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I was inspired to write this story by the 1967 song with the same title by Doctor Hook and the Medicine Show that was written by Shel Silverstein. If you are not familiar with this mournful ballad, it is available on ITunes and other online platforms. This story tells a version of the background and a possible conclusion, so I hope you like my interpretation.

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I met Sylvia Avery on my first day of Kindergarten at Bartonville Grade School in September of 1953. She was a skinny little girl with gangly legs and arms and long fiery red hair that was in two long braids that hung past her shoulders. She had ghostly fair skin, and freckles on her cheeks under the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I was instantly smitten, but embarrassed because I was painfully shy.

We were seated next to each other because our last names came alphabetically (Joseph Archer, Sylvia Avery). She was as shy as I was, but somehow, we quickly became best friends. Since we only lived two blocks apart, we spent a lot of time during the next thirteen years together. We were often at each other’s houses, shared our first kiss, went to the Junior and Senior proms together, and talked about marriage after we discovered each other’s bodies in the back seat of my mother’s 1960 Thunderbird.

By the time we were in our teens, I had grown to be a head taller than her at 6′ 2″, and her skinny little body had really blossomed. By the time she turned eighteen, her boobs had grown to 36C, and the rest of her had filled out, making her an incredible beauty. We had fondled each other, I had sucked on her boobs, fingered her to orgasms, and she had masturbated me to completion, but we had never gone ‘all the way’.

Everything changed soon after we started community college together in September of 1966. I received a letter that started “Greetings from the President of the United States of America…” We cried together that night, and she said she would drive us to Canada so that we could be together. Since my family had a long history of service to our nation (my great-grandfather was a civil war veteran and both my grandfather and father had served), I felt it was my obligation to answer my ‘Call to Duty’.

We had a tearful goodbye at the train station, and Sylvia said she would wait for me. I departed for Ft. Brag in North Carolina for basic training, and when I came home for two weeks, after I graduated, her father told me that Sylvia had transferred to a college in California. I sent several letters to the address he gave me, but they all came back to me marked ‘undeliverable, wrong address’.

Next, I was sent to Texas for training to become a helicopter mechanic, and eventually ended up working on a barge in the middle of a river, somewhere in South Viet Nam. We were far from any combat, and during my time there, I often wondered where the war was, because all we had seen any of it were the bullet holes in the Huey’s we repaired.

Time seemed to drag on forever, but eventually my ‘time in Hell’ was over, and I was sent home to Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri, to serve the remainder of my obligation to my country. The first thing I did after arriving there was call Sylvia’s house to let her know where I was. The call went very much like the song lyrics;

‘Sylvia’s mother says, “Sylvia’s busy, too busy to come to the phone.”

‘Sylvia’s mother says, “Sylvia’s trying, to start a new life of her own.”

‘Sylvia’s mother says, “Sylvia’s happy, so why don’t you leave her alone.”

‘And the operator says, “Forty cents more, for the next three minutes,”

“Please Mrs. Avery, I’ve just got to talk to her, I’ll only keep her awhile.”

“Please Mrs. Avery, I just want to tell her Goodbye.”

The call concluded with her mother telling me that Sylvia had found someone to spend the rest of her life with, and that I should forget about her.

After I finished my obligation to the US Army and returned home after my discharge, I was welcomed by my parents, younger brother, and younger sister. My things were still in my old room, so I moved in and tried to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. After about a week of looking into colleges and jobs, I saw a newspaper advertisement for the Electrician’s union apprenticeship.

The evening after I made my application, I shared what I had done with my parents, and they both agreed it was a good career path for me to take. My father worked on the assembly line of the local company that made the big yellow earthmoving equipment and said I would make a lot more than he did, once I finished my apprenticeship and became a journeyman.

When I was helping my mother with the dishes after dinner, she asked me, “Have you been in touch with the Avery’s since you’ve been home?”

When I told her I hadn’t, she said, “Zelda’s husband George died of a stroke caused by a malignant brain tumor soon after you came home from overseas, and she really took his death hard. She said that Sylvia ran off and got married escort kartal just before you came back stateside, because she told her mother she was insane.”

Angrily I responded, “I called them as soon as I got off the bus at Ft. Leonard Wood, and she wouldn’t let me talk to Sylvia. Why should I waste my time with her now?”

My mom touched my arm and said, “She is a sad lonely widow and she drove her daughter away from her. She didn’t tell Sylvia you were home, because she was afraid her daughter would desert her. When Sylvia left anyway, the poor woman went over the edge. Please go visit her tomorrow son.”

I told my mother I would and went to my room to ponder my place in the world. I had served my country with honor, but I had not been wounded, or even seen combat. Many of my friends and classmates had been wounded, and several had died, but I had been left with a wound that didn’t show, a broken heart. I fell into a dreamless sleep, and awoke more confused than before, but when I smelled coffee and fresh baked goods in the morning, I got out of bed immediately.

I got dressed in a polo and blue jeans and went downstairs to find that my mother had made a layer cake, and a batch of blueberry muffins (my favorite). When I asked her who the cake was for, she said, “I called Zelda last evening after dinner, and told her you were home from the Army, for good, and were coming over to visit her this morning,”

I grimaced, and thought, ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d think my mom was trying to set me up with my ex-girlfriend’s mother.’

When I finished breakfast, I took the cake, and walked the two blocks down Madison Street to the fifth nearly identical brick bungalow with 109 over the front door and knocked. The sight that greeted me when the door opened nearly took my breath away. The woman standing before me didn’t look like the Zelda Avery I remembered the last time I dropped off her daughter at this house.

I guess it was because she had always worn dowdy looking house dresses that hid the amazing figure I was now seeing. She was wearing a light blue chiffon dress with a plunging neckline that displayed the most incredible cleavage I had ever seen on a woman. Her red hair was wavy, and just touched her shoulders, and her fair skin and blue eyes looked exactly like Sylvia’s. She took the cake and invited me in, and I followed her watching the bewitching way her incredible ass twitched back and forth when she walked, exactly like her daughter’s.

When we got to the kitchen, she told me to sit at the table and I did. She set an empty cup and saucer in front of me, and when she bent over to pour my coffee, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her boobs jiggled, and her left nipple and areola were peeking at me through her cleavage. I knew my face was turning red because it felt hot, but what surprised me the most was that my cock was fully erect and straining against my boxers under my jeans.

We talked about my time in the army and her husband’s untimely passing for a while, and when my coffee got low, she got up from her chair to refill my cup. This time she shrugged her shoulder, and her entire left boob came into view. She stood up, and didn’t bother to cover herself as she said, “Do you like what you see young man?”

When I just stared and didn’t answer, she pulled the dress off both her shoulders and down to her waist, exposing both of her large boobs, and hefted them with her hands, saying, “Not bad for an old broad, eh?”

I had to admit that they were the most magnificent pair I had ever seen, and I told her as much. She smiled and said, “Thank you very much for the compliment. My daughter always said you were a boob man, and now I can see she was right.”

They looked exactly like her daughter’s, but they were about two cup sizes larger, and I could not stop myself from reaching out and fondling them. They were heavy but soft, and very warm. When I started sucking on her huge pink nipples, she started moaning loudly. Suddenly, she started shaking, and I could tell from the aroma coming from under her dress that she was having an orgasm. I knew this because I had once given her daughter one the same way, in the back seat of my mom’s Tbird while we were parked in the back row of the Bellevue Drive-Inn.

When she finally came ‘back to earth’, she unzipped her dress the rest of the way and let it fall to the floor. She was not wearing panties, and her shaved vulva was soaking wet. I could see her juices had run down her legs and were forming a puddle on the kitchen floor.

She reached down and grabbed my bulge, saying, “I haven’t been had a cock in my pussy in six years, and I need yours in me now!”

Dazed, I followed her to the second floor, shedding my clothes as I went, and when I reached the master bedroom, she was already lying on the bed, spread eagled. I dove face first into her dripping wet vulva and dined on her until she came again. Then I climbed aboard and drove my cock, maltepe escort that had not penetrated a vagina in far too long, deep into the tightest pussy I had ever felt. She wrapped her legs around me and we fucked like animals.

As we were catching our breath afterwards, I looked at the beautiful, sexy, mature woman next to me and thought, ‘Damn, if Sylvia is going to look like this and be this horny twenty years from now, I really fucked up!’

When Zelda looked up at me, she asked, “What are you thinking about, sweetie?”

When I told her, she said, “No dear, you didn’t fuck up, my impatient daughter did. You are the best fuck I have had in my entire life, and that includes my George, God rest his soul. The next time I see her I am going to tell her that to to her face.”

She asked me if I had ever fucked her daughter like I had just done her. I told her that Sylvia and I had never had never actually had sex, we only ‘fooled around’. She told me, “Darling Joseph, if you would have done to her what you just did to me before you left for Boot Camp, my Sylvia would have waited for you, no matter how long it took.”

I looked at her seriously and said, “Mrs. Avery, Sylvia and I were both virgins when I left for boot camp. I was still one when I came home, but after our phone call, I remedied that situation because I had just lost the love of my life. A friend suggested a ‘certain lady’ in Kansas City. After three weekend passes, and several hundred dollars, Bonnita told me I was a natural, after she had given me ‘special instructions’.”

She then reached down and started fondling my half hard cock and said, “First of all, please call me Zelda. After what we just did, Mrs. Avery is too formal. Second, my daughter was foolish to let you go, and third, this is quite the impressive piece of equipment you have here Mr. Archer, let’s see if there is some more life in him.” She then took it into her mouth and swallowed me whole. About three deepthroats later, she had me fully hard again, and climbed aboard. She rode me through two more of her own orgasms until her third triggered mine.

When we woke up several hours later, Zelda smiled, and said, “I had a wonderful time today young man, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do this every day. Would you be willing to ‘visit’ me once a week and ‘scratch my itch?”

I told her, “I will be by every Saturday morning to ‘take care of your needs’.” I redressed, gathering my clothes that were scattered down the stairway and into the kitchen. When we kissed at the back door, she gave me an extra key and said she would be waiting for me in her bed, naked, every Saturday morning from then on, at eight AM.

I walked down the alley to our house with my head in the clouds, thinking about the amazing sex I just had, and wondering if Sylvia was living the life she wanted. Then I shook myself out of my funk, and thought, ‘To hell with Sylvia, her mother is the best fuck I’ve ever had’.

For the next three weeks, as I waited to find out if I had been accepted into the Apprenticeship, I did yard work for elderly neighbors and other menial jobs, and spent every Saturday tending to Zelda’s ‘needs’. I managed to save enough money to buy a used 1966 Mustang and connected with several of my old school buddies. They all asked me about Sylvia, and when I answered them, they all told me some variation of, “Bummer man, she doesn’t deserve you.”

One Saturday, about two months after Zelda and I had started our ‘arrangement’, we were both naked on her bed in the upstairs master bedroom. Zelda was riding me like she was a cowgirl, and I was a wild mustang, when we were startled by a bloodcurdling scream.

When we turned to see the source of the noise, we saw a very tired and disheveled looking Sylvia standing in the bedroom with a shocked expression. When she stopped screaming, she lost consciousness, and collapsed on the floor in a heap. I pushed Zelda off me and ran to check on her daughter. When I determined she was still breathing, I picked her limp body up and carried her into her old bedroom, laying her gently on her bed.

Just then, Zelda came into the room, wearing her robe, and handed me a man’s robe, saying, “You should put this on.” I did as she told me, and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Sylvia’s hand and waited for her to wake up.

About ten minutes later, Sylvia started to stir, and opened her eyes. I could tell her vision was blurry, because she started stroking the plaid cotton robe, saying, “Oh Daddy, I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve missed you so much.”

I realized that she was not fully alert, and that I was probably wearing her dead father’s robe, so I said nothing. Soon she started to become more alert, and when she finally focused on my face, her expression changed from happiness to extreme fear. She started pounding on my chest, and screamed, “You can’t be real, you’re dead!”

Just then, her mother came back into the room, redressed in one of her dowdy pendik escort bayan old house dresses. She pushed me out of the way and held her daughter telling her, “Everything will be alright Dear.” She shooed me out of the room, so I took that opportunity to retrieve my clothes, redress, and go down to the kitchen, where I made a fresh pot of coffee. As the percolator did its job, I could hear angry voices coming from the upstairs bedroom, and about the time the arguing stopped, the coffee was finished. I took three mugs from the cabinet, filled them with the steaming hot caffeinated liquid, and waited for the ladies to join me.

About five minutes later, Sylvia and her mother came into the kitchen, and sat down at the table, where they drank their coffee in complete silence. Finally, Sylvia looked at me through eyes reddened by crying and sobbed, “I never heard from you after you left on the train, and when I wouldn’t stop asking him why, my Daddy told me you had been killed in Vietnam.”

I responded, “Sylvia, I wrote to you as soon as I got to Ft. Bragg and your father wrote back that you had moved out and gave me an address in southern California. I wrote to you every day after that, but when all of the letters came back ‘undeliverable, wrong address’, I didn’t know what to do. When I came home from Boot Camp, your father said you couldn’t wait for me, and had found someone else. When I came home from Viet Nam, I called your house, and your mother told me you were moving out and getting married.”

Sylvia looked at her mother and asked, “Why would you and Father lie to us like that? Did you hate me and Joey so much that you wanted to destroy our lives?”

Zelda replied, “Dear, by that time your father was almost impossible to live with because the tumor was attacking his brain, and he would get very violent when he thought things weren’t going his way. I think he was afraid we were going to leave him all alone when he would get those delusions. He thought Joey was trying to steal you away from him.”

Sylvia looked sternly at her mother, and said, “O. K., I can almost understand your explanation, but what the fuck was going on up in your bedroom when I walked in on you? Why were you fucking my boyfriend?”

He mother answered, “Well dear, your father hadn’t touched me in years, Joey was available, and a woman has needs, you know.”

The Daughter said, “OK Mother, I will give you that one, but you owe me, big time. Get your purse and car keys and go shopping, I need you out of the house for at least four hours. My man and I need to make up for lost time.” When her mother didn’t move fast enough, she yelled “Now!”

Zelda moved like there was a fire under her and was out of the house in less than five minutes. As soon as we heard the car back out of the garage, Sylvia got out of her chair, and climbed on my lap. She kissed me passionately, and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you Joey. I believed my mother and father when I should have trusted my instincts. There was something deep inside of me that kept telling me that you were still alive, somewhere, but I ignored it. That is something we can mull over later, right now I need that hard cock of yours inside me.”

She jumped off my lap and ran up the stairs, undressing as she went. I followed her trail of clothes, undressing and adding mine as I followed her up the stairs. When I walked into her bedroom, Sylvia was laying nude, spread-eagled on her bed. She looked more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen. Her long beautiful red hair was splayed out across her pillow, and her eyes were as blue as the sky. Her breasts were perfectly shaped orbs that were a bit larger than I remembered, and her bright pink nipples stood up firm and tall. As I looked down at her almost hairless vulva, it was swollen and leaking her juices onto the bed, and she was holding her labia open with her fingers.

When she saw me standing in her doorway, similarly dressed, and my cock standing at attention, she said, “I don’t need any foreplay baby, I’m wet as hell, so just stick that big thing in and fuck me unconscious.”

I had been raised to do exactly what a lady told me, so I did precisely that. I climbed atop her, lined up my manhood with the treasure that was being offered me, and pushed my tumescence into her love tunnel.

I was stopped halfway into a vagina that was even tighter than her mother’s by what felt like an obstruction. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me the rest of the into her and screamed, “YES!” We held each other, and as I felt her shaking, I saw her eyes roll back into her head. When she got her composure back, she said, “Wow, that was intense.”

I kissed her and asked, “Did you just cum?”

She kissed me back and said, “I think so, but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I looked at her confused and asked, “Were you still a virgin? I thought I felt something stopping me on the way in.”

