeking.”

I closed them, my heart pounding with anticipation as I felt the bed give under his weight. He was behind me, above me. I could hear his labored breathing as he fought to maintain control, to resist the urge to pound me right then and there. I could smell him, the intoxicating combination of sandalwood and man. I could feel his heat, taste his desire.

The next thing I felt was a warm cascade down my naked back, followed by his hands on my body. The scent of lilac filled the air as he massaged me, starting from the nape of my neck and working his way down my spine to rest on the curves of my ass. He rubbed out the kinks in my legs before removing his hands from me completely.

For a long moment, I lost awareness of Caleb and I was tempted to open my eyes to see what he was up to. But I didn’t give in, and I was rewarded when he returned to me.

I felt his chest press against my back, loved the sensation of our oiled skin sliding together, then apart. He lowered himself onto me, careful not to crush me with his weight as he rubbed his entire front against me. I could feel his hard cock bumping against my pussy, and I wanted to spread my legs for him to enter but they were trapped between his hairy ones.

He chuckled softly in my ear. “Not yet. We’ve got all night.”

I didn’t want to wait all night; I decided to turn things around and seduce him until he couldn’t take any more, until he couldn’t resist sinking deep into me.

I raised my ass to him, enjoying the slickness as I felt his cock settle into the groove between my ass cheeks. He groaned loudly at the sensation, just like I knew he would. I rotated my hips as I rocked back and forth against him, using my ass crack to pump his shaft.

Caleb’s teasing attitude crashed and burned, his breath growing ragged in my ear as he leaned over me. “Jesus… Vivian, what …? What are you doing?”

I moved faster, pleased that I made him grunt with each thrust backward as I teased my clit with one hand. “I’m trying to take us both where we need to go. Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass.”

I felt his cock jerk against my asshole when I said the words, and I knew that I wouldn’t have long to wait. His voice had become so husky that it was almost unrecognizable.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I mean…”

“Fuck my ass, Caleb! Pound my ass with your cock until you shoot! Fill me to the brim!”

He swore softly, and I felt his cockhead rubbing against the oil covering my ass before spreading it onto my puckered asshole. He began to thrust gently, spreading and preparing me for the invasion, but I’d been on the edge for so long, so hot for him that I thrust against him hard and he slid right in. All the way in. I gasped in pleasure, tightening my ass around him as he began to pump me hard and fast.

He panted behind me, his sweat dripping onto my back.

“Fuck… you’re so tight…”

I cheered him on, almost daring him to lose control as I felt myself come again.

“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder… Ohh, Caleb! I’m coming! Fuck my ass…”

The last shreds of control fell away, and the beast was unleashed. He let go and thrust hard into me as he came along with me, releasing his come deep into my ass.

“Fuck yes! Ahh, God…”

Gasping for breath, we fell against the bed, still connected. When we finally got ourselves under control again, I looked over and saw Caleb with a silly grin on his face.

“What is it?”

He laughed and leaned over to kiss me.

“Hot damn! Let me know whenever you need me to help you unwind!”

