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“Let’s get some shots,” my cousin Leah said as she led me through groups of people. I’d just moved to Ridgeview thanks to my ass hole dad moving in with some brunette bimbo and my mom basically abandoning me to gallivant across Europe. The only thing lucky about my moving to this shit hole was Leah went to the local college and always knew a good party. Which is where we currently were, elbowing through fellow party goers.

When we finally reached the kitchen a very attractive guy Leah somehow knew poured us shots. He was over six foot with golden blonde hair, emerald green eyes, a square jaw, and muscles that made every girl in the room drool. His friend joined us as we took shots and while blondie was gorgeous his friend was even more attractive.

Dark wavy brown hair, light blue green eyes, sexy smirk, strong jaw, very tall, and an incredible body by the look of him.

“Lee who’s your friend?” The brunette guy asked. I threw back a shot and shook my head viciously making my dark auburn hair fan out around me. I hated vodka so much, especially the cheap shit.

“Alec and Nash, this is my cousin Kinzie she just moved to town,” Leah introduced me. I smiled at the dark haired ones name… Alec, it fit him well.

“Want to dance Kinzie?” Alec grinned at me.

Leah smirked as I nodded and walked off with Alec.

The living room was full of people grinding against each other and Alec and I were no different. He grabbed my hips pulling my back to his chest and a ground my ass against his crotch. He was hot and I was pissed off at the world and horny… it was perfect. His hands stroked various parts of my body and I felt him grow hard against my ass.

When I didn’t stop dancing he ground his hard on harder into my ass and I bit back a moan.

“I think we should continue this in private,” I turned around to whisper in his ear, pressing my chest against him.

“Well aren’t your forward,” he smirked.

“Not forward just buzzed and horny… whether you benefit from that is up to you,” I laughed at his lustful expression.

“Follow me,” he winked and grabbed my hand. He led me through people and down stairs to the basement. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, he unlocked the first door we came to and let me enter the room before him. He locked the door behind us and sat down on the bed.

I grinned as I straddled him and he grabbed my ass to steady me. I kissed him slowly at first, my tongue massaging his as his hands roamed over my body.

I was wearing only a pink and tan lace corset dress with a lacy white thong underneath. Alec seemed to appreciate my choice of clothing for the night as he easily slid the straps off my shoulders. He pushed the material down to my ribs exposing my breasts. He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples as we kissed and I gyrated against him.

I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I grew even wetter at the sight of his rock hard abs and pecks… he was perfect.

He began kissing and nibbling on my neck as I moved to unbuckle his belt and push down his jeans and boxers. His now free cock pressed against my pussy since I straddled him and I moaned. He was huge, probably the biggest cock I’d ever taken. He pushed his pants down the rest of the way kicking away his clothing. He lifted kartal escort me up and gently placed me on my back on the bed.

“Your turn,” he smirked as he tugged my dress off of me. His fingers moved between my thighs and slid along my wet slit.

“Mmm Alec,” I squirmed.

His fingers circled around my hole teasingly and I panted as he played with me. He slowly hooked his fingers in my thong and pulled, I shivered in pleasure as the cool air met my hot exposed flesh.

Once I was free of my thong Alec pushed my thighs far apart. His head moved between my thighs and his tongue repeated what his fingers had done. His tongue swirled just around my hole like his fingers had and I growled in frustration.

“Alec please,” I moaned.

“Do you want my cock Kinzie?” he taunted replacing his tongue with his fingers again.

“Mmm yes.”

Grinning Alec flipped me onto my stomach and I got up on all fours wiggling my ass for him as he kneeled behind me.

His mushroom tip pushed into my hole and then he thrust in deep.

“Damn baby you’re so tight,” he groaned as he pulled out only to impale me again.

“Harder Alec, harder,” I moaned as his speed increased. There was a satisfying slapping sound as he pounded into me his balls slapping against my pussy.

He smacked my ass and played with my nipples as he fucked me making my orgasm come that much quicker.

“Alec, I’m going to cum… mmm fuck me oh it feels so good,” I whimpered. His thrusts increased and then as I came I heard the snap of a condom being removed and his cum spurted onto my back and ass crack.

“Fuck, I may have to get your number,” Alec chuckled collapsing on the bed and pulling me into his arms.

“So you’re one of those guys,” I laughed rolling my eyes.

“What guys?”

“You fuck anything with a slightly pretty face and get the numbers of only the exceptionally good ones for future booty calls,” I turned over so I was facing him.

“You’re way more than slightly pretty Kinz… you’re gorgeous, can you blame for wanting a future booty call with you?” he trailed his finger up and down my arm.

“No it’s understandable, I am a pretty good lay,” I smirked.

“I’ll say,” he grinned. My hand slipped between us and started stroking his semihard cock.

“Ready to go again?” I bit my lip.

“Hell yes,” he growled.

I sat up and straddled his lap, his cock at my entrance hard and ready.

I sank down on it making us both moan loudly.

“Oh shit condom,” I panicked realizing my very big mistake.

“I’m clean are you?” Alec panted.

“Yes and I’m on the pill,” I moaned as he thrust his hips against me.

It felt so good even I couldn’t bear the thought of him putting a condom on now.

“Fuck it,” I decided and started thrusting and gyrating my hips on his cock.

“Oh shit your pussy feels incredible,” he groaned as I rode him hard. His fingers dug into my hips painfully, but it only turned me on more.

He watched hungrily as my tits bounced up and down as I fucked him.

He pulled on my nipples roughly making my pussy convulse around his cock.

“Cum for my baby, I want those sweet juices on my cock,” he thrust deep inside me as he pinched and tugged my nipples.

“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed as I came hard. Alec maltepe escort bayan rammed into me deep his cock hitting my cervix as he reached his own climax and I rode out the final waves of mine.

I felt his hot load spray inside me as he came.

I collapsed against him his cocking pulling out of me and softening against my ass.

We laid down side by side and spooned as we fell asleep both of us completely spent and exhausted.

When I awoke a couple hours later Alec was still asleep so I slowly and quietly slipped out of his arms.

I quickly dressed, but in the dark I couldn’t manage to find my thong so I decided to just leave it. I slipped out of the room and scurried up the stairs hoping Leah hadn’t left without me.

I found her in the kitchen talking to some random guy with short light brown hair and eyes to match sighed in relief.

“Hey girly what have you been up to?” Leah grinned giving me a knowing look.

“Will you give me a ride home?” I yawned.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she laughed, “see you later Jake.”

We exited the house, I was a little sore so my walk was off which Leah immediately noticed and made fun of.

“So Alec is a big boy then?” she teased as we got into her car.

“Very,” I laughed.

Leah drove me home making fun of me the entire way. When I got to my dad’s house I grimaced at the suburban cookie cutter home. I missed my apartment in the city, I missed the weird old lady down the hall, and the smell of incense and pot from the next door neighbor Michael. I missed Michael too, he always got me high… plus he was hot.

There was a note for me on the table when I entered the house.

Be up early for a family breakfast tomorrow morning to meet your new siblings. Your room is in the basement, first door on the left. Love you, Dad.

I rolled my eyes at the note. New siblings? Fuck that I didn’t need to meet Anna’s snot nose brats. I was eighteen and almost done with school I would be out of here soon enough. When I entered my room I frowned at all the boxes, I had my work cut out for me tomorrow. tonight however I needed some sleep, my night with Alec had exhausted me. I opened the door to my bathroom and frowned at the door on the opposite side of the bathroom connecting me to someone. I opened it slowly and poked my head in, I didn’t want to wake one of the kids and get in trouble. What I saw however was not a child’s it room it was a teenagers. A male teenager’s to be exact by the naked girls, basketball, and car posters covering the walls. The bed was empty so I didn’t bother being quiet as I walked around observing the room.

There was a bunch of textbooks on his desk, chess set on a table against the far wall, and a gaming console with a bunch of games strewn around it. So Anna’s son was a nerd, he was probably having a sleepover at one of his friend’s house jerking it to soft porn. I rolled my eyes at the thought of having to share a bathroom with some weird guy who would be panting over me.

I left his room and went back into the bathroom to take a shower. I washed the dried sweat and cum off of me, letting the shower head spray between my legs too. Once I felt nice and clean I toweled off and crawled into bed naked.

I awoke the next morning to someone calling my name right outside escort pendik my door by the sound of it.

“Mackenzie! Wake up honey it’s breakfast time,” Anna’s voice said.

I groaned, “Okay I’ll be up in a sec let me get dressed.”

I got up slowly and dug through my boxes for some comfy clothes. I managed to find a pair of cotton sleep shorts and a crop tank top. I put them on and then went to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. I was combing the knots out of my hair when I heard a male voice from Anna’s sons room. I pressed my ear to the door, I’m nosy so sue me!

“I know man, I’ll wash your sheets for you calm your tits. This girl was fucking wild though if you’d seen her you would understand,” A deep and slightly familiar voice said.

“No that’s the thing I didn’t even have to try to sneak out, she left me there! Most girls want that bull shit cuddling. Didn’t even get her number… you need to convince Lee to give me it,” the voice said. My heart pounded in my chest… Lee? Oh no.

I flung open Alec’s door.

He took one look at me and hung up on whoever he was talking to.

“No, no, no… you aren’t Allan’s daughter,” Alec groaned.

“I’m afraid so,” I covered my face with my hands and internally screamed.

“Fuck,” Alec cursed.

“That’s what got us here in the first place.”

Alec chuckled and I smiled, both of us calming down a little.

“What are we going to do?” I asked my hands falling to my sides.

“It’s not like we’re related and they aren’t married yet… we can do whatever we want,” Alec said as his eyes traveled up and down my body. My nipples hardened visibly under my thin top and Alec groaned response.

“So I’m wild huh?” I smirked.

“Oh very,” he grinned walking over to me.

“How so?” I walked my fingers across his chest.

“Wild enough to fuck me right here, those long legs wrapped around me as I fucked your tight little pussy,” Alec smirked playing with the waistband of my shorts.

I rubbed my hand on his crotch and grinned as he hardened. His fingers slipped under my waistband and he circled my clit with his thumb.

“Oh,” I moaned softly my pussy getting wet.

“I think we both need a shower,” Alec grinned. Alec went to the bathroom and turned on the water as I shed my clothes and stepped under the warm spray. He quickly followed and immediately pressed me up against the shower wall.

He didn’t waste any time as he thrust inside me bare back again.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned quietly.

“Shhh, we wouldn’t want to alert daddy to the fact them I’m fucking his little girl now would me?” Alec covered my mouth with his hand. I’d completely forgotten our parents were in the house right above us.

“Fuck me harder Alec,” I thrust my hips back into him. We both needed to cum before they came looking for us.

His hips thrust against me at an intense speed his cock stretching and filling my pussy.

“Mmm such a dirty girl, I’m going to fuck you whenever I want wherever I want Kinzie,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes please,” I panted trying to contain a moan.

I knew this would be a mutually very beneficial relationship and it had the added bonus of pissing my dad off if he found out.

I was going to fuck my soon to be step brother… over and over.

He swiveled his hips and slammed his cock against my cervix as I came.

I could barely contain my moans and Alec had to cover my mouth with his hand to muffle me.

