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It’s been over 2 weeks since “Ms. Peaches” and I had our secret rendezvous in her classroom. Tonight is graduation night and I’m excited about starting school in the fall and beginning a new chapter in my life. Although I’m excited that day continues to occupy my thoughts constantly. I’ve never had a woman touch me or make me feel as desired as she did. She still winks at me and gives me little touches, but nothing that would give anyone else a clue to what happened between she and I. Although I want to explore with her more than ever I know our situation and her promise to me. So I keep it under wraps and make no mention or moves on her in the meantime…was that day just a one-time thing?

So finally my time to walk the stage has arrived. Good ol pomp and circumstance! As I hug family members and teachers I don’t see my favorite teacher anywhere around. There she is talking with another student. Although I’m a little disappointed, I smile knowing she showed me the best lesson of all. My family departs as I wait to depart with some of my friends on a drunken night of celebration. I’m standing by my friend’s car smoking a cigarette alone when SHE walks up to me. I drop my cig off to the side as not to offend her.

“Congratulations cutie” she says as she warmly embraces me. We chat for a while and I try to maintain a nonchalant attitude, but inside I’m in agony as I can feel my heart pounding inside my chest. She asks about my summer plans to which I reply except for tonight’s celebration and a summer job I have none. Any plans of mine are on hold anyways as my folks will be going on vacation for over a week in a few days. After all, someone has to watch the house and take of the dog. “So you’ll be all alone huh?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes ma’am” I say, not sure what she’s getting at.

Just when I think she is about to just walk away she comes up very close looks around and gazes into my eyes and asks “ALL alone?”

Yes ma’am I reply.

“Mmmmm…never want to waste an opportunity.” she says in that mature, sultry voice of hers as she runs her 3 fingers down my chest…my stomach…stopping just short of where I need her touch the most.

Just then I see some of my friends start heading this way. Damnit! She gives me a harmless peck on the cheek and whispers “See you soon handsome. ” As she walks away, her hand grazes my crotch as if by accident. She walks away…slowly, so I can watch her every move as she looks over her shoulder at me with a smile every now and again. I reluctantly get into the car with my buddies to start our drunk fest. As we drive away I wonder if she means to pay me a visit or just leave me with a parting thought. Either ataşehir escort bayan way, I’m in for a great time now that high school is behind me…come what may.

A few days later after all the celebrations I’m relaxing in the easy chair…dad’s easy chair to be exact. I have the weekend off and I’m alone on this early Friday evening but that’s okay. Although I’m not 21, my parents are well aware that I drink on occasion. Still, it’s easier to do with them gone…no guilty feelings. I feel man of the house, yet a little sad. I was almost hoping for a visit or a phone call from someone special. As I sip my drink I remind myself that I have the whole summer to find adventure and she showed me an adventure already. Suddenly the phone rings. Thinking it’s my folks checking up on me I exclaim “Howdy!” into the phone.

“Howdy? Is that anyway to talk to your favorite teacher?” a low seductive voice says on the other line. My heart racing, I sit straight up and profusely apologize. I hear soft laughter on the other end. “Just wanted to see how my favorite student was doing. Are your folks still out of town? Are you going to be home tomorrow?”

Yes ma’am”. I say with eagerness.

“Gotta go.” She whispers and disconnects.

By now my mind is going a mile a minute. I sit back in the chair and try to relax. After a few drinks my buzz starts to take hold as I watch some mindless drivel on TV in order to distract myself from getting to over excited. I go to take a sip and notice my drink is empty. I go into the kitchen and to my utter shock “Ms. Peaches” is walking right up to MY screen door! As I collect myself and open the door she eases in and says “Wanted to surprise you!” Then she cautiously looks past my shoulder and asks again if I’m alone. “Yes ma’am, until next Wednesday”. She relaxes and asks what I’m drinking. Then she asks for a drink on the rocks and asks for a tour of the house. By now I’m so nervous I need another drink myself so I fix us both one and proceed to show her around. We talk about the past school year, gossip but all the while I want to ask her how she managed to be out early in the evening, away from her life to see me.

We conclude the tour in the kitchen where I ask if she would like a refill. As I pour the drink she walks over to the door, closes and locks it. “Now I feel safer” she says with a sly grin.

As I hand her the drink she accepts and takes a sip, all the while looking at me. She smiles at me as she sets her drink on the counter and takes mine out of my hand and sets it down. She comes up close pressing against me. She is so seducing. That colorful blouse which rewards me with ample cleavage. The tightness escort kadıöy of her pants that show her voluptuous curves and her intoxicating Victoria secret perfume.

At first I shake with nervousness then instinct takes over. I put my hands on those ample hips and pull her in for a very long hot kiss. Our tongues dance in each others mouths as I feel her firm grip on my engorged cock. This time I’m proud, not self-conscious. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol or the fact we’ve already had an “experience” but my hands reach around and grab her round, succulent ass with gusto. This produces a loud moan and a side to her I’ve never seen. She breaks off the kiss, looks at me with lust and hunger in her eyes. With my raging hard on in her hands she growls that she would like to tour MY bedroom again.

With our hands exploring and lips locked together our clothes fall to the floor except her black lace bra and panties. She pushes me to the edge of the bed and unlatches her bra from the front. I am treated to supple breasts with erect nipples, begging to be attended to! I reach for her, grab her ass and pull her close to me. My mouth takes in one nipple, and then another which makes her wiggle and moan. At the same time with shaking hands I pull her panties down and caress her curvaceous ass. She pushes me back on the bed…I can’t believe this is finally happening!

The skin on skin contact, her beauty, her scent, and the anticipation of it all are too much for me. I am filled with utter terror and disappointment as I ejaculate uncontrollably in waves. What a damn mess!! To my surprise she is not disappointed but rather pleased at having this kind of effect on me. She quickly and eagerly takes my cock into her mouth, sucking up every drop of my seed.

We lay there for a bit kissing and touching. She reassures me it’s quite natural to get excited. Her voice is so soothing and inspires confidence. She looks into my eyes and whispers “that’s two you owe me’. Then she climbs off and spreads out like a beautiful tulip on my bed as though it were hers, writhing with uncontrollable lust. She beacons me with a seductively with a finger.

As I start to climb on top she stops me and pushes my head between her thick, luscious thighs. She spreads apart her glistening rose and with a finger strokes her engorged clit up and down and makes slow, sensual circles. I’m become mesmerized by the way her body twitches as she touches herself. “I want you to lick me right there, I want your tongue to move like my fingers were moving”. She moans.

I lean forward to taste her sweet nectar. I do just how she instructed. Slow circles, light up and down flicks of my tongue. maltepe escort I must be doing this right because her moans become louder and she gyrates in rhythm with my tongue. She begs for fingers so I make love to her pussy with my lips, tongue and fingers. Her moans become screams as I feel her tighten around my fingers and she shutters uncontrollably and violently. I just want to keep going, but at last she pushes me away and she gasps “We’re even!”

Her eyes are still closed and she’s still breathing heavily as I kiss my way up her tummy to her neck. By now my cock is stiff again so I decide to climb on top and make a go of it again. I finally in my fumbling ease my cock inside. She feels so hot and wet, like a silken glove. I no more get my cock inside before I start to feel that awesome rush. Not again! All I want to do is thrust and thrust.

I open my eyes to see her looking at me affectionately. She places her long finger nails on my chest and slows me down. The teacher in her takes over and she coaxes me on techniques for lasting longer, having me slow down and clear my mind when I feel that urge. Our communication with one another has a calming effect on me. It’s unreal how she can read my emotions and body language.

As we slowly bump and grind in unison she informs me this is the only time she will be able to do this. Our situation, vacations, and her part time work will only allow for this one weekend.

“You mean the whole weekend?” I stammer with excited disbelief. What a treat!

“Oh yes.” She says in that enticing voice of hers. She tells me her husband is out of town on business, kids are at grandmas, and she’s spending the weekend with a “friend” with a wink.

Her hand moves down to her clit and she feverishly stimulates herself while my hard cock thrusts deep inside her over and over. Thrusts that she still controls with her hand on my chest and her legs wrapped around me. As her moans become ever louder I feel her tighten hard around my cock. She bucks and thrusts harder against me and cries out. I urgently thrust as fast and hard as I can as her nails dig into my chest and ass. As I start to cum she begs me to pull out and cover her with it so she can watch. I comply and shower her pussy, tummy, and chest with my hot, sticky spunk.

As I lay there on her chest we talk about what we enjoyed, and plans for the rest of the weekend. She informs me that she’s secured a hotel room which she feels would be safer than staying here. She will be staying there alone tonight, but wants me to come at 10 in the morning, rested and ready for more. The next 24 hours would be filled being an entangled, hot, sticky mess. Learning many lessons, techniques, and positions. But that must wait for tomorrow.

The night air cools our hot bodies as I escort her to her car and kiss her goodnight. She kisses my ear whispers that she expects me on time in the morning and I had better not be tardy.

Yes ma’am!

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Author’s Note: I wrote this story with the intent of starting from a commonplace setting, a cafe, to ending with an unexpected climax. Thank you to kholix22, the muse for this story, for your encouragement and narrative advice. This story would be no where near as compelling without your input.

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I sit down in the busy coffee shop and set my cup of tea on the table in front of me. From my bag I retrieve my laptop and set it also on the table. After connecting to the shop’s wifi, I begin checking my e-mail and determining which I need to respond to first. Despite the crowded and noisy atmosphere of the shop, I soon become fully focused on the task at hand. I become so single-minded that I don’t notice a woman approach my table.

“Hi. May I sit down at your table? The shop is packed,”she says to me; however, I don’t even notice. “Hello, sir, did you hear me?”

Shaken from my concentrated state, I look up from my laptop. Though I notice every aspect of the attractive woman, my gaze is immediately drawn to her smirk. A good smile is my weakness, and she displays hers prominently after my lack of awareness. “Oh, hi,” I stammer, still staring, only now at her deep eyes.

“A seat. May I have a seat at your table? This place is packed,” she replies, still smiling at the situation.

“Oh, uh, yes, of course,” I say back as she pulls out a chair and takes a seat. My attention now completely focused upon her, my eyes wander, noticing not only the woman’s deep eyes and gorgeous smile, but also her slim frame, firm breasts, and long slender legs accentuated by her button-up blouse and tight pencil skirt. Noticing my wandering eyes, she smirks again. “I’m not going to distract you from your work, am I?”

“Uhhh, what? Oh, uhhh, no. You’re very fine,” I mumble. “I mean, you’re fine. Um, you’re fine sitting there.” I blush as my emba

rrassing muttering continues. Gaining my composure, I state, “It’s not a problem you sitting with me. I mean, at this table.”

“Alright,” she replies, smiling wider. She pulls out her cell phone and begins messing with it as I return to my e-mail. She crosses her legs as she takes a sip of her coffee, and my attention is again pulled from my work. I again stare, taking in her long, slender legs as she slowly twitches her foot back and forth, pointing the toe of her four-inch tall black heels towards me.

The woman looks up from her phone and again notices my stare. “I really must be distracting you. I should move.”

“No, no, don’t worry. I’m just finishing this up.” I write one more line, press send, and close my laptop. Looking back up, I say, “I’m Kevin,” as I gaze again at her eyes.

“Kate,” the woman replies, extending her hand. “It’s good to meet you, Kevin.” It’s my turn now to smirk, as I notice her looking me up and down, examining my dark brown hair and eyes, my wide smile. Then her eyes wander, taking in my 6’2″ tall frame and fit physique not hidden by my fitted button-up shirt and tight grey slacks.

As Kate checks me out, a man walks by behind her and bumps into her chair. Jostled, she lurches forward and nearly spills her drink. “It’s getting even more crowded here,” she says leaning forward. She stands up, grabs her chair, and scoots it away from the walking path. As she sits down again, her skirt starts to ride up her thighs. Casually, Kate grips the hem and smooths it down again with her hands, but as she does, the lining of her thong panties becomes clearly visible. I can’t help but stare at her cute little ass. I see that she is smirking again, but I’m unsure if it’s a look of irritation that I was staring at her ass or a look of satisfaction knowing that she has me wrapped around her fingers already.

In her new position, Kate’s chair is close enough to mine that it feels like we’re long time friends. I feel a surge of energy through my spine. We’re so close that I can smell the clean scent of the soap she uses. She leans toward me, and as she reaches for her drink, her arm brushes against mine. She says, “There, that’s better. Hopefully I won’t get bumped again over here.”

“I think you’ll be safe from unwanted contact over here,” I reply. I glance sidelong over at her as I nervously pick up my tea and take a sip. As I set down my cup, Kate lifts hers to take a drink. Suddenly awkward at our closeness, I fumble with my laptop and decide to put it away. As I reach down between our chairs to pick up my bag, my eyes wander again and I lose focus. I again notice the form of her legs and see the faint outline of her thong panties. My dexterity falters as I lift my bag, and my arm bumps into her hip.

At the unexpected contact, her body shifts, again causing her to almost spill her drink. “This coffee shop is certainly a dangerous place today,” she utters as she sets her cup down. “That’s twice already.”

“I’m so sorry,” I reply as I grab a napkin from the dispenser on the table. “Here, there’s a bit of coffee on your chin.” I reach up to dab the spot, then think better of it, and instead hand her ataşehir escort the napkin.

“Thanks… But don’t let it happen again!” Kate replies as she gives me a stern look and waves the napkin at me. Then, unable to keep up the false-stern facade, she breaks back into a smile. I smile back, a wider smile then before, as I feel my nervousness start to fade. I slide my laptop into my bag and set it back on the floor, leaning it against my chair.

The awkwardness gone, we begin chatting. At first we discuss the typical, like the weather. But soon we begin to feel like friends who meet up after not seeing each other for ages. Not only just friends, but friends who carried a secret flame for each other, but were prevented for some reason from acting on it. As we chat, the conversation quickly transitions from friendly to flirtatious. Soon, we’re sharing personal anecdotes, and laughing at each others’ stories.

After I tell a particularly embarrassing story about passing out when donating blood, a man walks up to the table. He pulls up an extra chair, sets down his coffee, and opens up a newspaper. Kate leans over and whispers in my ear, “did he really just do that?”

“Yes, he did,” I reply, “and quite unexpectedly. This place has just gotten too busy.” I press my luck. “Kate, why don’t we move elsewhere, this place is ridiculously crowded now.”