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Merhaba adım erhan ben 35 yasında halı vaktı yerınde maceracı ve fantazı sever bırıyım hal boyle olucada ıster ıstemez bırseyler yasıyorum basımdan gecen hıkaye yı anlatayım bırgun bır arkadasımın magazasına hem sohbet hemde can sıkıntısı atmak ıstemıstım magazaının kapısına gelınce magazanın kapalı oldugunu gorunce cok sasırdım bıraz bekleyıp saga sola bakındım vetam gıdıcektımk kapıdan yukarıdan bırının geldıgını gordum ve gelen orda calısan gorevlı byan oldugunu anladım gelıp kapıyı actı afedersınız efendım yukarıdıydım ısım vardı mecburen kapattım kapıyı ozur dılerım dedı bende onemlı degıl dedım ve ıcerı gırdım benı yukarı buroya cıkardı magazz 3 katlı bır yerde genelde en ustt katta mısafırler oturuyrdu kadın tesetturlu poposu cok ırı belı cok ınce cok sexsı bırıydıbana bırseyler ıkram ettıkten sonra gelıp masasında oturdu ve kusura bakmayın dus almak zorunda kaldım dyınce benı dusunce aldı acaba neden dus almak zorunda kaldı dıye ve aynı zamanda da kadını dusta hayal edınce sıkım hemen kabardı normalde zaten sıkım pantolunumdan bellı olur kalkıncada saklayamıyorum kıvranaya basladım saklamak ıcın bu illegal bahis arada kadına neden dus almak zorunda oldugunu sordum aldıgım cevap bır haylı ılgınctı ve gulumsyerek heryerım terlemıstı dus aldım sımdı harıka hıssedıyorm kendımı dıyınce bende ates fazlalastı bu kadında bır ısler oldugunu dusundum ve kadına hafıften kalkmıs ve pantolumu yırtacak gıbı duran sıkımı gormesını saglamak ıcın ellerımı serbest bıraktım kadının gozlerı aletıme ılk baktıgı an rengının degıstıgını nhemen hıssettım ve nefes alımlarının hzlandıgını anladım bende cok heyecanlanmıstım kadın cok normal sex le alakası olmayan bırı gıbı dursada harıka bır vucudu vardı ve onunla sohbet etmeye karar verdım ona esıınden ve sex haytından bahsetmmesı ıcın dolaylı sorular sormaya calısırken kadın dobra cevaplar verıyordu bana ben ıyıce ateslenmıs ver cesaetlenmıstım ısmını sordum arzu ısmım dedı arzu bana bır kahve yaparmısın dıyınce zevlke dedı ve mutfaga gectı bende arkasından gıdıp onu ızledım kadın kahve yaparken bıle gotu tıtrıyordu okadar guzel bır got hayatımda hıc gormemıstım bel ınce gotu bayagı ırı belden sonra ırı memelerı ve illegal bahis siteleri ırı dudakları nbenı cıldırtıyordu.zaten dar olan mutfaga gırdım ve buyrun kahvenızı nasıl yaptıgımamı bakmaya geldınz dedı bana bende bahane ıle evet dedım ve dıger koseye gecmek ıcın arkasından gectım gecerken gotune surtuneek gectım numaradan poposuna temas ettıgım ana arkasına bana bakarak gulumseyınce daha fazla dayanamdım ve ellerını tutup oksamaya basladım once yapmayın bırı gelır gorurler fılan derken ben kendımden gecmıstım harıka vuccudun var bayılıyorum sana dedım ve kadını opmeye basladım once dırenmeye calsıtı cekılmeye olmaz dedıysede ben cektım ustume sıkımı gobegıne surtunce oda bıraktı dırenmeyı ve bır anda pantolonumun ustunden sıkımı kavradı ınanaılmaz bır heyecan yasıyordukcok ınce bır etek gıymıs etek uzundu basıda kapalıydı once basını actım hemen sonra ınce etegını yukarı kaldırdım ve ustunde kulot olmadıgını gorunce cılgına dondum hayatımda gordugum en guzel got duruyordu karsımda ıcımden poposunu opmek oksamak geldı ve egılıp poposunun yanaklarını opmeye baslayınca kadın cıldırı gıbı oldu fakat canlı bahis siteleri elını agzına tututyor ses cıkmasını engellıyordu okadar guzel yalıyordumkı poposu cok guzeldı cok temızdı gercekten yenı banyodan cıkmıstı got delıgını arayınca delıgının tertemız pırıl pırıl ve mıs gıbı koktugunu gorynce yemek geldı ıcımden ve tam got delıgıne dılımle emmeye darbeler atmaya basladım kadın cıglılar atıyor cıldırmıs gıbı tıtrıyordu ve amından sular bosaldıgının farkına vardım fakat kadın cok ateslıydı ben got delıgıne doyamammıstım harıka delıgını yalaıyr yutuyrken elımlede amının ıcın oksuyordum kadın cıldırıyordu ve bır an kucuck mutfakta yere yatıp 69 pozısyonuna geldık bunu yaptıgıma ınanmıyordum arkadasımın magazasında mutfakta 69 yapıyorduk kadın sıkımı gorunce aman allahım bu da ne ben boyle bırsey gormedım ben alamam bunu dıyınce ben cok kızdım ve alltan amını ısırmaya basladım ve sevısmeye devam ettık alltna hem amını hem de got delıgını emıyor yalıyordum kadın kendınden gecmıs sıkımı bogazına tumuyle sokmaya calısırken nefesı gıdıp gelıyordu ve 3 kez o guzel amından sualar gelmeye baslayınca anı reflekle donup sıkıme oturup yavas yab-vas ıcıne almaya basladı ınanılmaz bır amı vardı cıldırıyor gıbıydık ıkımızde ve dakıkalrca zıplattıktan sonra ıkımızde bırden bosaldık ıkıncı bolumde de onu gotten nasıl sıktıgımı anlatıcam hoscakalaın Gönderen: erhan