She kissed me, and said, “I was living with this guy in Texas for a while, but he had a really small dick, and I hardly felt it when he tried to fuck me. Evidently, I still was. It looks like you popped my Cherry! Joey, please finish what you started, I want to feel you cum inside of me.”

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It wasn’t unusual that I showed up at John’s pool party with Irene, even though she was dating my friend, Jim. Jim and I were both friends with John but Jim had to work that sunny Saturday afternoon. Irene still wanted to go to John’s pool party but felt a little weird going stag so she asked if I was going and, since I was, suggested we go together and offered to drive. The reaction to the two of us showing up together was less one of surprise that there might be some impropriety going on than of “poor Jim, getting stuck working today.” We both were soon in the pool with drinks in hand.

I hadn’t noticed her when we first arrived, despite having scoped out the ladies in and around the pool, but I soon realized that John’s younger sister, Jean, was there, too. She was a year younger than John but she was still a year older than me. The three of us had all been on the cross-country team together back in high school but I don’t know that I’d seen her since she’d graduated. John owned his own home but the pool was at their parents’ house, where Jean was currently living after graduating from college. When she came over to say hello, I had to be careful that I didn’t gawk at her body. Her swimsuit was much more conservative than Irene’s bikini but it still made her athletic build quite obvious. We spent some time catching up as I made the effort to keep my gaze on her face, which wasn’t too difficult since she was still a cutie. I wasn’t necessarily catching any kind of vibe from her; I just figured that, like me, she found it a pleasant surprise to see each other again.

Later that afternoon, after I’d enjoyed a few beers, I was heading toward the house to use the bathroom and, as I passed Jean chatting with someone else, I asked which way the bathroom would be once I was inside.

“Here, I’ll show you,” she offered, excusing herself from the conversation she’d been engaged in. I probably could have found the bathroom on my own once I was inside but I didn’t mind having a guide. I was surprised, though, when she led me upstairs rather than off the kitchen, which would have been the first place I would have looked. She directed me to a door off of the upstairs hallway.

“Meet me in here when you’re done,” she then said, “I want to show you something.”

While I was peeing, my mind didn’t even go where you’d have thought it would have. I was thinking maybe she had some memento from our cross-country days that she was going to share. Once I’d finished and had washed my hands, I exited the bathroom and headed to her bedroom. The first thing I noticed was that the shoulder straps of her swimsuit were no longer on her shoulders. The top of the swimsuit was still covering her tits, but not for long. Once she knew she had my attention, she started to slowly slide it down, exposing a really nice set of tits. They weren’t as big as Irene’s but they were definitely proportional to her frame and, to my eyes, they looked absolutely perfect. She smiled at my goggle-eyed reaction but stopped sliding her swimsuit down around the bottom of her ribcage. Although I was momentarily dumbfounded, that didn’t stop me from moving closer to her and reaching out to fondle those perky beauties.

Her nipples were hard, which had been obvious when she revealed them, so I brushed my palms lightly over them while caressing the soft, smooth flesh. Before I even bothered trying to kiss her, I lowered my head to alternately lick and suck each nipple. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair until I straightened up and planted my lips on hers. We were immediately making out passionately as I continued to fondle her tits. Eventually, I dropped my hands down to squeeze her ass through her swimsuit and discovered how toned it was. I couldn’t wait to get her fully naked but, when I started to slide her swimsuit further down, she stopped me.

“Hang on,” she said, “let’s close the door first.”

As she went back to the door, I moved closer to her bed while watching her. She closed and locked it then turned back toward me and I watched her tits bouncing as she walked back over to me. She slipped into my arms and we made out again but, when I resumed trying to slide her swimsuit down and she didn’t resist, I dropped to my knees before her. When I had it down to just about where I expected to start seeing her bush, I noticed that her tanlines indicated that she typically wore a bikini and I knew I’d have to see that, even though I was about to see her naked. It turned out that her bush was a narrow, meticulously groomed triangle to fit within the limits of her swimsuit. As her entire swimsuit dropped to her ankles, I was gazing up at her body, astounded to have the opportunity but definitely appreciative.

I had her sit on the edge of her bed and lean back with her legs parted as I first gazed some more at her pussy then began to lick it. She moaned as I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her juices along with a hint of chlorine from the pool. The more I licked her, though, the more her flavor was overpowering the chlorine as she continued to get even wetter. When I slipped a finger into her, I found her incredibly kartal escort bayan juicy and pleasantly snug. I was feeling like there was a good chance I’d be slipping my cock into her and I knew that it was going to feel outstanding. Before that, though, I was going to make sure that she felt outstanding so I was licking and sucking her clit while sliding my finger in and out of her pussy. She was holding my head and humping her pussy toward my face as she continued moaning so I knew I was on the right track. Glancing up, I saw her tits, squeezed between her arms, pointing up at the ceiling and a look on her face that suggested she was experiencing a high level of pleasure.

I don’t know if she started the day, or even started the pool party, expecting to have somebody’s face between her thighs but I certainly hadn’t had that expectation and I was glad that it appeared as though she was enjoying my efforts. I was more than happy to have a pussy to eat, especially an unexpected one that I’d never had the pleasure to experience before. To also successfully provide a level of pleasure that I’m sure she’d been hoping for when she’d decided to invite me to her bedroom was definitely I’d say a relief so that she didn’t end up regretting her decision. I hadn’t even thought about Jean in years but now I wanted to get her naked whenever possible from this point forward. I figured that making her cum long and hard would go a long way toward accomplishing that.

She started tensing up as I continued eating her, which I assumed meant that she was getting close to cumming. This was further reinforced as her pussy continued to get even wetter and more engorged than it had already been. I was pleased that something that I was enjoying so much was also something that she was obviously enjoying, too. I didn’t do anything special to get her that last little bit there but it wasn’t much longer before she went limp and her body started shaking as she let out a cry. Her orgasm was definitely a long one and appeared to be quite intensely pleasurable, which was a good thing for both of us. I continued to lick and suck her clit as my pumping finger was flooded with even more of her natural lubricants. When she finally went still and quiet, I raised my head and slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth to suck off her juices.

“Wow, you’re really good at that,” she said once she’d caught her breath.

“I enjoy doing it,” I replied, “so if you ever want me to do it again, just let me know.”

“You can count on it,” she assured me. I stood as we were talking and she sat up, immediately noting that my stiff cock was tenting out my swimsuit. She untied the drawstring and started to lower my swimsuit, my rigid member springing out. As my swimsuit hit my ankles, leaving me as naked as she was, I was gently stroking my tool.

“Climb up here with me,” she finally said, so I got onto her bed and she had me lie on my back in the middle of it. I watched her tits swinging as she straddled me then dropped my gaze to her pussy as she guided my cock toward it. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock, her hot, snug, wet pussy engulfing my full length. Once it was fully embedded, she just sat on it for a moment with her eyes closed. I reached up to fondle her tits some more while gazing upon their perfection. She eventually began to slowly move up and down on my cock, which felt even more amazing than I’d expected. While I was fondling her tits, my gaze alternated from them down to her pussy and up to her cute face, her expression once again suggesting that she was experiencing a great deal of pleasure. I also noted as my eyes passed over her body that, while she wasn’t ripped, she definitely had good muscle tone everywhere I looked. I had been feeling pretty good about taking my shirt off given my own current fitness routine so, seeing that she was clearly of the same mind, I was glad that my physique wouldn’t disappoint.

As she was riding me harder and faster, her tits were bouncing so I moved my hands, allowing me to watch them. Recalling how toned her ass was, I reached around to caress it, ultimately gripping it each time I pushed up into her when she dropped down on my cock. The longer we were fucking, the louder she was moaning and the hotter and wetter her pussy was feeling. I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm but it felt as though she was going to cum again before I did. Since she was the one who had initiated this, I wasn’t concerned that she’d be anxious to wrap up once she’d cum but I was thinking that we’d be missed if we were gone from the party for too long. I’d love to have just blown off the party and stayed in her bedroom for the rest of the afternoon but that didn’t seem realistic so I did want to make sure to blow a load before we headed back downstairs.

When she dropped down onto my cock and just sat there then, a moment later, started shaking as she let out a soft moan, I was thinking that it wouldn’t take much longer after we got back to fucking before I’d be spewing into her hot pussy. Her orgasm was a long and apparently highly pleasurable one so I went escort maltepe back to fondling her tits as she was riding it out. When she finally finished, she remained sitting on my cock for a minute or two as she was catching her breath but, rather than going back to riding it, she climbed off and knelt beside me. I’d been hoping to continue fucking her but, when she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around my tool, I was just fine with this change of direction. Holding the base and gently pumping it, she bobbed her head up and down as she sucked my cock, her efforts leaving nothing to be desired. It didn’t take much of her skillful cocksucking before my orgasm was building up again. I reached out to cup her dangling tit which may have made my cock even harder but didn’t impact her efforts whatsoever.

I pulled her pillows up under my head so that I could easily watch her sucking me off as well as admiring the profile of her body. She didn’t seem to be trying to rush to get me to cum quickly but she also didn’t appear to be trying to draw things out, though I’m sure she could have had she wanted to. I didn’t try to hold of my orgasm, either; I was just trying to relax and enjoy the pleasure I was feeling and the associated visual stimulation. As my cock swelled even more once I was on the brink of cumming, she continued with the same pace and, when I exploded into her mouth, she swallowed my load and kept sucking me off. Only once I was fully spent did she let my cock fall from her mouth and straighten up. She never moved to lie beside me so I only took a moment to recover before I sat up.

“That was entirely unexpected,” I said, “but, wow, that was awesome.”

“Oh good because I agree,” she replied, with a big smile, “and I’d like it to happen again, often, if you’re interested.”

“Absolutely,” I said, “although I still live with my parents, too, so it may be a challenge, but I’m up for it.”

“It doesn’t look like you are at the moment,” she said, glancing down at my flaccid cock, “but I’ll make sure you are when the time is right.”

We both climbed off of the bed then slipped into each other’s arms to make out for a moment before gathering up our respective swimsuits and slipping back into them. I hated to see her body covered but I was glad to know that I’d be seeing it again. We headed back downstairs but didn’t go outside together so as not to draw attention to the fact that we’d both been gone at the same time. Of course, somebody noticed but she didn’t say anything about it until we were in her car driving home later that afternoon.

“So where did you and Jean sneak off to earlier?” Irene asked before we’d even made it to the end of the street.

“Oh, uh, she had something she wanted to show me,” I replied.

“Really?” she asked, “I assume you enjoyed what she had to show you.”

“Oh yes,” I replied, “very enjoyable.”

“Come on,” she said, sounding impatient, “what happened? I want details.”

“She invited me to her room,” I replied, “and we undressed and engaged in physical activities.”

“Listen to me, you,” she said, now sounding agitated, “my boyfriend is working so much I barely see him and when I do he’s too tired for ‘physical activities’ so I need to live vicariously through you and I need real details.”

I started from when I’d asked her where to find the bathroom and told her very explicitly about everything that had happened until we’d pulled on our swimsuits again.

“Oh my God, that got me so worked up,” she moaned, still driving, “I don’t know if I can wait until after I drop you off to relieve the tension.”

“You focus on driving,” I told her, “and let me relieve your tension.”

I reached over to slide her cover-up higher then untied the bow on her right hip holding her bikini bottom together. I moved the front of her bikini bottom away from her pussy enough to expose her trim, light brown bush then slipped a finger down as she parted her thighs the best she could while still driving. I found her pussy practically overflowing and immediately started to alternately stroke her clit and slide my finger in and out. She started moaning but did a commendable job of driving in spite of the distraction of a building orgasm. She was just subtly rocking her hips as I stimulated her but I didn’t expect that it was going to take very long before she was cumming. Meanwhile, my swimsuit was tenting out because my cock was fully rigid and, when I wasn’t gazing down at her trim bush, I was staring at her tits pushing out against her cover-up.

Even when it became clear that Irene was on the verge of cumming, she still managed to not drive even slightly erratically. Fortunately, we were actually stopped at a traffic light when her orgasm hit and she was able to close her eyes momentarily. Her body started shaking but I just kept up what I was doing, wanting to make sure she experienced as much pleasure as I could provide with my one finger. Although it was a long orgasm, and appeared to be highly pleasurable, she finished cumming before the light turned green. She made no move to cover her pussy again once she was pendik escort moving so I didn’t either as I was licking her flavor off of my finger.

“That helped a lot,” she finally said, “but I’m still really pent up.”

“I’ll tell you what,” I replied, thinking on my feet, “make a right at the next light. I have an idea.”

I navigated her to a nearby park and, once inside, to a more remote parking area. Once she was parked, I had her turn toward me and lean back against the door with her legs parted. I untied the other side of her bikini bottom and she lifted her ass so I could remove it completely. I then lowered my face toward her pussy, admiring her trim bush surrounded by her tanlines, before running my tongue along her slit. She moaned and grabbed my head as I lapped at her pussy, tasting her abundant juices. I didn’t get as much chlorine flavor as I had with Jean but I assumed that was because, with Irene as fired up as she was and having already cum once, her own flavor was overpowering any residual chlorine. Aside from the chlorine, I did detect subtle differences in Irene’s flavor compared to Jean’s, though nothing I could necessarily define. Although this was the first time I’d ever eaten two different pussies so close together, I wasn’t giving as much thought to differences in flavor as I was to trying to provide a high level of pleasure. Despite Irene being my friend’s girlfriend, I was still of the mind that, if she really enjoyed what I was doing, there was a better chance of being invited to do it again.

When I slipped a finger into her and started sliding it in and out while licking and sucking her clit, her moaning got louder and longer as she rocked her hips toward my face even more. As fired up as she was, I wasn’t expecting it to take much longer before she was cumming then I’d be looking for a little relief myself. I’d have settled for a handy-j but I suspected that this encounter wasn’t going to end with something like that. Regardless, I was focused not only on providing her with a high level of pleasure but also on committing every detail of the experience to memory in case this ended up being a one-time thing. Seeing, touching and tasting her pussy were undeniably awesome but I also still wanted to see and fondle her tits. Obviously, despite her being my friend’s girlfriend, I’d had impure thoughts about her prior to this and planned to after, as well.

She started to tense up as she got closer to cumming while I continued what I had been doing. When she gasped and went limp, her body started shaking and her pussy was flooded with even more of her succulent nectar. I continued to devour her until she went still and silent then I raised my head and, while staring at her pussy and committing it to memory, I slipped my finger out of her pussy and into my mouth, sucking her flavor off of it. Once I’d straightened up completely, she leaned toward me so I removed my finger from my mouth so that she could kiss me. As her tongue quickly slipped into my mouth, her hand found my stiff cock, which she briefly massaged through my swimsuit before starting to untie the drawstring.

Rather than reaching into my swimsuit for my rigid cock, she pulled her mouth away from mine and focused on getting my swimsuit down so my cock could pop out. Once she had my swimsuit down far enough, I kicked it the rest of the way off as she first stroked my cock then straddled me in the passenger seat and guided it toward her pussy. When she lowered herself onto it, we both moaned as my cock slowly filled her snug, slippery pussy. Once I was fully embedded, she sat for a minute, feeling my girth inside her. I started pulling her cover-up off, revealing her tits still restrained within her bikini top. Once I’d cast her cover-up aside, she was starting to move slowly up and down on my cock as I was untying her bikini top. I was gazing upon them raptly as her tits were revealed, having pictured them many times though my imagination was no match for the real thing. They probably weren’t actually much bigger than Jean’s but, because Irene was a bit more petite, they looked bigger relatively on her frame.