“Shhh Kinz, you can scream all you want next time,” he chuckled.

Next time… I couldn’t wait.

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“You’re too old to go bumming round the world” all his so called mates had told him. But that was just jealousy, eating them up as they crouched on their precarious little stockbroker rafts in the city, afraid to take the plunge, swim with the sharks, discover…who knows what, just discover.

At the ripe old age of 40 Ray Fenton had done just that. He had taken the plunge, cashed in his shares, hung up his dealing room jacket and had left the rest of the world behind, maybe for a year, maybe more. Who knows, he hadn’t restricted himself by putting time limit on this chapter of his life.

Now he found himself walking alone along a deserted road in North East Brazil. Underneath his now well worn rucksack his back was dark brown, scorched by endless days in the sun. The rest of him was lean, muscled from the months of walking, chopping wood and living off the land.

He came round a bend in the road and the unmistakable smell of the sea caught his nostrils, followed closely by the distant sound of waves striking firm sand. A little bit further down the road half covered by overgrown palm fronds was a battered sign. “Jericoacoara Beach” it proudly announced.

Ray quickened his pace, aching feet and joints reviving at the thought of the cool ocean, a good meal and a chilled beer.

20 Minutes later his old rucksack lay prostrate upon an empty beach, his shorts and sandals lay beside it, drying in the light warm breeze.

He gasped audibly as the first wave hit him, instantly enlivening his senses, making him feel alive again, hungry for more. He dived headlong into the second wave, feeling it pull at him as it broke over him. Revelling in the cool silence that surrounded him. He swan for a few yards underwater then surfaced, only to be hit full in the face by a breaking wave fully twice the size of the one he had dived into.

Eventually the last wave flicked at his ankles as he made his way back up the beach, enjoying the feel of the setting sun upon his naked body.

He lay upon the sand letting the warmth massage him gently, the wind nibbled away at the droplets upon his body.

He felt the blood coursing through him, reaching out to every part of him, engorging it with life giving energy. He smiled to himself as he realised he was getting aroused by the sensation.

Eventually he pulled on his baggy shorts, enjoying the feeling of freedom they gave him. Slipping his sandals back on he hoisted up his rucksack and made his way escort bostancı along the beach.

A little while later he caught sight of a few lights, red, green, blue, yellow strung haphazardly along the straw roof of a beach bar. He could just make out the outline of a couple of tables and chairs on the sand, 3 rickety looking bar stools and a flash of blond hair behind the bar.

As he got closer he could see that it was deserted and wondered whether it was closing for the night.

The sun had now completely gone and the reds turned to deep purple as the first glittering stars of the night emerged overhead.

He emerged from the darkening beach to stand in the subdued light of the bar. The girl behind the bar was refilling a fridge at the back of the bar, her blond ringlets cascading over her lean, tanned back as she bent down.

Ray felt himself stir as he followed the arch of her spine down to the turquoise bikini bottoms. He noticed the way that the thin strands snaked over the tops of her buttocks and then widened into a piece of fine silk like fabric which hugged her lips before disappearing beneath her pelvic floor.

Suddenly she stood up and turned around, crying out in surprise when she caught sight of Ray standing there. Ray’s blue eyes met her ice blue eyes, immediately softening from the initial surprise and flashing seductively. Was it his imagination or did she momentarily widen those eyes? Inviting, approving.

Ray pulled himself up to his full 6ft 1″ height and smiled. Pleased with the further albeit brief flash of approval.

She strolled towards him, please with the way his eyes drifted down, taking in her full yet pert breasts, smooth tanned skin, and swinging hips.

Leaning against the bar she flashed her eyes once more before her full glistening lips seemed to whisper, “what can I get you?”

Ray had been there a hundred times in the last year. He paused, just long enough to convey what he really wanted. “Two beers”, “make sure they’re cold”.

She slid back the lid of a freezer below the bar and reached down, maintaining eye contact as she did so. Pulling out a bottle Ray noticed the ice on the outside. He inadvertently licked his lips.

Before handing it over she placed the bottle between her breasts so that it nestled within her cleavage. She gasped as the ice cold bottle made contact with her warm skin. “Feels pretty cold to me” she said before flicking the top of the bottle under ümraniye escort the bar and removing the cap.

As she placed it on the bar she allowed her hand to run slowly down the side of the bottle, quickly melting away the remaining ice. She lifted her fingers from the bottle and placed them in her mouth one at a time removing the cool moisture with her tongue and lips.

Ray noticed the glistening droplets that now perched precariously on her breasts, occasionally one would break free and run down between them, dampening her bikini. Her nipples had started to harden, protruding from beneath the material.

She reached down again and removed the second beer. “For you” said Ray. She nodded approvingly and took a long draught rolling her finger and thumb over the lip of the bottle after removing it from her mouth.

She turned and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the bar. Ray felt more than a pang of disappointment.

A little while later he saw a silhouette approach from the side of the bar. She glanced at him, her eyes catching his as she brushed past him and proceeded to drag the chairs and tables on the beach closer to the bar.

Ray was aware of her perfume permeating his nose from where she had brushed against him. He was also painfully aware that he was quite obviously stiffening uncontrollably.

He turned back to the bar, standing closer to hide his rapidly building erection. Concentrating on his beer to try and distract his now very preoccupied mind.

He heard nothing before he felt soft hands snake around his waist, running up and grasping his chest, pulling him back slightly until he felt her breasts upon his back, felt her warm breath against the nape of his neck, felt her tongue flick across his shoulder blades.

Her perfume was now overpowering. Entering his every pore. Firing his already stoked desire.

Her hands ran back down his chest, over his hard stomach, moving slowly, slowing even more as they neared their ultimate objective.

His breathing quickened. He was aching. Needing to be touched, set free. Wanting her to grasp him tight.

Eventually her hands flicked over his shorts, appraising his hard shaft as it strained against the fabric. She moaned approvingly as she moved back up, pressing firmer against his entire length.

She flicked open his button and the engorged end of his hard cock burst from the top of his shorts, drinking in the night air, demanding further kartal escort bayan attention.

He felt her press closer against him as she slowly undid his fly, every inch liberating him further. Ray reached around, feeling her buttock in his hand, pressing her closer to him. His shorts slipped to the floor leaving him naked. As he pulled her in closer he felt the heat from between her thighs against the top of his leg.

Her hand now cupped his balls, gently and expertly rolling them in the palm of her hand. Her other hand stroked his shaft, gently wrapping her fingers around him as she started to firmly pull up and down. He felt his need strengthen. Yearning to be free, yearning to explode.

Gently he removed her hands and turned to face her, bending to meet her lips, tasting her as her tongue snaked out to meet his. He shivered briefly as her hand again found his hard cock, stroking it in unison with the rhythm of their kisses.

He reached behind her, pulling the cord of her top so that it fell away to the sand.

He took her breast in his had as they continued to explore each others mouths, fleeting glances communicating the fact that they shared the same overriding need for release.

His right hand rode up her smooth leg, fingers caressing her inner thigh before pulling aside her bikini bottom and immediately feeling her hot wetness. Tow of his fingers slipped effortlessly inside her, she gripped him tight as they entered her, biting his bottom lip as his fingers probed upwards, curving around, seeking out the pace she longed for him to find. She gasped loudly when he did and shuddered against him.

Slowly she regained her control, stroking him harder now as his fingers continued to flick inside her, carrying her nearer and nearer, bringing the stars closer and closer.

She shuddered again this time uncontrollably. He snaked his left hand behind her supporting her, letting the waves of pleasure ripple through her, engulf her. She looked up with far away eyes and started stroking him again, harder this time, longer. “I want your cum” she whispered. “I want you to shoot it all over me, I want to feel it run down my body, feel it hot against my skin. I want to rub it into my wet lips”.

She slipped to her knees stroking faster and faster looking up into his eyes, pleading with him to shower her.

He could hold it no longer. He cried out as the first violent spurt shot up against her chin. The next spurted up over her face. Her tongue snaked out and tasted him. Time and time again he convulsed and sprayed her brown skin with his milky white seed. It ran over her breasts, her erect nipples glistening before it dripped down onto her belly and snaked its way down to join her own juices.

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“Are you awake?”

Your voice is a soft whisper. I can tell you are trying not to wake me if I am still sleeping. But an expectant undertone tells me that you hope I am awake. Or maybe I am simply hearing more than you’ve said. I’m not sure.

The warm pressure of your body snuggling against my back is what had drawn me from my slumber only moments before your whisper, and I didn’t know if you are simply being affectionate or if you have a more playful, less innocent, intention. Nor am I sure which I hope to be the case. To be honest, you had worn me out the night before. A small part of me wants to act as though I haven’t heard your question.

But the soft pressure of your warm breasts against my back and the firm pressure of your hardening nipples bring back the memories of the pleasures we have shared, and make me want to experience them again…and again…and again.

“Wide awake,” I respond with what I hope sounds like a smile of encouragement in my voice.

“I think you stole my line,” you laugh as you lift a leg and drape it across me.

The moist warmth between your legs press into the back of my thigh, and there is no longer any doubt in my mind. Your thoughts are definitely less than pure. I quickly decide not to complain. Instead, I roll over and faced you. You smile and snuggle back up against me then wiggle your stomach against me before lifting your leg high.

“I’m the one who’s wide-awake,” you smile.

You shift around until the moist warmth finds my growing erection and settle against it. You tilt our head up and find my lips for a soft short kiss. It is nothing like our kisses of the night before. Yet it excites me as much as your probing tongue had then. I feel myself growing firmer.

“But…” you quickly add, “it looks like someone else is becoming wide-awake too.”

I laugh with you, then suddenly roll on top of you, placing my hands on each side of you to keep most of my weight off of you. You quickly lock your legs around me and began escort bostancı rolling your hips, sliding the warm wetness up and down the length of my still growing erection. I lower my lips to yours and kissed you lightly. The movement of your body slows, and you putyouer arms around me, holding me tightly without asking for more than the light pressure of our lips. After a long moment, you let your weight settle down into the bed and loosen the grip of your legs. When I open my eyes, you are smiling up at me.

For another moment we study each other’s eyes.

I slide down until your breasts are beneath my face then lower my mouth to a plump nipple and watch as your eyes close and a small sound of satisfaction purrs in your throat. My tongue teases and toys with it, and the sound of your purr grows louder then turns into a sigh. I run my tongue in a final circle before lifting my lips then slipping lower yet, trailing my tongue lightly across your stomach until it finds the dimple of your belly button. Flicking my tongue in and out of the indentation brings a giggle to your lips, and you pull away.

“That tickles,” you protest, still laughing.

I press my lips against your belly and suck a small piece of your warm skin into my mouth, then let it slip out as I slip lower again, letting my mouth brush over your smooth skin until my tongue finds the soft warm fold of flesh covering your clit. You stop laughing and let a loud sigh out with your breath.

The tip of my tongue finds the crease in your flesh and the small bud beneath. I flick it back and forth slowly, softly touching it, moving it from side to side, and another sigh escapes your lips.

I slide my tongue lower, slipping it inside you with a quick thrust, then flick it in and out rapidly.

You gasp and lift your hips and spread your thighs wider to give me more room.