“Yeah, I think we should.” As we stand up and try to squeeze through the mass of people, I feel Kate reach for my arm for balance. Electricity surges up and down my body. As we reach the exit of the shop, I half expect her to let go. Instead, completely unexpectedly, she holds on to my arm even tighter. Tight enough that I can feel her breasts squeezing against my arm.

“Where should we go?” Kate asks, her beautiful smirk prominently displayed on her face.

“There’s a park not far from here,” I reply. “It’s quiet. There’s a nice park bench there that overlooks a stream. The view is beautiful and serene. Care to join me?”

“Lead on,” Kate replies.

begin leading the way down the street. Though her breasts are no longer pressed tightly against me, Kate nonetheless continues to hold on to my arm. I enjoy the feeling. It’s been a few months since my ex-girlfriend broke it off, and I haven’t been so close to a woman since. As we walk, we continue chatting and sharing little stories about ourselves. After a couple blocks, I turn us left onto a side street.

Kate looks over and smiles at me again. “Is it much farther? These heels aren’t the most comfortable for long distance walking.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t even think about that. No, it’s not much farther. There’s the park right up there,” I say pointing. “You can see the trees that mark the Eastern edge. The paved walkway starts just beyond that fence, and the bench and creek are only a few minutes more along that walkway.”

As we cross the border of the park, we finish the last few minutes of the walk in silence, enjoying each others’ company. I bring us to the park bench, and I look down at Kate as she lets go of my arm and takes a seat. Hoping to get another glance at her legs or at the tantalizing outline of the thong underneath her skirt, instead I’m treated with a glimpse down the front of your blouse. Unbeknownst to me, as we made our way to the bench, she surreptitiously unbuttoned the top two buttons. I clearly see the lace outline of her bra and a view of her gorgeous cleavage. Quickly, I sit down next to her, hoping she hasn’t noticed the stirring in my pants. Her mischievous smile says otherwise.

Sitting on the bench, we begin to chat again. Soon, we’re laughing and carrying on again, sharing stories and discussing all sorts of topics. I do my best not to overtly stare, but I regularly peek at her cleavage. Kate notices.

I look out at the stream. Collected water from the recent rains rushes by, carrying leaves and small tree branches. The water is higher than usual as well as browner than typical, as it carries more dirt and mud. “It’s not as picturesque as usual,” I say with some disappointment in my voice. “The water’s usually much more clear and serene. I hadn’t realized those rains earlier this week were so heavy.”

“It’s okay, Kevin,” Kate replies. “Although not as peaceful, I think watching the high water is rather interesting. You can see how the stream and surrounding areas respond to stress.”

At the word stress, the treeline lights up, followed a few seconds later by a deep rumbling boom. As we’d walked to the park, some clouds had rolled in. The clouds progressively darkened while we sat on the bench chatting. By now, the park has grown a bit dim due to the clouds combined with the overhead tree cover. A moment later, I feel a large drop splash on my forehead. Then another, and another.

“Maybe we should find some shelter,” I say, as the tree cover begins to continually sprinkle water upon us.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Kate replies as the large drops dapple her shirt with small semi-transparent circles. kadıköy escort bayan She begins to walk quickly down the pathway to the right. Picking up my bag, I follow. Not twenty paces down the walkway, the trees light up, a deep boom immediately follows, and the drops quicken to a continual pour. As I catch up to Kate, she leans over, giving me a beautiful view of her tight ass in her pencil skirt. She slips off her heels and starts to run down the path.

Now the rain is a constant flood from the sky. Though water resistant, I don’t think my bag can keep out this downpour. As I trot to keep up, I unbutton my shirt, pull it off, and wrap it around my laptop bag, hoping to prevent the damage I dread. So intent on this task am I that I almost don’t notice Kate cut to the side down a different path. I pivot to follow as I wrap and tie the sleeves of my shirt around the bag.

After a minute or two, I catch up to Kate, who has taken shelter in a park pavilion. She has set her high heels on the picnic table that she is leaning against. Though no longer being rained upon, her hair still drips, dropping onto her blouse. I watch as a bead of water forms on a hair. It falls and lands on the center of her chest. The drop rolls down between her cleavage, drawing my eyes to the front of her now skin-tight blouse. The rain has also rendered the formerly opaque shirt semi-transparent, and I stare at the outline of her lace-edged bra and at the form of her perky breasts. A moment later I realize my stare and quickly look back up.

Her smile and the look in her eyes tells me that she’s not offended. She herself cannot hide her own stare as she runs her eyes up and down my bare torso. Although not as well defined as a ‘six pack’, my abs are nonetheless strong and visible. My chest and arms, though not bulky, are well toned. I smile as her eyes glide back up to meet mine again. “I was not expecting such a heavy downpour,” I say. “Hopefully my laptop is still okay.” I reach past Kate’s side and set the bundled bag and shirt on the table next to her heels. As I place it, our bodies are close enough that I feel her hair drip on my arm. “I’m glad you found us some shelter.”

“I’ve actually been to this park before,” Kate replies, placing her hand on my forearm. Our closeness is electric. A surge of desire pulses through me, driving me to grab Kate, lift her skirt, and take her right there on the picnic table. But I restrain myself, though my want for her has become apparent. “I actually don’t live that far from here, just a couple blocks up, and a street over. Maybe we can head that way once the rain calms down. You’re in no state to be parading around on public streets,” she indicates, placing her hand on the center of my chest, and letting her fingers trace down to my stomach. The lust is apparent in her eyes, but she quickly pulls her arm back.

We stare at each other, not knowing what to say, restraining the primal urges to rip the clothes off of each other in a public park. The rain continues to pour, hammering the roof of the pavilion. I raise one hand to brush the wet hair aside from her eyes. Our eyes meet again.

Kate’s hands reach out and grab my belt. She pulls me in closer, pressing her chest against mine. I can feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her clothes. I wrap an arm around her lower back and draw her in even tighter. My other hand slides behind the back of her neck, massaging her under the hairline, as I lean in for a kiss.

Our lips meet. I feel the same surge of electricity up my spine as at the coffee shop, only ten times as intense. Kate must feel the same because she grips my belt again and pulls my hips towards her tighter. Our kiss becomes deeper, the lust of our meeting growing steadily. As I part my lips slightly, I feel Kate’s tongue reaching out, probing in search of mine. I respond, my tongue meeting hers as we kiss.

Lust takes over. My hand slides down from her lower back and squeezes her ass. I can feel the contour of her panties through the fabric of her skirt. My excitement grows, and Kate feels it, the bulge growing in my pants and pressing against her. Her hands slide around my lower back, gripping me and holding me close. Our kiss continues passionately, lips pressed and parted, tongues dancing with each other.

I run my hand down Kate’s back starting from the neck, fingers teasing along the spine down the back of her blouse. Passing over the small of her back, it joins the other hand firmly grasping her tight butt. Our kiss continues as our bodies press, my barely-contained erection straining at the fabric of my boxers, my slacks, and her skirt. Her heartbeat quickens at the feel of me. I can sense it in the touch of her lips.

I break off the kiss and slide my hands to the back of Kate’s legs. I lift her off of the ground and place her on the edge of the table. Her skirt rides up her hips, revealing the creamy skin of her inner thighs. She pulls me back in towards her, my body now between her legs as she spreads them wider. escort maltepe I lean in and kiss the base of her neck. I feel Kate tremble as my lips move placing light kisses up her neck to just beneath her ear. I flick her earlobe with my tongue and draw it into my mouth. I play with it with my lips until finishing with a nibble.

As I kiss her, my hands run up and down her upper legs, caressing her thighs. As I slide one hand underneath Kate’s skirt, she puts her hand on my chest and pushes me away.

“Do you hear that?” Kate says with a smile. “The rain’s no longer pounding.” She looks around and adds, “I think it’s letting up.” I turn to the side and see that the rain has slackened. Only scattered drops now fall from the sky to hit the trees and ground outside the pavilion. As I watch the sky and the surrounding park, Kate scoots off the table and brushes her skirt back down her legs. I turn back and notice with a look of disappointment on my face. Kate smiles a wicked grin as she holds one of my hands. “Grab your bag, Kevin. Follow me.” As I shoulder my bag, she winks and slips back on her heels. Recalling our earlier conversation, my anticipation begins to grow. Her place must not be far from here.

I follow her down the walkway out towards the street. Hanging behind slightly, pretending to follow her directions, I again take in the view of her ass. I can clearly see the outline of her thong panties through the damp pencil skirt. The thought of what lies beneath that thin fabric holds my attention, as do the sway of her hips and the motion of her slender legs. Her lace-edged bra, also visible through her wet blouse, hints at the treasure hidden inside. My pulse races. I long to unwrap that gorgeous body.

As I stare, Kate makes a sharp turn left into the entrance way of a small apartment building. Opening the gate, she beckons me inward. Her eyes follow me as I pass, lingering on the back of my tight pants. Following her eyes, I see her stare at my arms and shoulders. Her lascivious glance indicates she wants to remove the rest of my clothes almost as much as I want to tear off hers.

She brushes her chest against my arm as she passes by my left to lead me up the stairs. If her sway garnered my attention earlier, her motion as she climbs the stairs absolutely entrances me. I can barely take my eyes off of her as I follow, nearly stumbling halfway up. As she reaches the third floor landing, Kate turns to her right, walks three doors down, and stops. Without a word, she unlocks the door and leads me inside.

As I step through the doorway, Kate nudges the door closed. I turn back towards her, push her up against the door, and kiss her. As our lips touch, I feel a surge of energy again flow through me. The surge is stronger now, as I sense that this time we won’t stop prematurely. I grab the hem of Kate’s skirt and quickly lift it up her hips. But Kate pushes me back.

“You’re so eager, aren’t you Kevin,” she says smoothing her skirt down once more. “Don’t you know the polite thing is to take off your shoes when you enter?” She kicks off her heels and sets them on a shoe rack near the door. Abashed, I bend down and untie my shoes. I place them off to the side out of the walkway. As I walk farther in, I remember the bag hanging over my shoulder, and I set it down, as well.

Kate walks behind me and into the kitchen. “Would you like a glass of water?” she asks as I follow behind her.

“Yes,” I reply. “Funny that I would be thirsty after running through all that rain.”

She hands me a glass as she fills a second for herself. In one fluid motion, she lifts her glass, brings it to her mouth, and swallows its contents. I stand next to her, a glass in my hand, staring. “I must have been thirsty as well,” she replies smiling as she places her glass under the faucet and refills it. We both stand in the kitchen sipping our water. As I stand leaning against the counter, water drips down the back of my hair and lands on the counter top.

“Where are my manners!” Kate exclaims. “We’ve just come inside from a rain, and I haven’t offered you a towel.” She turns, walks down a short narrow hallway leading from the living room, and disappears behind a door. She emerges carrying a stack of towels. At the bottom of the stack are a pair of large ones, and then a few smaller ones haphazardly placed on top. Setting the smaller ones down on the counter, she hands me a large towel. “There. I hope that towel will be enough to dry you off. You can use one of these other hand towels, too, if you need it.”

I begin drying myself off, starting with my hair and neck. I had thought I’d dried off more as we walked to her apartment, but the towel soon becomes damp. As I move the towel down, I look up and see Kate standing in front of me, bent at the waist, and vigorously drying off her hair. From my view point, I can see clearly down the front of her blouse. As she moves the towel around in an attempt to squeeze as much water as possible from her hair, she shakes a bit from side to side. My view and her motion combine to be a mesmerizing vision. My eyes lock in watching the sway of her breasts in her lace-edged bra. I start absentmindedly drying off my arms and chest, but I continue to stare. “Enjoying the show?” Kate says as she stands back straight up.

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Negar and I chatted a little about school as she drove me to pick up my car. She asked what I was studying and was interested in what I thought of the math department. Since she was in grad school I didn’t know most of her professors but we commiserated about the statistics classes which we agreed were poorly taught. She was hoping to get a job offer before graduation but completion was stiff and she wanted something here in the city which limited her choices. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she laughed and said no and that like me she was too busy to worry about it at the moment.

“You are lucky you found Anna at your work.”

“Yes, sometimes chance brings what we weren’t expecting. Or maybe fate.”

“Yes, maybe fate. I will come tomorrow at 9:30 Jake.”

We said goodbye and I drove home to prepare for class wondering where fate was leading me.

I arrived a little early to find Negar already waiting. She greeted me with a warm smile.

“Good morning Jake. Did you sleep well?”

“I had a lot of studying to do. I need to be sure I keep up with all my classes.”

“You need to keep your strength up too. Good rest is important.”

She was looking at me and smiling as she offered this advice. I returned the smile. “Seeing Anna always makes me forget how much sleep I’ve had.” I grinned and she laughed.

“Yes, love has its own energy.”

“How long have you been in this country Negar?”

“Five years now, sometimes it seems like I’ve always lived here and sometimes like I just arrived yesterday. Anna came two years ago with her family. I was so happy when she came. I was very lonely before that.”

“What does Anna’s husband do?”

“His work is about trade – importing and exporting I think. I really don’t know much about it. He is always traveling for business and I used to worry about Anna. It’s hard to be married to a man like that. I could never do it. He is much older than her too. The marriage was arranged by our parents.”

I had many more questions, especially as I had not been reprimanded for asking, but we had arrived at the apartment.

Negar let us in and ushering me to the kitchen said she would make tea. Anna had not arrived yet as we were a little early. I sat at the counter and watched as Negar worked. The sisters were so similar in looks and manner that if it hadn’t been for their difference in figure it might have been hard to tell them apart.

“Did you have an Iranian girlfriend before Jake?”

She set our cups on the counter and sat down with me.

I laughed “No.”

“So what do you think?”

The question caused me to flush and stutter for an answer and thankfully Anna arrived as I was still trying to formulate my answer. Negar went to answer the door and the two women returned with Negar holding Hassan. Anna came over and put her arms around me, kissing my face.

“Good morning dear Jake. I see my sister has made you welcome.”

She poured herself some tea and sat down close by me, kissing me again and pressing her thigh against mine.

“I dreamed about you last night.” she said between kisses.

“Tell me.”

“I think I must show you.” she laughed. “Come.”

She pulled me to my feet and led me down the hall to the bedroom. “Wait for me dear.”