With her bikini top completely gone, I fondled her boobs while still staring at them as Irene continued to ride me harder and faster. I glanced up at her cute face which had an expression indicating that she was still experiencing a great deal of pleasure but my focus was quickly back on her tits. I knew that I could see her cute face just about any old time but I wasn’t sure that I’d have such a close-up view of her tits ever again. Of course I wasn’t focused exclusively on her tits because I was also savoring the pleasure I was feeling as a result of her pussy sliding up and down my tool. I hadn’t expected to get laid even once that day much less twice and I don’t know if blowing my load once already was helping my staying power but, given how hot Irene’s pussy was and how psyched I was to see her tits and fondle them, I suspected that any benefit was probably instantly negated. That said, I could feel my orgasm building as a result of her riding me harder and faster but, based on her pace and the sounds that she was making, it seemed like she was going to get there before I did. As long as I managed to get off, I didn’t care if she got there before me, especially since it would be confirmation that this experience was as good for her as it was for me.

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Jackie had been our babysitter for more than four years. I remember when I had to pick her up and drop her off at home before she got her driver’s license. She has always been great with our son. I had watched her grow up and counseled her through those sometimes difficult high school years. We had even thrown a high school graduation party for her and her friends. Now she was getting ready to go away to college.

She had always been quite attractive, but it seemed to me that Jackie had really blossomed over the past year. And ever since her 18th birthday earlier that summer, Jackie had a new “air” about her. Something seemed different. Maybe it was her impending college departure. Whatever the reason, I found myself having illicit thoughts about Jackie on more than one occasion that summer. I felt somewhat guilty about my fantasies, but her firm, young body got my motor running every time I thought about her.

One Saturday night in August, my wife and son happened to be out of town visiting family. I had worked most of the day catching up on some details for a deal that I was trying to close. When I got home, I grabbed a cold beer and headed upstairs to take a shower. Afterwards, as I was drying off, I heard the doorbell ring. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to see who was there. I opened the door, still dripping from the shower somewhat, and there stood Jackie wearing a tight, cropped white tank top that showed off her beautiful full breasts and a pair of very short, tight shorts.

Her firm tummy was visible along with her sexy belly button ring. My mouth must have fallen open and I suddenly couldn’t say anything. I saw her looking at me, I swear, with a seductive eye and tried to wash that thought from my head. Then, I noticed her nipples grow in size and firmness until they poked against her shirt and realized that she must be turned on. I realized then that she must not be wearing a bra. She smiled at me and I finally cleared my throat enough to invite her in.

“I hope I didn’t get you at a bad time, Steve,” she said. (She had always called my wife and I by our first names).

“Not at all,” I replied. “I was just getting cleaned up. Grab something to drink if you want while I go throw some clothes on.”

I wanted to get out of there before my hardening cock gave away my true thoughts. I quickly ran upstairs and put on some shorts and a T-shirt. She was sitting on the couch sipping a beer of her own when I came back downstairs. I got one for myself and sat down opposite her.

“What’s up, Jackie? All set for school?”

“I guess, but I’m a little scared about leaving home and being away for so long.”

“You’ll have a blast, Jackie! I know it’s trite, but college may be the best years of your life. You’ll knock ‘em dead!”

“That’s what everyone says, but I still have butterflies,” she replied.

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Nothing much. I just had to get out of the house and figured that you and Stephanie would be home and might want some company. You guys are so much easier to talk to than my parents. I just needed to mellow out a little bit,” she answered.

“Well, Steph isn’t here right now. She and Bobby went to see her aunt in Springfield for the week. But, you’re welcome to hang out with me if you want.”

As the words tumbled out of my mouth, I knew it was a bad idea. Here I was, a 35 year old married man alone drinking beers with a gorgeous 18 year old knockout. But, when she smiled, I was hooked. And I think she knew it.

We talked for what seemed like hours about everything under the sun. She really was advanced for her age. Curious about so many things and challenging my opinions on a number of subjects with well thought out reasonings. After several beers, she said that she should be getting home. I walked her to the door and she turned and gave me a big hug. We had hugged many times in the past, but this time I could feel her nipples poking through her shirt against my chest, her sweet tits pressed against me. She lingered longer this time kartal escort bayan as well, breathing lightly against my neck as she thanked me for my time. I felt my cock begin to harden in my shorts and was sure that she felt it as well. Finally, she pulled away. She said goodnight, then opened the door and walked to her car. I watched her go, her tight ass wiggling as she walked, slightly disappointed that nothing had happened, but relieved at the same time. My fantasies were to remain just that, fantasies.

She got into her car and tried to start it, but nothing happened. I walked down to her car and asked her what was the matter. She said that it wouldn’t start. I asked her to get out and then jumped in to try it myself. Sure enough, the car wouldn’t even turn over.

“I have a battery charger in the garage, but it may take a little while. Your battery seems to be completely dead,” I explained.

“Well, I guess I don’t have any choice. What time is it anyway?” she asked.

“Almost 11pm,” I replied. “Should you call your parents?”

“Probably. I’ll run inside and give them a call while you get my battery hooked up, ok?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I smiled at her.

She winked and then ran off to the house. I retrieved the charger, got it plugged in with a long extension cord and hooked it up to her car battery, then went back to the house myself. She was just hanging up the phone in the kitchen when I entered.

“Was that your parents?” I asked.

“Yep, they said that they were glad that you were here to help. Of course, I didn’t tell them that Stephanie and Bobby were out of town,” she said with a smile.

“No big deal, right?” I replied as I felt myself stirring again.

“Nope. How ‘bout another beer?”

“Why not?” I said and grabbed a couple of cold ones out of the fridge.

We went back to the living room, but this time she sat next to me on the couch. Her proximity was making me hot by the minute.

“I have a joint in my purse if you want to catch a buzz, Steve,” she offered.

Now, this was moving quickly into even more dangerous territory, but a little buzz did sound inviting.

“Sure,” I replied. “It’s been a while since I’ve smoked.”

She got out and lit the joint, then passed it to me. I took a hit then passed it back. I watched her seductively smoke the spliff which she promptly handed back to me. Pretty soon, we were nice and high, all smiles and giggles. Then she surprised me.

“I think the real reason I’m scared about college is that it will be tough for me to find new friends,” she confessed.

“No way, Jackie. You’re intelligent, fun to be around, and you’re absolutely beautiful.”

“Really? I don’t know. I’ve never been that confident with my looks or my body.”

Now it was my turn to be even more surprised.

“C’mon Jackie. Really? If you don’t mind me saying so, I find you very attractive physically. If I were in college right now, I’d be dying to get my hands on you. Literally…..”

“Is that why you got aroused when we hugged earlier?” she inquired.

“Mmmmm, you noticed that, huh? Well, sometimes it is tough for a man to control his physical response to stimuli,” I stammered.

“It’s tough for a woman, too. Tell me that you didn’t notice my nipples get hard when you came to the door in your towel.”

Neither one of use said anything for a full minute. Then, I got up and said I needed to check on the battery. What was going on here?

As I came back into the house, I almost ran into her. As I began to say something, she put her finger on her lips and said, “shhhhhh.” Then she wrapped her hands behind my neck and pulled me to her. Our lips met and suddenly her tongue was in my mouth, thrusting deeply and urgently. I could feel her breasts pressed against me and I grabbed her tight ass in both hands and pulled her hard against my stiffening cock. She moaned audibly and I began to nibble her neck and earlobe as she thrust her crotch against mine.

I was suddenly insatiable. If I had gone this far, I escort maltepe was going all the way. I craved this girl, this woman, like water on a hot day. I needed all of her. Right now.

My hands pawed her breasts and quickly probed under her tank top. Her nipples were like molten nubs of steel. Hot, hard and wanting. I lifted up her shirt and bent down and began sucking each nipple in turn hard into my mouth, tasting every taste her beautiful body had to offer. I gently bit down on each nipple as I suckled it. She gasped and cried out, having her first orgasm of the night. I needed more and let her know by ripping the lightweight material of her tank top and revealing her aroused tits below.

I smiled at her and then she surprised me again by dropping to her knees and yanking my shorts down to the floor. My huge cock flopped out and I could see that my arousal was complete. My head was engorged and covered with pre-cum. She grabbed my shaft and then licked around the head, tasting my cum for the first time. She looked up at me with a dreamy erotic stare that made me even harder, if that was even possible, and began taking me into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. My God, this girl could really suck cock!! She took me deep into her throat, then eased me out of her velvety heat. She continued to feast on my cock, wallowing in it like a woman in heat.

That made it even hotter for me. Jackie LOVED my cock, loved sucking it, loved it in her mouth, loved it in her throat. These thoughts pushed me over the top and suddenly I was spewing the biggest load of my life into her mouth. She must have felt it coming because just before I erupted, she pulled back slightly so that only my head was in her mouth. This way she could taste and feel all of my cum as it blasted into her mouth. She continued to hold my eyes with her own as she drank down every drop of me, save the bit that escaped and dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin and onto her now exposed tits.

She continued to suck me until it was obvious that she had milked me of all of my juices. The she stood and kissed me again deeply. This time, her lips and tongue tasted like my cum which maintained my arousal at a very high state indeed. Now that we both knew what I tasted like, I needed to drown myself in her juices. But, I wanted to relish this much anticipated pleasure, so I took her hand and led her upstairs. She followed quite anxiously. I guess since we had already crossed the line, both of us wanted to take it as far as we could.

To ease my only slightly guilty conscience, I avoided Steph’s and my room and led her to the guest room instead. I removed my shirt so I was totally nude, then knelt before Jackie and unbuttoned her shorts and gently pulled them down her shapely legs. Her crotch was right at eye level and I could almost see the heat pouring off of her. Her panties were noticeably wet. I reached around to grab her ass and pull her toward me and felt my hands touching bare skin. I quickly realized that she was wearing a thong. Could this get any better, I thought?

I laid her down on the bed face down and climbed on top of her. I began massaging her neck and shoulders while humping my still erect cock against her tight ass. She moaned continuously as my cock lubricated itself with more pre-cum, making her ass slick. I then pulled back and asked her to get up on her knees. When she was in position, I slid her thong to the side and began kissing and licking her ass cheeks, occasionally darting down to her asshole or pussy. She was pushing back against me furiously, wanting more contact, but I was going to make her wait.

She decided to take matters into her own hands (literally) and began fingering herself as I continued my oral ministrations. Screw this, I thought, and quickly rolled her over, ripped off her thong and grabbed the inside of both of her knees and thrust her legs wide apart, diving in with full force and getting my mouth and face as deep into her pussy as I could. She was soaking wet, juices dripping pendik escort down her thighs onto the bed below. Her taste was like something I had never known and instantly I was hooked. I would lick her pussy all night if she asked me to and would do anything to be able to have her again and again. She was so fresh and unspoiled and I wanted her all to myself.

I continued to tongue her and tried to focus more attention on her clit. I flicked it, nibbled it and sucked it as she thrashed beneath me having orgasm after orgasm. I can’t tell you how much it pleased me to know that I was giving her quite possibly the best sex that she had ever experienced, and she had still not as of yet felt my cock inside of her.

But, that time had come. I got to my knees and spread her even wider then rubbed my achingly hard shaft up and down her soaked slit. Each time I brushed her clit she shuddered. She grabbed my ass and tried to pull me closer to her, begging me to fuck her, fuck her now. I resisted and continued to toy with her, allowing my head to just penetrate her as I massaged her pussy with my cock. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more and sunk myself completely inside of her. She was so wet that I buried myself to the hilt on the first thrust, but she was lockjaw tight.

I had never felt a pussy so wet, warm and enticing. I lay there for a moment just savoring the feeling, looking into her eyes and seeing my fire returned in kind. I kissed her deeply, our tongues battling once again. I sensed a surreal feeling of connectivity, like in just this short time we knew what the other wanted, what they would respond to. Perhaps we were just kindred spirits of some kind, our chemistries matching just so. Or maybe I was deluding myself. We were just all sexed up and anything would have felt this intense at this moment. Either way, those were questions for later. Now was time for raw passion.

I withdrew slowly, savoring every inch of her heat, then slid back inside of her with urgency. I placed her legs on my shoulders so I could penetrate her even deeper, then began to fuck her in earnest. She was cumming almost constantly at this point, screaming my name, moaning from deep in her soul. I could feel my cum welling up from deep inside and couldn’t wait to fill her tight pussy with even more cum than she sucked out of me earlier. She had a hold of my ass to pull me as deep into her as she could. I felt enveloped by her, so deep that I could feel her cunt milking my cock, squeezing the head, desperate for my jiz.

I locked my mouth on hers as I pushed with all my might. My cock expanded to epic proportions and she gasped even louder, and then my heat was streaming from my cock and filling her waiting pussy. I kept thrusting harder as I came time after time and she hit a new level of ecstasy and seemed to almost faint for a moment. When I was done, I laid there on top of her as her post-orgasm muscle spasms continued to squeeze my cock lightly and involuntarily.

I rolled off of her and onto my back and she rolled with me, laying her head on my chest and her arm across me.

“Wow,” she rasped.

“Wow, is right,” I breathed.

We were silent for a few minutes, just getting our wits about us.

“Steve, that was the most intense experience of my life. I’ve never felt that way before. I couldn’t get enough of you. I didn’t want to take your cock out of my mouth. I didn’t want you to stop licking and touching me and I didn’t want you to stop fucking me. In fact, I can’t wait to do it all again,” she said as her smile beamed at me.

“Me too, Jackie. That WAS intense. But, you made it that way. You are so hot. You taste and feel like heaven. I’m the lucky one here,” I replied. “And don’t worry. You won’t have to wait long to do it all again, I promise.”

She giggled huskily and I felt my cock begin to grow yet again.

“You have great stamina for an old guy, Steve.”

“I’m not old!!” I yelled playfully.

“I know,” she said as she laughed again. “Just more experienced, right?”

“That’s it. Now roll over and let me show you some other things I’ve experienced,” I said as she rolled over. I lifted her up to her knees again and prepared to fuck her from behind, where my balls would be slapping up against her clit and really getting her going.

To Be Continued…

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Unable to resist each other, Terry and Synthia abandoned themselves in the passion they held for each other. Terry totally devoured Synthia completely. His mouth covered every inch of her body. Her eyes, ears and throat he lavished with kisses and whispers of her beauty and fire. His hands traveled over her body in waves of endless torrents of pleasure. He caressed her breast, pinching her nipples the way he knew she liked it, and the way he loved doing it. She moaned and responded to his touch. Running his hands over her body, he felt her thighs opening allowing him more room, while her hands massaged at the muscles in his neck and shoulders.

Terry felt like her hands were pulling all of the tiredness from him. She was massaging it up out of his body, mind and spirit. She made him feel totally relaxed. With Synthia, Terry was able to let his guard down and be himself. He could tell her anything; they did everything together, and had more good times than bad. Synthia would also let him do anything to her, and she would do anything for him. She never told him no. Synthia was his RideorDie girl. She was in for the long haul with him, and she let him know it.

Synthia’s hands were working on his hardness. Stroking him firm, and doing a good job too. She liked being teased. She gently rocked her hips kartal escort bayan beneath Terry, stroking the wetness of her body along the length of his hard throbbing penis. When the head of his penis rubbed across her swollen clit, she would shudder and arch her back, prolonging the contact. Synthia loved the feel of Terry between her thighs. He was a perfect fit. Terry was a slim toned guy. He didn’t have to work out much, being that he was naturally cut and toned, like Omar Epps. And the way he made love to her was out of this world.

When Terry finally had his fill of her body she was left drained and satiated. Totally fulfilled. Terry had an amazing bedroom in his house. It had a large heavy wooden bed, that didn’t squeak or rock when they made love. Beside his bed, just leaning against the wall is a big mirror. A buddy gave it to him, as a house-warming gift. Terry being the freak that he is, put it beside his bed, and it reflected the whole length of the bed, and Synthia loved it. It was like watching a movie. Synthia would watch them in the mirror as they made love. She liked to watch Terry on top of her, with her legs held back and open, so that she could watch the length of his penis, as she felt it stroke in and out of her. Terry had a long thick stroke too.