I press my tongue as deep into you as I can and explore the walls of your vagina, tasting the fluids now beginning to flow from ümraniye escort inside. I open my mouth wide and cover your pussy completely, sucking your thick warm mounds into my mouth as my tongue strains to find its way even more deeply inside your liquid warmth.

“Oh…yes,” you moan and lifted your hips even higher.

I pull my tongue out and lift it to toy with your clit again. The small bud is now swollen, hot and slick with your secretions and my saliva. My tongue slides across it and a short shudder of pleasure ripples through you. I lap at your clit slowly, running the length of my tongue across it while wiggling it from side to side, and another shiver shakes you. You lift your pelvis as though trying to run your clit up and down my face.

My cock is growing hard, throbbing full at the excitement of knowing I am exciting you with my tongue. I have to rise up to free it from under my body. Your body shifts when I move, and I glance up. You aresmiling down at me.

“Why don’t you change positions, so I can taste you too,” you suggest.

I smile back at you and shift until I am kneeling over you. Your warm fingers wrap around my cock and stroke me slowly. I lower my lips and tongue to your cunt again and feel you tugging at me gently, asking me to lower myself. The wet warmth of your lips slip over the head of my cock.

I put my arms around your hips and use my fingers to spread your pussy open wide then begin flicking my tongue across your clit as fast as I can. You had loved it when I’d done it the night before, and you don’t like it any less now. Your hips immediately curl, rolling up, pushing your pussy against my darting tongue.

You have taken my cock deep into your mouth and started licking at it with the same enthusiasm as I am licking your clit. My cock is fully aroused, throbbing. Your lips suck me in a little more and I feel your fingers wrap around my balls. After the hours-long session of the night before, I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, kartal escort bayan but I can feel the tingle of extreme anticipation already beginning to build up inside of me. I don’t want to be the first to reach a climax, so I focus my attention on your pussy and try not to let myself concentrate on the pleasure your mouth is giving me.

I stop licking your clit and return to your vagina, again slipping my tongue deep inside you. Drawing my tongue out slowly, I trail my lower lip across your clit then find it with the tip of my tongue again. I tease it with a light flicker for a moment before pressing my tongue down firmly and licking my way back into you.

You are moaning softly while running your lips up and down my cock. Your fingers squeeze my balls gently. your other hand followed your lips, stroking my cock as you let it slide out of your mouth then leading your mouth down the shaft again. The tingle is beginning to gather like an electrical charge inside me building up a charge. Just waiting to overload my pleasure circuits.

Again I try to ignore the sensations of your mouth and hands. I suck as much of your pussy into my mouth as I can and began tonguing your clit in a constant flicker. Your body tenses up. You began shivering slightly and I know you are trying to hold back, so I attack your clit even more vigorously, sucking and licking at it.

You seem to understand what I am doing, that I was turning it into a little game of who could hold back the longest. Your mouth is matching me lick for lick, suck for suck. The pressure is beginning to build inside me and I know I can’t last much longer.

Then your body begins shuddering suddenly. your hips rock, rolling up at my tongue then away, then back. I follow your body, keeping my tongue against your clit until the last shiver of pleasure passes through you.

Then I start cumming myself.

You suck my cock into your mouth and hold me there with your hands on the cheeks of my bum while my body shakes with the electric like shocking pleasure. As the strength drains out of me I slowly let some of my weight fall onto you, Then I roll off and turn so you are in my arms face to face, we kiss each tasting ourselves in the others mouth. “Don’t you just love Sunday mornings?”

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Author’s note-I would like to thank my editor, eluckenbach, for his assistance, wonderful suggestions and a little male prospective. Thank you for everything.

Please take the time to vote and/or leave a comment and let me know what you think. If you enjoyed this story and would like to see how Maggie and Craig first met, then you might be interested in reading my first submission “The Proposition”. Thank you again and I hope you enjoy it.

Jessica

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Maggie climbed out of the driver’s side of her little red Ford Focus and took a deep breath. There was nothing like the damp, salty smell of a luscious ocean breeze. The warm wind kissed the bare skin of her face, shoulders, arms and legs, which had been chilled by the car’s air conditioner. This instantly caused goose bumps to break out all over her body as she was over whelmed by a sense of nostalgia for the few summers she had spent at Hampton beach in New England with her parents during her long ago childhood.

It wasn’t just the smell of the ocean itself that made it so memorable; it was everything else that came along with it. The smell of venders cooking hamburgers, hot dogs, French fries and fried dough, the sound of the cars as they slowly passed by looking for parking further down the beach mixed with the sounds of the music from several different radios, children playing, adults laughing, the constant cawing of the seagulls and under it all was the harsh yet somehow soothing lull of the breaking waves as they threw themselves upon the shore.

Maggie reveled in the sights, the sounds and all the sensations that always bombarded her on her now oh so infrequent trips to the beach. While she lived in Orlando, only an hour away from two of the most famous beaches in Florida, her busy and demanding work schedule was coupled with an extreme dislike for turning into a lobster. She always burnt and never tanned due to her pale complexion, so she rarely made the pilgrimages east.

She smiled out at the sapphire blue waves and frothy white surf. It was the perfect day. The temperatures were in the high 70’s, there was almost no humidity, which was rare in Florida, and the sun was shining as billowing white clouds lazily chased each other across the sky. ‘Yeah, this had been a wonderful idea.’ She thought to herself.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” a deep voice said, breaking into her thoughts.

Maggie looked to her left and over the roof of the car where Craig was hunched over between the open passenger door and the body of the car checking the contents of his backpack.

“Oh nothing,” she replied. “Just thinking, it’s beautiful day, and I’m glad we’re having a chance to enjoy it.”

Craig smiled one of his dazzling white smiles back at her. His blonde hair, now hopelessly mussed from its stylish shaggy cut so popular with the young 20something crowd, was blowing in the breeze. While Maggie avoided the beach, Craig was an addict as evidenced by his ever-present golden hued skin tone. He was 6’3″, blonde, long and lanky. Craig was the epitome of the Florida surfer stereotype with one glaring exception; he wasn’t a stoned-out idiot. If he had been, Maggie wouldn’t be here. He was intelligent, energetic and witty as hell. All qualities Maggie prized highly in her men.

As Craig straightened to his full height and rapidly pulled his white T-shirt over his head bearing his wide, well defined chest and six pack abs, Maggie was reminded it wasn’t just Craig’s mind that she was interested in.

While Craig was the quintessential sun-bleached, blue eyed, bronzed god, Maggie was dark and pale. Her long chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes were the perfect dichotomy to her flawless alabaster skin. Maggie shed her white tank top and slowly bent over to slide her green cotton shorts down her long silky legs. The rough material felt almost abrasive as it moved over her sensitized flesh. She picked up the two discarded pieces of material and tossed them onto the driver’s seat before grabbing her tan wicker beach bag out of the backseat and closing the door.

Maggie grabbed the white can of SPF 30 spray-on sun block from the top of her bag and began coating herself with the thin, coconut-scented mist. The sudden sensation of the cool spray over her heated flesh caused a slight shiver to travel throughout her body, tightening her nipples into erect little nubs that were quickly straining against the confining material of her swim suit. Tossing the can back into her bag, she ran hands slowly over her face, neck and shoulders. The subtle rise of her chest, each arm and her flat stomach were all shimmering as she rubbed the oily liquid over every inch of her pale exposed skin. Maggie stood up from smoothing the sun block down her legs, her breasts swaying as she moved and pulled the small plastic clip that was restraining her long dark hair out. She shook her head so it fell down her back and around her shoulders in flowing escort bostancı waves before finally adjusting the ruby colored triangles of her bikini over the round, full globes of her size D breasts and the high firm cheeks of her ass.

Maggie looked up from adjusting herself to see Craig standing in front of her, wearing only his dark blue Hawaiian print board shorts watching her intensely. She quirked an eyebrow and smirked at him, “enjoying the show are we?”

Craig devoured her with eyes. He stood there for a moment just taking in all 5’11” of Maggie’s oil slicked statuesque form. Her long dark hair was now framing her face as the wind blew sections of it behind her, across her face and over her beautiful breasts. Her slick pale skin almost glowed in the sunlight. The slashes of blood red material over her breasts and pubic mound were the only interruptions to her pale perfection. Maggie was just a few inches shorter than he was, which was rare among most women, but she wasn’t by any means stretched out or thin looking as many her height were.

Maggie was lean and toned, but she still had the body of woman. Her wide shoulders, just a little narrower than his, supported a gorgeous set of ripe, full breasts. They rested now, straining against the thin material that held them confined, her large pink nipples were hard and clearly visible despite the dark hue of the bikini. Craig practicaly licked his lips as he watched Maggie bend and root through her beach bag making sure everything was there. With every shift of her body, a ripple of motion moved through them and drew his attention even more. He drank in the sight of their gentle teardrop shape and the curve of the underside of her breast. Although now firmly held in place by her top, his favorite place for them was cradled gently in his hands. He loved the sensation of the firm, yet soft skin, the feel of her body heat seeping from their undersides into his hand as he palmed their negligible weight and massaged the beautiful, lush globes.

He wasn’t a breast man normally, but oh how he loved to fondle and suckle them at every opportunity. Maggie’s nipples were super sensitive and every tweak of his fingers and rasp of his tongue always brought a satisfying response. As Maggie continued to bend, Craig’s eyes moved over her torso and flat stomach to the curve of her hips, almost as wide as her shoulders so she had that perfect hourglass shape. The firm, round, pale spheres of her sexy bottom were in perfect relief against the dark colored retaining wall behind the car. As Maggie finally straightened, his eyes came to rest on the dark triangle of material that was nestled at the juncture of her long legs. The material sat smoothly against Maggie’s pussy, outlining her labia perfectly. Craig knew there wasn’t a single a chestnut curl beneath the snug material to mar the view; Maggie had shaved her pussy bare for the first time when they started having sex a few weeks ago, and had been very diligent about keeping it that way. Craig continued to drink her in and wondered if he wasn’t the luckiest guy on Daytona Beach today.

“What’s not to enjoy?” He responded her question as he finished his intent perusal of her body. “The last time I saw a show this good, it was at Rachael’s Strip Club and there was a three drink minimum,” he said, giving her his most lecherous smile.

Craig moved from just behind the back of the car where he’d been standing and took the final two strides to Maggie before pulling her against him. The few coarse hairs that dusted his chest further stimulated her already erect nipples through the flimsy Lycra material as she pressed herself further into him and pulled his head down to take his lips.

Their mouths met in a tentative, light kiss, which quickly transformed into a passionate, urgent dueling of their tongues where they lost all sense of time and their surroundings, being completely absorbed in each other. Craig’s mouth was warm and wet, Maggie moaned at the delectable taste of the sweet French vanilla creamer and sugar he had put in his coffee at breakfast. Maggie hated coffee normally, but if it always tasted like this she’d gladly become an addict. She massaged her tongue along the length of Craig’s and applied a little more suction which resulted in Craig moaning in response. Maggie wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tighter to her, grinding her pelvis against his.