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Ben 17 yasinda guzel delikanli bir cocugum aslinda arkadaslarim beni mahsum bilir ama aslinda azmisimdir. Bir gun meyremle bulusmaya gitdimde bunun yaninda sex mi sex si arkadasi gamze vardi.Ben gamzeye kafayi takmisdim onun oo guzel kalcalari beni olduruyordu.Bir gun meyreme dedim ki ben gamzeyi arzuluyom ve meyremden suu sasirtici cevabi aldim ( oda seni arzuluyo) der demez ben hemen gamzeye acildim ve ondan su cevabi aldim (sen iste yeterki)der illegal bahis demez ben bunu ve meyremi bizim eve cagirdim ve onlar aksam saatlerinde bize geldi annem ise komsuya gitmisdi ben bunlara ne icersiniz der demez meyrem hemen soyundu ve bana sunu dedi sik sik sikyeter benim ki iiyice kalkdi ben meyreme gel yataga gidelim derken gamze pantolonumu indirdi ve yalamaya basladii oyle bi zevk aliyordum ki onunda bu zevki aldigini biliyodum illegal bahis siteleri ve meyrem kendini parmaklamaya basladi ben hemen gamzenin agzindan cikardip meyremin oo guzell puruzsuz amini ayalamaya cekdim ve oyle bir zevk aliyorduki yeter artik sik diye yalvariyorduu bir hamlede amina sokcaken demez mi ben kizim olsun dedim ve sokdum sokar sokmaz gmze memelerini bana dogru getirdii ve yalamaya basladi bi yandan emiyom bi yandan sikiyordum canlı bahis siteleri derken meyremin amina bosaldim ve kanlar akmaya baslamisdii oo sirada bu gmze rahat durmadi ve agzina aldii benim kini diretdi ve oo guzel gotune verdim yaragi meyrem ise banyoya gitmis amini temizliyorduu ve gamze tamzevke geldiginde ikimizde bi anda ciglik atarak bosaldik ve meyrem odaya geldii hay beni unutdunuz mu der demez atladii benim kine ve domal dedim seni gotunden sikcem ve domaldi ve ona bir iki kere gitdim geldi ve onu bosaltdim bende bosaldim oo sirada kapi caldi ve annem gelmisdi bzi hemen toplandik ve bizim grup sex miz bitmemisdi her hafta bunu yapiyoz ve cokda mutluyuzGönderen: kologlu

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The name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian-American descent stuck in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Lately, I have been having some exciting adventures in the City of Ottawa. First things first. I hate this City. It is full of ugly White folks who think they’re all that. They’re really not. I can’t stand this town and I miss the warmth and diversity of Brockton, Massachusetts, the place I called home for ten years.