She would escort maltepe watch his beautiful body as he worked out on top of her. Stroking her long and deep, his ass moving in smooth soul shaking waves. His face would always be a mask of concentration, and pleasure and need, whenever he would ride her like that. Those were the times that she knew, he had really needed her. Needed the restorative powers that he found within her body. Because it was always her name, he called out. “Oh Synthia…girl, you going to make me cum.”

Synthia loved hearing Terry when he said that. He excited her to new limits. She would watch him in the mirror watch his body as she felt him, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. “Look Terry. Look at us.” She would say to him. “Look how you fucking my pussy. Ohhhh Terry, look how you fucking me. Ohhhhh Terry.” Terry could never watch for long. She almost always could bring him to orgasm, when she started with the mirror. It turned her on, and Synthia turned him on.

She was beautiful and sweet and juicy and nasty, and he could never get enough. She was a pretty golden brown complexion and he was a deep dark chocolate. To see the contrast of the colors of their bodies washed in candlelight was a sight to behold. She rolled her hips beneath pendik escort him, keeping her legs pulled back and open. She gave herself to him, allowing him VIP access. She had a body that begged to be loved deep, and a soul that needed to be coaxed slowly. Terry would make love to Synthia, slow and deep, which was really a tease to her, but was what she needed. When he was ready to take her over the edge though, he held on to her tight, and rode her hard and forceful, while he talked nasty things to her.

“See, you don’t fool me.” He would say to her. “I know what you need. You need some don’t you? You, need, to, be banged! DON’T, YOU?” he would say accenting every word with a snap of his hips.

She would always scream and half-heartedly try to get away, but mainly she just opened her thighs and let him ride her. She would always say, “Fuck me however it feels good to you baby.” And he would, pounding her body hard and deep. He always tried to get to the core of the fire he could feel burning inside of her. She would always lie back, and adjust her hips so that the shaft of his penis stroked the underside of her clit as he pumped in and out of her hot sweet juicy wetness. Hearing her wet sex always made his mouth water for a taste of her, and taste her he always did. Synthia would lie back and give herself to her man, with total surrender and accept his pounding until he would bring her to a screaming, body shattering orgasm.

Want part 3? Let me know. Don’t expect it before the weekend though. I hope you like reading this, because I like writing it.

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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. A light drizzle fell outside, but it was warm enough to keep the windows open a little, so even on the inside the atmosphere had a misty quality. It was the kind of day where you sit around and read the entire Sunday paper or watch old movies on television all day. But I had other activities in mind as I sat on his lap facing him, straddling his legs with mine. I traced his jaw line with the tip of my tongue. My lips grazed over his neck until my mouth rested on his nape, nuzzling his thick black hair. My breasts, covered only by a thin t-shirt, pressed against his broad chest. He sat there looking straight ahead, saying nothing. I stopped to look into his eyes. They seemed hazy and tired but looked right through me. His face seemed calm yet somewhat disturbed.

“What?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “What?” I asked again, this time nudging him slightly with my hand on his shoulder. He raised his one finger to my lips and gently pressed it against them. “Shhhh….” he instructed me. His finger then traced the outline of my lips. I parted them a little and took his finger into my mouth, sucking it. His mouth curled slightly upward at one corner in an unbelievably sexy half-smile. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “What are you doing to me?” he asked.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what I was doing to him exactly. It’s just what he does to me. I don’t think; I simply react to the way he makes me feel. He gave me a broad dimpled smile and pulled his finger from between my lips. He took my hand and placed it between his legs. “You see what you’re doing to me?” he asked.

I smiled, feeling his cock growing under his jeans. Knowing exactly how he liked to be touched, I traced my fingers over his denim-covered hard on. He cocked his head to the side and stared into my eyes. There was something on his mind, but he didn’t have to say anything. I knew I was doing the right thing. I continued to rub him teasingly and fuck him with my eyes until finally he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “What?” I asked.

“Is that all you know how to ask? ‘What?'” he questioned.

Suddenly kartal escort bayan I was a shy little girl being reprimanded for something she had no idea was wrong. I looked down at the cushions. He moved to sit back against the arm of the couch. I could still see his cock straining under his zipper. He kept his gaze on me as though he was examining me. Then he nodded towards me. “I want to see you get off.” He said softly. I wasn’t sure how to take this so I asked, “What do you mean?” He smiled, looking at the floor and then at me. “I want to see you get off. I want to watch.” I realized what he meant. I suddenly grew nervous. I had never done that for anyone. I didn’t know if I could do it. He was growing impatient. “Touch yourself.” He urged. His voice seemed soft, delicate, yet firm and serious.

I moved to the other end of the couch as he followed me with his eyes. His hand was resting only a fraction of an inch above his hard on. Lying back against the arm of the couch, I closed my eyes and ran my fingers over my inner thighs, making my nerve endings tingle. Knowing he was watching me made my heart race. I was already wet from thinking about everything I wanted to do to him and I started to rub myself over my denim cut-offs. My legs slowly parted and revealed my activity to him. I could hear him lick his lips and reposition himself on the couch. I was getting hotter and I felt his hand touch my knee and spread my legs further apart so he could see better. I heard him sigh when he saw that I wasn’t wearing any panties and caught a glimpse of my shaved pussy.

His reaction made me feel bolder and my fingers slipped underneath my shorts to caress my dripping wetness. I gasped when I touched myself at first at the intense sensation. My fingers slid gently over the hot and wet space between my legs, stroking my swollen, wanting pussy lips, finally dipping a finger into my burning slit. My pleasure was becoming more intense as I slipped in a second finger and stroked myself deep inside. Little whimpers were occasionally escaping my throat now as I slid a finger up to trace delicate circles on my escort maltepe distended clit, which had been begging for attention. My breathing was becoming ragged and I pushed my t-shirt up so I could caress my breasts with my other hand. Then the sound of his voice again jolted me.

“Look at me.” He ordered. I was nervous but the stimulation was so intense that I obeyed, opening my eyes to meet his. He had unzipped his jeans and had taken out his beautiful thick cock, stroking it with one hand, the tip glistening with precum. The sound of our rough, uneven breathing and the sweet scent of my pussy nectar filled the air around us His hot stare was making me all the more eager. I maintained contact with his passionate hazel eyes as my fingers slipped back down into the hot folds of my pussy. I pulled them out, dripping with my honey, and brought them up to my soft, full tits. I returned his heated gaze as he watched my soaked fingers dance lightly over my hard nipples, coating the little pink buds with my juice, all the while stirring my inflamed clit with the fingers of my other hand. He groaned a little and rubbed his cock a little faster and then watched as I put the hand that had just been caressing my tits up to my mouth and sucked my cunt honey off my fingers, licking them clean, my eyes never leaving his.

That was it. It was all he could take. As I moaned on the brink of cumming, he quickly lunged forward, pulling my shorts off and throwing them to the floor. He held my hands to either side of my head and thrust his gorgeous monster easily into my tight, dripping snatch. As I felt the length and thickness of him fill me up, I couldn’t hold back anymore and I came fast and hard, writhing under him. He gasped at the feel of my muscles clenching around his cock and my juices flooding over him. I cried out in pleasure turning my head to the side as his hot mouth made it’s way over my throat in forceful kisses until finding my mouth. His tongue probed for mine, drinking me. His hands let go of mine as they roamed down the length of my body and his mouth sought out my nipples, rock hard and still wet pendik escort from the pussy juices I had painted on them. He took one in his mouth and moaned as he tasted me, his cock thrusting deeper and harder in me, setting a steady rhythm of long hard strokes that he knew I loved. I moved one of my hands so it was back down at my clit, fingering it has he fucked my drenched pussy. I watched the lust on his face as he saw what I was doing. He brought his lips up to my ear and growled. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Get yourself off while I fuck that hot little cunt of yours. Make that sweet little pussy cum for me again.”

His words sent me over the edge and I screamed and shuddered as I climaxed again, hearing him groan loudly as I dug my nails into his ass and bathed his cock in my juices for a second time. “Oh yeah baby. God, I love your sweet cunt.” His breathing was more labored and his thrusts grew more demanding. He was up on his knees so he could pound into me harder. He was almost withdrawing completely, then forcing his thick meat back into me, making me feel every slippery inch of him. He grabbed my wrist with one hand and pressed it back into the sofa cushions. His other hand wrapped lightly around my throat; never applying pressure, just caressing my tender skin with his large hand.

Both of us relished his complete possession of my body at this moment as he drove ever harder into me. “Sweet…so sweet…” He murmured, staring down into my eyes. I reached up to his neck with my free hand and pulled his head down, desperate to have him closer. His thrusts sent waves through my body and I sighed his name on the verge of cumming a third time. He moaned l and his breathing on my neck became rapid and unsteady. “Fuck, baby…cum with me!” He cried and then came with such force that he nearly stopped breathing. His hot cum flowed inside my already soaking pussy and I tightened myself around his thrusting cock, cumming again with an intensity that matched his. The air was filled with our cries of ecstasy. As he lay on top of me, beads of sweat rolled from his forehead and landed on my shoulder. He remained inside me as we both breathed heavily, trying to catch up with ourselves. In the silence that followed, he lifted his head to look at me and kissed me deeply. He started to laugh and soon I did too. We rolled off of the couch and onto the floor, laughing and kissing the whole way.

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It was a slack day at work. The economic climate had severely reduced traffic through the airport, and there were only three of us working the security gate: two on the x-ray machines, and one for checking anything suspicious. My colleague had gone for her break, so I was sitting at the terminal. I saw the woman approach but I didn’t really pay attention as I was thinking about my plans for the weekend. She put her oversized handbag on the conveyor belt and stepped through the gate with no alarms going off.

I stared intently at the contents of her bag on the screen. How come women put so much stuff in there? Why do they need to have it all to hand? My eyes alighted on what looked like a case for spectacles, but the thing inside it didn’t look like glasses at all. I studied it for a while but couldn’t make it out. I knew I had to check it out. I pushed the button for the conveyor belt to let the bag go through, and looked back towards the entrance — there was no-one else waiting or arriving.

I stood up and looked at the woman. She was maybe in her mid-thirties, wearing a lowish-cut sweater with just a hint of what looked to be a very nice cleavage. She held herself well and her clothes were nicely cut. She was attractive and classy.

“Sorry ma’am, but I’m going to have to check through your bag,” I told her in my professional voice, my face serious as I was supposed to be.

She smiled and nodded, and I proceeded to open her purse wide. There was all the usual stuff and then some: two wallets, a credit-card holder, passport, document holder, keys, hairbrush, tissues, a few pieces of make-up, a folded cloth grocery bag, chewing gum, a cellphone, a packet of mints, a brooch, a toothbrush and a mini-tube of toothpaste, a Ziploc containing some fabric, and the spectacles case. I held up the Ziploc.

“Can you tell me what this is ma’am?”

“Yes,” she said, “It’s a pair of clean panties for when I arrive.” She was unfazed, didn’t even whisper. But I’m sure I blushed slightly.

I hurriedly put the plastic bag back in her purse and brought out the spectacles case. “Would you open this for me please, ma’am?”

She opened the case and turned it towards me so I could see the contents. It was purple and shaped a little like a lobster claw. It appeared to be made of some sort of shiny-looking rubber. I looked at the woman and found she was staring me right in the eyes — quite intently I’d say. Her face didn’t betray any emotion. Her mouth wasn’t smiling exactly, but I could see the beginning of a dimple in one of her cheeks. Was she laughing at me? Or maybe she was challenging me. I couldn’t really decide.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s a vibrator,” she said matter-of-factly.

I could feel my eyes had suddenly gone wide. It didn’t look like any vibrator I’d ever seen. I pulled myself together.

“It’s Canadian,” she said, stressing its nationality, as if that was supposed to make me feel more patriotic. It just made me suspicious.

My colleague came back from her break, giving me the opportunity to investigate a little further. In these days of terrorist threat, you cannot be too careful. I asked the woman to pick up her bag and accompany me to the office.

Closing the door behind her, I asked her to take a seat and explain again. While she fished kartal escort bayan the case back out of her bag, I rooted around in the drawer of the desk for my list of permitted and non-permitted items. I scanned the electronic devices category but couldn’t find anything pertaining to sex toys.

“It’s called a We-vibe,” she elucidated further. “See, the logo is printed inside the case.” I looked at where her finger was pointing. Effectively, it did say that, but I wasn’t convinced. “Let me show you,” she continued.

She stood up and rounded the desk, bringing the object just in front of me at chest height, leaning over towards me. I got a better view of her cleavage, but that just made me more suspicious.

“Look,” she said, “this part goes inside the vagina,” she was pointing to the slightly slimmer part of the ‘claw’, “and this part rests against the clitoris.” Her fingers indicated the two little dimples at the ‘nose’ of this latter part. “It has two speeds. You press one of these dimples to make it work, and the other one to turn it off. Shall I show you?”

“Please do, ” I said in my most official voice. I watched as she brought it towards her again and pushed her thumb against one of the dimples. A buzzing could be heard and she took my wrist in her hand, turning my palm upwards to place the device in it.

“Each part has its own motor for maximum stimulation,” she went on as I stared at this strange purple thing shaking in my hand, sending tremors through my arm. It was quite powerful. “But that’s not all,” she said. I looked up at her and her eyes seemed to be sparkling. I felt a twitch in my trousers and breathed deeply, trying to calm myself. “The REALLY interesting thing is that you can use it with a partner. That’s why it’s called a WE vibe.”

My mouth was a little dry all of a sudden. “What do you mean?” I croaked.

“Well,” she said, looking at me as if I was a little dim, “it’s designed so that you can get a cock inside at the same time.” She paused. I wasn’t sure if it was for dramatic effect or to give me time to take in this information. Probably the latter because once I’d realised exactly what she’d just said, I found my own cock was straining against my pants. I saw her eyes drop to my crotch area. “Hmmm,” she moistened her lips, “looks like you’d be curious to find out exactly what that’s like, eh?”

While I was still trying to weigh the consequences of that possible action in my head, she went over to the door of the office, turned the lock and pulled the blind down over the window. I stood up suddenly, my pants tented in front of me, my palm still held out with the we-vibe trembling on it.

“Ma’am!” I tried to protest, moving from behind the desk to stand by its side, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I mean, this great-looking woman with an amazing pair of tits was offering to fuck me in this office, using this ingenious sex toy. How could I refuse???

She was striding back across the room, pulling her sweater over her head, exposing her luscious breasts encased in pink lace. Any doubts that remained in my mind instantly evaporated.

“You can still use it on its own, of course,” she said, as if she was a sex shop salesperson — perhaps she was. “But there’s nothing quite like using it with a man. escort maltepe And it’s extremely pleasurable for him also.”

By now, she was standing right in front of me, beginning to unbuckle the belt of my pants. I still had the we-vibe in one hand, but I used the other one to run my fingers through her hair, settling on the back of her neck and pulling her head towards me for a kiss. She tasted a little minty; must have been chewing gum recently. Her tongue darted across mine as her fingers grappled with the fastener of my waistband and unzipped my trousers. I felt her hand caress the length of my dick through my shorts, making me twitch, and then both her hands pull on the elastic to free it.

Her mouth pulled away from mine and I watched her head descend as she pushed my shorts and pants round my ankles. On her knees now, she licked the length of my shaft from my balls to the crown. God, she had a long tongue! And she proceeded to swirl it round the head before taking me into her mouth and bobbing up and down a few times. A jolt ran through me and I nearly dropped the we-vibe.

She stood up and grabbed it from my hand, kicked off her shoes, and pushed her pants and underwear over her hips. Perching her ass on the edge of the desk, she whipped them off, dropping them to the floor. I continued to watch, mesmerised, as she put first two of her fingers in her mouth, then the we-vibe, coating them in her saliva. She rubbed her fingers between the lips of her pussy and then inserted the toy.