She disappeared for a few minutes and returned wearing only a sheer nightie and panties. Her breasts, visible through the thin fabric, swayed as she moved, the erect nipples pressed out making little mounds. It was a vision out of an erotic dream.

“Sit ataşehir escort Jake, I will do all.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and then knelt in front of me and unbuckled my pants and worked first them and then my shorts down to my ankles. Taking my semi-erect cock into her mouth she began to suck it and massage my balls. Her hair draped over my lap as she sucked in a perfumed cascade and in a couple of minutes I was rock hard. Removing her mouth she pressed her breasts against the shaft and massaged it between them. The silky fabric and soft warm flesh of her breasts soon had me so horny I could hardly stand it.

Pushing me back on the bed she sat astride me again, and pulling the crotch of her panties aside she placed the head of my dick against her pussy opening and sat down against me. She was very wet and slippery and my cock slid all the way in to the root in one smooth motion.

I groaned with pleasure at the sensation. “Oh Anna, you are so wet!”

My hands were on her breasts, kneading and playing with the nipples which had begun to leak milk.

“Yes love, I am ready for you.”

She began to move, slowly at first, rising up and settling back down, and the sensation was exquisite. I could feel my cock reaching the very depths of her pussy and the entrance to her womb each time she settled down against me.

I reached beneath her nightie taking a breast in each hand and she leaned forward so I could suck on first one and then the other.

She increased her pace and moaned as milk began to flow from her breasts and I started to thrust against her with increasing urgency.

Her eyes were fixed on my face as my orgasm approached and I was drawn to return her gaze. Our eyes locked together as my cock began to jerk deep within her and she moaned, her voice full of desire “Oh Jake! Oh my love. Oh YES!!”

I began to cum with great force and she moaned and cried as I filled her, flooded her, until semen was leaking out between us and our motion was making wet exclamations with each thrust.

Anna collapsed on top of me, kissing my lips and hugging me to her breasts and then rolled, pulling me on top of her, her pussy still squeezing my swollen shaft.

“Don’t pull out love, stay inside me, lie with me here.”

I pulled her close, kissing her, and then rose up on my arms to gaze at her. She was so beautiful I thought, long dark hair framing her face, her eyes, large, dark, and bright gazing back at me.

There was a slight rustle from the direction of the door which I realized had been left open. Negar must have been watching us I thought. I was too full of the afterglow of sex to dwell on this though, and laid back down against Anna’s breasts and nuzzled her neck and ears before kissing her again and she sighed in complete contentment.

We must have laid there for fifteen minutes or longer with neither of us speaking, basking in the feel of our bodies pressed against each other. She played with my hair and kissed my eyes and face and I nearly dozed off.

Finally Negar appeared at the doorway holding Hassan in her arms.

“I think you are hungry now Jake. You may take a shower if you wish and come to the kitchen when you are dressed. Anna will feed her son who is also very hungry.”

She withdrew to give us privacy and I let my now slack organ slide from Anna’s warm embrace and her panties to slip back in place. I kissed her once more and, gathering my clothes, headed across the hall to the shower.

When I emerged Anna was still on the bed with the baby nestled in her arms and sucking hungrily away. Her kadıköy escort bayan eyes were closed and she was humming softly to him. I stood watching quietly for a minute before heading to the kitchen.

Negar had a plate of sandwiches set out on the table along with a middle eastern salad and fresh cups of tea. She was right, as I felt famished and took a seat while she served me before sitting herself.

The food was delicious and I ate hungrily, oblivious until Negar spoke.

“You like Iranian food?”

I smiled and nodded, my mouth full.

She laughed. “It’s good!”

I nodded again and then realized she was approving my taste in cuisine.

“You like to cook? Prepare food I mean?”

“Yes, of course, but Anna is a much better cook than I. When she will be able to prepare food for you you will see. I don’t have guests so often and am out of practice. Anna always cooks for us when she is here.”

“Perhaps I should take her some food now?”

Negar smiled. “Yes, I will prepare a plate for her.”

I headed to the bedroom to find Anna dozing, the baby asleep at her breast. I sat down on the bed and kissed her. “Anna, are you hungry?”

She opened her eyes and smiled and pulled my face to her lips.

“Thank you Jake. I must go soon.”

She took the plate and ate while I sat next to her. When she had finished I took the plate and she leaned her head against me.

“You will come tomorrow?”

I nodded and kissed her before heading back to the kitchen.

Negar already had everything put away. “I will help Anna with the baby and then take you to your car Jake.”

I waited in the living room while Anna showered quickly and dressed and Negar settled Hassan in the tote, still asleep.

We left together, Negar and I heading to her car. We chatted about school some more as she drove and agreed that she would pick me up again at the same time. I gave her my cell number and suggested we meet on campus sometime when our schedules allowed. She smiled and flushed slightly I thought as I handed her my number.

As I drove to campus for afternoon classes I wondered how long she had been watching Anna and I. Oh well, I didn’t mind I thought, and Anna clearly didn’t.

Negar picked me up the next morning and we drove quietly to her apartment this time. We were a little later and Anna was already there waiting for us. We sat in the kitchen and had tea, the women chatting about the baby and how quickly he was growing and how Anna would need to go shopping for new clothes for him soon. It all felt very relaxed and domestic.

We finished our tea and Anna led me to the bedroom where I consciously noted that she left the door ajar as we undressed and laid down on the bed. We made love with me on top this time and again laid there locked together when we finished till Negar brought Hassan for his meal.

It felt so comfortable lying there with Anna that I stayed while she nursed him until Negar returned and scolded me that my food was waiting and I should hurry up or she would put it away.

I quickly showered and hurried to the kitchen where Negar scolded me again as she served me. The food was delicious and I ate two helpings which seemed to mollify and please the cook who smiled brightly at my complements.

Anna finished nursing and came out to sit with us before I had finished. We set up a loose schedule for my visits, a few times a week and always in the morning when Anna could come.

Negar’s apartment began to seem like a second home, actually more of a home than my shared apartment. It always escort maltepe felt clean and wholesome and I found myself enjoying the domestic feel more with each visit. Anna and I didn’t always make love now, sometimes we would just visit with Negar and they would play with the baby and cook something for us to eat before I returned to my world.

While I often had tried to find out more details about Anna’s family situation she always dismissed my queries with an admonition not to worry and that she didn’t want this house troubled by the problems of another. It was during one of these mornings spent in the kitchen that the conversation drifted to these matters. Both women were interested my background and in what I thought of Iran and Iranian people.

I had grown up in the fairly conservative community of a small town outside of Springfield, one in which everyone knew everyone else’s business. I had felt stifled as a teenager and took attending university as my ticket out. I enjoyed the social freedom and anonymity of the city. Negar instinctively understood this and sympathized overtly. While I understood that Anna felt similarly she did not say so out loud.

“What about your parents?” was her question. “Do they approve?”

“They are pleased I am attending University Anna. Is that what you were asking?”

“Do they approve of you Jake?”

“They were relieved when I moved out I think. I don’t get along with my father and it was difficult at home when I was in high school. My mother always asks if I am attending church. I tell her I have to work and study on weekends. It is different than for your people I think Anna.”

“Family is very important for our people. Children cannot go against the wishes of their parents without causing much trouble. Because our parents are dead I could come to America on my own, but Anna became part of her husband’s family when she married. It was happy fate that his business brought them here also.”

“Our great grandparents were Zoroastrians, the ancient religion of Persia, but life for them became very difficult and our grandparents joined the Muslim faith. We are very happy to be here in America where women have more power outside of the house and religion is considered a personal matter, but Anna still must be very careful neither her family nor their friends suspect she is seeing you Jake. If they found out she could lose everything. I think she is very brave.”

Negar was gazing at her sister who was following the conversation with the help of interspersed explanations from Negar.

This statement brought a slight flush to Anna’s cheeks as well as to mine. “Every day I thank God for my sister Jake. Without her I would be alone with my son in this world. Her home is our haven here.”

I agreed that Negar’s apartment was a special place and that I always felt at peace here. “But do you miss your home country?”

“Yes, of course, we miss our beautiful city and the mountains and the sea. Mostly we miss our parents home that was often full of guests and conversation. Here I do not entertain and the house is empty when Anna and Hassan are not here, and now we have your visits as well.” she smiled at me.

“Why did your parents choose Anna’s husband?”

“They wanted security for her and our household Jake, and our mother thought it a good match. At first it was OK, but when our parents were killed things changed. I will speak no more about it. Here we should speak of the future, not the past.”

I let the subject go and Negar steered the conversation toward my studies, what kinds of food I liked, and where my favorite places in the city were. We drank more tea and ate before it was time for Negar to take me back to my car.

As the days went by both work and School were going well and I felt at peace with the world, but of course there are inevitably complications.

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For my last birthday I had received a month pass to a local tanning salon. Needless to say, it wasn’t exactly my thing or the thing of any other guy I knew. My girlfriend at the time thought I’d look good with an all over tan, but before now I had never bothered to use it. I was in the process of throwing away all traces of her existance from my apartment when I re-discovered the coupon pinned to my refrigerator by a magnet. I must have looked at it a thousand times without noticing it but now it suddenly captured my attention. I figured I could always check it out just for kicks and who knows, if it did what is was supposed to do, I could always end up making my ex jealous, which would definitely be a perk.

I assumed that the only other people who would be there would be female, so I took a shower and a little extra time cultivating my appearance. As I was doing this it I couldn’t believe how ignorant I had been in neglecting to see that a tanning salon would be the perfect place to pick up women! Most girls who went for that sort of thing were usually the types who prided themselves in their appearance more so than strength of character or even intelligence. In other words, it would be a place full of hot girls!

The place was only a ten minute drive away. I parked out front, and walking to the door, gave the surrounding area a quick once over. If any of my friends saw me going into here, it would be pretty embarassing. Then I remembered how I had justified coming here to myself and knew that there was no way they could argue with that logic.

Inside, the place looked how I expected it to be. Kind of like a chiropractic office and a travel agency were forced to share the same area. It was clean and slighty sterile, only posters of suntan lotion were pinned to the walls and potted ferns were situated randomly to give the place a slightly tropical feel. I walked over to the receptionist, a cute little thing who couldn’t have been more than eighteen and looked like she had been a customer for at least two years. I showed her the card and explained to her how I had recieved it.

“Your girlfriend didn’t come with you,” she asked. I said we had broken up to which the girl gave me a once over and replied, “Her loss.” She asked me a few questions to ascertain how long I could remain within a bed, which was only ten minutes for the first time.

“Now,” she said, “there are ten individual rooms with a bed in each and at the end of the hall is a co-ed room. Usually couples go in there… but when the rooms are full we put people in there, too. Now, as luck would have it, the rooms are all full. You can wait if you want, or I can put you in there.”

“That won’t be a problem,” I asked. The girl shrugged and smiled.

“Only if you don’t mind sharing it with a girl. One of our regulars is in there now. If you hurry, you’ll both finish up at the same time,” she said, and winked.

“Sold,” I said. The girl grinned and took hold of my arm, leading me down the hall. I had been here all of five minutes and already I was in love with the place. “If I need help, who do I ask for,” I asked, by way of an introduction.

“I’m Cindy,” the girl replied. She looked at the coupon in her hand I had given her and added, “Nice to meet you, Ben.”

When I entered the room, Cindy ataşehir escort set the timer on the bed, smiled again and then closed the door behind me. I looked around. Two beds rested side by side, five feet apart. A space separated top from bottom on each and I could see the form of a woman resting within one. Her skin was glowing blue, but I could tell it was toned, with a lovely curving hip leading to long, slender legs. I smiled and wished a silent thank-you to Cindy, then began to undress by the door. I walked over to my bed and opened the door, placed the glasses hanging off it on my face, then climbed onto the warm surface. I carefully closed the door and was surprised by how unconfined I felt. I now understood why the top and bottom parts were unattached.

I let my body relax, feeling the very warm, comforting glow penetrate my skin, then titled my head to the side. The girl in the next bed was looking over at me. She smiled then looked back up. I really, really hoped our timers went off at the same time. I wanted to see the rest of what this girl had to offer.

I was surprised by how quickly the ten minutes passed. The buzzer of the timer went off and I opened the lid. I stretched my arms, tensing my body for a moment. The bed had been so relaxing I didn’t want it to end. I slid my legs over the side and glanced over at the other bed. The girl was looking at me again, or more specifically, at the area between my legs. I shaved down there and whenever I was with a girl for the first time, her reaction was always the same. Surprise, followed by curiousity. And when she actually got to experience the feel of a smooth, hairless shaft and bag and all the skin surrounding it, she was in love.

I felt a brief moment of embarassment, then tried to act casually. She had a very pleased grin on her face and I had a feeling, timer or no timer, she’d be getting out of her bed soon. And no sooner had that thought ended than her timer went off. Her lid went up, and I slipped off the bed, standing naked before her. She sat up, swung her feet to the floor, and stood before me. She, too, stretched, then smiled at me.

“Mmm, that felt good,” she said. I agreed, looking over her body. She was tall, and had an athletic build. Her breasts were two perfectly round orbs, hanging slightly from her chest, tanned to a luscious light caramel colour. Her stomach was flat, with a glittering stone pierced in the navel. Her hips were strong, but curved, and as I looked between them I laughed.

“What’s so funny,” she asked.

“I see we have something in common,” I said, nodded downwards. She looked in the direction I indicated, at her freshly shaven pussy, also tanned to perfection. She looked at my cock, which I had given up on fighting to keep flaccid, and licked her lips.

“There’s no greater feeling than being shaved, is there,” she asked, never drawing her eyes away from my solid member.

“Except maybe feeling shaved on shaved,” I said.

“I’m Joey,” she said.

“Ben,” I responded.

“Got somewhere to be, Ben,” she asked. I resisted saying, ‘Inside you’ and instead responded, “Just my lonely apartment.” I made the short walk over to my clothes, though I did not want to put them on. Joey ran a finger from her neck, down the center of her chest, along kadıköy escort bayan her stomach and stopped on the hairless skin above her vagina.

“Care for some company,” she asked.

“I’d love some,” I answered, and forced myself to dress. We left the room together, and as we walked past the fron desk, Cindy looked up from her magazine and said, “You kids have fun.” Joey said, “Bye hun,” while I just winked.

We decided to drive over together, so she left her car parked there and climbed in next to me in my truck. She neglected to put her bra on, and as we drove over, she pinched and tugged at her erect nipples as they jutted through the thin material of her white cotton tank top. My cock struggled against my khakis, and sensing this she placed a hand over the bulge, as if to reassure me that it would find release in due time.