The only places I like in Ottawa are Saint Laurent Mall and Carleton University. Why? They’re both diverse. Lots of African, Asian and Hispanic people attend Carleton University. And it seems that many of the immigrants of Ottawa like Saint Laurent Mall. It’s nice and trendy without being uptight. I’m always hanging out down there, prowling for sexy ladies and the occasional sexy man.

My classes at Carleton University are going alright. Pretty soon summer vacation will be here. I am working as a security guard to make some dough in order to get back to Brockton. Canada is too boring a place for me to spend the summer there. It’s slow, pale and stale. Just like the majority of its inhabitants. I can’t stand it.

However, sometimes this City doesn’t suck as much as I think it does. Last weekend, I went to Multi Nations Full Gospel Church on Newton Street in the City of Ottawa. Not far from the Saint Laurent Shopping Center. And I ended up having a blast. Whoever said guys should always carry condoms with them was right. I ended up servicing some really sexy people.

It never ceases to amaze me, how forward older women can be. During the church service, this hot-looking older Black woman named Maria was looking at me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. I kind of enjoyed the attention. The church is sixty percent women and most of the guys seem a bit dull. A cool brother from the U.S. like myself tends to stand out. Canadian guys got no swag. All Black men from the illegal bahis U.S. do. That’s just how we roll.

Yeah, Maria was giving me the look and I liked it. During the service, I got up and went to the men’s room downstairs. Little did I know that she followed me. Hot damn. I went into the men’s room and since the basement was deserted, I didn’t bother closing the door. I just whipped out my dick and took a leak. Lo and behold, someone else came into the men’s room with me.

Guess who. If you guessed Maria, you guessed right. I found myself eyeball to eyeball with this five-foot-nine, chubby and big-bottomed, sexy African mama from the Republic of Ghana. I smiled at Maria and asked her what she was doing in the men’s room of the Multi Nations Full Gospel Church. She looked at me and smiled, licking her lips.

Her eyes locked onto my member. Yeah, I knew what she wanted but I still wanted to hear her say it. Why? I am naughty like that. Maria told me she hadn’t seen a stud quite like me in ages. I smiled at that. See what I told you about Canadian guys being lame? All a guy has to do is say he’s from America and Canadian women of all hues will drop their panties.

Maria grinned, and went straight for my dick. Apparently my long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock fascinated her. The sexy older Black woman grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a good squeeze. Well, I like a woman who knows what she wants. Maria knelt before me without a word and began sucking my dick. Man, I can’t believe this shit. I’m a Haitian guy in the basement of an African church in Canada getting my dick sucked by a sexy Black mama. Is that cool or what?

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall of the men’s room as Maria sucked my dick with gusto. I swear I don’t look for these encounters. They simply come to me. Last week, I hooked up with a sexy guy at a wedding reception in Toronto. This hot Jamaican chick named illegal bahis siteleri Jasmine was marrying this Ethiopian lawyer named Jerome or something. Anyhow, the wedding was alright but the reception rocked. Lots of food. Lots of alcohol. Great music. Hot women. Sexy guys. What more could you want?

I was dancing with this skinny broad named Muriel who was acting a bit too coy for me. I wasn’t feeling her but I noticed this tall, lean brother who was eyeballing me. I approached him and he grinned at me. His name was George and he was a computer science student at the University of Toronto. He was also bisexual and liked hot Black guys from the United States. Well, I am a hot bisexual Black guy from the United States.

George liked my cocky manner and he led me to a secluded room inside the big mansion so we could hook up. Luckily I had condoms with me. George and I got right down to business. That’s what I like about guys. They don’t play around. We’re serious about sex. Women like to play around. I can’t stand that shit. Anyhow, George and I hooked up in this small room. We just got naked and started doing our thing.

George stroked my dick before sucking it, bringing me to life. I stroked his big cock as well, and then climbed on top of him. George held me by the hips and shoved his dick up my ass. The sexy African stud began fucking me with gusto. I rode him hard, loving the feel of his dick up my ass. We fucked and sucked like this for a while. It was a lot of fun and definitely the most intense fuck I’ve had in a while. Afterwards, George and I parted ways. I never saw him again. And you know what? I am perfectly fine with that.