Her legs were spread wide and I could see the we-vibe moving as her vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed. She was leaning back on her hands, her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the sensations. I began to stroke myself as I looked at her, or rather the movements of the toy.

“Oh God!” I exclaimed as I saw that creamy white juices were beginning to leak out around the small purple shaft that protruded from her pussy.

She opened her eyes and smiled. “Yes, I think we’re ready now,” she said. “How shall we do this? Hmmm…” she pondered. “With me leaning over the desk, I think.”

Satisfied with her decision, she jumped off the desk and turned around, placing her forearms on the surface and her nicely-rounded ass just in front of me. I wasn’t sure what to do. I mean, I knew what she was expecting, and I was game, but her self-assurance was a little disconcerting.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled again. “Don’t be shy, now. Come on over here a little closer, and I’ll give you a hand.”

My trepidation left me and I shuffled the few steps closer to her, pushing my hips forward, feeling the smooth material of the we-vibe against the tip of my cock. She reached her hand back and gently enveloped her cool fingers round my shaft, sending a shiver through me. Spreading her legs wider and tipping her pelvis forward, she guided the head of my prick past the resistance of the we-vibe and into her opening. I held it there for a moment, letting the vibrations run through me, and her juices oil my passage. I wasn’t sure I’d last long, but we probably didn’t have much time anyway.

I pushed in a little further and leaned over her enough to be able to get my arms around her front and push her bra up so I could get my hands on those lovely tits. Her back pendik escort arched as my fingertips came into contact with her nipples.

“Mmmm! Yes! Oh yes, tweak my nipples — I love that!” she exclaimed.

I was beginning to regret that this would be so short. Crushing her breasts hard in my hands and squeezing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I penetrated her deeper, then deeper still. The vibrations were amazing all along the underside of my cock and radiating through it, and her moan as I slid into her was even more of a turn-on. Not that I needed any more help.

I saw her hand move down towards her pussy. I’m not sure whether it was to massage her clit better or to prevent the we-vibe from moving too much with my thrusts. I didn’t care anyway; I just needed to fuck her now and fuck her good. I began to stroke long and deep inside her, and she began to moan sub-vocally, her breath leaving her mouth in long sighs, in perfect timing with my thrusts. Christ! This felt good! She’d been right. It was also extremely pleasurable for the man. My eyes closed and I savoured every sensation: the tremors of the vibe; the warmth, the wetness, the tightness of her pussy; and the friction of my cock inside her.

I could hear her breathing getting faster and her moaning start to get a little louder.

Suddenly she hissed at me, “Fuck me harder!”

I obliged as I could feel myself getting pretty close as it was. My strokes became shorter and harder, ramming up to her cervix. Her head dropped forward, her hair dangling on the desk. I squeezed her tits some more, making her mewl. I could feel my cum begin to boil in my testicles and I hoped to God I could hold out long enough.

She had gone very quiet all of a sudden and her body had begun to tense. Her head began to raise and her back to arch. Her vagina walls had contracted. I could see she was on the edge. I let myself go with my own feelings, pounding into her almost mechanically.

She threw her head back and began whisper, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” getting progressively louder. “Yes! YES! YES!! YES!!! OH YES!!!!”

That was it. My balls tightened and my cock swelled, and I ejaculated into her, my breath rasping with every spurt. I stood with my eyes closed for a few moments, panting. I could hear her panting too. When I opened my eyes again, I saw she had her head on her arms on the desk. The vice-like grip of her pussy relaxed and I pulled out, watching the cum run down the tops of her thighs. She reached a hand down and pulled out the we-vibe, and I watched in awe as she brought it up to her lips and licked and sucked off every drop of her juices and mine.

I pulled myself together and reached for the box of tissues in the desk drawer — the advantage of working with female colleagues. I handed them to her and she took a few to clean herself up, before I did the same. We dressed quickly and I felt a little embarrassed, not knowing how to handle the situation now. But, cool as ever, she placed the we-vibe back in its case, the case back in her bag, then grabbed her purse, threw it over her shoulder, and leaned towards me to kiss me.

“Thank you,” she said. “I enjoyed that very much.”

All I could do was mumble something about how I’d enjoyed it too. I mentally shook myself and accompanied her to the door and back out into the security area. She looked towards me one last time and smiled her warm smile again.

“Well, thank you again, she said. “Have a nice day!”

“Have a good flight, ma’am,” I replied. I must have been grinning as I walked back to my post.

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…It was a surprise every time, and the anticipation always gave her a thrill.

She never knew what kind of mood he would be in—playful, submissive, romantic—no two of their liaisons were ever alike, and she appreciated that. It kept her heart racing every time she set foot in the suite, the location and number of which was only known to her twenty minutes before each of their monthly rendezvous. All he ever said was, “stand and wait.”

So she stood by the bed, still in her sensible smart work clothes: conservative gray skirt and matching blazer, white blouse with the frilly collar, shiny black patent leather heels, though beneath the skirt, as usual, she wore no bra or panties. The feel of the skirt against her bare ass kept her revved up throughout the day, just as the anticipation of his call. She never knew when during the day the call would come on her cell phone, specifying the time and place of their meeting, and the mystery, the excitement kept her tingling and wet as she went about her duties.

There was no knock—he let himself in using the second key, all six foot one of him blocking out the light from the hallway as he briefly stood in the door, sizing her up as he always did, his dark penetrating eyes locking onto hers momentarily.

She couldn’t help but inhale, and as she did so she took in the molecules of his scent, a mix of male musk and expensive cologne, that had drifted across the suite. Involuntarily, she rolled her tongue across her lips.

“Strip,” was all he said. “But leave the heels on.”

She shrugged off the white blouse, letting it slip to the floor as she unbuttoned the blouse, eager to free her already-hard nipples from the oppressive fabric. She could already tell he was in no mood for preludes, for his usual fantastically intense foreplay. This would be strictly for his pleasure, and she didn’t mind a bit.

She gave her skirt a tug and it too fell away, bunching around her ankles, creating a brief barrier for her to step over. She stood nude before him, relishing the appreciative touch of his gaze across her naked form.

She was shocked at how quickly he had disrobed, his clothes in a pile beside the bed, and even more surprised at how quickly he’d moved in front of her. She drank in his tall, muscled form, lingering at the oh-so-hard cock that pointed straight at her. God, he was huge. She could never get over its size—at least as big around as her wrist, corded with veins through which the blood that kept it erect pulsed, making it jump.

“I see you looking,” he said, almost out of breath with desire. “Stroke it like kartal escort you know you want to.”

Obediently, she curled the fingers of her right hand around it as best she could, unable to fully wrap her hand around the thick shaft. She moved closer, closer until her aching nipples touched his chest, until his beast of a member was trapped between them. Only then did she begin to work the skin up and down in slow, deliberate strokes, using her other hand to cup and massage the twin orbs hanging in their sac below.

She couldn’t help but stare at it, captured in her hand, the shiny head broad and rounded, making her fingers look small as she worked his cock up and down, faster and faster. It throbbed at her touch, and she slowed for a moment, lest he come too quickly—

“Stop,” he breathed, almost as if he’d read her mind.

“Why?” she asked with a pout. She raked her thumbtip across the tiny slit at the end, which welled with the clear fluid that was beginning to pool there.

“Because I want to fuck you in two different ways tonight, and I don’t want to use it on your hand.”

She did as she was told, allowing herself a delicious shiver at the way he said fuck ring in her ears, taking a last opportunity to rake her fingernails up his prodigious length. Below, her pussy tingled, wet and ready for his next command, hoping, pleading for it to be—

“On your hands and knees, on the bed.”

Ohhhhhhhhhh…she thought as she eagerly made the transition, sliding on the expanse of the bed. The juices flowed freely from her slit now, creating a slick liquid trail down her inner thigh. She crushed her face into the pillows, wiggling her heart-shaped derriere in the air as she anticipated his thick explorations. Her ass was generous, big and curvy, and she wanted him to grab it, thrust on it, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck it with that horse-dick of his—

He wasted no time fulfilling her wish.

He found the wet path running down her leg, and scooped it up with the hot head of his cock, sliding it up, up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, until it nested in the thick wet bush between her thighs.

He opened her up hard,

thrusting the broad head deep amid her puffy lips, and she involuntarily screamed with the pleasure and pain of it all, the hot cock she craved

stretching her,

massaging her

from the inside,

stroking her sugar walls in time to the

slap-slap-slap

rhythm of his thighs against her generous ass,

rough hands grabbing, pulling her hips back and forth,

pussy stroking and stroking the welcome visitor,

mouth maltepe escort bayan making ohhhhhhhhhh and aaaaaaaaah and uuuuuuuuuuuh noises

knees nearly giving way with the hot pleasure radiating out from her core

she pulsed and convulsed and fucked

and stroked

and

and

caaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmme

then

caaaaaaaaaame

then

caaaaaame

and

came

She felt him slide out, still hard as iron.

She lay on the bed, the half-moon of her ass still in the air, panting, gasping from the gifts he’d given her, eager to accept him again in any way, any manner he saw fit.

She felt deliciously helpless, deliciously vulnerable as strong hands spread the round, jiggling orbs of her butt.

“Tell me you want it,” he rasped, his voice catching with raw, pent-up lust.

Of course she knew what he wanted to hear.

“Take my ass,” she stage-whispered, sliding her fingers back toward her rump. She eagerly pulled the cheeks apart, taking over from his hands so he could use them for other purposes. “I want my ass full of your thick, stiff cock.”

A hot, wet, broad something slid across the tiny entrance there, and a little thrill slid up her spine when she realized it was not what she thought it was.

Hot breath rippled between the cheeks of her derriere, She let out little furtive yelps as the slick tip of his tongue darted in and out, gently playing pathfinder, loosening her up and getting her oh, so wet. He’d never done that before and it

felt

so

fucking

gooooood—

Lips sucked and slurped, lingering at her ass, and she lay there slack-jawed, riding the luscious waves of orgasm after orgasm.

“Dammit,” she moaned, gripping the sheets with bitch-red nails, “stop teasing me and fuck me in the ass…”

There was no warning, just the sensuous feeling of a broad slickness pushing its way past her dampened and slowly yielding portal. Strong hands gripped her hips as steady, rhythmic thrusts pushed at her tight opening, harder and harder until the hot round cockhead slithered into her anus—

“Ahhhh!”

Her involuntary shout excited him, and he began to push deeper, deeper into the hot, humid depths of her round ass. She tightened around the hot cylinder that invaded her most intimate of depths, squeezing her curvy cheeks together to milk it of its hot stickiness. Concentration left her, the only noises able to escape her clenched lips a hissing noise as he filled her ass. It was here she felt her most primal,

Here where she felt like the escort pendik dirty girl she liked to be, feeling bad, bad, bad as she listened to her butt eagerly slurp at his big cock…

Here where she went weak-kneed with lust as

every

nerve

ending

in her

Ass

came

alive—

She shivered as he abruptly withdrew his hot length, the sudden emptiness in her ass a bleak void, and she rolled over onto her back to see him holding his near-bursting cock in his hand.

His eyes were crazed lust as he slid up her, and she knew what he wanted then, and she was only too happy to comply. Her tongue raked across her lips as she came face to face with the instrument that had given her so much pleasure a few seconds ago.

It was dark and angry with the pent-up desire inside it, and only she could give release.

She accepted the challenge.

Both hands gripped the slick, raging shaft, and she eagerly rolled her tongue across the head, tasting his salty juices and her own. Her beckoning tongue and lips slurped and sucked, bobbed and kissed.

His slick head filled her mouth, and she closed her eyes, shutting out one of her senses to enhance the other four…

Touch: steel-rigid, hot, slick, pulsating, throbbing, thrusting, bulging…

Taste: salty, sweet, delicious, tangy, luscious…

Smell: sweaty, musky, humid, sexy…

Sound: slurping, smacking, oohhh, mmmmph, yeah, don’t stop, take it allllll….

Ohhhhhhh, how she wanted it all, to take it in, all the way down, but he was too blessed, there was sooooooo much…

She slid a hand down to his balls, ripe, hanging fruit boiling with the liquid passion that wanted to erupt, to spurt, to leap from him—

“Baby, I’m gonna….I’m gonna…”

She withdrew all but the thick head, letting it rub hot against the inside of her cheek, furiously stroking with her hand and licking with her tongue…

“Give it to me,” she mumbled around his dick, wishing for another hand so she could touch herself. “Empty those balls…”

“Gonna…uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Jets of hot gooey, salty liquid stung the back of her mouth, and she let the thick juices roll across her tongue and down her eager throat before pulling him out of her mouth, letting an endless cascade of boiling spurts land on her beestung lips, aiming them at her neck and nipples and between the gentle curves of her breasts, coaxing the last pearls from the end with lips and fingers and tongue.

She fell back on the mountain of pillows behind her, a sticky, silvery string trailing from her lower lip, connecting her to his cock. A swift swipe from her tongue captured the briny evidence so she could send it, still warm, into her tummy.

“Yum,” she said, smiling up at him with eager eyes.

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A shrill noise cut through the darkness. The phone was ringing, oh shit, wonder if it is my wife. Susan started to stir as I put my hand over her mouth and said, “Shhhh!”

Grabbing the phone I saw that it was almost 9:30.

“Hello”

“Dave, its Julie, can I talk to Susan?”

“Sure,” I said as I passed the phone to Susan.

“It’s Julie.”

“Hi. No, we must have dosed off.”

I walked to the bathroom as she spoke with Julie. Susan was just finishing the call when I walked back into the room.

“Julie’s on her way up,” she said.

I looked around in the semi-darkness for my clothes.

Susan chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, I’m not getting dressed.”

“Ok, if your’e sure she won’t mind a naked guy then I’ll stay like this.”

“She does not mind seeing or playing with cocks, she just prefers women.”

I shrugged my shoulders and walked to the edge of the window. We still only had the bathroom light on and the room was still visible from across the street. Looking out I could see into a few rooms across the street but did not see anyone watching us.

After a couple of minutes there was a knock at the door. Susan rolled off the bed and went to the door. After checking to see who it was, she opened the door for Julie. Anyone walking by would have seen her naked.

Julie had changed clothes. She was now wearing a sundress similar to what Susan had on earlier in the day. A nylon workout bag was over her shoulder.

Susan closed the door. Julie placed her bag on the floor and turned to hug Susan.

Julie turned to look at me and said to Susan, “You weren’t kidding, he is pretty hot naked.”

Susan chuckled and led Julie by the hand to the to stand in front of the window.

“We’ve been playing in front of the window. With the light on behind us, people can see us if they are looking at this window.”

Julie stood there in front of Susan looking out the window. She could see into a few of the rooms across the street, although I did not see anyone naked or looking out just then. She was clearly thinking about something as she looked out.

“Did it turn you on standing right here naked knowing you could be seen?”

“Yes. It was so exciting to think that someone could see me naked up here.”

“You were right about being naked under a dress, it has my pussy leaking right now,” Julie said.

I just stood there watching, not sure how or where this was going to go. Susan stood behind Julie slowly stroking her arms. She leaned in and whispered something in Julie’s ear. Julie glanced over at me and then looked down. Susan whispered in her ear again. Julie bit her lip and nodded yes.

Susan reached up and rolled the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Grasping the sides of her dress she began to slide it down Julie’s body. As her tits popped loose, I could tell my earlier thought about them was right. Normally I am a leg guy but her, what looked like 36 DD tits, were magnificent.

Susan stopped when the dress got to Julie’s hips. I was getting very turned on watching the show and my cock was standing up hard. Julie was trembling slightly but kept looking out the window.

“You okay?” Susan asked.

“Yes, it’s just scary and very exciting at the same time. I think I might cum just standing here.”

“Want to keep going?”

“Yes'” Julie said with her voice trembling.