Craig knew this Maggie very well. Normally she was an energetic, bright, happy, level headed woman, but the second she got aroused she turned into a demanding, pleasure seeking beast. Craig had quickly discovered in the few weeks since their liaison at her house that Maggie was a nymphomaniac. She was insatiable. They’d had lengthy bouts of sex this morning both before and after breakfast. As it was they had ended up leaving for the beach almost three hours later then they’d initially planned and here she was again, rubbing her hard, ümraniye escort aroused nipples over his chest, her right hand had moved and was again buried in his hair, holding him to her while her left was trapped between their bodies pulling at the laces of his board shorts so she could gain access to his rapidly stiffening shaft.

Maggie managed to loosen the last of the white cotton laces that were woven diagonally through the metal grommets that held the top of Craig’s suit together. She slid her hand down into the mesh pouch that held his beautiful, already partially erect cock. Maggie reached the base and before grabbing it, she ran he nails up the patch of skin on his abdomen directly above it which caused a shutter to travel through Craig’s body before he pulled her more tightly against him and placed both of his hands over the globes of her bikini covered ass, kneading the flesh there.

Maggie quickly returned her hand to her prize and began slowly pumping her hand up and down his shaft as it strained against the material wanting release. The slick oil from the sun block she had just applied acting as the perfect lubricant as her hand rapidly traveled up and down his now engorged prick.

She hadn’t given him a blowjob this morning, which she was very much regretting right now as her hand continued in the limited jerking movements that she could manage within his shorts. Maggie loved giving head, there was nothing better then starting the day with a huge throbbing cock in her mouth–and Craig’s had become her favorite pre-breakfast meal of late.

Maggie continued to kiss Craig deeply as she jerked him off. She couldn’t tell you where she was or even what day it was right now. All she knew was that Craig was rubbing her ass with one hand as the other hand snaked down between the separation of her thighs and was moving the minute strip of material that was covering her moist opening aside.

Maggie pushed into Craig’s chest, wrapped one of her legs around his hip giving him better access to her and shoved her tongue into his mouth as she felt one of his long fingers slide into her rapidly lubricating cunt. Craig lazily pumped his finger in and out of Maggie’s body in time to her now incessant moans as she pulled harder, moving her hand more forcefully up and down his shaft. As her hand neared the head of his cock, she snaked her thumb over it to rub in the large drop of precum she knew she would find there. As Maggie did so there was a sense of movement, which registered only belatedly to her pleasure fogged mind.

Suddenly a sharp searing pain in the middle of her back knifed through the fog. Maggie pulled her mouth away from Craig with a shout of pain, threw her hands up in the air and attempted to jump away from the horrible pain only to find she was no longer standing. At some point during their little interlude Craig must have picked her up because he was holding her behind her thighs as her long legs were wrapped around him and she was pinned between his body and her car. It was the hot, sun heated metal of the car’s doorframe that was burning her back. Craig quickly assessed the situation and took a step back from the car before placing Maggie back on her feet, breaking apart, and panting.

Maggie glanced to her left and was both shocked and embarrassed that several people had stopped their beaching to catch the live show. A group of teenage girls wearing little more then dental floss were giggling and whispering to one another. Three well built college guys, right about Craig’s age stood off to the right, and as they turned to stride down the beach an “ah man, it was just getting good too,” could be heard. It seemed apparent that they were disappointed that the lovers had stopped before they saw more while one embittered 50 something woman hissed “get a room,” at them as she sauntered by. Maggie’s pale skin had been getting redder and redder, the dark flush spreading up her neck and face as the seconds passed and she watched their small audience disperse.

“Shit. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” she said before she continued to silently berate herself for her lack of awareness. If Craig hadn’t slammed her against the hot metal of the car, she probably would’ve sucked him off and fucked him right there on the beach for all the world to see.

This wasn’t the first time Maggie had completely ignored their surroundings and initiated things better left behind closed doors, but God, Craig did things to her sanity sometimes. She shook herself trying to clear out the last of the mental cobwebs and silently promised that there would be no more slips today. They’d come to the beach for sun, sand and fun. The sex needed to stay at home.

“You okay?” Craig asked as they made their way down the beach a few minutes later and spread their blanket over the dry, loose sand.

“Yeah,” she angrily replied. “It’s just that I’ve never lost control like that before. I mean I’ve always kartal escort bayan had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but I was ready to throw you down and do you right there in front of God and everyone. That CANNOT be normal. This is bad.”

Craig moved to her side and placing his arm around her gave a light squeeze. “Ah come on baby,” he chided, trying to lighten her mood. “The Craig Man always says anything that feels so good can’t bad. But if it is, then who better to be bad with then the badest man on the beach?”

Maggie gave him one of her patented you’re-fucking-delusional looks and said, “You’re such an ego-maniacal asshole, Craig. The badest guy on the beach? I could kick your skinny ass myself.”

Craig took on a martyred look, “Hey, you always say my ass is sexy, not skinny. And for you to kick it, you’d have to catch me first.” The challenge was issued as he spun and ran into the breaking surf 40 feet in front of where they left their belongings. Maggie ran laughing down the beach after him, flinging herself into the cool, salt laden waters of the Atlantic and spent much of the afternoon trying to do just that.

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Maggie watched the car in front of her break for the third time in the last ten seconds. “I love coming up to Daytona, but the traffic is insane,” she remarked looking beside her to Craig who was sitting in the passenger seat wearing only his blue Hawaiian print board shorts. The bright sunshine was pouring in through the car’s windshield, bathing his wide tanned chest with warm, golden light, the few drops of ocean water he missed while toweling off were glistening in the sun’s rays.

“That’s exactly why I always go to Cocoa,” he said smiling over at her.

“Well too bad there, Bucko, this is my car, I’m driving. Therefore we go where I want.” And right now Maggie was wishing there was somewhere quiet and private they could go. After the incident at the beach earlier, she had made sure to keep her raging hormones in check, but the millions of gallons of cold water in the Atlantic Ocean had done little to extinguish her burning desire.

Craig had been absolutely breathtaking as he bodysurfed today. They’d played in the breaking surf, kissing and caressing, but every time he saw a great set of waves coming in, he’d say, “Sorry babe, gotta go,” and swam into the oncoming waves. Right now she was so hot and horny, her distended nipples were straining against the damp confines of her bikini top and her damp, hairless pussy was aching to be split once again by Craig’s large invading member.

Maggie pulled Craig over to her as the car pulled to a stop at yet another red light. Maggie greedily kissed Craig, their tongues mating, dueling, massaging within their mouths. He tasted of salt water, as well as the sharp sweet/sour lemonade he had with lunch. It was the shrill car horn from behind them that finally separated the two. They pulled apart, panting.

“How long until we’re back to your place?” Craig asked wearing his “I’m gonna make you scream” face.

“About 45 minutes,” Maggie sighed, “Sometimes it’s really annoying to be living in Orlando.” Or maybe not, she thought, as she looked over at Craig, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She had tried really hard to be good all day. What harm would be in having a little fun now? It was a REALLY long drive home after all.

Maggie took her hand off the gear shift and placed it on Craig’s thigh. She began rubbing his left thigh, moving her hand rhythmically, massaging and working the thigh muscles. As she did, her hand slowly moved up to the white lace ties of his board shorts and once again worked them loose.

“What are you doing?” Craig asked, trying to squirm further onto the far edge of his seat, out of her reach.

“What do you think I’m doing?” She smiled.

“We’re in the middle of five o’clock on International Speedway Blvd, someone will see.” Craig protested.

“Well… Maybe not” Maggie replied, quickly reaching onto the backseat and grabbing one of the large green beach towels they had brought and tossed it over Craig’s lap.

“What the hell?” He shrieked as the cold, damp terrycloth material made contact with his bare thighs and knees.

As soon as the towel was across Craig’s lap, Maggie snaked her hand beneath it, through the gap of the loosened laces on his board shorts and down over his abdomen to grasp his cock as it lay nestled in the soft bed of blonde pubic hair. Maggie’s hand clasped around the base of Craig’s cock and he moaned, “AAhhh, Maggie, what are you doing? We can’t do this.”

“Says who?” she replied, daring him to further protest as she pulled his rapidly hardening penis from its cloth confines until the only thing separating his stiff member from the prying eyes of the college coeds, surf bums and families on beach vacations in the passing cars was the coarse material of the beach towel. Maggie massaged and pumped Craig’s cock as they crawled their way forward in the stop, start traffic past the imposing beige building of Halifax hospital, the hokey concrete sign with bright pink flamingos and green palm trees that marked the Daytona Airport and the hulking gray structure of Daytona International Speedway.

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This is my second edition of a story I wrote and published a few years ago.

*****

CHAPTER ONE

Day One

Jasmine opened her carry-on luggage as the customs agent checked its content.

“Nothing to declare,” she said.

Her face warmed as he verified the name on her birth control pills against the passport. “Any other drugs?”

“No, just this one prescription,” she said.

“Have a wonderful stay.” He closed her carry-on and handed it back.

Her face warmed again, but she smiled. “Thanks, I do plan an exciting time.”

Her first actual vacation in her more than twenty years of life, she planned to indulge in her love of museums and the elimination of her problem.

Jasmine grabbed the rest of her bags, rested them on the cart, and pushed them out of Heathrow to the curb. She stood in line and waited her turn at the Long Distance check-in. The taxi captain signaled and a cab pulled up to the stand. He signed the LD car out. The black boxy carriage, with their old-world charm, made her feel grown-up and sophisticated. She appreciated the alternative taxi design of the Beardmore, with its distinctive red body and black top, but considered the all black version as traditional and therefore more elegant.

The driver slipped out of the hackney and moved around to the sidewalk. She stared at him. A vague sense of recognition intruded on her. The scent of his cologne drifted forward. Maybe he’s wearing the same cologne as someone I know.

The cabbie moved to help load her luggage in the boot. His muscles bulged and rippled with each movement of his arms. Jasmine focused on him as he walked toward her and then opened the door. She estimated his height at about five-feet, eight inches, maybe two inches above her. I like the sight of this man.

She flexed her long slender legs as she lowered herself into the back. She inched the hem of her azure, tight-fitted skirt, up just a fraction as she swung her legs into the well of the cab.

The name on the license listed him as Alfredo, and his chestnut curly hair and hazel eyes with delightful moustache suggested he was something other than English.

“Your destination, Miss?” His accent, more Spanish than Portuguese, told the tale. “The Knight’s Hotel, Manchester,” she said. “Por favor.”

He laughed a hearty laugh and Jasmine smiled at him.

“American?” he asked. “Business?”

“American, yes…but pleasure.” She took off her suit jacket and adjusted her position to get comfortable for the four hour ride.

“My itinerary includes England, France, Spain, with stops in Amsterdam and the Italian Riviera.”

“That’s a wonderful holiday. Graduation present?”

“Yes.” Jasmine smiled. “I just graduated from college, Class of ’79. I am scheduled to enter medical school in the fall. This is a present to myself. I worked two jobs for the last six years so I could make this trip. I have been saving for this holiday since high school.”

“I love the money,” Alfredo said. “But, why didn’t you take the train from Trafalgar Square? It would save you two hours.”

“I want to be able to stop whenever I want,” said Jasmine. “I just need to reach the hotel by four o’clock.”