Anyhow, back to the situation at hand. I was telling you about my hook up with Maria at this African church in Ottawa. Maria sucked my dick like her life depended on it. She reminds me why I like hooking up with sexy older Black women. They’re a lot of fun. canlı bahis siteleri When I came, the sexy Black mama guzzled up every last drop of my manly cum. I gave her a pearl necklace and she was most thankful. Isn’t that just peachy?

Maria was quite eager to get some dick and I did not disappoint. First, I had to prepare the terrain. I sat her down on the toilet seat and spread her big thighs wide open. She wasn’t wearing any panties, or even a pantyhose under her long dress. Why am I not surprised? I inhaled the scent of her pussy, then gave her a good licking. I fingered and poked her snatch while licking it. Maria squealed in delight.

Afterwards, I bent her over the toilet seat and fucked her properly. I spanked Maria’s big butt and she seemed to really like it. I then put on a condom and eased my dick into her snatch. Holding her wide hips tightly, I slammed my dick deep into her pussy. I love aged pussy. It isn’t as tight as that of young women but it is a lot of fun. Almost addictive. With all of my might I slammed my cock into Maria, tearing that pussy up. The older Black dame screamed and creamed, as they say in Brockton.

The highlight of the session came when she volunteered herself for some anal probing. All we had for lubrication was my hand lotion but it proved to be sufficient. I smeared it all over Maria’s asshole, then eased my dick inside her. Maria’s asshole felt warm and tight around my member. Hard and fast I pounded her ass, drilling my cock into the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. Maria’s screams filled the men’s room. Lucky for us the basement of the Multi Nations Full Gospel Church of Ottawa was empty. I fucked Maria’s ass like anal sex was going out of style. It was awesome.

Once all was said and done, I readjusted my clothes and flushed the condom. Maria walked out of the men’s room with a smile on her face. Wow. This dame’s in her fifties and she still knows how to ride a young man properly. I wouldn’t mind another go with her. I went back to the church service upstairs. My friends wondered where I had been. I just told them I had something to take care of in the men’s room. Sitting behind us, Maria smiled knowingly.

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Funny how it seems we all (or, women at least) want to look different to the way we do. We get an idea about what the perfect body type is, and invariably it’s something that we think we’re not. I mean, I used to really worry about it myself. I’m a medium height, browned-eyed brunette, with straight, shoulder length hair, and what I guess you might call an ‘athletic’ physique – which is to say I’m slender with very small breasts. I’m 29 now, and still the same 32A that I was as a teenager. These days I’m totally comfortable with myself exactly the way I am. But while I’ve always thought I had a pretty face, I did used to worry about being so flat-chested. It wasn’t just whether men would find me attractive (actually I’d also begun to notice an early tendency within myself to worry about whether certain women might find me attractive too!), but like so many teenagers I’d got this anxiety that breast size was directly proportional to one’s chances for success and happiness. I’ve come to realize that it actually doesn’t matter at all. Experience has shown me that there are a lot of men (and women too, as it turns out) who are very attracted to my body type and wouldn’t want it to be any other way. In fact, I’m convinced that whatever type of body you have there will always be plenty of people who are attracted to it – it seems to me that nature has a way of balancing these things out.

For me, learning how much pleasure my body could give me was one of the most important steps towards feeling at ease with myself. I discovered masturbation pretty early, and I have to say I took to it right away. I also soon learned that my breasts were a hot erogenous zone for me. I only have to lightly brush my fingers across my nipples and I get an incredible flush of sensation that sparkles down my belly, setting my clit tingling and getting me instantly wet. When I masturbate I’m constantly caressing, tweaking and teasing them. I love bringing myself right to the point of orgasm, holding myself there with my finger just fluttering over my clit, and then let the sensations I get from playing with my nipples take me over the edge. I’ve found that the more you learn to love yourself, the more you come to love your body just the way it is.