Susan slid the dress over Julie’s hips and ass, letting the dress fall to the floor around her feet. Julie gasped as she saw her completely naked reflection in the window. Susan reached around her and began to rub the top of her bald pussy. Julie opened her legs slightly, leaned her head on Susan’s shoulder and moaned. Susan’s fingers parted Julie’s wet pussy lips and entered her. Julie’s eyes were closed and her head rolled on Susan’s shoulder.

Watching them in the window had made me rock hard again. Julie was totally lost in the feelings. Susan looked over at me.

“Come join us.”

I moved over to stand next to them.

“She likes her tits sucked.”

Taking her right tit in my hand, I could feel her trembling. Julie’s eyes were still closed and Susan was eagerly fingering her pussy. I lowered my mouth to her tit and began to suck it. Julie put her hand on the back of my head pushing me onto her tit. I sucked harder.

Julie’s breath was becoming labored and she pushed her pussy against Susan’s fingers. Soon she was gasping for breath, her body tensed and began to shake as Susan and I held onto her as the orgasm rippled through her. Julie’s knees started to buckle. I pulled my mouth from her tit and Susan pulled her hand away from her pussy. I reached around to hold Julie up. Her body was going limp. Susan and I lowered Julie to the floor where she sat on her knees, her ass resting on her heels. We were on the floor with her, holding her.

Julie’s breathing slowly returned to normal. She reached behind her pulling Susan’s head around where she could kiss her. They kissed a long passionate kiss. She then leaned over to me and kissed me also, out tongues swirling in each others kartal escort mouths. Susan had her arms around Julie and Julie hung onto Susan’s arms.

“That was fucking unbelievable. I must have really been horny to cum that fast. Being naked and exposed like that was so exciting. I thought I was going to pass out when I came.”

Susan was holding Julie and rocking her slowly. I was sitting on the floor next to them. Julie untangled herself from Susan and turned to face her. They were sitting cross legged on the floor, their knees touching.

Looking at Susan Julie said, “Thank you for sharing your time with me. I have been so horny since you told me about fucking in your office. We will have to do that soon. It was a massive turn-on to do it in the open with Dave watching. My pussy is still throbbing.”

“You are welcome and we do have some new adventures to try,” Susan said.

“I know this is Dave’s last night, do you need me to leave?” Julie asked Susan.

Susan looked at me.

“How can I object to having two very sexy women in my room? Besides, Susan has almost worn me out,” I said.

Looking down at my still hard cock, Julie said, “Not completely worn out.”

“Do you want to stay the rest of the night with us?” Susan asked.

“Can I?”

“Yes, of course,” said Susan.

Julie looked at me for approval. I just leaned over and kissed her. She reached over and squeezed my cock and then hugged Susan.

After a minute, Julie uncrossed her legs and moved up to sit on Susan’s lap with her legs wrapped around Susan. Their tits were smashed together and Julie ground her pussy on Susan. Julie whispered in Susan’s ear . Susan smiled and glanced over at the workout bag and nodded yes.

Julie looked at me, “You want to see me fuck her?”

“Oh shit, yes.”

“You ever see two women fuck before?”

“Yes”

“He has a couple of fuck buddies in the Dallas office that he has done it with,” said Susan.

“Really? I need to get down there then.”

“They would love for you to come visit them'” I said.

Julie and Susan went back to kissing, Julie grinding herself into Susan’s lap and their tits rubbing together. I sat on the floor next to them occasionally stroking my cock, definitely enjoying the show.

After a couple of minutes, Julie untangled herself from Susan and stood up. She helped Susan stand and waved for me to join them. Julie walked Susan over to the edge of the bed and had her sit down. Walking to her workout bag she bent over and unzipped it. Her naked ass was pointed directly at me was certainly very fuckable looking. She rummaged in the bag for a minute and pulled out a strap-on harness with a realistic flesh colored cock with balls attached.

Placing the harness on the ground she stepped into it and pulled it to her hips, tightening the straps around her waist. Her “cock” stuck straight out. It was about 6″ and a little fatter than my 7″ cock.

“Nice cock,” I said,

Julie turned to me, “You like?”

“Yes”

She reached out and grabbed my cock and led me to the bed. Julie had me sit next to Susan on the bed. She then stepped in front of Susan, her tits right in front of Susan’s face. Susan reached out and began to massage her tits. She then began to alternately suck on them while Julie held Susan’s head to her chest and moaned. She clearly enjoyed having her tits sucked and was turned on.

Julie looked over at me, “What did you guys do after you got back here?”

“Not much. Susan stood naked in front of the window and masturbated till she came. Then we went into the bathroom and I pissed all over her while she laid in the tub. We moved to the bed where we fucked for a while and then I fucked her ass and shot cum deep into her.”

Julie pulled Susan from her tits and looked her in the eye, “You let him fuck your ass? You have been a very naughty girl tonight.”

Susan smiled and just nodded.

“Did you like him pissing on you?”

“Yes, the piss is so hot and feels so great when it hits you.”

“Did you like getting your ass fucked and him cumming in you?”

“Yes, it makes you feel so full. Its different from my pussy being fucked and his cock pulsing in my ass and filling it with cum sent me over the edge. I think I could cum just from feeling that.”

“HMMM.”

Susan looked at the fake cock in front of her and took the head of it into her mouth. Reaching around to grab Julie’s ass she began pulling Julie to her, driving the fake cock into her mouth. Julie held her head and began to slowly thrust her hips moving the fake cock in and out of Susan’s mouth. I watched as it slid over her lips. My hand touched her thigh and I ran my fingers up to the top of her pussy. She opened her legs to give me more access and I slid a finger along her pussy lips. She as very wet and moaned as I rubbed up and down her pussy lips.

I leaned in taking her tit into my mouth, nibbling and sucking on the nipple as she moaned around the Julie’s cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Julie rubbing and tweaking her tits as she slowly maltepe escort bayan fucked Susan’s face. Breaking away from Susan’s tit, I put my mouth on the side of the fake cock sliding in and out of Susan’s mouth. Julie stopped fucking Susan’s face. I looked up at her.

“You want to suck my cock too?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She pulled the cock from Susan’s mouth and moved to stand in front of me. I sat up facing her.

“Have you sucked a strap-on before?”

“Yes.”

“Whose strap-on have you sucked?”

“My wife’s and a couple of friends from work.”

“They fuck your ass too?”

“Oh yes.”

“HMMMMM, interesting.”

Julie grabbed her cock and placed it on my lips. I slipped my lips over the head of the cock and began to run my tongue over the tip. Julie let the cock rest there for a few seconds and then began to thrust her hips, pushing the cock deeper into my mouth. It had been a while since I had done this so it took me a couple of minutes to get over the gag reflex and begin to take the whole cock in. I felt Susan move next to me and looking out of the corner of my eye I could see her face next to mine as is I sucked Julie’s cock.

“Amazing'” said Susan.

“He is pretty good at it. Ever suck a real one?” Julie asked.

I nodded yes.

“No shit. really?” Susan said.

Julie pulled the cock from my mouth, slobber running down it and onto my chest.

“Yes, really.”

“Who was it?” Susan asked.

“I have done it in some threesomes with other couples, but my first time was at 13 with a friend of mine. We were curious young boys.”

“I would have not believed that.” Julie said.

I just shrugged my shoulders and reached for her cock. Julie grabbed my hand and looked at Susan.

“I want to fuck his ass. Can I fuck his ass?”

Susan nodded yes.

Julie looked at me, “You want your ass fucked?”

“Yes.”

“How do you like it, doggy or on your back?”

“I like it on my back. Like watching you while you fuck me.”

Julie pushed my on my back on the bed and I slid up to the head of the bed. Susan rolled over and grabbed the bottle of lube off of the night stand while Julie crawled onto the bed following us.

Susan looked down at me, “Want me to warm you up like you did me?”

“That would be a good idea.”

“Roll on your side” she said.

I rolled over on my side and Julie slid up next to my face. Susan moved in behind me and I felt her hand, slick with lube, running down the crack of my butt to my asshole. She smeared the cool liquid around my asshole and inserted one finger slowly pushing it all the way in. I moaned as she moved her finger in and out of my ass. Julie grabbed her cock and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth taking it in and she began to slowly fuck my face.

Susan had added some more lube to the her hand and now had two fingers in me slowly stretching my ass open. I was moaning around Julie’s cock and pushing back against her fingers. She added a third finger and slowly worked them into and around my ass stretching me and getting me ready for Julie.

After a minute of this, Susan looked at Julie and said, “I think he is ready for you.”

Julie pulled the cock from my mouth and moved down the bed as Susan pulled her fingers from my ass and I rolled on my back. Pulling my legs up and spreading them I got ready for Julie to fuck me. She moved between my legs and Susan lubed up her cock. Julie slid between my legs and lined her cock up with my asshole. Susan was right next to her watching.

I felt the tip pushing up against my asshole. Julie looked at me, “You ready?”

“Yes, fuck me.”

She grabbed my thighs and pushed her hips forward, the tip sliding into my ass. I felt the familiar stab of pain and then my ass relaxed and she began to slide into me.

Susan gasped, “That is so fucking hot. You are fucking his ass.” Susan’s hand moved to her pussy and she began to rub herself.

Julie slid all the way into me and stopped. She looked at me, “I have always wanted to fuck a guy in the ass. Never met a guy who would do it.”

“Believe me, it is my pleasure,” I said as I pushed against her.

Julie pulled back and then began to rhythmically fuck my ass, not slow or fast, just a steady fucking. Her eyes were glued to the cock moving in and out of my ass.

Susan had three fingers up her pussy and was sucking on her own tit. Her breathing was becoming a little ragged. She moved to the head of the bed and straddled my face pressing her pussy against my mouth. She was gushing wet and just began sliding her pussy and clit over my mouth as I tongued her clit. I lapped at her pussy as she pressed down on me. I did not take long for her to cum, covering my face with her juices and squeezing my head with her thighs. As her orgasm subsided, she rolled off of me onto the bed trying to get her breath back.

Julie leaned forward to kiss me and taste Susan’s cum on me. Moving her head next to my ear she whispered, “Can I get behind you?”

“Yes.”

She sat up and pulled the escort pendik cock from my ass, leaving me with a sudden void and emptiness. I rolled onto my stomach pulling my knees under me and putting my head on the pillows. Julie drizzled some more lube into my ass and moved in behind me. She lined the cock up with my asshole and grabbing my hips, drove all the way into me, my breath rushing from me as she buried her cock as far as she could into me. I glanced over at Susan who was just laying there with a glassy look on her face.

Julie was rapidly fucking my ass now. I could hear her grunting and breathing hard as she repeatedly slammed into me. My cock was dripping with precum and I was just lost in the feeling of her fucking me. Julie stopped thrusting, pulled my hips towards her and held her cock as deep in me as she could. I could feel her shaking as she held me and heard her heavy breathing. Holy Shit, she was cumming from fucking my ass. Slowly she released my hips and fell across my back, her warm soft tits pressing against me and the cock slipping 1/2 way out of my ass. I could feel her heart beating as she laid on me.

“Holy shit, that was unfucking believable” said Susan.

Julie slid off of me, “Uh huh” was all she could say.

I rolled over to lay on my back, my cock sticking straight up, precum on the tip. Julie was on one side with her cock sticking up and Susan was on the other. Susan rolled next to me resting her head on my shoulder, Julie was just staring at the ceiling.

Julie turned to me,”That was incredible, I have wanted to fuck a guy in the ass for a long time. Thanks for letting me do that.”

“Definitely no problem, anytime.”

“Who has fucked your ass before?” Susan asked.

“My wife does and a couple of other women have. Jackie from my office has.”

Susan reached down and grabbed my cock, “You know who has not had a cock in her ass?” she asked.

I looked over at Julie, who was now staring at my cock, “Really?”

She bit her lip and shook her head yes.

“Would you like your ass fucked tonight?”

Julie looked at Susan who nodded her head yes. She then looked at me, “I want to feel your cock in my ass.”

Susan rolled over me and Julie. She began pulling the strap-on off of Julie, loosening the straps and sliding the harness down her legs. Running her fingers over her slick pussy, she began spreading Julie’s juices around her asshole. Julie spread her legs giving Susan full access to her pussy and asshole. I sat up on the bed, moving up near Julie’s head. Julie began to moan as Susan slid one finger into her ass. Susan was slowly working her finger into Julie’s ass. I found the lube and handed it to Susan. She pulled her finger out and pored lube over it and reinserted into Julie’s ass.

Susan soon inserted a second finger and Julie was clearly getting excited. I took my cock and placed it on Julie’s lips and she opened her mouth. Sliding my cock into her hot wet mouth felt so good, getting it all slick to slide into her ass. By now, Susan had worked three fingers into Julie’s tight ass.

Looking down at Julie I asked,”You want it from behind?”

She nodded yes around my cock.

“She is ready for you,” said Susan.

I pulled my cock from Julie’s mouth and moved to down the bed as Susan flipped her over onto her stomach. Julie pulled her knees up sticking her ass into the air. Moving behind her, Susan pored more lube over my cock and held it for me as we lined up with Julie’s now stretched asshole.

Placing my hand on her ass I said, “Just relax. We will go at your pace. Stop me whenever you need to stop. You can control how fast we go here.”

Susan placed the tip of my cock against Julie’s slick asshole. Grabbing Julie’s hip I gently pushed forward, the head of my cock sliding into her ass. Julie gasped and tensed up as I held my the head of my cock in her ass.

Susan was still holding my cock and reached up to stroke Julie’s back. “Relax, take a deep breath,” she said.

“When you are ready, you can push back,” I told her. Her asshole was squeezing my cock.

After a few seconds she began to slowly push back against me, my cock sliding about 1/2 way into her ass. She stopped and took a deep breath.

“You are doing fine, just let your ass get use to his cock being in your ass. Relax, take a deep breath,” Susan reassured her.

Julie nodded her understanding and took a couple of deep breaths. She then began to push back against me again. Julie groaned and my cock was suddenly all the way in her ass. Susan was just staring at my cock in Julie’s ass. Her ass was so tight and hot, I did not know how long I would last before I came. I could feel Julie squeezing my cock as her ass adjusted to it being in her.

After a couple of minutes I asked, “You ready to try it?”

“Yes, but go slowly,” she answered.

Holding her hips, I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her ass. Julie started pushing back against me as I moved back and forth. I felt Susan reach below my balls to play with Julie’s pussy. I heard the vibrator hum to life and felt the vibrations on my cock as she inserted it into Julie. We were in a rhythm as I moved in and out of her ass. Julie reached under and took the vibrator from Susan and began to work it around in her pussy, the vibrations pulsing against my cock too.

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Chapter 74 — In the Shade of a Blooming Maiden’s Legs

In December, at our private English center here in Vietnam, we were changing the whole curriculum and also the sets of books we were using, which required weekly meetings of all staff members. While I was still thinking of Linh and, particularly, her mother Yen, I saw Mira frequently in the mornings. Mira was a young Filipina, who I had started an affair with at work. Several afternoons last fall, we had met in her room, which was in the shorter wing of the L-shaped school.

Mira was 23 or 24 and bisexual, and over the last three months, I had warmed her up to proper intercourse, after she had only had engaged in oral sex with her former girl- and boyfriends. Mira was still waiting for her girlfriend Carol—another of our young Filipina teachers—to return from the Philippines, where she had been stuck for ten months now because of the whole Corona-situation. Mira and Carol had shared a room here at our school, and it hadn’t taken long for the rather adventurous Mira to coax her more bashful friend into a sexual relationship. Eager for Carol’s return, Mira had told me though that she wanted to ‘wait till Carol was back’ for our relationship to continue.