We practically ran up the stairs into my apartment. They door hadn’t even closed and Joey was tearing her clothes off of her body. I did likewise, then we fell into each others embrace, kissing furiously. I grasped one of her golden tits in my hand, and reached over to her ass with the other, squeezing her hard. She pressed her cunt into my cock, grinding it momentarily before shoving me hard against the chest. I fell back onto my sofa and she dove between my legs. She took my length in one hand and began lapping it at the base, before moving on to my balls. She wasn’t gentle, but the discomfort was exquisite as her tongue covered every inch of my balls and the sack that contained them with her saliva. She sucked a ball into her mouth and lovingly cushioned it between her tongue and cheek, then let it slip out with a slurpy sound and raced her tongue further south. The skin there was also hairless, but often neglected and the sensation bordered between ticklish and heavenly.

That is when she grasped my cheeks with her hands and spread them, leaving my asshole exposed to the air. She lunged at it with her tongue and swirled and probed and left me breathless. I felt near coming. My balls, bouncing off her nose, tightened and she felt this, for she darted her mouth up to my head and swallowed it. She began to engulf my cock, sliding her lips up and down, faster and faster. A groan stirred within me and built up into a loud moan that escaped my lips as my steaming hot come shot repeatedly into her mouth. She kept her lips sealed firmly, still stroking my cock with her mouth as she swallowed glob after glob of my white love. I opened my eyes and looked down at her to see an arm reaching back behind her. She was fingering her own asshole. This caused another eruption within me, and as I jerked, my cock slipped from her mouth and shot a white load onto her face.

She fell back, seemingly spent. She ran her fingertips along her face, dragging the come to her lips, where she appeared to savour it like gourmet ice cream. I sat back, and studied her body, soft and feminine, yet with an underlying athletic tone. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees, her lips between them engorged with lust. I watched her other hand run over her chest and down between her legs. Her fingers slipped into the wet folds, and as she cleaned her face of my come, she began to pleasure herself while I recovered.

“Ooh, your come tastes so good… escort maltepe I loved sucking it out of your long, hard cock. Your gorgeous, smooth cock. It felt so good sliding in and out of my… ah… my mouth. Mmm… feeling your hot come splatter against my face made me soooo fucking wet,” she said nearly breathless as her fingers worked away within her body.

“It made me feel like your bitch,” she continued, her words stimulating my mind and, more importantly, my member. “Did you like coming on my face… ah… did it make you feel like.. ah.. ah…a man? It made me feel like a nasty little slut… ooh, god… I love feeling like a dirty little whore. A dirty little whore fingering her cunt for you… her juicy pussy. I want your big, hard cock in my wet little pussy. Ooh. Would you like to put your… oh… your fucking cock into my pussy? You wanna ram your fat cock into my tanned little pussy? Did you… oh oh oh… did you want to stick your cock into me when you saw me? I saw you… oh, I saw your hairless cock and I wanted it, oh, I wanted it to fuck my little cunt. Ah… ah.. so badly, I wanted it.. oh shit… I wanted it to… to fuck my little cunt so hard and fast, ah god… fuck me, fuck me now!”

I was on her in a flash. Her pussy was so wet I slid in with ease, and just as I entered her, I released a violent thrust against her body, at the same time gripping her left nipple between my fingers and squeezing violently. She shrieked and forced herself down hard against my rigid tool. With one hand she began tugging at one of her tits and with the other she began to stimulate her clit. I fucked her furiously; her strong legs wrapped around my waist and I plunged into her over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her wavy blonde hair spread out around her lead like a halo and her blue eyes were closed tight. She bit her bottom lip as I pummeled her body relentlessly.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, that is it! Ooooh my god I haven’t been fucked this hard ever,” she cried out, and this just served to egg me on. I put everything into my thrusting. Her legs tightened around my body, trying to hold me inside her, and I struggled harder still to make her feel my piston.

“You want my cock inside you,” I gasped between short breaths. “You like being fucked like … like a naughty little slut? You want your little fuck hole… filled with my big cock?”

“Yes, yes I do,” she responded, both hands on her own nipples.

“Squeeze your titties for me,” I ordered, and she obeyed. “Tweak your nipples. Pinch them and pull them… make them sorry they ever got hard!” And she did, screaming lustily as she did so. And as I drilled away at her body, as she tortured her tits, her screams began raising in volume. They were shorter, but there were more of them. Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts and her body began to shake. She was screaming uncontrollably now, her body being overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.

This in turn triggered mine. I didn’t pull out; I released within her, feeling my come shoot within the chambers of her pussy. Joey was writhing below me and I shot the last of my load within her, I collapsed onto her sweaty, tanned body. We struggled to catch our breath, then she caught my eyes with her own.

“Oh my god,” she said, pulling my head to hers and kissing me hard on the mouth.”Oh my god, that was the most amazing fuck I have ever had. I could only nod in agreement. “We have to do this again.”

Again I only nodded.

“And get Cindy in on it, too.”

This time there was a grin on my face as I nodded.

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Background

The fall semester was about to start and I was excited to see what my class would look like this year. Though I am a happily married man and never intended to go outside of the bond, I always felt like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting to see what co-eds would be enrolled for the upcoming semester.

I guess I should start with a little background information. I recently began working as the tennis instructor in the PE department of the local college. I’ve played competitively for years, but never considered being an instructor until I was approached by the head of our department. I thought it would be a great way to earn a little extra money while enjoying some harmless flirting with college girls. I’m 38 years old, 6’3 and athletically built, with a good tan from my competitions. At 8 inches in length, I don’t have the longest cock around, but I make up for it in girth that is well above average.

The first couple of years, aside from some flirting, nothing out of the ordinary happened. I was having a great time getting to know all of the students, though the level of play was pretty poor. There was always a wide array of talents, with some members of the varsity team enrolled, and others that were only in it to meet their PE requirements and acted like they never left their computer except for my class. I had fun with all of them and none of us took the class very seriously. We were out there to promote exercise and fitness, not to train them to become professionals, so we joked around with each other a lot and made it as fun as we could.

Chapter 1

I was excited to meet my new class and got to the courts early to make sure everything was set up. As the class starting arriving, I was mentally taking an inventory of what I’d be working with. It looked like I’d have 15 guys (10 athletes in other sports, 5 that were more of the computer type), and 10 girls. Right away, I recognized Cassie, Anna, and Lara as athletes from other teams on our campus. Cassy is a 5’6 blonde, busty, with thicker, athletic legs from her time on the soccer team. Anna was a tiny little firecracker, 5’1 with long brown hair, small chest, and a lean, athletic build that helped her excel on our gymnastics team. Lara was the top player on the women’s tennis team, with Spanish heritage and the muscular build of most tennis players. There were also a few students that I did not recognize, but was glad to see were in my class. There was Rachel, a fiery redhead with glasses and a thin build, and her best friend Maddie, a thicker brunette with bleached highlights and a curvier frame to go with her baby fat. I was most excited about the idea of coaching Paige and Haley though, a set of identical blonde twins that looked like they were right off of the runway; leggy blondes with all of the right curves. There were a lot of good prospects for some harmless flirting.

The semester started out like every other year. A couple of students had played some in high school and were decent players. They usually went to the back courts on their own to play at a higher pace. A lot of the guys in class thought they’d be able to easily beat the girls, but Lara from the tennis team was easily embarrassing them each class. I spent most of my time on the front courts, working with the students that had never played before and needed to learn the basics.

It was during these early classes that I began working closely with Rachel, the pale-skinned redhead that looked like she had never played sports in her life. She had a small frame and wasn’t in bad shape, but her coordination and tennis skills were far behind the rest. After a few days of class, it was obvious that Rachel was falling behind her classmates, which I could tell was frustrating to this 4.0 student.

“Coach Jack, do you think you could stay after class with me and help me with my serve? I can’t afford a bad grade in this class.”

“No problem Rachel” I smiled at her. It wasn’t uncommon for students to ask this, and I never minded staying late for the ones that wanted to learn.

After class ended, Rachel stuck around and waited for me by the basket of tennis balls I had set up on the baseline. After showing her the proper technique more than a dozen times, she was still struggling to make contact with the ball. She just couldn’t seem to toss the ataşehir escort ball straight up and find it with her racquet. Sensing her frustration, I decided a new approach was needed.

“If you promise not to hit me with the racquet, I’m going to kneel on the ground in front of you and toss the ball up. All you need to do is watch the ball until it hits the strings on your racquet”

“That sounds easy enough, thanks Coach. I promise not to hit you!” She laughed and got ready for the first toss. I could tell right away that she took her eye off the ball, and missed it completely when she swung again.

“Remember Rachel, keep your eye on it the whole time!”

The next toss was better, with her hitting the ball into the net. A great improvement, even though it still didn’t go in-bounds. After a handful of tosses, she was starting to hit it pretty good. As she got ready for each serve, I couldn’t help but get distracted by the concentration on her face as she watched the ball. Her slim legs in front of my face, only covered by a short tennis-skirt, weren’t helping me keep my focus either.

“Alright Rachel, now really try to hit this one hard! I know you can get it over the net now that you know how to hit it!”

With the next toss, Rachel swung as hard as she could and made solid contact…with my shoulder!

“Oh no Coach, I am so sorry! You’ll probably never want to help me again…” she said sadly, feeling bad for causing the pain she thought she had caused. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings and tell her that she didn’t swing very hard and it really didn’t hurt. Plus, milking a little extra attention may not be the worst thing in the world!

“It’s ok Rachel, I know you didn’t mean too…”

“No, but I still feel awful. Why don’t you at least let me rub it for you?” she asks, walking over and starting to reach for my shoulder.

“That’s really very nice, but I don’t think it’s necessary. Plus, what would it look like if someone walked by and saw you giving me a massage?”

“Oh fine” she pouted playfully. I couldn’t help but notice her hand drifting down my back and over my ass as she pulled her arm away, but I decided it was probably unintentional.

Chapter 2

At dinner that night, I had to share my encounter with Rachel with my wife Carly. Carly is a stunning woman, 36 years old with long brown hair. She runs regularly and has very fit body, with A-cup breasts and the kind of legs and ass that makes guys melt. Some of my friends that are into pornography have compared her to India Summer, though she’s not that outgoing with her sexuality. We have an exciting sex life and enjoy each other several times a week, but it’s usually pretty routine. Like most guys, I’ve told her my fantasies of having a threesome, but she’s never shown the same interest. She does love to ask about the co-eds in my class though, and I think it turns her on to hear me talking about how some of them flirt, so I couldn’t wait to tell her about Rachel trying to give me a rub down on the court!

“I really think it was just an accident when she touched my ass though…” I said, finishing my story about Rachel. Even though I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, I was trying to reassure her that it was probably harmless.

“I don’t know baby, you’re at the age now where these girls are going to throw themselves at you because you’re young enough to still be sexy, but old enough to be a challenge and unattainable, in their minds. Make sure you keep it that way! Now tell me, what else was she doing during the private lesson?”

“Well, now that you mention it, it did seem like she was bending over at the waist more than she needed to, giving me a look down her top.”

“Oh dear, you’re so oblivious. There is NO WAY that was an accident!” she playfully argued.

“So I guess when I was kneeling in front of her for the toss, she knew I could see up her tennis skirt too?”

“Honey, you are so naïve! I guarantee she knew you were checking her out. I bet her little panties were getting wet knowing this strong married man was looking at her…”she trailed off, acting like she was upset that I let it get that far. As she was pretending to be upset though, I noticed her arm slip under the table and her breathing pick up.

“Carly, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say the thought kadıköy escort bayan of this young thing flirting with me is turning you on.”

Reaching her foot under the table and into my lap, she felt my slightly growing wood. I didn’t realize the conversation was having the same impact on me. “It looks like I’m not the only one excited here, I bet your boner was poking out through your shorts today!”

“You know I’d never act on it baby, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to look up her skirt. What man wouldn’t love that view of a hot college chick?”

“You say you wouldn’t cheat, but I’m not sure you could stop her if she did this…”

Before I knew it, Carly had slipped all the way beneath the table and I felt her unzipping my fly to release my quickly growing cock. I knew she was turned on because she rarely gave me head after years of marriage. It didn’t take long though before her tongue was sliding along the underside of my now fully erect 8 inches.

“Mmmmm, baby, that feels so good” I moaned as I slid down in my chair, my head resting on the back.

Her lips slipped over the head of my cock and went halfway down the shaft before reversing and rising back up. She repeated this slowly a few times, occasionally coming all the way off my cock to give a playful lick along the bottom side, which she knew drove me wild. She finally wrapped her lips around one more time and lowered her mouth the full 8 inches down until her nose touched my skin, a move she hadn’t done in years.

“Ohhhhh baby, I forgot you knew how to do that!” feeling the orgasm starting to rise but not wanting this to end.

She must have sensed my fastly approaching climax too, because she quickly pulled off, licked the pre-cum off the tip of my cock and came out from under the table. As she stood, I noticed her skirt was bunched at her waist and her panties were pushed aside where she had been fingering herself during her performance.

Without another word, I lifted her up, laid her onto the table, and thrust my hard cock into her soaking wet slit. We usually have more romantic sex, but this was carnal lust from both of us. I didn’t even bother taking off either of our clothes, but just pushed aside her panties and dove in. There was no place for foreplay anymore, as I pumped fast and deep, in and out, into her.

Not usually liking it this hard, I was surprised but so turned on to hear her moaning in pleasure with each thrust.

“Deeper baby, go deeper! Fuck my wet pussy like you never had before, OOHHHHHH fuck, yesssssss!!”

We would play around with dirty talk a little in the past, but I’d never heard her talk so openly, and hearing her beg for me to fuck her was pushing me over the top.

“Oh shit Carly! I’m gonna cum!!” With one final thrust, I unloaded rope after rope deep into her box, feeling her muscles contract around me and milk my cock for every last drop

“YESSSS JACK! AHHHH FUCK!!”

She came right after me, her body gyrating on and off of the kitchen table as her vagina pulsed on my still hard cock. It had to the most powerful orgasms we’d had in years together.

Collapsing on top of her, we kissed passionately and smiled at what had just happened.