As I say, I’ve always found that men in particular are really complimentary about my figure, and I’ve been told that there are a lot of guys that find small-breasted women a real turn-on, often preferring us. I also know it from my own experience; I can usually tell which men have a thing about small tits by the way they look at my body, and it happens often enough that I wouldn’t call it uncommon. It was certainly the case with a guy I met last year when I was visiting Prague – an experience that also revealed some kinky desires of my own that I’d never have thought I might act upon.

I work as a researcher for a big financial firm in London and they’d sent me over canlı bahis to Prague to report on a two-day conference about investment opportunities in eastern Europe. It was the end of the second day, but as my flight wasn’t going out until the following morning I’d returned to the hotel. After having dinner there I moved to the bar to have a drink while deciding what to do with the remainder of the evening. It was a large bar and not very busy, so I sat in a booth and began leafing through some of the material I’d collected from the conference.

Not long after I’d sat down a man appeared at my shoulder and asked if he could join me. I looked up at him. He was perhaps in his late 30s or early 40s, nicely dressed, quite tall and slim, handsome too, with dark blonde, close-cropped hair. He had nice eyes I decided, and seemed friendly enough, so I invited him to sit down.

He said that he’d noticed me eating alone in the restaurant, and that he, like me, was a solitary business traveller far from home – in his case Copenhagen, though he spoke perfect English.

We exchanged polite, anonymous conversation for a while, and then there followed a pause in which each of us fell back into our own thoughts. It seemed as though we were both considering whether to move things on to a different level.

He spoke first, telling me that he’d found me captivatingly attractive from the first instant he’d seen me. I thanked him for the compliment and then, reading my unspoken assent, he went on, “Perhaps we have an opportunity here to make this evening a little more interesting.”

I smiled and looked into his eyes for a moment. “Perhaps.” I said.

We were quiet a moment longer. Then he finished his drink, looked directly at me again and smiled once more, “I’m in room 814. I’d be very happy if you’d join me for another drink later.” Without seeming to expect a definite answer to this he then stood up, nodded farewell, and left.

I sat there for a while reflecting on this odd episode. Now I should say that I’ve never really been into random sex with strangers, but at the same time I found myself becoming quite aroused by the idea in these circumstances. After all, I was single. In fact I hadn’t been with anyone for months and frankly I was horny. And there was something tantalizingly erotic and liberating about the anonymity of our situation; the fact that we were complete strangers who could do or be anything we wanted.

Anyway, I wasn’t sure. I’d enjoyed the flirting…and I did make a mental note of the room number!

Back in my own room, I got another gin and tonic from the mini bar and then took a shower. Towelling off, I stood appreciating my naked reflection in the tall mirror. Since the conversation in the bar my mind had become totally occupied with thoughts of sex and I was feeling a strong urge to masturbate. I spread my feet apart slightly and leant forwards, watching bahis siteleri myself caress my fingers up the inside of my thigh, across my tightly trimmed pubes, and then softly onto my clit. Rotating my finger just above the tip it began to swell, and the motion stirred delicious sensations inside me.

I took in the sight before me in the mirror: standing there, fingering my clit, stiff little nips pointing out from the pear-sized mounds of my breasts, my flat stomach tensed, my legs taking on a sensuous definition as they braced me against the floor. Even if I say so myself, I looked pretty good.

It was only at this moment that I finally decided what I was going to do.

With an effort of will I took my hand from my pussy and straightened up. I quickly dried my hair, then dressed in a black knee-length skirt and a white silk blouse that always shows my figure to very good effect, especially, as now, without a bra. Then, with my heart pounding, I left my room, went up two floors, and knocked gently on the door of 814.