I found Mira’s ‘chastity vow’ strange, silly, and completely unnecessary, however: First, Mira and Carol weren’t married; as far as I knew, Carol had a boyfriend in the Philippines. And then, Mira didn’t have to tell her that we sometimes met in her chambers. And, last but not least, I doubted that once Carol was back, she would agree to have sex with me and Mira together, as Mira seemed to be hoping. But since I had just had two incredibly rousing and satisfying afternoons with Linh and her mother, I wasn’t going to beg Mira to continue our relationship, especially since my affair with Yen was going well and was to continue for a bit, as far as I could see.

As much as I wanted to keep my cool towards Mira, however, last week I had seen a girl or young woman scurrying through dozens of densely-packed students in the courtyard downstairs, while I was smoking on the fourth floor balcony. That cute, young person had been wearing a tight, white-and-blue T-shirt—like Vietnamese students—and an even tighter, very fashionable grey mini-skirt, which would have been unlikely for Vietnamese girls, though. But just when I had thought to myself that this young woman was rather hot, I realized that it had been Mira. As cool, calm, and collected as I had promised myself to remain: the sheer sight of her — even though it had been from a weird angle from several floors above — had stirred my blood and cock.

And when she had sat in last week’s morning meeting in her simple grey T-shirt and black sports shorts, my desire had made me almost nauseous. I had deliberately arrived late, as those meetings never started on time, and so was able to pick a seat from where I could ogle her well. I only listened with one ear but remained completely transfixed on her slim, muscular, naked thighs. I wanted to squeeze, lick, and bite them and then sink my mouth and dick into her young, lithe body. Yet, after the meeting, she was standing among a bunch of Filipinos outside the meeting room and only shook her head, telling me not to come up to her room.

Well, as I had almost fallen in love with Yen, Linh’s mother, my eagerness to see Mira had somewhat subsided, but, still, her thighs and supple figure were driving me insane from time to time. Once, a week or so ago, I had seen her in red little sports shorts in the kitchen on my way up, and I almost grabbed her, but Elizabeth was standing next to her. So, I pulled my affair with her to the front burner again, as the sight out her little thighs basking in the neon light of the conference room was one of the hottest moments of the whole year. I had almost fallen off my chair when my trained eye had also noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And once during the meeting, she also had turned towards me and licked her lips lasciviously. After it was over, I ended up going to my classroom to jerk off, which I rarely do; but that’s how serious it was.

Well, perhaps Mira wasn’t feeling right the day of the previous meeting, or she didn’t want to risk anyone seeing us going into her room. Although, we could have worked that, I was sure. Well, anyway, it was too late now, and at yesterday’s meeting she hadn’t looked as hot in her long pants and sweater. She had, also, sat down in the middle of the last row, with her back against the wall, so there wasn’t really a chance for me to gawk at her. The best I could do was to sit next to her friend Elizabeth—yes, the one with the gorgeous thighs—and exchange at least some glances past Eliz. However, against all expectations, Mira whispered ‘Tomorrow morning?’ past her friend, and I was back on Cloud Nine. I nodded and showed her ‘half-ten’ with my fingers and lips behind Eliz’ back.

When I was teaching my student Nhat the following morning, Mira called me on Skype. Nhat was writing, and I was sitting across from her, but at least ten feet away. My computer kartal escort was already muted, luckily. Mira was still in bed and was using her phone for the call, which she was holding above her body, so that I could see her red satin pajamas. She had opened (or not closed to begin with) the three upper buttons so that I could see the onset of her small breasts. She was lolling lasciviously but didn’t seem to want to go further, which was probably for the better. At some point, she just said she would stay in bed until I arrived. The door would be open, and I should to do ‘whatever I wanted’, which sounded a tad cryptic, but Nhat was asking me something right at that moment, so I just ended the call.

Nhat and I kept working but talked a lot during that class, so that I kinda forgot about Mira, until the bell rang. Mira and I had already spent one morning in her bed, so I was sure that, somehow, it would be good. I had actually deflowered her one afternoon two months ago. Like I said, Mira had had sexual relationships with both, men and women, but had only resorted to oral sex. She was also pretty conscious of her large clit, which had prevented her from offering her young body with impunity. Today, she seemed pretty horny, though, but I was sure that she would tell me that this was our last meeting before Carol would be back next month. Promiscuity and bisexuality were looked down upon in the Catholic Philippines, and I knew Mira was suffering from being ostracized by her Filipino colleagues.

When Nhat, my student, left around nine-thirty, I smoked a ciggie and then moseyed down to the third floor, where Mira’ room was. I checked if anyone was in sight while pressing the door handle but there was no one, as it was a grey and nippy morning. The door opened and I went in. It took me a while to get used to the darkness of her room; the curtains were drawn. I saw that Mira was lying on her back but had covered her legs only to about two thirds up her thighs. She had taken off her pajama pants but kept the jacket on. I saw her belly heaving—so she was still alive—but below the hem of her PJ top glistened her cute, pitch-black bush—framed by the green blanket that covered her legs and the red pajama top. Together with her light skin, that was quite an arrangement. Her midsection looked like the hottest Christmas present ever.

She had pulled another blanket over her head and seemed to be saying: ‘Here’s what you want. Take it! Enjoy!’ Of course, I instantly loved the idea but wasn’t entirely sure if I wasn’t misreading the situation. But everything seemed carefully arranged; it was not that she had just passed out and the blankets had arranged themselves like that accidentally. Slowly, I stepped closer, mesmerized by what I saw. Yen’s butt, when she had kneeled on the chair last week in her kitchen had been as powerful as Mira’s snatch here, but Mira’s fluffy little bush here was quite a sight to behold. Goodness gracious me! That was slick, I said to myself, smacking my lips.

Mira’s tantalizing fragrant bush, which wasn’t much more than four or five square inches big, isolated from the rest of her sporty, lithe body. Exposed like a piece of art. Like I was gaga and, otherwise, wouldn’t have known what truly mattered. That salacious little bitch! The longer I was looking at the arrangement, the more it turned me on, but I still asked myself what it meant. Mira liked chatting and laughing, and she had a charming young face with a beguiling smile, especially now that she had had her braces removed. And we liked to kiss. But now she was hiding everything, apart from her midsection, apart from her bush and pussy.

It occurred to me that this was perhaps her way of getting around her bad conscience regarding Carol: hiding her face, Mira wasn’t offering her whole person, as her soul wasn’t involved, purportedly. Or it was more trivial and she was just too sleepy from working too much and now just wanted a hassle-free bang for her buck? And, as a bisexual woman, she understood enough of the male psyche to know that ‘sex with no frills’ could definitely be enticing. I had always found it hot when a woman told me ‘You can do whatever you want’, even though that hadn’t happened very often. Only two Micronesian girls had ever said that to me, actually.

Anyway, I admired Mira already for the idea to invite me to mount her in such an alluring way and sat down next to her on the bed. I unbuttoned her top first and put the fabric to the sides. Briefly, I thought she might throw off the blanket any moment to startle me, and my heart began to beat faster. It was like in a thriller or a chamber play, and, frankly, as pale as she was, she also reminded me of a corpse, even though I had never seen one in real life. But I could hear and see that she was still breathing. I even thought that I could feel the warmth of her night here next to me and felt like cuddling her. A warm Christmas-feeling washed all over me.

Looking at her breasts closely, I saw that her nipples were already stiff. Perhaps she had masturbated a bit earlier. Her legs were still maltepe escort bayan closed but when she heard me undressing, she opened them a bit. I saw her large clit sticking out from the slim folds of her lips but I wasn’t sure if there was some nectar, as the room was too dark. So, I just sat down again next to her legs, removed the one blanket with which she was covering them, and began to caress her thighs with my fingertips. Her miniature bush with its soft, fluffy, black hair started to heave, just like her belly was.

Mira’s tits were really small and flat, like tiny cushions. But her nipples seemed to have grown even longer during the last two minutes. They were more than an-inch-and-a-half long and pointing at the ceiling. I kissed her bellybutton ever so slightly, rolled my tongue around it, and then watched the goosebumps develop. I presumed she didn’t want to be tickled, as that would have ruined the whole arrangement as well as the plan to just get banged, and so I circled the tender flesh in front of me with my lips and tongue, admired the blood vessels through her waxy skin, before I began to suck her tiny titties. After a while, she reared up for a split-second before she caught herself again and lied back down flat on her back. She clearly was enjoying the treatment. It was hot to experience her presenting herself without compromise, but she knew that she didn’t have anything to fear.

I briefly mused for how long she might have had this fantasy but decided not to ask her, of course. And, again, perhaps she was just too lazy to actively engage in some sort of love-play. Mira worked seven days a week; if she wasn’t teaching at our center, she taught online classes to support her family in the Philippines. Anyway, everything was good and could only end well. She knew I would eventually fuck her and, obviously, didn’t mind. When I took one of her nipples in my mouth again, I heard a first quiet sigh under the blanket.

My dick was swelling, naturally. It had quietly pumped itself up during my reveries and was, in principle, ready to go in. But, of course, it was too early for that. So I caressed her thighs some more, after I had sat down next to her hips again. I looked at her body like a piece of art, and tried to lure her clit out from its comfortable hiding place. Mira’s whole body started to twitch, like I had held two wires to it. And, lo and behold, she opened her legs even more and let me look between them.

I admired the slim lines of her inner labia, which now seemed ever so slightly moist. I was waiting for her pussy to open by itself. But perhaps she was too young for that; her labia still clung to themselves. Perhaps they would open when she opened her legs even wider, though. Or I would assist a little: I licked the tip of my middle finger and began to caress the chiseled edges of her pink inner lips, which were protruding a bit from their housing. Unlike other women’s, Mira’s lips were rather sharp, like the blade of a butter knife and of a similar color as the inside of her snatch.

I heard her heave and then watched her belly. Now, she opened her legs another 20 degrees, which I took as an invitation to place my upper body between them. When my head was resting about four inches away from her treasure, a whiff of her warm, slightly sour pussy aroma embraced me. Overnight, molecule after fragrant molecule had danced and gathered on her perineum, pussy, and pubic hair, which now gave me the kick to shift gears. I pecked the insides of her little firm thighs, where my whiskers brought warm shivers to Mira’s whole nimble body. My caresses triggered excited shrieks and moans, which were muffled by the blanket, however, that she had still over her head.

Now, her whole body began to writhe to the rhythm of her arousal. Her pussy lips actually parted, and I could see the opening of her urethra framed by her inner labia. I leaned forward and opened her slender lips further with my tongue, before I pressed my mouth onto her pussy and my tongue in. After some sucking, I also licked her groins, with my nose still in the fragrant fluffy fuzz above. In the end, I couldn’t wait any longer and pulled her pussy open with both thumbs, until it was almost round. I took her large clit in my mouth and sucked it like a bonbon. It felt like it was getting bigger in my mouth, and when I pressed it gently with my lips, I sensed a warm wave of oily liquid running past my unshaven chin.

Her body couldn’t help producing more of the delicious juices, which were now oozing out from her delicate snatch in quiet cascades. I took some and rubbed it on her nipples, which immediately made her clench her teeth and suck air through them, judging from the subdued noises I could hear under the blanket. But when I spread the juice in the slim crevice between her sets of lips, her pussy became so slippery that it was hard to hold it open with my fingers. But it was heavenly to be able to watch and smell the delicate details of her tiny, tantalizing pussy. I lied down in her lap and enjoyed the quiet sounds and the warm, yet escort pendik fresh aroma for a few minutes before we would shift gears again.

I had been ready to mount her for several minutes now, but I still believed that a chance like this might not occur again soon, if ever. Carol was going to be back soon, and she was going to sleep in this very bed here. Even if Mira and I were going to meet while Carol was teaching, for instance, it would be different, as Mira perhaps wouldn’t want us to soil their sheets in the absence of her girlfriend. I was keen and ready to embrace Carol as well, but I was skeptical that she would agree to that.

As I was musing the near future, more and more juice was leaking, almost like there was a competition between her body and my mouth who could wet her sheath more. Her nectar was of exceptional clarity, though: translucent and of perfect viscous consistence; it tasted sweet and fresh, with just a tad of acidity. Mira was heaving and groaning considerably, so I propped my upper body onto my forearms and reached into the jagged pink ring at the bottom of her pussy with two fingers. Her urethra opening was twitching in front of me, just like her whole base of her pelvis, including her anus.

Would she demand that I come in at some point, or was the timing truly in my hands? As much as I just wanted to mount her unceremoniously: seeing her writhe like this was hot and would probably remain a unique moment in her and my life. Writhing more under the upper blanket, she was wailing and whimpering now, like she was saying: ‘Why are you doing this to me?!’ And so, instead of splitting her snatch with my fat, pulsating, purple glans, I kept licking and sucking her firm young, gorgeous flesh — until I saw fat, thick, yellow drops jump my way.

At first, I hadn’t been certain if it had been pee, actually, but then everything developed into a small jet, which came arching towards me. Eager not to miss a single drop, I immediately leaned forward and watched her discharging and draining herself. I adjusted my head and opened my mouth to catch as much as I could, so that we wouldn’t soil her precious bed, where she would soon sleep with her gorgeous girlfriend again. Good Lord, was she twitching! And screaming, like she was obsessed. This all looked like a proper orgasm to me, even though she was ‘only’ peeing. I asked myself if she had actually planned to piss on me, or if she had just gotten carried away, but the answer didn’t really matter. It was so hot and lovely that I can truly say it was the pinnacle of our relationship. So far.

Mira knew that I wanted her to piss on me; that I wanted to drink from her delicious, refreshing champagne. Aah, was that heavenly! As small as she was, Mira didn’t pee for long, though, maybe only for ten seconds. Perhaps she had been to the bathroom this morning already, although her aroma was quite intense, like it had had time to ferment over several hours during the night. In any case, it was just the right amount, as I couldn’t possible drink a pint—unless it was Nguyet’s or Tuyet’s, perhaps.

Refreshed by the frothy libation, I licked everything off her skin and admired and squeezed her supple thighs once more. When I looked back in her center, I saw that her hands were in her lap now; she had pulled her pussy open and was obviously waiting for me to finally fill the cavity in her body that was meant to hold a dick. So I slid upwards, onto her, positioned my glans where it ought to be and pushed tenderly yet forcefully inside her twitching, muscular sheath.

Oh, Good salacious Lord! After all those weeks of uncertainty and playing games how, when, and if at all we would ever fuck again—and if I would ever get to drink her piss—all my dreams had come true. She had let go in the perfect moment, and the way she had been presenting her cunt just a minute ago, was going to go down in history. When I had finally mounted her, she threw her blanket away and grinned on account of her cheekiness to piss an older colleague in his face. She didn’t seem entirely sure, though, if she hadn’t gone too far. As ‘punishment’, she now got a good taste of her own piss when I kissed her.

Our long, intense foreplay showed its effect when I felt that her body was producing nectar at an alarming rate, which prompted me to take her slim thighs between mine to make her tighter. I propped myself onto my stretched arms and watched her sprightly upper body shake with every thrust. Her flat titties wobbled joyfully, and when I looked down at her belly, I persuaded myself that I could see my glans thrusting under the thin veneer of her abdominal wall. Well, as petite as she was, that was a possibility.

Mira had long closed her eyes and squeaked periodically, while she was enjoying getting fucked. At some point, she even bent her head back and wailed towards the headrest of the bed—loud enough that anyone passing her room could have heard it. I banged her faster and harder and eventually lifted up her little ass. I squeezed her butt cheeks, which were only the size of large pears, and held still, before I started to push and pull her body on my rod. Encouraged by the whole arrangement that she had presented me an hour ago, I treated her like the Christmas present that she purported to be today: ‘Do whatever you like!’ she had said. Well, she could be served.

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“I’m going out to the pool” I call out as I close the door firmly behind me. I need time to cool of and the pool is the perfect place to do so.

“Damn she can get me going sometimes.” I mutter to myself as I walk towards the pool.