Jasmine smiled. A revelation jumped to the front of her mind. This man personified her vision of a fantasy lover. The man she visualized when she masturbated. A blend of her favorite leading men from late night movies. Her perfect fantasy of a more mature man who taught her all the delights of adult sex, not just some boring humping. How funny. I imagined I might meet him in Spain or Italy.

Her mother tried to convince her that she would have more fun with her friends, but Jasmine had a special plan for this vacation. On this trip, she planned to search until she found the right man to lay. She would scour every country…every city on her schedule, if need be. She’d managed to repress her sexual appetite until now, but she determined to release it from its confinement.

Before she left the States, she arranged more than the usual booster shots. She covered herself for every conceivable, known disease, transmitted through sexual contact. She refused to leave Europe before she found her first lover and learned about good sex…whatever that was. She had always been ahead of her peers in every way, except this virginity thing.

Jasmine studied Alfredo’s face reflected in his rear-view mirror. In the mirror, Alfredo eyed her back…maybe. Her stomach and chest warmed to the memory of last night’s fantasy…a strange man on the plane sitting next to her, putting his hand under the blanket that covered her, stroking her leg and touching her through her underpants. Alfredo, my fantasy lover?

She placed her back against the left corner of the back-rest, pulled up her skirt and put both legs on the seat. Her C-cup bra peeked through her short-sleeve blue silk blouse. Maybe that will pique his interest. She re-crossed her legs. Okay, what’s next?

She spied him again as she ran her fingers through her long black hair. She shook her escort bostancı head. Ebony tresses framed her delicate face and trailed down her back. She grabbed her hair at the ends and made a twist and set it high on the top of her head. Jasmine reached in her purse and found a clamp for her hair, and secured it.

***

Chapter Two

They inched through the London traffic. The cab crept across the Tower Bridge and up Oxford Street. They passed Great George Street. To her left, the sun perched on the horizon like a sparkling polished shilling. It reflected off the cement sidewalks and intensified the heat inside the car.

“How long have you been in England?” His voice sent shivers through her body. I love his accent.

“Fourteen years,” he said.

The sound of his voice meshed with her fantasy of a mystery lover. The man in her dreams that put his mouth on her clitoris. The one who stroked her breast and licked her nipples. That is as far as her fantasy proceeded…as far as her imagination took her. The more she visualized him, the more it convinced her that Alfredo came to her in her dreams. He came to her in her dreams? Ridiculous.

Here in Europe she did not need to concern herself with some boy who might talk about her and ruin her reputation, thus invoking the moral turpitude clause. I refused to be a sperm vessel for some post-adolescent male.

America pretended it was growing out of its provincial attitudes, but it still harbored puritan values and Victorian mores about the place of women, and stereotypical nonsense and downright bigotry about any minority. The hypocrites and their attitudes annoyed her. Another eight years-plus of hard work before she finished all her medical studies. No, I’m not going to be a thirty year-old virgin.

They continued northwest out of London, followed the M54 motorway, and veered off east to Leicester.

“I know it is a little out of the way,” said Jasmine. “But, I want to see the castle and the home of Lady Jane Grey.”

“Why?” asked Alfredo.

“I’m very much into history and museums. I want to visit Rockingham Castle.” said Jasmine. They lunched at a restaurant that overlooked the river.

“I want to see all the things I’ve read about. I have a curious nature.” Jasmine smiled at Alfredo. “Next I want to go to Nottingham. I love Robin Hood, even if most people say he is just a legend. Some say he was actually born here in Leicester or in Leicestershire.”

“So you spend your energy in books and museums instead of experiencing life.

“No, I do volunteer. I took a Humanities class as one of my electives and learned of opportunities to help six weeks each summer as a volunteer teaching English in different countries.”

Alfredo led Jasmine back to the car. “I fancy Robin Hood, too.” He smiled. “Thank you for lunch,” he said.

“De nada.” Jasmine smiled back.

Their journey to Nottingham and through the Sherwood Forest National Reserve excited Jasmine. She imagined the giant pines may have sheltered so many of the merry men. The forest leaves gave forth the sweet smell of pine and whispered a melody to the noon day sky. Jasmine listened to the birds that hid in the arboreal splendor. A common lizard slithered into a hollow log. A Fallow Deer crept from his hidden spot and blended with the tree trunks. Jasmine threw her head back and twirled around like a five year old as she focused on the top of the trees.

They visited a twelfth-century Cistercian abbey. “I think this is where Friar Tuck came from,” said Jasmine. Alfredo held Jasmine’s elbow and guided her through the exhibit. The cool damp air of the forest belied the heat of the day.

They started back to the hack and settled in for the ride. Their next stop, Liverpool. She could not wait to visit the home of the Beatles. Alfredo helped her to follow the steps of the Beatles. He led her to Albert Dock and then to Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields. Once back in the car, Alfredo turned northeast and back toward Manchester. They sang Beatles’ tunes and laugh at their harmony or lack thereof… .

“I’m hot,” Jasmine said. “Can you turn on the air?”

“Sorry, Miss, it is not working.” He continued their exodus but drove the taxi off the main highway and down a side lane. A slight tension enveloped her stomach.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“To get you a cool drink.” He pulled up to a roadside restaurant. He exited the car and swaggered to the counter. His tight butt rippled when he walked. Mmm…He moves like a fighter or a hunter…on his toes.

He returned with two Lemon Seltzers.

“Oh, thank you,” she said. “Are you this kind to all your passengers?”

“Only to beautiful young women.” He winked at her.

***

Chapter Three

Alfredo opened all four doors of the car. He sat on the passenger side of the front seat, His back to the interior and his feet on the ground.

She took the frosty concoction and ran the cold bottle across her neck and the exposed skin above her chest.

“I don’t want to ümraniye escort make you too late,” he said. “But if you want to cool off, we can take a walk down to the lake.”

“Well, for a little while, I guess. But we need to call the hotel. “

Alfredo grabbed his car phone and dialed the number. He handed her the phone. Jasmine gave the hotel her name…and the number of her taxi, plus Alfredo’s name…just in case. They promised to hold her reservation, and she authorized an additional charge, equal to another night, on the credit card she used for the reservation.

She handed Alfredo back his phone. He took her hand, helped her up from the cab seat, and led her down the path to the lake. He could be leading me down the proverbial garden path. Quit it, Jaz. Take a chance. He has been a perfect gentleman all day.

Out of sight of the road-stand restaurant, she turned toward Alfredo and kissed him on the cheek, soft and light, like a feather that floated on a cool breeze.

“Thank you for everything.”

“De nada,” he said.

Alfredo stared at her. He leaned in and kissed her. A soft brush of the lips. She sighed.

He hesitated, then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him. Her mouth opened, he slid his tongue inside…a quick gentle thrush, as if a test of her acceptance. His kiss so sweet, she wanted more.

Swans floated on the lake and fluttered their wings. A log separated the area from the path of grey pavers that led to the lake and the meadow swathe in rolling green grass. The sun in full array shined a brilliant delight in concert with the fresh zephyr. He guided her to a log near the bank. They sat and gazed at the water. The cool air from the lake did not dissipate the warmth that grew in her stomach.

“That was very…nice.” She lowered her eyes and studied the bottle in her hand.

Alfredo shrugged. “I thought you could use a kiss.”

She scooted a bit closer. “What makes you say that?”

“I can feel your energy.”

“I am not sure what you mean by energy. It was just that we had such a great afternoon sightseeing. I wanted to thank you, and I do find you attractive.” Jasmine’s face warmed, again.

She rested her head on his chest, and turned her face up to his. He cupped her chin and she closed her eyes. Once more his tongue parted her lips. Jasmine caught her breath as he sucked her tongue and explored.

His left hand settled on her caramel-colored face and traced down past her collarbone. My brain is on fire… his fingertips are flame. He outlined her chest just inside her blouse with his fingers, and drew tiny circles on her exposed skin.

The nipples of her breasts strained against her blouse. He touched the nipple of her left breast through the material, using his fingernail. The scraping sensation sent an electric current down her body and through her clitoris. She took a slow deep breath and sighed a bit.

Alfredo stopped for a minute. His focus on her eyes.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Twenty,” she said. “Why? I’ll be twenty-one, in less than a month.”

“I wanted to make sure you are legal. I am thirty-four.”

She smiled and took out her passport from her handbag. He read it and handed it back.

“There is something I need to tell you,” she said. “I’m a virgin.”

“Why? -a beautiful young woman like you has no man?”

“High school and college offered plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity, but I’m a goal-oriented high achiever. The concept of sex with fumbling boys, with little understand of the female anatomy, and even less for female sensibilities disgusts me.”

Alfredo threw back his head and roared…his laughter deep, and yet kind. “You sound like you rehearsed your speech.”

Jasmine smiled. “I have. It’s my standard answer.”

Alfredo cocked his head. He stroke her arm. “I am married. Do you understand?”

“I expected as much. But, please don’t tell me your wife doesn’t understand you.”

“Oh, she understands me very well. I am a vampire. I am just respectful, and she comes first. She really doesn’t like sex, so as long as I am discrete, everything is okay.

“So, you have an open marriage…?

“Yes, more or less,” he said. “I have an appetite for beautiful women.”

“There is no such thing as a vampire. What makes you think you’re one?”

“Not undead like in the movies. I need the energy from regular humans. I unleash their sexuality. It feeds me. Do you understand? “

“I’m not sure you’re serious.” Jasmine smiled. “But, I need to ask you something.”

What do you need?” he asked.

Jasmine gathered her courage. She reached her right hand toward him and in slow-motion swirled her fingers through his hair. She put her hands on his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. “I want you to teach me…to make love to me.”

“Why me? I really am a vampire,” he said. “If I do this, I will take your energy and there could be consequences. What if you get pregnant?”

“You remind me of the man I always dreamed would be my lover. I won’t get kartal escort bayan pregnant. I have taken care of that. And, I’m not going to allow anything to interfere with school.”

She licked his chest and put her mouth on his nipple and sucked. His tiny nubs puckered and grew hard. She massaged them and turned her face up and parted her lips for another kiss.

Alfredo put his hand on her blouse and unbuttoned it. He hooked his fingers inside her bra and touched his nail to her nipple again. The electric current started once more and she sighed. He removed her blouse, eased the bra straps from her shoulders, and the bra down and under her breast.

“Little One,” he said. “Has a man made any kind of love to you?”

She shook her head. “Only in my fantasies. Only when I…you know.”

“Masturbate?” He smiled. “I will teach you.” Her heart started a staccato in her chest. She wanted this, but fear and excitement both rose. Maybe we should go to a hotel? Maybe I should wait?

“At any time we can stop,” said Alfredo. “Just tell me.”

Jasmine nodded her head. Alfredo reached under her breasts and unfasten her front-closure bra and removed it. Part of his sexiness came from his confidence, his ability to take charge.

“One moment,” said Alfredo. He stood up and walked away. For a fleeting second she feared he may leave her there…strand her… but just for a moment. She sat transfixed and held her blouse before her breasts.

***

Chapter Four

Alfredo returned. He carried a blanket, two more of the lemon seltzers, and moist towelettes.

“What if someone comes while we are … you know… doing it?” asked Jasmine.