I knew she’d enjoy my story, but it wasn’t THAT good of a story. I was too happy to question it at the time though…

Chapter 3

I arrived at my office a couple of hours before class started the next morning, knowing I had to answer some e-mails and meet with Dr. Griffin, the Dean of our program. As I logged onto my computer, I heard a soft knock on my office door. As a tennis teacher, I didn’t often have students come by my actual office like normal professors do, so I assumed it was a colleague stopping in to say good morning.

“Come in, the door’s unlocked” I yelled without getting up. To my surprised, in walks Rachel wearing a low-cut blouse and tight blue jeans. I usually only see my students in workout clothes (not that I don’t love sports bras, tennis skirts, and yoga pants), but they’re not usually wearing much makeup and they’re never dressed like this. She looked much better than I initially thought from seeing her in class.

“Hi Coach, I just wanted to check on you and see how your shoulder is doing today?”

“Oh it’s fine Rachel, thank you!” Thoughts began escort maltepe racing through my mind of my fun last night with Carly after telling her the story. “I think I’ll survive.”

“It’s just that, well, I’m a nursing student and I think you should let me look at it. I know you said I couldn’t at the courts because someone might see, but I thought it’d be ok in here? I won’t bite…” she flirted. Before yesterday I would have thought it was harmless, but after what Carly said, I was starting to think that maybe her intentions weren’t so pure.

“Really Rachel, I don’t think it’d be appropriate to let a student touch me like that. Plus, Dr. Griffin will be here in a few minutes to talk about my class. It just wouldn’t look right, even though I know you mean well.”

“This is purely a medical checkup,” she winked at me and came around my desk uninvited. Before I could stop her, I felt her hands on my shoulder, lifting and rotating, before setting it back down and softly massaging it. “I don’t think there is any major damage, but it’s pretty tight. Let me help you loosen it up a little.”

Somewhere in the back of my head, I think I heard a quiet voice telling me this was a bad idea, but it just felt so damn good.

“I’m really worried about this class Coach,” she continued through the massage. “I’m a 4.0 student, but I just don’t have an athletic bone in my body.” I smiled at that, but assumed she didn’t mean that the way it sounded. She giggled, seeing my reaction. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost my 4.0 because of a PE class” she playfully pouted, her hands beginning to massage more of my back than my shoulders.

“Well you are a little behind the others in class, but I’m sure with some hard work, you’ll be just fine,” I assured her while taking her hands off of my back. “I really do think you should be going now Rachel, I have this meeting coming up…”

“Listen Coach, I saw you checking me out during our lesson yesterday. So I’m just gonna say it, whatever I have to do to get an A in this class, I’ll do it.” Laughing, she knelt down next to my chair and gave my growing cock a playful squeeze. “It looks like part of you knows what I’m talking about!”

Right at that moment, and without knocking, Dr. Griffin let himself into my office for our meeting. Thinking quickly, Rachel slid underneath my desk and was able to stifle the giggling long enough for me to regain my composure.

“Oh, uh, hey Dr. Griffin. You surprised me! What did you want to talk about?”

As he started to ramble on about the importance of being fair in my grading and not playing favorites with my students, I felt a cold hand slide up the leg of my tennis shorts and into my boxers, tickling the bottom of my balls.

“Err, uh, yes sir, of course. I would never give a student preferential treatment…”

Feeling a cool breeze as my shorts were worked up and over my growing erection, it was all I could do not to groan in pleasure. Before I knew it, I felt Rachel’s lips softly cover the head of my cock as she playfully tongued my shaft. She expertly began bobbing up and down slowly as I tried my hardest to pay attention to what Dr. Griffin was saying. I’m usually able to hold out for a long time, and I almost never get off on oral sex alone, but something about the danger of getting caught was making my climax rise quickly.

“Coach Jack, are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed…” Dr. Griffin asked.

“Uh, yes sir, I am just, oh, feeling a little feverish. I’m sure it’s nothing…”

With one final bob on my cock, sending all 8 inches deep in to Rachel’s throat, I began spurting string after string of hot cum. After swallowing every drop of cum that I shot down her throat, Rachel softly started giggling. I tried to cough to cover up the noise of what was going on below the desk.

Dr. Griffin, giving me a skeptical look, finally started making his way out of my office. “Ok Coach, if you say so. Just remember what we talked about, NO PLAYING FAVORITES.”

After he was safely back in his office, I motioned for Rachel to come out.

“Oh my God Rachel, I can’t believe you just did that. I could get fired if anyone found out! Not to mention what my wife would do to me!”

“Don’t worry Coach, I won’t tell anyone…unless I don’t get an A in your class!” She seductively licked her lips and skipped out of my door.

After feeling a mixture of excitement, arousal, fear, and regret of what just happened and what would happen if anyone found out, there was only one thing I was sure of. This was going to be an interesting semester, and it was just starting…

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Jake briefly allowed his eyes to wander away from the front of the classroom to the clock mounted on the wall above the door, in order to check the time before bringing them back to rest upon the teacher for his twelfth grade English course. Ms. McPhillips, who at the time was involved in an animate discussion about Edgar Allen Poe’s El Dorado with one of the other students in the class, was easily his favourite teacher. Not only because she always treated her students as adults, but also because she was easily one of the most attractive women he had ever met. She had large breasts, which sat in their perky beauty above a flat stomach, hips that gave her a wonderful hour glass figure, a fantastic ass which was neither big, nor small, and a pair of glorious long legs which at the moment were revealed from the lower calf down by a black skirt. Her heart shaped face was accented by a pair of full red lips, and two crystalline blue eyes. Her hair, which was a light brown and cut into a pixie cut, was at all times was simultaneously messy and styled. Suffice to say she was the focus of majority of the fantasies his eighteen year old mind churned out.

His reverie however was interrupted by a sharp jab to the ribs by the girl sitting to his right, “if you stare at Ms. McPhillips any harder she’s going to notice, and kick you out” she joked in a not-to-quiet voice, which caused Jake to blush furiously and look at the floor as several of the nearby students started snickering. Mary had been his friend since middle school, and he had always thought she was attractive, though not quite as attractive as Ms. McPhillips, Jake had also always harbored the suspicion that she greatly enjoyed embarrassing him. He was however saved from more embarrassment, as at that moment the bell signaling the end of the school day rang, and the classroom was enveloped in the loud noises of students packing their belongings and chatting loudly to each other.

Jake was already deeply involved with packing his bags and cultivating the beginnings of a fantasy involving Ms. McPhillips and Mary when he was shocked out of his reverie by a light touch on his arm, and the voice of his teacher. “I’d like to speak with you for a few minutes before you go if that’s alright Jake” she asked, stepping up beside him.

“Uh, sure I can stay for a few minutes” replied Jake, as he shot a quick glance at the door, just in time to catch a glimpse of Mary’s bag going through it before it closed shut, leaving him and his English teacher in the room alone, a fact which did not go by unnoticed by Jake.

“I’ve noticed you seem to have a hard time keeping your attention focused on the matters at hand during class times Jake. You seem distracted, what exactly is it that is distracting you?” She asked, her voice, he noted shook slightly as she spoke, and her breasts were rising and falling quite noticeably beneath her purple satin button up. He also noticed that she hadn’t moved away after touching him on ataşehir escort the arm.

“Well, I… Uh…” He began, before she cut him off.

“I know that you’re spending you’re time watching me, instead of paying attention Jake.” She said, with a smile, cutting him off mid sentence, while at the same time, stepping even closer to him. At this point she began to grow visibly bolder, and barely paused before continuing “What is it that you like about me Jake? What specifically?” she asked.

“Ms. McPhillips I… uh… well…” Jake continued awkwardly, unsure how to act now that he was fairly sure he was about to have one of his most played out fantasies come true.

“Call me Ruth” She said, the smile never leaving her lips, as she stepped forward once again, so close now that her ample breasts pushed up against his chest. “Is it my tits that hold you so enthralled?” She asked. Her mint scented breath filling his nostrils. “Or maybe it’s my ass that fuels your fantasies” She finished, while simultaneously grabbing hold of his hands and sliding them over her hips and onto her two cheeks, which rested in their muscular perfection, just beneath the thin fabric of her skirt.

It was at this point that Jake’s mind went blank, and he leaned forward pressing his mouth against the juicy redness that was his teacher’s lips. He watched her eyes widen slightly, and then close as she began to kiss him back, her lips sliding across his, while his hands gripped her firm ass, and she brought her arms around his shoulders. He lightly bit her bottom lip, and was rewarded with a soft moan and a renewed fury from Ruth. He felt her tongue dart into his mouth and returned the favour, eagerly sliding his own over her lips and tongue.

Their kiss continued for several minutes before Ruth pulled her mouth away and leaned her head back to give him access to her neck, which he immediately began to kiss and nibble, her soft skin sliding across his lips. “Ohh” Ruth moaned quietly, “I’ve always wanted to do it at a workplace” she continued, stepping away from him while undoing her top, and revealing her breasts which were contained within a dark green bra, which she immediately removed without taking off her top. “Don’t want to get too naked, we are in a public place after all” she said, stepping forward once again and wrapping her arms around his shoulders once more.

“Yeah” was all that Jake managed to get out before his teacher planted her full lips on his mouth and they began to make out once more. The kiss however didn’t last as long this time, as after a few moments Jake broke it off, and began kissing his teacher’s neck, while sliding one hand up her side from her ass, to cup one of her large breasts tightly. His thumb stroking at her dollar sized pink nipple which was standing at full attention. “Yess, like that, Ohh” She began to moan, her hands gripping onto his shoulders tighter, as Jake’s lips reached her collarbone, and he dragged his tongue kadıköy escort bayan slowly along it, and then down into the crevice of her cleavage. He could feel both of her breasts pushing against his cheeks, as her deep ragged breaths made them rub across his face.

From her cleavage, he began to kiss down, onto her ribs and then back up onto the bottom of her breast, which he began to kiss and nibble while continuing to work in circles towards the hard nipple, which so ached for attention. With each orbit his lips came closer and closer until he pressed them against the flesh of her nipple, and drawing it into his mouth, began to suck and flicker his tongue across it, drawing more and more gasps and quiet moans from Ruth.

After a few minutes Ruth pulled her breasts from him, and bringing his face back up to hers she began to kiss him again, her tongue darting into his mouth and feeling around. While she did this her hands went from his shoulders to his jeans, which she quickly undid. Pulling them apart with fingers shaking from her lust she thrust her hand into his boxers, grasped his dick and began to stroke it, each movement drawing a breath from him. “I feel like I’m a teen again, sneaking time like this” She said with a huge smile, before pushing him up against a desk and getting down on her knees so that his dick was in her face. She then slowly, teasingly leaned forward and starting with the base began to lick her way up to the head of his dick, drawing with her a slow repressed moan from Jake. When she reached the top of his dick she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck while sliding her mouth up and down its shaft. He could feel the wet heat of her mouth as it engulfed his dick, and the tickling flicker of her tongue as she masterfully worked it over his engorged member, while simultaneously massaging his balls.

He stared down at the top of her head and her tits as they bounced up and down below him. All the while he could feel the pressure building as he got closer and closer to cumming. It wasn’t until she looked up and her penetrating blue eyes locked with his, while her cheeks sucked in around his dick and her mouth continued to work it that he went over the edge, moaning and gasping he started to climax, shooting thick ropes of cum into her mouth, he grabbed the back of her head to keep her going while her mouth rode his dick through his orgasm, swallowing down the cum as it fired into her throat.

After he had finished Ruth stood up and panting, wiped her mouth off on the back of her hand. “That was just to make sure you last through the next part, were not done yet” she said, slightly out of breath, while grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing his exhausted body into the chair at his desk. After which she stepped forward, hiked up her skirt to reveal a silky green thong which matched the bra she had discarded earlier. “I always feel dirtier when their just pulled to the side, than if their off” escort maltepe she whispered in his ear, leaning forward, providing Jake with a wonderful view of her tits hanging in front of his face, and her thighs spread as she stood above him. She then reached down and pulling her thong to the side to reveal a smooth shaved wet pussy, slowly lowered herself onto his still hard dick.

Her tight pussy provided some resistance before sliding wetly over his cock, which then buried itself all the way up to his balls in her pussy. Ruth then began to ride him, her body rising up and down on top of his, while her breath came in increasingly more ragged gasps and moans which she visibly tried to keep quiet began to escape her mouth. Jake could feel his teacher’s smooth tight pussy running itself up and down his cock and see her tight muscular thighs on his. He slid his hands onto her ass and squeezed it hard while she moaned and gasped into his ear, whispering “Oh fuck, that feels so good. I just want to ride your cock all day.”

He then grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her off his cock saying “I want to fuck you on your desk”.

“Ok” Ruth responded eagerly, and quickly hurried over to her desk, which she then leaned over, sticking her ass in the air, waiting for him. She didn’t have to wait long as Jake quickly came up behind her and grabbing her skirt which was bunched up around her waist and ass, began to slowly, teasingly push his dick into her pussy from behind. “Ohh, that feels good. ” She moaned, while pushing back up against his dick in an attempt to drive it further into her wet wanting pussy. Jake immediately obliged and began to fuck his teacher as she bent over her desk, her bare tits rubbing against the polished wood, sending shocks of pleasure through the rest of her body.

With every thrust Jake could feel himself getting closer to cumming, and he began to run his hands over her ass, sliding his fingers across her muscular cheeks while they both moaned and gasped, in time to the sounds of his dick driving into her.

As Jake slid his hands over her ass his one finger slid farther than he intend and rubbed against her tight ass hole, an act which elicited a surprised gasp, and moan from Ruth, which encouraged him to slide his finger down to her pussy, where he could feel his dick slick with her juices driving in and out. Gathering some he slid his finger back up the couple centimeters to her ass and with the added lubricant began to rub the puckered rosebud. “Oh, yeah keep doing that. It’s so dirty” Ruth moaned in response to this new sensation, which drove Jake over the edge, cumming he began to moan and grip his teachers ass, pushing the finger he had been rubbing on her into her tight hole, which drove her over the edge. Ruth’s back arched as she started to cum, her tits framed by her open shirt as she moaned and gasped through her orgasm, which made her whole body shudder, their sweaty bodies pressing together in their shared climax.

Several minutes later they pulled away from each other, and panting began to put their clothes back in order. Ruth smiled up at Jake from where she was sitting on her desk and said “That was fantastic Jake. I think I need to speak to you again after school on Monday.”