Our argument, one of our rare ones had started about something stupid, then went on from there. I couldn’t even remember what had started it, but some things had been said by both of us, leaving us both mad. I had to get out of the apartment before I said anything else. Maybe she would calm down as well, but I doubted it. Shelly could and sometimes did carry a grudge with the best of them.

Shelly was my wife of many years. For the most part we got along, but sometimes things got heated. She was a looker, standing five foot six with red hair. She didn’t like her body, but I’ve found that normal with some women. I know I loved her tits, and her ass was great.

As I walked into the pool area I noticed several couples either in the pool or in the hot tub. Most were in the hot tub. Dropping my towel and keys on a chaise lounge at the deep end of the pool I eased my body into the warm water. As I settled into the corner of the pool to relax, I could hear the wind whipping in the trees. I hoped the rain would hold off for a while. I needed the time to relax and calm down.

When I had been in the pool for about ten minutes, I heard a higher gust of wind. I also heard the gate to the pool enclosure open and close with a crash. Before I could look up the lights went out. As I sat there in the dark, waiting for the lights to come back on, I could hear other people grumbling. Before long I felt the water lap at me as someone climbed into the pool. After several minutes I pushed off from the wall, heading for the shallow end. Swimming under water with my hands out in front of me so I wouldn’t crash into anything or anyone, I went across the pool. Several strokes later I knew I had to be in shallow water and dropped my feet to the bottom. When I finally stood I found the water to be at my upper chest. Walking slowly to the side I found the wall and lounged against it.

Now that I was closer to the hot tub I could hear other sounds. Along with the wind were the sounds of people talking quietly, and the sighs and groans of someone having fun in the dark. Standing there, I could just imagine what was going on in the hot tub, but I wasn’t going to go over and find out. From out of the center of the pool I could feel little waves hitting my body as someone moved out there. Suddenly I felt a hand brush against my stomached, making me tighten up in surprise.

Over the wind I heard a muttered “Sorry”, as the hand pulled away. Before I could say anything the hand returned, lower this time. As it brushed against my lower stomach I gasped, then relaxed. Feeling this the hand stopped, then moved lower, brushing against my bathing suit until it rested over the lump made by my soft penis. Before I could understand what was happening the owner of the hand slid it up, then under the waistband of my shorts, only to slide it lower until it was cupping my balls and prick. As she, (It had to be a she with nails like that.) started gently kneading me, I could feel myself responding. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, it was almost as though I was in a dream, but I didn’t want to wake up. This had been one of my fantasies. Not necessarily with another woman, but to have a woman take command.

As I heard the door close behind him I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself.

“What an ass I married.” I thought to myself.

Our argument had started over something as stupid as whose turn it was to do the dishes. Then it got worse. I know I had said some things I shouldn’t have. Hurtful things, but my temper got the better of me. Besides, he had said some things as well. Before I knew it I was pulling on my smallest Bikini and grabbing a towel from the stack.

“If he can go out to the pool, I can too.” I thought as I locked up the apartment.

Shaking my head in frustration I made my way through the windy evening towards the fenced in pool enclosure. As I got closer I could hear the bubbles going in the hot tub, as well as voices.

“Great.” I thought. “He’s in the hot tub, which is where I want to go. Not only that but there are people around who will want to talk, and I don’t feel like talking.”

I almost turned around and went home then, but thankfully I changed my mind. As I walked through the gate, letting it swing closed behind me I looked towards the hot tub trying to see John, my husband. Before I could see anything there the lights went out.

Stopping where I was for a minute, I waited for them to come back on. When they didn’t I started to carefully make my way to the pool. I soon felt the tiles at the edge of the pool under my feet. I knew I was close to the steps, so I turned in their direction and headed that way. When my hand felt the railing I knew I was there. Feeling around I found a small table that kartal escort is kept there, and set my keys and towel on it.

“At least I’ll be able to find them again.” I thought to myself as I made my careful way down the steps and into the warm water. The water had been warmed by several days of sunlight, and felt almost like a bath. Wading out into the belly deep water, I leaned down and slowly started swimming towards the deep end. Careful lest I hit the wall, I made several laps until I could feel a slight burn in my muscles.

Not wanting to over do it, and slightly spooked by the dark, I made my way towards the side of the pool. As I reached the edge, I moved my hands around a little to get my balance. When I did I felt my left hand brush up against someone’s skin. Muttering a quick “sorry” I pulled my hand away. Before I knew what I was doing I put my hand back where it had been.

“He said I wasn’t inventive enough, or willing to take control did he?” I thought to myself as I felt my hands sliding on this guys body. “He said I’m not spontaneous enough? Well lets see what he thinks of this.”

Thinking this I started moving my hands on this guys body. As my hand slid down his belly to his shorts, I felt him suck in his stomach. God he felt good. Not overly muscled, but solid. Moving my hand lower I felt his outline through his shorts. Not too big, but nice. I moved my hand lower to cup his balls as well. That wasn’t enough. I slid my hand under the waist of his shorts and inside. I could feel his short curly pubic hair rough against my hand then his penis. As I felt it, then reached down and cupped his balls, I felt him stirring in my hand. I loved the feel of his balls weighing in my hand as his cock slowly got hard. Maybe John was right, I know I didn’t do this to him.

As this strangers cock hardened under my hand I could feel myself getting aroused as well. I knew if the lights were on this guy would see my nipples straining against the fabric of my top. Suddenly I felt his hands touching me. As he slid his hands over my body I felt little tingles of excitement. Slowly one hand zeroed in on my chest, brushing over my tits, then settling around one of them, feeling the fullness and weight of my C-Cup breast.

His other hand wasn’t idle. It slid down my body to cup my sex through the thin cloth covering it before sliding around me to grab my ass. I knew he liked the feel of my naked cheek under his hand. As he pulled me closer to feel my ass more thoroughly, I felt him explore with his fingertips. I knew he could feel what I was wearing. While I normally don’t wear a G-String to the pool, (another thing John didn’t like,) I had decided to tonight, just for spite. Now I was glad I had.

Before I could say anything his one hand had pulled my top down and to the side, exposing my breasts to the cool winds. As he did this I felt him kissing me there. The touch of his lips and tongue on my breasts was almost too much. I could feel myself getting wet, even in the water. As his mouth found my nipples, sucking then nipping them, I could feel them harden even more. I knew if I could see them they would look like erasers. As he was doing this I felt his hands sliding onto my hips as he turned me. I didn’t know what he was up to until he lifted me out of the water and placed me sitting on the very edge of the pool.

When I was sitting there he held my hips. I could feel him moving between my spread thighs, but didn’t know what he was planning. I was too high up for him to fuck me. Then I felt a tickle as his whiskers brushed the inside of my thighs. Quickly then I felt his hot breath on the crotch of my bathing suit, followed by his tongue licking at me through the cloth. This was too much. The pent up emotions of the fight, not to mention the actions of this stranger made me gasp and shudder into my first orgasm.

I knew he felt me cum, but he didn’t stop. As I was sitting there dazed, I felt his hands grasping the strings of my bikini. Lifting my hips I let him slide my bottom off me. I could hear the soft plop as it hit the concrete beside my hips. Not even thinking any more, I pulled my top off and dropped it where he had dropped the bottom of my bathing suit. As I was doing this I felt his face dive between my thighs once again. This time there was nothing between me and his mouth. I could feel his hot breath on me, and his whiskers tickling the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs as he started licking at my box. He was taking his time down there. First her slid his tongue around the outside of my lips, before flattening it and swiping it from bottom to top.

As he was doing this I could feel the ripples of his actions moving through my body making me hotter than ever. I couldn’t believe this. As I was gasping I felt him slide his tongue deep inside my hole, tasting me again and again. Even though he hadn’t touched my clit I was getting ready to cum again. Reading my mind I felt his hands move a little, then felt a finger maltepe escort bayan press down on my clit then start rubbing it.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum” I moaned as he started doing this to me.

When he heard this he did something which surprised me even more than what I was doing. He shifted my hips as I bucked them into his face, moving his tongue down then driving it into my ass. This blew me over the edge. The feelings he had been causing, plus the feel of his finger jazzing my clit, as well as his tongue invading my ass pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan as I came.

Shaking my head in an effort to clear it, I reached down and grabbed his head. Leaning down pulled his face towards mine and kissing him tasted my cum on his cheeks. I wanted more. To hell with being married.

Sliding into the water I grabbed his hands and pulled him towards the stairs. As we waded in that direction I could hear the sounds of another couple or two going at it not too far away in the dark. I hoped the could hear us, and were getting as turned on as I was from it. Reaching the steps I pulled him out and over to a chaise lounge I found by kicking it.

Ignoring the pain in my foot I turned and sat on the chaise lounge, pulling him towards me. Reaching up I grabbed his semi hard dick, and slid my lips around it. As I tried to swallow him I could taste the chlorine from the pool, as well as a slightly salty bit of his precum. (When had he taken of his bathing suit?) Holding his hardening shaft in one hand, I fondled his balls with the other, reveling in the feel of them sliding around in their hairy sac. Finally I couldn’t take it. I wanted more.

“Wow” was all I could think as I felt her hand cupping my balls. Thinking that she might have thought me some one else, I decided to see how far this would go. Reaching out I placed my hands on her body. Moving them I first found her tits. As I played with them I could only enjoy the feel of their weight and fullness. While they weren’t huge, they were large enough to keep me interested. As I played with them I slid my other hand over her body until I could feel her mound beneath her bathing suit. Even through the cloth I could feel the shape of her, and the fact she was clean shaven. Moving more I grabbed at her ass.

It felt almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything. All I could feel was warm skin under my hand. As I pulled her to me I slid my hand around until I realized she was wearing a G-String. I loved it. Shelly rarely wore hers. She always said she was either ashamed of her ass, or more usual she didn’t want to offend some one. I kept trying to tell her not to worry about offending people. If they didn’t want to see her ass they didn’t have to look. As it was she rarely wore it. Now tonight I was grabbing the ass of a woman who was wearing one. It felt great under my groping hand.

As her play grew more insistent, I decided on more. Lifting her I set her on the edge of the pool beside us. When I knew she wouldn’t fall I dove in. I could smell and almost taste her through her bathing suit. Grabbing it, I pulled her bathing suit bottoms off with her help. as she settled back in front of me, I dropped the bikini bottoms beside her. I could smell her sex in front of me. It almost drove me wild.

I leaned down to slip my tongue to her. I didn’t know this woman, but I just had to taste her. Shelly didn’t let me do it often enough, and when she wanted me to, it was usually right after she had either taken a piss or a shit. That didn’t do it for me. This woman though was nice and clean from being in the pool.

As my tongue found her lips, I could barely taste her. Wanting her to enjoy it as much as I was, I took my time. Slowly lapping at her. (as I was doing this I slipped my shorts off and tossed them onto the concrete beside the pool.) At first I worked just the outside of her sex, then I started going deeper until I found the entrance to her pussy. Hardening my tongue I slid it into her while finding her little hard button with a finger. As I rubbed her and ate her, enjoying her taste, I could feel her getting hotter and hotter until she finally started bucking against my face. On one of her hip thrusts, she caught my by surprise, almost knocking me over. What she did do though was to shift herself so when I drove my tongue back into her snatch I found it going into her tight little ass instead. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, eating some woman’s ass. (Shelly would be storming out of the room in disgust at this.)

Instead of being disgusted I heard this woman let loose with a wail above me as I felt her sauce flowing onto her ass and my face. Shifting my tongue back up I continued licking at her as she shuddered in her orgasm. As her shudders and twitching stopped I felt her grab at my head, pulling it away from her crotch. As she did this she leaned down and kissed me, licking her cum off my face as she did so.

As I was trying to keep from blowing my load escort pendik right there in the water, she slid down to my level with a little splash. Grabbing my hands she started pulling me along. The cool water we were wading through helped calm me some so I was able to follow her out of the pool. As we walked slowly away from the pool I heard a rattle as she kicked something, then her hands moved. Before I knew what was in store for me I felt her hands shift on me, one grabbing my semi erect prick, while the other slid under my balls playing with them. As she did this I felt the warmth of her mouth slowly engulf the head of my prick. As she slid me into her hot mouth I groaned. I loved the feel of her mouth sliding along my pole, her lips clamping and loosening as she did so. As she was doing this I could feel her one handing sliding on what she didn’t take into her mouth, while the other played gently with my balls. Reaching down I felt first her head, then her shoulders, finally her tits. She had taken off her top as well. I could feel her breasts gently bobbing as she moved her mouth on me.

Gently at first I started playing with her tits, weighing them, and running my hands over their fullness. Her nipples felt hard enough to hurt. Zeroing in on them I started playing with them, wishing I could suck on them. She must have been reading my mind as she soon stood up, brushing my cock against her tits then her belly as she did so. Leaning down I sucked them enjoying the feel of them in my mouth. Before I was ready she pulled away from me. I couldn’t feel her there.

“Great I thought to myself. She gets herself off and leaves me to jack off here.” As I reached down to start stroking my raging hard on, I felt a hand grab my wrist. Slowly the hand glided down mine until it reached my cock. Pushing my fingers to the side she grabbed me again. Over the wind and the sounds of other people fucking nearby I could hear her shifting until suddenly I felt something pressing against the head of my cock. Slowly I felt myself being drawn into the heat of her waiting sex.

Before I could change my mind, after all I was cheating on my husband, I stood up. I could feel his mouth lower onto my breasts as he started sucking on my nipples again. The feel of him doing that was intense, but I wanted something else. Pulling away from him I turned, then reached out to grab hold of where I just knew his cock had to be. I felt his hand gripping his rod, and pushing it to the side grabbed him myself. As I finished turning I could hear someone else gasping from their own orgasm. When I could feel him behind me I backed up a little.

As soon as I felt his head against my skin I shifted him slightly to line him up with my opening. Pushing back against him I felt him slowly enter me, filling me with his hard prick. I gasped as he slid all the way into my wet cunt. I could feel his balls laying lightly against my lips, and the brush of his hair against me. Not being able to see I could concentrate on what I was feeling.

Slowly, oh so slowly he pulled almost all the way out of me while placing his hands on my hips. I could feel every inch, every knob and vein on his prick as he eased his way back into me. I was loving this. As he slowly stroked into me some more I felt him shift his hands until one was grabbing at my tits swinging below my body. As he started kneading my flesh there I braced my hands on the chaise lounge in front of me. As he started speeding up I felt him start grabbing at, pulling and pinching my nipples. The feeling was incredible.

“Why didn’t John do this to me?” I thought as I enjoyed the feelings coursing through me.

As he was doing this I moved my own hands until I could reach under me and play with my clit. when my fingers brushed against myself I gasped.. As I slowly stroked myself, I could feel him moving inside me. Lowering my head I pushed my ass higher, wanting more of him in me. When my head was resting on the chaise lounge I reached back with my other hand.

Now I could play with myself with one hand, feel him playing with my tits, and feel his prick as it glided in and out of me with my other hand. I loved it. I could feel my juices running down my legs and off his prick onto my hands. Reaching back a little further I could feel his balls as he pushed into me.

By this time I was gasping from what I was feeling. I could feel my cunt gripping at him as he fucked my sodden pussy. I was loving this. I was fucking some one I didn’t even know, and I was loving it. I could also hear myself moaning. Not just moaning but telling this guy I wanted him to fuck me harder.

“Fuck me like a whore.” I heard myself say. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Make me scream as I cum.” I was shocked at what I was saying. “Let me feel your cum inside of me.” I said a little later.

I couldn’t believe it was me saying these things, but I loved it. As I felt myself twitching beneath him, I knew I was going to hit orgasm soon. He must have felt it too because he shifted his hands on me. Grabbing my hips with both hands he started pounding into my abused sex. I knew I was going to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. As I felt him start twitching and swelling inside of me I knew he was going to drop his load in me.

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