“I rented this area for as long as we need it. I put out the privacy sign. This area is owned by the guy at the stand.

Jasmine blushed, and then smiled at him. I want him more… for his kindness, his gentleness, and for the way he makes me feel protected. I don’t know this man, but I know he needs to be the first one, if I don’t want to keep my virginity.

She stood up and unzipped her skirt. He laid the blanket on the ground. Jasmine eliminated her panty hose and stood before him in her underpants. Alfredo, with his arms crossed, studied her. He reached out a hand in a gesture for her to turn around. She did a slow pirouette.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

She hated that she blushed so often. “Thank you.” And, now she trembled, too.

He came to her and put his hands on both her breast. He trailed his fingers over the curves, around the underside, and to the nipples. He pinched her nipples with light pressure and increased the tension until she whimpered. Each nipple stood erect and firm.

Alfredo extricated his hands, moved closer, bent forward and sucked…first the left nipple and then the right. His tongue circled the nipple several times before he sucked a second time. The sensation changed from gentle sucks to increased compression until she groaned. He returned to pinching and once more he increased the force until a slight moan escaped her lips. He alternated sucking and pinching until she began to wobble. Alfredo caught her just as her legs gave way and he eased her down on the blanket.

“Lay back,” he said. “And, do not move.” Alfredo removed his pants.

She did as he told her. He lay beside her. I’ve never lain with a man before.

He disengaged the clip and ran his fingers through her hair. He massaged her scalp with a slow caress. He put a handful of her locks to his noise. “Your hair smells so sweet, like coconuts.” Alfredo brushed the hair from her face.

Jasmine smiled. She reached her hand up to his face, placed her hand on his cheek, and lowered his face to her for a kiss. Alfredo stroked her eyebrows. He broke off the kiss and licked the outer rim of her ears. He whispered, just a breath of words. “I will make you come. I bet you do not know what it feels like to have a real climax. The pain will be worth it, I promise.”

He leaned forward and kissed her eyes. Her breathing fell into a rhythm, deep and slow. He turned his attention again to her breasts. He changed from sucking just the nipple of her right breast and included the areola in the intense assault.

She moaned, again. Alfredo stopped and turned her over on her stomach. His hand caressed her back, where the spine met her buttock. Feathery touches across the spine and down her butt made her arch and try to move away from him. He pulled her underpants down below her butt-cheeks.

The exquisite sensitivity, so new and exciting made it difficult to remain still. Her clit throbbed and yet he had not touched her…down there.

“This will make you feel good,” he said. “Your whole being is a sexual organ. I will make love to every inch of your skin. In my family, a man is taught how to take a woman the first time. It not our pleasure, but hers that is important.”

She moaned and he changed his touch to other places on her back and butt. He placed his mouth between her shoulders and kissed her, moved down to the small of her back and licked. He fondled and licked until she pushed toward him. He placed both his hand on her bottom and stroked each cheek again. He pushed her cheeks apart and tickled the underside and down the center. The sensation conjured images of a tiny dance on her butt.

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We are camping in the mountains. It’s been a beautiful day of hiking, swimming and a quiet picnic. We returned to camp and decided to take a nap before dinner. I don’t know how long we’ve been asleep… hours? I am awakened by a not-to-distant roll of thunder.

I love storms. They pull at something primal in me. I am excited, but I know that being in a tent on top of a mountain in a storm could be a frightening experience.

I nudge you, “Babe…Babe, wake up… there’s a storm coming.”

“What?” you whisper, still half asleep. Another clap of of thunder, closer this time, and you are fully awake.

“Wow, sounds like we may be in for it.” you say as you pull me closer to your side.

I snuggle in, my head on your shoulder, my arm across your chest. Your hand lightly drawing lazy circles on my upper arm.

“It will be fine, these storms never last very long.” you reassure me.

“You know what storms do to me, but it’s still scary being up here in a tent.” I reply.

“Oh yes, I am well aware of what storms do to you.” you say softly as you turn on your side and cup my face in your hands. You kiss me deeply, sliding your tongue into my mouth to seek out my own.

Flashes escort bostancı of lightening followed closely by loud bursts of thunder have me shaking, but not just with fear… Oh God… storms make me so aroused. You feel me trembling and kiss me more passionately. Deeper, urgent, ravenous. My hands find your hair and I pull it, raking my fingers across your scalp as I do.

You moan into my mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. I grab the hem of yours and begin pulling, you help me and we are soon skin on skin from the waist up. You pull me tight against your chest, and feel my erect nipples as my soft breasts are crushed against you.

You release your hold slightly so you can get a hand around one of them and knead it, rolling my nipple between your fingers… first one and then the other.

Sliding your hand lower you dip a finger into my waiting pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” you growl. Your thumb finds my clit and rubs circles around it… I arch into your hand, “Yes, more, I need more…” I plead.

The thunder and lightening rage directly overhead, and I jump, tensing with each flash and boom. The rain has started ümraniye escort coming down in sheets.

Our hands are everywhere now, grasping, clutching at each others flesh. “Pants off, NOW!” you order with a growl. I comply quickly, but you are naked before I get mine all the way off. You grab the ends and rip them the rest of the way off my legs. I raise up and push you onto your back, quickly kneeling between your strong thighs.

You wrap both fists in my hair and pull my face to your crotch. I have a hand on your hard cock and one on your balls. I take you in my mouth and suck you to the back of my throat, swallowing around the head.

I hear your loud groan even over the thunder. I pump your cock hard in sync with my mouth while pulling on your balls and rolling them and squeezing almost to the point of pain. I feel them draw up tightly, and I know you are close to coming.

You pull me off your cock and I whimper… I love sucking you off. You pull me up and I barely have time to take you in hand and line you up with my wet opening before you slam me down hard onto your waiting, jerking shaft. I cry out, it’s heaven, I am filled completely, stretched tightly, kartal escort bayan my pulsing pussy so hot and wet for you.

I arch by back, tilting my hips to get the right angle, oh yes, right there! I start rocking forward and back, making your cock rub the walls of my pussy so good.Your fingers find my hard, swollen clit, and you rub it almost viciously, hard, unrelenting.

“Oh God, YES!”I scream,”So good… FUCK!”

The storm is at it’s peak, lightening non stop, the deafening thunder booming… the wind and rain lashing at the tent. My pussy is clenched around your cock so tight, aching with need. Our moans, growls and shouts intensifying, our bodies glistening with sweat, muscles taught, flesh flushed hot and red.

“Can’t hold back… babe, I’m going to… FUCK YES!” you shout, hands gripping my hips and yanking me hard onto your turgid cock.

“I’m there! Cumming too!” I scream, my body jerking with the force of the spasms rocketing through my core.

We lay there, spent, gasping for breath… listening to the storm as it moves on. The temperature has dropped, our sweat drenched bodies chill. You pull an open sleeping bag over us and we drift off to sleep, completely sated, boneless.

The next morning we wake up to the sunrise and a cloudless, clear blue sky. “Where do you think the storm went?” I ask with a grin. You give me that smile that is all mine and reply with a wink, “Maybe we can get ahead of it if we hurry.”

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When Danny had taken the lifeguard test he had underestimated the benefits of the job. He soon began to realize that his days consisted of sitting on his ass by the pool and getting a tan. He teased his friends who worked the register at McDonalds or folded khakis at the Gap when they complained about long hours on their feet where they could barely catch a glimpse of the sun. Danny had gotten a job lifeguarding at Seaview Beach Club where the well-off in Millington spent their summer days when they weren’t at their beach houses in the Hamptons. He worked mostly weekdays which meant the clientele was predominantly teenagers like himself, except that they drove their daddys’ BMWs and didn’t need a summer job, and housewives whose idea of housework meant trying to give their non-English speaking housekeeper instructions on what errands needed to be done.

Danny didn’t mind the housewives. Some of them were hot. A few of them had flirted with him, peeking over their sunglasses up at him from the opposite side of the pool or chatting him up while he was up on his perch. It disturbed him a little considering some of them were pretty close to his mom’s age, but at the same time, the whole Mrs. Robinson thing kind of turned him on a little. He of course had no complaints regarding the teenage girls who paraded around the pool in bathing suits that covered the bare minimum. Even the teenage boys weren’t that bad – at least there was little chance of them drowning. And they didn’t give him a hard time the way they would have if they had when they were in school. Here, he was invisible to them.

Thursdays were nice because Danny worked the afternoon shift which meant he could sleep late. He got to work at 1, peeled off his t-shirt, threw it in his locker and climbed up to his throne above the pool. Through his sunglasses he had free reign to stare at the plentiful mounds of flesh bouncing and bobbing below him. He was basically being paid to ogle women and he made sure to earn every penny he was being paid. Every once in a while he thought about Sara and felt a little guilty, but he was just looking he assured himself. There’s no harm in looking. Not that he and Sara were that serious. They were only 18 – it wasn’t like they were on their way down the aisle or anything. She would be going off to college in a month and a half and he would be staying here, going to Everton. Danny got the sense that there would be no effort made by either party to attempt a long distance relationship. Theirs was a high school thing and it would serve its purpose until it reached its expiration date at the end of the summer.

Danny’s eyes kept falling on Veronica Delacourt lying on a lounge chair directly across the pool from him. She seemed to be staring directly at him, but with her sunglasses on, he couldn’t tell. It wasn’t likely though. Veronica was Danny’s age and they’d been in one or two classes together in high school, but he was sure she had no clue who he was. He couldn’t even remember ever speaking to her in the past four years. But now, they were out of high school, away from the strict social hierarchy, and Danny thought maybe there might be some small possibility that here he had a chance.

Veronica was the girl who all the guys either wanted to sleep with or had slept with or at least claimed they had slept bostancı escort bayan with. Girls hated her because she didn’t play by their rules. They called her a bitch and a slut behind her back, but to her face, she was their best friend. Guys hated her because she refused them. They made lewd jokes about her with their buddies and then went home to jerk off to her picture in the yearbook.

It was hard to blame them – she was the utter embodiment of sex – and Danny was appreciating every inch of her. Her dark brown, almost black, wavy hair fell just below her shoulders. Her skin was on the verge of mocha and her body glistened with perspiration. Her breasts overflowed from the white bikini top with straps that seemed to be working their hardest to hold everything in. Her stomach was taut and Danny’s eyes trailed down to the tiny triangle that was held together with two little bows on each side just below her hipbones. The thought of what that small piece of fabric was concealing began to get his dick excited and he could feel it growing beneath his trunks. Danny tried to subtly move his arm to cover it as he scanned the pool to make it look like he was not neglecting his job.

When he looked back at Veronica, her chair was empty. His eyes frantically searched for her. He quickly found her at the end of the pool standing at the edge. She looked up at him purposefully. There was no mistake about it – she was no longer wearing her sunglasses and he could feel her eyes peering into his. She looked back at the turquoise water at her feet and dove in, barely making a ripple. He watched her tan body move underwater like a torpedo. He imagined the water moving over every curve of her body, seeping through her bikini to all those places the sunlight couldn’t reach.

“Hey man, you’re done. Go take your break,” his replacement called up to him.