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You’ve been working too hard, as evidenced by how often you lean back in an attempt to alleviate the stiffness from your back and shoulders. I glance at the clock, noting it’s late. The soft clicking of keystrokes creates a staccato, but pleasant, pattern of sound. I watch you hunched over the glow of your laptop, your fingers absentmindedly working the knots in your neck. I set my phone down on the bed, abandoning the ridiculous, steamy romance novel I’ve been reading.

“Baby” I coax gently, patting the sheets next to me. “That’s enough. Call it a night, yeah?”

Silence. I receive nothing but more keystrokes.

“Come lay down and let me rub your back. I’ll make it worthwhile.”

You still don’t answer, but I see you enter a few final numbers, and sit back. Presumably content with your data, the file you’ve been working on is saved and closed. You get up from the desk languidly, giving me ample opportunity to admire your shirtless chest as you reach an arm up to your cramped neck and arch back in a much needed stretch. The movement causes your loose cotton pants to slide lower on your hips and I can see you have nothing on underneath. I grin. You drop your arm and simultaneously raise your eyebrows at me as you prowl toward the bed.

“Strip” I command with a little laugh, winking at you as you lean over me, my hands pressed against your bare chest. I arch up into you, stretching to meet your lips for a kiss. You hook an arm beneath my knees and quickly tug, pulling me flat and making me squeal with surprise. You fling a leg over me, assertive, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my thighs as you lean down. My hands move up to curl around your biceps, your weight resting on your forearms, effectively caging me.

“Hey sexy” I smirk, nipping at your bottom lip. You turn your face to place your mouth at my throat. I feel and hear you whisper “naughty girl” as your lips make their way up the side of my neck. I squirm beneath you and the gentle hmmmmm you emit while biting on my earlobe has me pushing my swollen, attention-starved breasts into your chest. I run my nails sharply down your back, digging finger pads into hard muscle, trying to pull you to me for more friction.

“You’re a bossy little thing, cutie” you tell me, leaning down and biting my nipple through the thin shirt I’m wearing. You suck the tender point into your mouth and massage it with your tongue, making me sigh. Despite your exhaustion, it’s clear you’re wound up & ready to play. Your left hand is quickly under my shirt and after a few rough squeezes of my aching flesh, the hard peak of my nipple is being rolled between your thumb and finger.

I groan as you pinch and pull, my hands sliding down your body and making their way into the waistband of your pants, pushing them slowly down off your hips. My own hips raise up, pushing against you. I apply pressure to my hand at your shoulder, my mouth coming to your ear. “Roll over. Let me make you feel good,” I say softly, pushing you onto your back.

I scramble to my knees, wearing nothing but your oversized, white V-neck undershirt, well worn & threadbare, reaching just to the tops of my thighs & slipping off my shoulder. You reach up a hand to lazily trace a finger around an erect nipple, visibly straining against the thin fabric, wet from where your mouth was teasing me. I smile down & shake my head no, as I push your hand aside. You raise your brows at being told no, but remain silent. I ignore your look, and tap you twice on your hip, saying “up.” You relent, lifting your pelvis off the bed so I can finally rid you of your pants.

Your semi-hard cock lays thick against your abdomen and you lay back, one hand tucked under the back of your head, relaxed, waiting. I bite my lip and lean down watching your face as I pause an inch from your cock. I know you can feel my warm breath on it and I like how your nostrils flare out in anticipation.

My tongue darts out and flicks your cock head, just barely. You inhale sharply. I gently pick you up and wrap my tongue around your head, licking up the male flavor of you. I love how you taste and wipe the head of your cock with your freshly leaking precum across my wet lips, licking them clean. Your eyelids lower but your eyes continue to follow my every move as I suck you into my mouth, swirling my tongue around you. Your breath catches once, twice, and as you reach for me I raise my head off you and lean back.

“Not yet, mister” I admonish. “Roll over… your back need to de-stress first.” I lean forward over you, planting a kiss on your smirking lips. You shake your head at me as I reach for the nightstand drawer that holds the massage oil. “Such a damn tease,” you proclaim, gently slapping then rubbing my bare, right asscheek. As I kiss you again, another sharp swat lands on my ass, making my pussy throb. “Roll, pupsi!” I tell you with a breathless laugh, as I reach down and squeeze your shaft. With a little hum, you twist your hips underneath escort kartal me as you shift to lie face down.

You shove the pillow out of your way and lay with your arms circled by your head, your face turned to my left side of the bed. You’re blissfully unaware as I extract both the massage oil and your remote prostate massager from the drawer in your nightstand, quickly tucking the toy into the folds of the sheet, alongside my iPhone.

My shirt has now raised up to my hips as I sit astride your lower back, my bare ass resting on the top of your ass, the position forcing my thighs open. The soft breeze from the fan blows across my bare pussy, reconfirming how wet I already am for you. I ignore the ache, because I want tonight to be about your pleasure. As I settle in and drizzle the oil down your spine, you let out a contented sigh and I feel your legs stretch out behind us then relax.

My palms spread the slippery liquid across your broad back, pressing into your muscles with help from my upper body weight. The pressure is pulling deep moans and sighs from you as I work your tired shoulders. My thumbs start maneuvering into the knots at the base of your neck, digging into the built up stress along your spine. As my skilled hands continue their assault of your impressive knots, I roll my hips gently, in time with each mild thrust into your tired muscles. I’m grinding softly against you because any bit of pressure lessens my aching and because I simply can’t help myself.

I hear you faintly muttering and groaning, but I’m unable to make out what you’re saying. You’ve slipped into your native German, something you frequently do when I’m making you feel good & you’re relaxed. I smile to myself as your pelvis lifts off the bed slightly, your arm reaching under your body, adjusting your stiffening erection. I love knowing you’re hard… it makes me so wet and horny for you. I’d do almost anything for your stiff cock right now, but I push that thought aside and focus on you.

My fingers work their way down your back, pressing into the hard flesh alongside your lower spine. Another unintelligible groan escapes your lips, and I kiss your back as I reach for more oil, generously drizzling it across your waist.

After loosening the corded muscles of your upper and mid back, I raise slightly off you, pushing my right knee between your thighs. Your legs involuntarily spread to accommodate my knee between them. I shift my weight to my arms, bringing my left knee alongside the right, forcing your legs further apart so I’m kneeling behind your ass. This is a position you have me in often — “Nimm mich von hinten” was the first phrase you taught me — and I love how vulnerable it makes me feel when you take me like that. I wonder what you’re feeling and thinking now, as I spread my knees further apart, curling my hands over your muscled thighs. I pull you slightly back & onto my lap, your hard thighs pressed into mine.

I take a moment to admire the view of you spread out before me. I lean over you, reaching for the pillow. “Lift up for me, babe?” I ask, running my fingers up your ribs. I push the pillow under your hips, your right arm snaking down to help pull it into place. “Mmmmmmm, you’re so sexy” I murmur before leaning down, my slippery hands sliding from your waist to your lower back. I dip my head and bite your ass cheek, gently, but hard enough that your hips jerk and a soft “fuck” tumbles from your mouth. I repeat the same bite on your other cheek, then rub the sting away, sliding my hands up and down your ass and lower back. Even spread out before me, you don’t appear vulnerable. You look like 100% strong, powerful male and waves of virility radiate from you. You’re sexy as hell, and I bite my lip as my nipples bead even tighter.

I rock back onto my heels, my arms sliding back toward me, my hands gliding from your mid-back to your waist, but not stopping. As my hands round the top of your ass, my thumbs dip into the knots at the top of your glutes, pressing in firmly. You moan loudly and I see your hips roll, grinding into the pillow, as my hands creep further down, digging into the flesh of your sexy butt. “I want to bite your sexy ass, harder than before” I tell you. I refrain, instead placing a chaste kiss where I can still see the pink marks from my teeth.

I pause to whisk my shirt off, no point in getting it covered in oil is my excuse, and quickly resume massaging the lowest part of your back and your ass. I lean forward, rubbing my tits into your oiled cheeks, grinding my nipples into your succulent ass but unable to find relief due to the lack of friction. Frustrated, I lean back, my breathing uneven. I drizzle more oil onto your gorgeous butt, rubbing it in and rocking my hips. “You’re so sexy… I want you to feel so good, babe” I tell you before I slide my fingers slowly and purposefully through the cleft in your ass, pausing at your anus, pressing against your perineum on my way to cup your swollen, full maltepe escort balls.

Your hips continue their mild assault of the pillow — lucky pillow! — as I gently massage and pull on your balls, pressing into the sensitive spot above them. Your breathing is now uneven, with fragments of moans and mumbled curses breaking the quiet night. “I should have put music on,” I tell you, “but I like hearing your sexy sounds & dirty mouth.” My chest has become flushed with how turned on I am. Just seeing you aroused and thinking about your hard dick has me dripping. Still massaging your sack, my left hand gathers the oil pooling on your lower back. Feeling brave, my fingers slowly spread it between your cheeks, rubbing it softly into your puckered anus as you twitch and jump. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed at how fucking hot you are right now.

“Mmmmmm my big sexy man” I pant out, pushing gently against your tender hole. “I’m so fucking wet for you, babe” I tell you, as I apply more pressure, pushing my finger inside you slowly, just to the first knuckle before withdrawing it. “You turn me on so much,” I continue, as my finger slides in you again, further this time, making you shift and groan, your hips doing wicked things. I tell you how fucking hot you are and hear a long, low moan as I switch to my middle finger and slide it all the way in. My right hand moves up to grip your ass cheek, rubbing deep and hard. We’re both breathing fast as my finger saws gently in and out of you. I close my eyes, wishing it was you torturing me with your fingers in my ass, making me cry your name and sob and beg you to…

I snap out of my haze, watching your hips and ass rhythmically clench and roll with fascination, your balls being ground against the mattress. I’m getting more and more turned on at just how sexy and pure male you are. My own arousal makes me want to sink my fingers in my pussy, but I remind myself again: this is about you.

I take a deep breath and coat my right hand with more oil, rubbing it all over your toy I’ve fetched from the sheets. Satisfied the toy is lubed up, I set it on my thigh and withdraw my finger from your ass. I drip more oil onto my hand before pushing against your clenching hole, using two fingers this time. The sheets are going to be a mess but I’m too turned on to care and the noises you’re making aren’t in German or English so I doubt you care, either.

Hearing your vocalizations, I want you to make you cum so hard. Between being crazy with desire to give you the pleasure you need and my own selfish urges, my confession slips out before I can stop myself. “Babe, I need your hard cock” I pant out.

“I need you so bad” I continue, leaning into you, your body groaning and pushing against my invading digits. Your ass gives way to my slippery fingers and your hips jerk as more indecipherable language spills out of you. I hold my hand still, letting you adjust to the added stretch a second finger brings, listening to our combined hard breathing.

I tell you softly, “You make me feel so sexy, baby… I want to make you feel good and then I need you to fuck me.” I start moving my hand, my two fingers sliding deep inside you, my right hand grazing up my body to squeeze my breast and sharply pinch and pull my nipple. A wild groan shudders through me. You say something but all I can make out is “fuck”. I curl my fingers, find your prostate and apply pressure. Your ass is pushing back onto my hand as you groan and demand me to go harder. “Ha! He does speak English!” I think, before realizing it’s “härter” you’re chanting. After a few strokes, I extract my fingers and grip both globes of your ass. “I need you so bad, babe” I tell you. “I need you to fuck me hard tonight… but not yet.”

I reach for my iPhone & your Edge vibrator, quickly opening the app and turning the toy on.

You cry out “oh fuck” when you feel the oiled head vibrating against the excited nerve endings of your asshole, but I don’t relent on the pressure. The bulbous head slowly forces you open and slips inside, to a sexy chorus of German and cursing and groaning. It’s so arousing, watching and hearing your pleasure, as your back arches and contorts.

I can tell the toy is seated properly when I start a deeper vibration pattern and your pelvis twitches violently and raises off the bed. I reach forward, pushing the Edge deeper in you a few times, then sliding my slippery hand down. Your balls feel enormous and heavy, and my wet slit spasms at the thought of you coming hard inside me. Between the toy humming against your prostate and my fingers rolling your ballsack, you’ve raised up to your knees, left hand on your thigh with your right hand heavy on the mattress. “Fuuuuuuck” you howl, to no one in particular, snapping your head up. The energy in the room has suddenly shifted and as I reach under you to stroke your throbbing cock, I’m amazed to see how swollen and dark it is, the vein thick and pulsing.

“Oh babe” I gasp, pendik escort bayan squeezing you. Without warning, your left arm reaches back, snaring me. You yank me forward, grunting out “come here!” as your fingers curl into my upper arm. I lose my balance and land face-down alongside you. Before I can push myself up, you’ve slid behind me, your strong thighs shoving my legs apart, an arm under my hips pulling me up into my knees. Your right hand slides once between my legs, feeling the flood of my wetness, then lands hard on my ass, leaving a pink imprint. “Little tease, you like that?” you ask, hungrily. Your voice is not exactly cross, but steeped in frustration.

I moan out, still unsure of how I lost control of our playtime, raising my head. Your left hand fists into my long hair, pulling my head back as the fingers of your right hand dig into my hip before raining a series of sharp slaps on my ass. “Tell me you love this” you demand, your voice deep and rough. I can only wimper, so you spank me again. “Your pussy is soaked, baby. Tell me. Tell me you want it hard, cutie” you command, the fingers of your right hand flexing into my hip.

“I want it hard” I whisper.

With one thrust, you’re buried in my pussy and I cry out, your name tumbling from my lips, lost in a sea of keening. Despite how wet I am, my channel is swollen from arousal and I’m never quite prepared for your size. The hand fisted in my hair is gone, and I drop my head. I want to tell you how good you feel you inside me, stretching me, plundering, but I can only moan. Before I can take a breath in, you pull out, leaving me empty and aching. I whine, futility thrusting my hips back, humping into thin air. You jerk my body back swiftly, impaling me on your hard shaft as you grit out “who does this pussy belong to?”