He opened it wearing just a robe. Showing me into the softly lit room he passed me a glass of wine from an open bottle, and said he was very happy that I’d decided to come. The wine steadied my nerves and, although we sat silently, the atmosphere was comfortable between us and soon I’d relaxed a bit.

He looked over at me, then said slowly, “I wonder if we might….” He hesitated, seeming unsure whether he should say what he was about to. Then, still searching for the right words, he went on “You see…for me it’s always better…I like to watch…if you understand….”

Although slightly taken aback, I considered the implications of this statement for a moment. I’d been into mutual masturbation with a couple of my former partners and I’ve always found it a turn-on.

“Um, yes, I can understand that…” I began, but trailed off, these words seeming to be enough.

As this all sank in, I began to feel the giddy pull of an exhibitionist desire to do something wanton in front of this attractive stranger.

I stood up and stepped out of my skirt and tights, but kept my blouse and panties on. He remained seated, so I knelt down on the floor in front of him.

His eyes were fixed on me and I sensed them tracing the slight curve of my breasts. His gaze settled on the erect nubs that were pushing out against the fabric of my blouse, the dark swollen areolae clearly visible through the fine weave. I looked down myself and saw that it made quite an enticing sight.

“They’re beautiful.” he said, his voice taking on a husky breathlessness, “Please touch them.” I didn’t really need any prompting because I was now quite seriously aroused by this whole strange scenario.

My fingers traced a path across my shoulders and slowly down over my chest. They came to rest lightly upon my nipples and I gently moved my fingers back and forth, bahis şirketleri grazing the silk of the blouse against them until I shivered involuntarily.

Eager now to touch my own skin I undid the buttons and let the blouse fall open. I shrugged it back so that it slipped behind my shoulders and exposed my breasts to him. His breathing deepened and I could sense his growing excitement. He opened his robe to reveal his erection, but his hands went first to his own nipples. Clearly he got a similar kick from them as I did, and as I watched him touching himself I brought my hands back up to my own breasts.

I could feel my panties were wet. I moved my right hand down under the cotton waistband and slipped it along the folds of my labia, which opened up in a gush of musky moisture that I rubbed upwards to lubricate my clit.

I was so turned on that I felt close to coming already. I stopped working my clit and brought my shiny fingers up to smear the wetness from pussy onto my right nipple. He groaned at the sight of this and for the first time his right hand moved down to his cock, while with the left he continued the attention to his own nipples.

He moved forward to the edge of the chair, bringing his penis level with my breasts as I knelt between his legs, and it was then that I realized where he wanted to go with this. He reached down beside the chair and produced a bottle of baby oil, poured some into his right hand and offered the bottle to me. I love the feel of oil, so I smoothed the shining lube over my breasts while my other hand went back into my panties and found my clit.

I leaned forward so that my highly erect right nipple was touching the tip of his cock, rocking my shoulders slightly so that it brushed against the end, opening up the slit like a little mouth. Letting out a moan he squeezed his cock, swelling the glans to a smooth bulb, and began to drag it back and forth across my slippery nipple as his hand wanked up and down his shaft. My left hand was pinching at my other tit, massaging the nipple between thumb and forefinger, while the steady stroke of my index finger against my clit was melting my will to resist. My head was swimming with a deliciously slutty and abandoned feeling, almost delirious as both the idea and the sensations of this stranger’s oily cock sliding against my teat took me over the edge. I glazed for a moment, back arching, mouth falling open, then my breath caught in a gasp and I was quivering all over as the warm spasming rush of orgasm flooded my body. I realized that in perfect time with me he too had peaked, pushing forward convulsively to maintain contact with my tit as he pumped a streak of pearl white cum over my chest and up onto my shoulder.

We both slumped, our breathing unsteady for a few moments. Then he stood up, pulling the robe around him, and handed me some tissues from the bedside cabinet. He smiled briefly, almost a little sheepishly, then said “Thank you.”

I smiled back, “My pleasure.”

Five minutes later I slipped back to my room and in the morning caught my flight home. I never saw him again.

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