Danny had completely lost track of the time. His shift was over and he climbed down from his chair, his eyes never looking away from Veronica gliding through the water. He began to walk along the edge of the pool towards the main building to take his break. Suddenly, she climbed up the ladder out of the pool. Her suit, which had done a wonderful job clinging to her when it was dry, was now stuck to her like shrink-wrap and the white fabric had become so translucent that he could clearly see her pert nipples that were the size of half dollars. At that moment Danny envied the beads of water that were trickling down her chest between her breasts. She slicked back her hair and then adjusted her bikini bottom to make sure it wasn’t revealing any more than it should.

Danny had been so overwhelmed by Veronica getting out of the pool that she literally stopped him in his tracks. He just stood there watching her.

“I saw you staring at me,” she said and looked over at him. She wasn’t smiling and he began to worry that she might not have appreciated his ogling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Danny was flustered. He didn’t want to lose his job. He’d been so sure that the “checking out” had been mutual.

“You don’t need to apologize. I wanted you to look at me.” She walked over to her lounge chair and grabbed her towel to pat herself dry. She stepped close to him, her still-damp breasts just grazing his bare chest, and leaned ümraniye escort to whisper in his ear. With the palm of her hand pressed firmly against his semi-hard cock, she said, “You want to fuck me don’t you?” She leaned back to look him in the eye. The only thing stopping from coming right there in his trunks was the fear that other people might have witnessed this exchange. Luckily, it was pretty empty today and the only member close enough to see anything clearly was lying face down on her chair with her bikini top undone to prevent tan lines.

She turned away and began walking towards the beach where the members’ cabanas were. Danny just stood there for a moment watching her perfectly smooth, round ass move away from him. Suddenly it occurred to him that she wanted him to follow her. He glanced around to make sure his boss wasn’t lurking nearby to remind him that employees were not allowed to just wander around the club during their break. The help was supposed to remain hidden when they weren’t working.

While the thought of Sara may have been somewhere in the back of his mind, his dick certainly was not thinking about her whatsoever. All his cock was interested in was what was under that sheer white bikini. He started to walk quickly to catch up with her, but then realized it would probably be better if no one saw them walking together. He stayed several steps behind her, his eyes tracing every curve of her body. Sara was cute, but this girl was different. Every movement she made and every word she said screamed “Fuck me.”

Veronica disappeared into the last cabana in the row. By the time Danny got there, she had already stripped out of her bathing suit. She stood there in the doorway naked, waiting for him. She was not the slightest bit concerned that anyone else might see her. Her large, round breasts that were just as tan as the rest of her body, her perfectly pink nipples, her Brazilian-waxed pussy. He could hardly believe he was standing there with this amazingly hot girl ready to fuck his brains out. He wondered if maybe he’d passed out from the heat while he was working and this was all just a dehydration-induced hallucination.

She reached out and grabbed the waistband of his bathing suit. Her fingertips tickled his pubic hair, making his cock jump. She pulled him into the cabana and slammed the door shut behind him with her other hand. She plunged her hand deeper into his shorts and wrapped her fingers around Danny’s throbbing cock. She started stroking it slowly. His hands jumped up to her breasts. He’d been dying to squeeze them between his fingers from the moment he saw her lying on the chair by the pool. Hers were only the third pair he’d felt against his skin (there had been a couple that he’d fondled “over the shirt,” but he didn’t think those really counted) and these were, by far, the best. He rubbed his thumbs over her hardening nipples, tweaking them with his thumbs and forefingers and then leaning down to devour one and then the other.

While his tongue flitted across her erect buds, she stopped stroking his cock to help him out of his bathing suit. She slid the elastic over his nicely-muscled ass and placed her hands on each cheek, pulling him closer so that she could grind her smooth pussy against his rigid cock.

Suddenly, she stopped escort kartal and looked him in the eye. Danny was confused. “Why is she stopping?” he thought. And then, slowly, she kneeled down on the ground and wrapped her hand around his dick. She looked up at him, stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his cock. Danny could swear his heart stopped for a minute. This could not be happening. Sara had always been reluctant when it came to blowjobs. He tried going down on her as much as possible in the hopes that she would reciprocate, but she was never really enthusiastic. She was the only girl though whose mouth had ever gotten that close to his dick. Until now.

Veronica traced her tongue around the circumference of the head, teasing it, and then began to lap at it like it was a popsicle. Slowly, she slid her mouth around the shaft. She swallowed his cock so far that he could feel the back of her throat.

“Do NOT come Danny, do NOT come yet,” he kept repeating to himself.

Danny combed his fingers through her hair as her lips slipped up and down his cock. Back and forth and back and forth while her tongue swirled around and around. He could feel his balls begin to tighten. Afraid he’d blow his load right then and reveal how much of an amateur he obviously was compared to her, he pushed her back off of him. She looked up and smiled, giving a little laugh when she realized why she’d been interrupted.

His ego feeling a bit bruised, Danny was determined to fuck her until she begged for mercy. He jerked her up to standing position and slammed her up against the wall. She smiled again, pleased to see how ravenous he was for her. It was as if she was daring him and he was not going to disappoint her. He grabbed her right thigh and lifted it with one hand while his other grabbed his thick cock and rammed it into her dripping wet pussy. She let out a small gasp and he lifted up her other thigh so that now she had both feet off the floor. He slid his hands to her ass to support her weight against the wall and began thrusting into her with all his strength. The inside of her pussy felt amazing. So hot and wet. And her moans were driving him crazy.

“Bring me over to the chair,” she demanded. He gave a quick look around to find the chair she was referring to on the opposite side of the room. He slowly backed up, her legs firmly wrapped around his waist and his cock planted deeply into her. He carefully lowered himself down onto the chair and, after a bit of adjusting, she began riding him furiously. Her pelvis was thrusting back and forth and she began gyrating on his throbbing cock. She managed to rub her clit against his groin while she slid up and down, her pussy swallowing him whole. She started to bounce up and down, faster and faster, and her beautiful tits jumped with each thrust. Her long moans became quick, fast and loud yelps and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer. He felt her entire body quiver and he was sure now was the time. He exploded, shooting his come deep inside her.

They were both breathing heavily and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t noticed that she’d had her eyes shut until he saw her open them. “Thanks,” she said and gave him a small smile. She carefully slipped off of him, leaving his still erect cock standing straight up as if it were a flag planted in a newly conquered territory. She started walking towards the shower and looked back to see Danny bending over to collect his trunks.

“What are you doing?” Veronica said as she disappeared into the shower. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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It was a Wednesday morning. I was in my kitchen, hoping that Kim would come over for our regular weekly fuck. Sometimes she couldn’t make it, and I really missed her on those days.

While I waited, I thought about my current involvement with Kim and Kitty. I hadn’t seen Kitty since the three of us enjoyed a weekend away together. But I realised that I hadn’t missed her all that much. It was Kim that I wanted to be with – to fuck, yes, but also I just enjoyed spending time with her. Maybe I really am in love with her, I mused.

I heard the side gate close, and a few seconds later Kim came in through my back door. She ran to me as she always did, but this time she was crying!

I held her while she wept. “What’s wrong, Baby?” I asked.

“Oh Tim,” she sobbed. “It’s terrible. Roger has got a promotion at work, and we have to move. Way up north. It will be so cold. And all that ice and snow…, I’ll hate it. But worst of all, I won’t be able to see you any more.” She burst into tears again.

As I held Kim, my future became very clear. I knew exactly what I had to do. “Then don’t go, Baby,” I said. “Stay here with me.”

Kim looked up at me with beautiful tear-filled eyes. “Do you mean it, Tim?” bostancı escort bayan she asked. “You’d want me to live with you?”

“Of course,” I said. “I’d like that very much.”

“But what about Jason and Lucy?” she asked, still sniffling.

“Well, of course they’re welcome to live with me, too,” I said.

Kim still looked doubtful. “What about Kitty?” she asked.

“Sure, Kitty and I have had fun together,” I said. “But lately I’ve realised that it’s you that I’m in love with. I wouldn’t see Kitty any more.”

Suddenly Kim burst into a big smile. “Oh Tim!” she exclaimed. “For so long now I’ve wished that we could be together all of the time. Thank you! Thank you!”

Neither of us had mentioned the ‘M’ word, I thought it was a little early for that.

Kim dried her eyes. “Oh Tim, please take me to bed,” she said. “But I don’t want to just fuck. I want you to make love to me.”

We went to bed, and spent the morning making slow, sweet love. Kim positively purred with pleasure.

I kept a low profile for the next few days. I didn’t hear any shouting coming form Kim and Roger’s house. I figured that was a good thing. When I next saw Kim, she told me what had ümraniye escort happened.

Roger had been surprisingly agreeable to a separation. We found out later that he had been seeing a woman in the city where his new job was, and that he had wrangled himself into that job so that he could be with her more often. Kim wanting a separation just made life a lot easier for him.

They talked to Jason and Lucy, explaining the situation, and gave then the choice of which parent they would like to live with. Lucy opted to say with Kim, but Jason decided to go with Roger.

Roger and Jason packed up and moved out. I spent a lot of time with Kim and Lucy – well, Kim needed consoling, didn’t she? Then one day, Lucy said to me, “Uncle Tim, are you and Mommy going to get married?”

I was completely surprised. “Why would you think that?” I finally managed to say.

“I’ve seen you kissing her,” said Lucy. “And she’s always so happy when she sees you. The two of you should get married. Then we could all live together, and you could be my new daddy. I love you, Uncle Tim. I’d like you to be my new daddy.”

The wisdom of a child, I thought.

After that, Kim and I would kiss in front of Lucy, escort kartal but we kept the rest of our relationship secret. Well, at least I think that we did! We continued to occupy separate houses, to keep up appearances for the neighbours. But I was keen for us to move in together.

One Sunday afternoon we had a visit from Kitty and Kelly. This was the first time that I had seen Kitty since Kim and Roger’s split, but of course she knew what was going on. Kitty said that she wanted to talk to both of us. In summer, when we wanted privacy from the children, we told them to go swimming. But since it was now Autumn, and was too cold for Kelly and Lucy to swim, Kitty told them to play computer games. Then the three of us went into my house.

“So, what does the future hold for you two?” Kitty asked.

“Well, I want us to move in together, soon,” I said.

“And what about you, Kim? What do you want?” asked Kitty.

“First of all, I want to know if you still have feelings for Tim,” said Kim.

“Oh, I’ll always have feeling for Tim,” said Kitty. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep my hands off him.”

Kim looked relieved. But then a naughty look came on her face. “Although …” She said. “We did have fun on that weekend away.”

Kitty smiled. “Yes we did,” she said. “Maybe we cold do that say once a year.”

“What a good idea!” said Kim. “Maybe even twice a year.”

I could only agree with her. I could see that things were going to work out just fine.

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Suhani wasn’t thrilled when I started going to the gym. She worried that I would meet other girls there. Or more specifically, she worried that other girls would meet me. “Of course you would never do anything wrong, Pete.” she would say with her soft little hand on my arm. “You’re such a gentleman. But some girls aren’t ladies, you know. Some of them just join gyms so they can ogle hot guys who are trying to stay fit.”