With you lodged so deep inside me, I can feel the slight vibrations of the Edge buried in your ass. I smile to myself, knowing you’re close to your breaking point and barely in control. I don’t answer you, too wrapped up in absorbing the surges of pleasure cascading through my body. You come to a halt inside me, panting. I feel sweat dripping on my back and I circle my hips, grinding your cock against my g-spot, seeking my release. One hard slap lands on my ass and I arch my back hard. Your right arm crosses under my breasts and you pull my body up against your chest, thrusting your hips to settle yourself even deeper in my pussy. The fingers of your left hand dig into my chin, as your turn my head with thinly restrained force. Your low voice is barely audible in my ear: “So sehe ich Dich gerne”… you pause and continue, “but I want to know whose sweet pussy this is.”

“It’s yours” I stammer, as your right hand pulls on a nipple, forcing me to twitch and thrust down on your cock. Satisfied with my answer, you start a rhythm of deep, measured strokes, holding me to your chest, alternating between pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. When my squirming becomes too much, you lower me back onto my forearms, your hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me into the mattress. I love how alpha you are and how hot you make me, but right now I want you to lose control as badly as I am. I feel the pressure building inside me and pull my phone under my body, quickly setting your Edge to a hard, throbbing pulse. You hammer into me, the sloppy sounds of my wet pussy being fucked and whatever filthy, sexy things you’re telling me in German are filling the air, as you smack my ass and pull my hair. I can feel the freight train approaching. My hand moves between my legs, furiously rubbing my clit as I start to babble and beg you, please please please.

“Cum for me!” you roar, slamming me back onto your thick cock, both hands leaving their iron grip on my hips to land hard on my already pink ass cheeks. “CUM!” you command and I shatter, spasming around your cock and crying out as my orgasm tears through me. You drive hard into me, my pussy continuing to clench down on your thick shaft. Your dick feels even bigger than before as the tissues in my pulsing pussy start to swell.

I barely have the stars cleared from my vision before you push deep inside me, pulling my hips back hard, plunging even deeper than I thought possible. I feel your entire body tense as you roar a guttural, anguished growl, thrusting with every drawn-out contraction of your orgasm. It seems like you cum forever, your breathing harsh and ragged. I blindly reach for the phone to kill your Edge vibrations as your hips stop pumping, both of us left sweaty, lungs burning and heaving.

After a minute, you slip out of me but remain kneeling behind me, my ass still in the air. I look back to find you catching your breath and smiling arrogantly, watching your cum leak out of my pussy. You spank my pink ass one last time, once on each cheek. My hips jerk at the sting, pushing even more cum out and causing it to run down my inner thigh. You move your hand between my legs, roughly rubbing your cum all over my pussy before leaning over my back and growling “mine” into my ear. You shove two fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting against my engorged g-spot, drawing a shaky moan from my throat. You pull your fingers out and wipe them on my lips, kissing my temple.

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“Look up! Look up! For God’s sake, look up! Can’t you see the wisps? I’m surrounded by them.

“Please look up. Please. Please don’t cry. I love you. I love you so very, very much.

“I can’t reach you. Forgive me, I can’t reach. It’s difficult to breathe. I just want to dry your eyes. Kiss them dry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

“Hold him. Someone hold him. Please, don’t let him fall.

“Honey, please! I’m so sorry, darling.

“Bloody wisps, let go of me! I just want to hold him. I love him. Please! He’s my man, my beautiful man.

“Remember, please remember. We had good times too! This is a celebration. It wasn’t all bad.

“Hold him. Please, someone hold him.

“Remember when we first met? We met in the library. It was Valentine’s Day. Remember?

“Everyone had someone. You and I were the only ones there. We were the only ones who didn’t have a Valentine. I wanted one.

“Listen to me. I thought you looked so good. I saw what you were reading. Astronomy. Please listen.

“I knew then, I had to have you. I was determined. I put a book on the table, opposite you.

“Then I went and adjusted my clothes. I would have done anything for you. I don’t know why, but, I had a feeling about you.

“I don’t just have a feeling now, I know- I love you.

“When I returned, I sat next to you. I think you were irritated, Hon. An empty library, with so many chairs. I had to choose the one next to you.

“I love you. I love you so much. I was worried, Hon. I was worried you would ignore me.

“And you did. You went on with reading your book. “The Big Bang Theory”. You didn’t respond to the perfume I’d put on, I guess I was lucky, you didn’t sneeze.

“We were both pretending to be reading. I can’t remember what book I had. I’m sure you weren’t so interested in your book.

“Bloody wisps.

“After a while I knew I had to do something. I excused myself and went to freshen up. My books were still there on the table. I left my cell phone too.

“I knew that if you were a gentleman, you’d look after them for me.

“Hon, please listen to me. I love you so much. I wish I could be with you. I wish you weren’t here. I wish for so many things.

“I undid a button, two, three, to show more cleavage, and hitched up escort kartal my skirt to … I don’t have to tell you that. but it’s as you always said, there’s no point to assets unused.

“I went to select another book, similar to yours. Before I sat, as I was looking, you spoke and I jumped. I had no idea you were so close.

“Excuse me, I believe this is yours.” You were holding my cell phone, and I took it. I was so surprised.

“It was what I was hoping for, but, when it happened I was tongue tied. I guess I looked like an idiot- for the moment.

“You were so sweet. As you turned away to go back to your table, I managed to say, “Thank you.”

“Our first words, Hon, not at all auspicious.

“Your voice was magic. I loved it then as I love it now. Say something, Hon, I want to hear it.

“I wish these wisps would let me go.

“I returned to the table and pulled the chair out. As I sat, you looked at me.

“Thank you,” I said again, I used my syrupy, sexy voice.

“It’s okay.”

“A lot of people would have taken it.” I said.

“No, not me.”

“At last, Hon, we were talking, you remember, don’t you, Hon?

“I remember your surreptitious looks at my cleavage. What man wouldn’t have succumbed? And you’re all man, Hon, my beautiful man, My wonderful Valentine.

“Hon, you’re falling. Please, don’t fall. Don’t cry.

“Please, someone, please hold him. Hold him, don’t let him fall!

“You were so polite. You didn’t say a word about it. You tried not to look.

“We talked. Once we started, we talked for ages.

“It was a good place, Hon, the library.

“I wanted you closer, so I could smell you. I whispered and you had trouble hearing, I’m a terrible flirt, but it worked.

“I pushed my cleavage out, and slowly, you came closer and closer, your nose was almost in it, Hon. I was wishing it was!

“I wish I could hold you now.

“Suddenly, I was laughing- more a giggle really. You were saying silly things- you do that sometimes you know. My tits rippled and, you kissed me. You kissed my nose. It was so quick and delightful. So Valentine’s Day.

“Don’t cry, Hon. Please don’t cry.

“I had time to prepare for your next kiss, with my head tilted better, and you kissed my lips, maltepe escort Hon. You kissed my lips and I was in Heaven.

“I’m not so sure about now, Hon. If I go to where you took me that night, I’ll be happy, very happy. Heaven! Hon, I’ve seen it already, because of you. I hope God doesn’t mind.

“Remember? Listen to me! This was a happy moment. For me it was, I’m sure it was for you too.

“Bloody wisps. Stop it! Let me breathe. Please?

“Don’t cry. Please? I wish I could hold you now. It was special, Hon. It was fun.

“Most men would have done something more. I wanted you to, but you were so shy.

“Remember, Honey? It was so much fun. The best Valentine’s Day I ever had!

“I couldn’t stop there. I pushed my cleavage out more. I wanted to show you. My chest and back were beginning to hurt.

“We laughed more. Your silly little jokes. You were delightful. You kissed me again. You didn’t touch my tits. I hoped you would. I hoped you’d get them out and kiss them.

“Listen to me. Please listen.

“I didn’t care if I was caught. I wanted you to be my Valentine. I teased you.

“I was so lucky. No one came into that part of the library then. At least, I don’t think they did. I’d taken off my panties. I lifted my skirt and spread my legs. You looked. You couldn’t stop looking, Hon. I wanted you to. I wanted you to see everything. Would you do more than look?

“Please, don’t fall, Hon.

“Someone! Please help!

“Hon, listen to me, it’s okay. It was a good time. We were entitled to have good times.

“I waited, wondering what you would do. I was hoping. God, I was hoping. Forgive me God, but I really was hoping.

“My heart was in my mouth when you stood and pushed your chair back. The noise, were you aware of how noisy that chair was, as it scraped along the floor?

“You pulled me up out of my chair and embraced me. Took me in your arms and kissed me. It was a big, smoochie kiss that lasted for ages.

“I was surprised, Hon, very surprised. I ran out of air.

“I feel so breathless, Honey. The wisps are squeezing me.

“The table I was against moved, Hon. The noise was terrible. Like a fingernail down a blackboard.

“You lifted me onto the table. I reached, slid down your pendik escort bayan zip- not the most subtle hint, Hon. You pulled it out. So big and beautiful. I lifted my skirt. I spread my legs.

“Your aim was good, Hon. Very good. The table moved with every thrust. So much noise!

“My sweet Valentine. I wish I could give you roses. More than I could count. Dark red roses. You deserve them, Hon. Instead, they’re all for me.

“You didn’t stop. The library staff came running. Not knowing what to do, they stood and watched.

“My whole body shook. I grabbed you for support. I kissed you Hon, and held you so tight. You kissed me. I still remember the touch, your lips on mine.

“God, I’m breathless, Hon.

“Valentine tingles! Your kisses do that to me.

“When we finished they threw us out, Hon. I bet you remember. They had manners, waiting for us to finish.

“I was secretly pleased. We were leaving together. I wanted more from you! More Valentine tingles for me. I got them too!

“I wish I could kiss you, Hon.

“Please don’t cry.

“The wisps seem to be getting tighter and they’re slowly pulling me away. I’m frightened, Hon. I need you.

“I’m so sorry, so very sorry.

“You were right. I didn’t really need that bracelet. It was so pretty and I wanted it. But I didn’t need it. You were right. We couldn’t afford it.

“I’m so sorry. I should have said that next year, if it was still there, I’d buy it. As usual, I wanted it immediately.

“I was so angry, Hon. At you, at the world. I shouldn’t have been. You’d never refused me before.

“I wanted to teach you a lesson. It was me who should have taken lessons, Hon. I didn’t know those tablets were so toxic. The whole bottle, Hon, I took the whole bottle!

“I’m so sorry, so very sorry. It was my fault, all of it.

“Forgive me, please?

“Hon, don’t cry.

“I’m crying. I’m allowed to.

“I don’t deserve the preacher, Hon. It might be a celebration of my life. I’d much prefer to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

“Don’t cry. Please?

“I hear him. He’s a good preacher, Hon. Thank you.

“My beautiful man, don’t cry.

“Please, someone, hold him.

“The wisps are getting stronger Hon, they’re taking me away.

“I love you Hon!

“Hold him. Please, someone hold him!

“My darling, I love you so much. My beautiful Valentine.

“I can’t fight the wisps anymore, Hon.

“My darling.

“Oh my God.

“They’re taking …”

“Dust to dust.

Ashes to ashes…”

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Brittany paced in quick steps across the length of her bedroom floor. Nervousness wracked her body, making her shake and causing the color to drain from her cheeks. Suddenly she stopped and sat on her bed. She felt pretty ridiculous; it’s not like she had never done this before. Just never with him, and never this way.

Casual sex wasn’t something Brittany had ever tried. Generally for her, if you were going to sleep with someone, it better be someone you love. Otherwise it’s not worth it. It had been 3 years since she had slept with anyone, and at this point she was willing to reconsider. And Kevin, who had no problems whatsoever about casual sex, made her insides melt. They had agreed to give it a try once and see how Brittany felt once it was all said and done before they would make any other commitments.

Brittany’s cell phone vibrated and startled her out of a daydream. “On my way. See u in 5 min.” read the text message sent from Kevin’s phone. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She was a grown woman for crying out loud! Still, her hands shook a little as she replied, “K, see you soon.”

5 minutes passed, though it seemed to take an hour or two, and Brittany heard the doorbell echo through the house. She steadied herself once more before opening the door to find a smiling Kevin on her porch.

“Hi.” he simply said, as she let him inside.

“Hey. Find the place okay?” She felt stupid making small talk, but she was nervous and couldn’t help it.

The two chatted for a few minutes before Brittany led Kevin upstairs to her bedroom. He could see her shaking as she stood awkwardly in front of the bed. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Relax, Brit. If you don’t want to do this we won’t. It’s supposed to be fun, not torture.” Brittany finally cracked a smile and sat down.

“I know, but you know how I feel. I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know how I’ll feel later…” Her voice trailed off as Kevin sat next to her and let his fingertips trail across the back of her neck. He knew exactly how such an action effected escort kartal her, as he had done it many times before. Her pulse quickened and she wasn’t quite so nervous anymore. When she raised her head to look at him, her breath caught at the look in his eyes; it was one of pure lust.

Kevin turned towards her and took her face in his hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Brittany answered with an innocent kiss placed upon his mouth. She thought she might explode from the shy, butterfly feeling she got in her stomach, like a school girl with a crush. Kevin kissed her back, changing it from innocent to passionate as he slid his tongue into her mouth. This elicited a quiet moan from her throat that surprised them both. Kevin grinned into her mouth. She was ready for this.

With that simple gesture, Brittany seemed to change into an entirely different person. She was no longer shy or nervous. The lust she felt for Kevin made her head spin, and when his lips found her neck, she thought she might lose it. She crawled into his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist, licking a trail from his jaw and down his neck, back up to his ear. Her hands tangled in his hair as she whispered, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Kevin’s hips jerked involuntarily upward. He placed his hands around Brittany’s waist and ground against her for a moment, just to be a tease. The look that crossed her face made his already swollen cock throb. Once her eyes fluttered back open, she looked directly into his own. “Take me, please,” she said, her voice hardly above a whisper.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted Brittany from his lap and slowly began to undo her zipper, his eyes never once leaving her face. Apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough for Brittany, because she swatted his hands away and quickly disrobed. The sense of urgency excited him, and he followed her lead. The two paused for a second and just looked at each other.

Kevin gestured for her to lay back on the bed. He slid his hands down her sides and settled himself between maltepe escort her legs. She was gorgeous to him. He bent forward and kissed her neck and her collar bone, licking and biting along the way. He could feel her pulse underneath his lips, her heart was racing already. He continued his exploration of her skin, kissing slowly from her collar bone down her chest, coming to rest on one of her breasts. Gently he sucked her nipple into his mouth and smiled at the sharp intake of breath that came from Brittany. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive place and felt her arch her back in approval.

His fingers found her other nipple and he caressed her while he continued his oral assault on the first. This was better than anything Brittany had ever felt before, the perfect amount of pressure. She sighed when he continued to kiss and lick down her stomach, until it dawned on her where he was headed. She spread her legs farther apart and shivered. Kevin paused as he reached the juncture of her thighs, as if to ask permission. Brittany simply whispered, “Please, Kevin, please.”

Kevin lowered his lips to her already dripping sex. He had been so desperate to taste her for so long, and now he was finally about to get his wish. He began slowly, flicking his tongue ever so softly over her clit. She squirmed slightly but forced herself to try to stay still. He continued lapping at her softly for some time before dipping lower and slipping his tongue as far as he could inside of her. Brittany gasped and bucked her hips towards his loving mouth. He fucked her with his tongue for as long as he could before moving back to her now very swollen clit. He very gently sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, sliding his middle finger inside of her. Her hands fell upon the back of his head as she cried out in the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.

“Kevin… I’m so close, please, don’t stop…” She could barely gasp out between ragged breaths. Kevin slowed his pace and eventually stopped sucking on her clit and slipped his finger pendik escort bayan out of her wet pussy, licking it clean. She whimpered in frustration and relaxed against the bed.

“I don’t want you to cum that way baby, I want to make you mine. I want to give you what you asked for. And I want to make you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything else.” His words washed over her and her eyes drifted closed. He kissed her full on the mouth as he positioned himself once again between her legs. He reached down with one hand and rubbed his aching cock against the entrance to her glistening sex. Time seemed to stop for Brittany as he gently pushed forward and filled her completely. Her back arched and she writhed beneath him. Slowly he pulled back and slid in again. Desire could be seen in Kevin’s eyes as he fought to keep control. He didn’t want to hurt her.

Brittany whimpered as he continued his slow thrusts. Once more he pulled almost all the way out of her, but this time, he kissed her hard on the mouth and slammed into her full force. Brittany groaned against his kiss and her whole body shuddered. It was better than she could ever have imagined. Kevin broke their kiss and stared at her as he began to fuck her as hard as he could. Brittany’s moans filled the room as she clawed as his back and tried desperately to get closer to him. Kevin knew he couldn’t last much longer at this intensity, Brittany was too perfect.

“Baby I have to slow down, I can’t last like this..” Kevin said between thrusts. But this only made Brittany thrust harder. She was desperate to please him, and very close to release herself. Kevin’s thrusts became slightly erratic and he once again kissed Brittany desperately on the mouth. She turned away from him.

“Kevin… Kevin, I’m so… Kevin!” Brittany’s body went rigid for a split second before her pussy began to spasm wildly, and with a few more thrusts, Kevin joined her over the edge. The two thrashed and came together, Brittany whimpering and crying out for him, Kevin gasping for breath. As he calmed down he collapsed against her, panting and placing kisses on her cheek.

“Wow…” Brittany breathed. “That was amazing.” Kevin shifted his weight and withdrew his softening cock from her sex. He cradled her against his chest and kissed her softly on the lips. “Yeah, it was.”

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“One easy way to tell a cetacean from a fish is by the tail. A fish’s tail is vertical, straight up and down. The tail of a cetacean, like a dolphin, is horizontal; it spreads out from side to side.”

I’m listening to Dr. Demarbre give a lecture to a crowd of visitors to the Dolphin Institute in Honolulu, where I’m doing an internship while working on a Master’s degree with a concentration on the behavior of social animals. I’m just along for the ride, and much of what she’s telling the group is review for me, which is a good thing, because I can’t concentrate, because I can’t stop thinking about fucking Dr. Demarbre.

It started this morning, when we were introduced. It’s my first day at the Institute, and she’ll be supervising my internship. She greeted me in the lobby, and I was surprised to be met by someone so young, or at least who seemed to be young; I really have no idea how old she is. She’s quite small and lean, and her face is unlined, betraying no indication of her age. She’s completely businesslike, but I just couldn’t help it; being a man, I immediately had to start sizing her up as sexual partner.

Well, my first thought was, “She’s not my type at all.” As I say, she’s lean, skinny even, with an almost entirely flat chest, though the air conditioning did make her nipples stand out through her polyester shirt, which is always enticing. She wears her long, straight chestnut hair pulled back from a relatively plain face, with thin lips, hazel eyes peering out through wire-rimmed glasses, and a long beaky nose (though this last wasn’t necessarily a problem. Have you ever seen Streisand in “What’s Up Doc?”? Damn.) It didn’t really hit me, though, until she turned around to lead me on a tour of the facility, and that’s when I saw her ass.

In contrast to the rest of her frame, her buttocks were like twin soccer balls, straining against the fabric of her khakis. I was riveted, and instantly the image sprang into my mind of bending her over, and my hands tightly cupping those twin globes, raising their flesh between my fingers, as I drove my… well, you get the idea.

What can I say? The oddest things sometimes attract me, and I was hooked. I was only half-aware of the tour, unable to pull my gaze from that glorious, tight-yet-fully-rounded behind waggling in front of me, and the fantasies it engendered in my libidinous mind.

“You’ll also notice the dolphins lack gills on their sides, like fish have. Instead, cetaceans breathe air directly through the blowhole on top of the head.”

Blow. Hole. If she weren’t talking about dolphins, I’d be convinced she was doing this on purpose.

Her lecture goes on for another twenty-five minutes, taking in the major interest points of the Institute’s public portion. Once she finishes, the crowd dissipates, and Dr. Demarbre steps up to me again. I savor a momentary mental image of my come covering her face.

“So, now you have an idea of what I do here. Working with me, you’ll be expected to assist me in, and become familiar with, all these day to day activities. From time to time, I’ll attach you to some other researchers and departments, where you’ll do other things, some boring, some interesting. Of course, time will be provided for you to do your own research, and you’ll also be allowed to run your own experiments with the dolphins, pending approval escort kartal from the Director, of course. Any questions?”

Your place or mine? “When do we start?”

“Well, officially we start tomorrow morning. If you’re available, though, why don’t you meet me back here about 7 PM? I can show you how the place is run overnight.”

“I’m at your service!” Doing my best to drop the subtlest hints possible.

“Wonderful. I have some office work to do on my own until then. In the meantime, I recommend you get some dinner; there’s an excellent sushi restaurant on Memorial. See you tonight.”

“By all means.” She spins on one heel and stalks off down the corridor, treating me to one more long look at that gloriously swaying behind.

She wasn’t wrong: the sushi is damn good. I’m distracted, though, turning over in my mind every word she said, every gesture she made throughout the day, wondering if I have some “in” there somewhere. Was there some ulterior motive in her invitation to meet her in the evening? Come on, I say, it’s her workplace. There’s gotta be a dozen night watchmen, and every inch of the place is probably on security camera. Besides, she’s all business, focussed on nothing but her work. You focus on your work.

I can’t help it, though. As I nibble a tiny construction of raw tuna, its cool pink meat, and oceany taste mingled with the tang of lemon juice, conjure a fantasy of my tongue buried up the hilt in Dr. Demarbre’s pussy. I finish the meal with a hard-on.

No chance, I think. There’s no way she has anything planned for you other than showing you more of the Institute. But still. If there’s even the tiniest possibility that something might happen tonight, I want to be ready. I shower, run the electric razor over my face, and select the least wrinkled fresh clothes from my luggage (no time for the iron).

There’s a light rain falling as I pull into the parking lot of the Institute. The mist is refreshing. The guard checks my ID and buzzes me through the gate, and I wonder if his jaunty wink is just amiability, or betrays some knowing.

Dr. Demarbre emerges from a side door to meet me, still dressed in her Institute uniform. For the first time, her face bears a slight smile. “You’ve changed. That shirt suits you.”

This is promising. “Thanks.”

“Follow me.” Oh, gladly. That fabulous posterior pulls me forward like a magnet. She takes me through narrow, white-painted corridors, a stark contrast to the pastels and flowing lines of the public areas. We pass doors to labs and offices, decorated with “Far Side” cartoons and pictures of sea life.

“This area is off-limits to the public, but you’ll be able to access it once we get your ID and pass key printed up tomorrow.”

“Great.” I take a stab at a compliment. “Do you work out, Dr. Demarbre?”

She stops and stares over her shoulder at me through those glasses. Uh-oh. But… “I swim quite a bit. And call me Sheila.”

She opens one door, and leads me into what looks like a break room. There’s a couch, a table, sink, fridge, microwave… but the most striking feature is a huge round window, looking right into the dolphin tank. The water is dark, but moonlight filters down through it, softly illuminating the room with a wavy blue.

“Wow,” I say, and I step up to peer through the glass.

“It’s maltepe escort quite something, isn’t it? The dolphins are probably sleeping right now; I’m going to leave the lights off to avoid waking them. During the day, though, it’s quite a show.” She joins me at the window as a large shadow flits by. “Oh, there goes one, still awake.”

“I’m very lucky to be here.” I turn to look at her, and she boldly meets my eyes and holds my gaze. I get a little nervous – the good kind of nervous.

“It wasn’t luck.”

“Really?”

“I requested you personally. Your resume was impressive, of course, but I also read the paper you had published in ‘Marine Sciences Review’ last spring. It was good. The real clincher, though, was the author’s photo.” One corner of her mouth kinks up in a half smile. I’m in!

She steps towards me and takes off her glasses, and I realize I haven’t noticed until now how beautiful those hazel eyes are. “What do you know about dolphin sex, Steven?”

My mouth goes dry, but I put up a brave front. “It’s brief, but frequent. Sometimes violent. Individuals couple freely…”

“Sometimes with the same sex.” She comes a little closer.

“Yeah…”

“But that’s not what you’re interested in.”

“Not in the least.” I move to meet her, and the rest is automatic. My mouth meets her small, wet one. She kisses me hard, bringing her teeth into play. My hands explore her back; I can feel strong muscles over her scapulae, and the cords and trench of the lumbar region, just over that amazing bottom. We come up for air.

“You shaved.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Next time, don’t.”

We kiss again, and I send a hand up under her shirt to cover her dorsal region, free of the obstacle of a bra strap. She parts from me just long enough to shrug that shirt off, revealing her petite torso in full. I cup my other hand over one breast, covering it with room to spare, and roll her nipple between two fingers. She squeaks, dolphin-like, into my mouth at the stimulation. She intertwines my hair with her fingers, and pulls my face into hers, intensifying the kiss even further; our teeth scrape lightly.

I barely even notice when she undoes my own shirt and slips it off me, but I sure as hell notice a few seconds later when she starts fiddling with the fasteners on my pants. My stiff cock springs out, like dolphin leaping from the surf, and she kneels and takes it into her mouth.

Mmm. She sucks it like she needs it to live, squeezing my buttocks and pulling my hips forward to drive the hard thing further into her throat. She sucks it so hard it hurts a little, which I find I kind of like. All the while she’s making little noises of appreciation, and undoing her own pants, which drop to the floor, revealing a severely cut blue thong. She lowers a hand to slide the crotch of those panties aside and pushes three fingers into herself. The scent of her moist cunt zooms into my nostrils; my dinnertime fantasy comes back to me, and I’m overcome by an urge to tongue that cleft, but she cuts to the chase. Unmouthing my dick with a wet POP, she says, “You’d better be ready put this into me now.”

Ready? My prick is literally aching to enter her. I lift her up onto the table; she’s slipped off her pumps at some point, making it easy for her to kick her pants completely off. I have to pendik escort bayan work my own shoes and socks off with my feet. I grip my cock with one hand and work it to keep the distraction from flagging my arousal. She watches me from the table, alternately dipping a finger into herself and running it slick over her labia and clit.

I move forward. She wraps her legs around me and puts her pussy-wet hands on my shoulders to guide and encourage me, and I dive into her. Unh. She’s good and tight. “Oh, yeah,” she says, and I feel her muscles down there grip me like a fist. She raises her ass off the table, using me for support, and drives me into her up to the hilt.

My first thrusts set her gasping, and then she’s bucking against me with increasing intensity. Her gasps turn to small cries, and then to moans, and then she’s shouting at me, “Oh, you’re good, you’re good.” The movement of her hips drives her pubic bone hard into the base of my penis, again and again, another exquisitely pleasurable pain. The hard points of her fingernails pressing into the meat of my shoulders adds to the chorus of my singing nerves. My own pleasure mounts, and I’m worried I’ll explode inside her, ending this much too soon, but then her noises cut off abruptly, she falls back onto the table, and something happens I’ve only ever heard about before: a gush of clear fluid rushes out of her, forcing my dick out and soaking my groin and thighs.

“Jesus,” I say, and she’s lying there quivering and laughing. I realize she’s beautiful when she’s laughing.

“Phew. Nice job.” She sits up and starts pulling on my wet prong. “Your turn. How do you want to get off?”

The question I’ve been waiting for all day. “I want you from behind.”

“You got it.” She slaps the tabletop and flips over onto all fours, and that heavenly rear is spread like a new country before me. Between the creamy globes of her buttocks, her tiny pink anus winks at me; below that, her dripping snatch invites me to return. I cup one cheek in each hand, savoring their yielding firmness, and push my cock back into her. It’s not long before we’ve built back into a fast rhythm, our bodies slapping wetly as they pound together. She starts crying out again, and I brave slowing down long enough to massage her asshole with a moistened thumb, then gently slip it inside her.

“Mm-hmm. You know, you can shove it in there too, if you want.”

“Later. I’m close…”

“Go for it. But if you come inside me, you’re fired.”

Her threat doesn’t stop the feeling welling up in me: like my nerves vibrating, starting from my groin and spreading sympathetically through my torso and extremities. I pull myself out of her just in time and grip my penis to ensure completion and aim. Like a whale spouting, my jet of white fluid, the stored product of a full day’s pent-up need, arcs through the air to land on Dr. DeMarbre’s – Sheila’s – ass, on her back, in her hair. She reaches back and rubs the stuff into her skin. My knees buckle as she turns her naked self, slick with sweat and my come, to face me.

“Well done. You’ll be expected to perform that task at least once a day, if you stay with us. Do you think you can manage that?”

I’m still recovering from the release, but I answer in the affirmative.

“Good.” She starts to dress. “Now, go home and get a good night’s sleep. The real work starts tomorrow.”

The real work? Jesus. As I pull up my pants, the dolphin slides back into view in the window. Maybe it just seems that way because they have their eyes on the sides of their heads, but I swear to God it winks at me.

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