Suhani was a real sweetheart. She loved paintings and sunsets and to be held lovingly after sex. All the stereotypically romantic stuff. She was the sort of girl who’d cook me an amazing saag paneer but who I didn’t like staying over for too long because she’d try to order the cutlery in my drawer or nag me to put up some decorations in the foyer. I’m a man, and men don’t need little bottles of paper flowers or doilies with “every day is a new day” crocheted on them in purple and pink. I would put them up for a day or two so her feelings wouldn’t be hurt, but I couldn’t leave them up for too long.

Much as I adored Suhani, she could be a bit stuffy at times, a bit boring. She would pester me to come try out one of those newfangled food truck with her. Some sort of fusion taco place. That was her idea of adventure, but I don’t get my food from trucks. I’d take her out for steaks instead, but even I could see she didn’t care for steakhouses.

Suhani and I often found ourselves without common interests. She didn’t like cars, she didn’t like basketball. She was short and a little insecure about her weight, but not fat. She had firm breasts that poked out of her shirt and long dark hair that fell past her plump ass. The sort of smile that could talk a man down off a ledge. She could empathise with any problem, but rarely had advice beyond ‘smile more’ or ‘don’t worry, things will get better I’m sure’.

Suhani would be even less thrilled if she knew the main reason I joined the gym was so I could ogle hot girls as they tried to stay fit. And being the gentleman I was, I would offer to help them rack their weights, spot them, or just give them helpful little tips. I loved the gym. The testosterone, the rush, the burn. The sweating girls as they honed their asses on stairs and treadmills. It was the perfect place to get away from Suhani.

Suhani was also dull when it came to sex. She liked straight missionary, and would shoot down my suggestions to experiment. She gave halfhearted blowjobs, thought porn was nasty, and never took the vibe I got her out of its packaging. All this isn’t to say I expected her to be my therapist and meet all my sexual desires, but I wanted more. I needed more. Just a little excitement. Someone to make me forget my problems, not wave them away. Her smile was wonderful, but sometimes it could get grating. I needed someone to blow my mind, and my cock.

I needed Maria. We’d traded glances at the gym a few times, and even had a friendly fight over who got to use the last treadmill. I let her have it because I was a gentleman, and because I had no interest in using the treadmill. She soon caught me checking out her long legs and tipped me a broad wink. It was all I could think of all day, and I replayed that wink over and over as Suhani and I fucked that night. She looked a little surprised at my forcefulness, but I didn’t care. It was all I could do to avoid groaning ‘Maria’ as I pulled out and blew my load on her stomach.

Maria was everything Suhani gazed longingly at in her fashion magazines: tall, thin, and with the sort of breasts I would need to sprout two more hands to fully appreciate. Her hair was crimson and cut in a sophisticated bob that accentuated her sly face. A face seductive like a fox. When Suhani smiled I felt at ease, but when Maria smiled, it was like she was evaluating and challenging me. She was daring me to make a move. I did, and we were soon talking.

As we saw each other in the gym more, we would chat over deadlifts and leg presses. I took care not to give out personal information beyond my name, and so did she. She knew I loved nice cars and drove a mustang, I knew she had done gymnastics in middle school before before her breasts came in. We both loved basketball. The anonymity provided a certain provocative air that I’m sure we both felt. It was just two hot and sweaty strangers chatting about who was going to win the eastern conference and laughing at loaded quips about balls and rims.

Suhani wasn’t into sports except, inexplicably, soccer. The only times I ever saw her delicate features and big brown eyes harden into anger was when her beloved Barcelona lost. Then she’d curse with a venom that would shock even the most racist of football fans. I’d try to shush her so the neighbours wouldn’t hear, but these were the only times she wouldn’t listen to me. When she calmed down I would ask her about it, but she would just shake her head.

That being said, I still fondly remembered the time Barcelona had beaten bostancı escort bayan Real Madrid 5-1. It was the only night she’d let me do anal. But try to bring up football (real football), or the NBA, or even a nice relaxing game of baseball, and Suhani would just give her lovely smile and nod along. Then she would ask me again about visiting that weird fusion taco truck, and I’d have to find another excuse not to go.

It was strange, I thought as I lay down on the bench press one day. How was I together with Suhani? She’d actually approached me at a New Year’s party and told me nobody should be alone during the holidays. Her smile and her personality was uplifting. We’d shared the last of the rum punch and soon ended up in the bathroom where I’d hoisted her petite frame up on the sink and fucked her until the entire house could hear.

I added more weight.

I knew the whole house could hear us because they’d all been waiting outside and burst into applause when we peeked out. Suhani had been mortified, but eventually returned my calls and agreed to go see an art exhibit. I remember she mentioned liking romantic art, and I’d heard the local gallery was running an exhibit celebrating it. ‘300 Years of Love Around the World’, or something like that. I thought it would show my sensitive side. Turns out the romantic movement was some sort of European artistic movement a couple hundred years ago that had nothing to do with romance, just emotions or some shit. I dunno: I still can’t figure the two apart. At least all the paintings of people making out or staring lovingly at each other set a nice mood.

I added more weight.

All our best memories seemed to involve Suhani’s tenderness and compassion when I’d needed it most. She could make anyone feel worthwhile, and the sex, while not exciting, was at least fulfilling. I was less empty when she was around.

My arms buckled.

Maria caught the bar before it could crack my chest. “You look like you need rescuing.” She helped me ease it back into its bracket.

“Thanks.” I grunted, sitting up like it was no big deal. “You saved my life there. However can I repay you?” She just stared at me with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. I flexed and tried to flirt back.

Twenty minutes later we crashed through my front door, tongues intertwined, hands probing each other’s nooks and crannies. This was it. Weeks of fantasising about Maria and her perfect body. All those times I’d thought about her as I’d undressed Suhani, imagining that it was Maria I was kissing. When I pushed Suhani over the dining room table, she sort of flopped over onto it. When I pushed Maria back over the dining room table, she bent with the push, her back arcing like a gymnast’s.

She steadied herself by grabbing onto my neck. When she pushed me against the wall, I stroked her glossy hair and let her mouth work its way down my chest. Her hips ground against my hardening cock and she looked up to give me another smirk as her belly rubbed it up and down. I nearly lost it and soaked us both right there, but I’d worked on lasting longer and fought the rising pressure behind my navel back down. No, for Maria I would hold it.

I picked Maria up around the waist, carried her into my room, and tossed her giggling onto my bed. Our shirts came off at the same time. Maria unclasped her bra and gave it a casual toss over my head, and finally her tits jiggled before me in all their naked glory. I dove onto the bed like I was aiming for a perfect ten. I used first one hand, then the other. Then both hands and my mouth. I fondled, kissed, sucked, and stroked every nanometer of those splendid breasts. I ran my tongue over her tits, thrust my face between them and just inhaled, and all the while she was reaching down, tugging away my pants, pulling at my boxers, caressing my cock.

Maria pushed me onto my back and slowly ran her tongue up and down my thighs. She curled up next to my chest like an animal getting comfortable and popped my shaft into her mouth, taking it right down to the base in a single gulp. I exhaled, frozen, as she slid her lips over my cock, all the way up to the tip of my bulging head, then back down until the hair on my balls tickled her chin. It was divine. I hadn’t felt this good in ages and it wasn’t long before I could feel the pressure building up again, radiating from my navel down to my balls. My cock ached. Perhaps Maria could sense I was near because she hopped to her feet and stood over me as she dropped her pants and underwear in a single swoop.

Her pussy was neatly shaved with a bright red landing strip over her glistening clit. I tried to sit and admire it up close, but Maria was having none of it. She held me down then lowered her lithe body onto me until the head of my cock slipped past her lips into her warmth. I groaned and again fought back the building pressure, but Maria was a juggernaut in bed. ümraniye escort She squatted over me as she rode, pounding her ass against my groin and thighs, shaved pussy on full display, all her weight coming down over and over onto my swollen member, her gaze fixed down on me triumphantly. No woman had ever ridden me like this, no woman had ever made me feel as though all the pleasure in my body was about to burst out of my cock with each thrust of her body.

Maria placed a palm on my belly. The other hand reached behind and under her ass and caressed my balls. She was saying something to me, something fucking dirty and horrible, and I was responding in kind, though I couldn’t hear anything over the thwap of skin and the wet squelch as my glistening cock appeared from between her pink cunt then disappeared back in.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she asked, giving my balls a squeeze. The pressure inside me burst up through my cock. There was no time to pull out. I came in her and she just kept riding, the cum dripping from her cunt and down my cock until it was white. I nearly blacked out. When I finally finished she looked down at me like a fox looking down at a mouse. “Now that was impressive.” she said, leaning back on her haunches.

I was a little guilty about cheating on Suhani, but the knowledge that I had just had the best sex of my life helped me get over it. Suhani couldn’t make it over tomorrow. Work, probably. She lived on the other side of town to be closer to her job, so that meant I was on my own. And it suited me now because all I could think of was Maria and how our next time would go. But before I could message her, she messaged me. She wanted to come over again. I caught myself from answering too quickly, but could only wait a minute before agreeing. A simple ‘yeah, sounds good when you free’, and soon we’d agreed to meet again in a few days.

Whatever Suhani didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and I needed this. I deserved it. Maria was a revelation, and being with her again was worth any guilt.

The days flew by until the date of our rendez-vous came up. Suhani had been distant, but I wasn’t thinking about her. I was on the balls of my feet, waiting for the doorbell to ring. When it did, I found Maria carrying a shopping bag. “Something special.” she said, giving me a quick kiss. “We’re going to do things a little different this time.” I wanted nothing more than to just undress and have sex with that beautiful body of hers, but I agreed. I would have agreed if she’d told me we were flying to the sun. Maria led me into my room and told me to undress. When I stood naked in front of her, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs.

I grinned. “Now we’re talking. Turn around and I’ll cuff you.”

“No,” she said, her face slyer than ever, “I’m going to cuff you, Pete. Sit down against that radiator and don’t struggle.” I was reluctant to be handcuffed, but Maria was gyrating seductively, and was she ever dressed to kill. The curvature of her ass was just poking out beneath her miniskirt, black lingerie held her breasts under a translucent pink blouse, and her fiery hair was tied up in twin pigtails that bounced with each shake of her hips. My cock was standing to attention.

“Come on, are you afraid of your medicine?” I asked.

Maria ignored me. “Don’t leave me waiting.” she said, twirling the fuzzycuffs over her head like a violet lasso. “The show is about to start, but the audience needs to find his seat.” I sat against the radiator and let her cuff me.

“Good boy.” she said. Then she raised her voice. “The show can begin!” Footsteps sounded outside. I gave a confused look at Maria, but she was watching the door, licking her lips. What was she up to?

The door opened and Suhani peered around the room before stepping in. My heart sank. My cock went soft. Suhani was in a green dress, several inches shorter than what she normally wore. “Hi, Pete.” she said, facing me. Her face was impassive. I’d only ever seen her this emotionless was once when we’d fought over politics. But this time I had no answer.

Maria walked up behind Suhani and wrapped her pale arms around Suhani’s brown neck. “Imagine my surprise, Pete, when I found out that you have a girlfriend and still agreed to hook up with me. Naughty, naughty.” She wagged a finger under Suhani’s button nose. Suhani just stared at me. My eyes fell to the floor. The guilt of betraying her mixed with the shame of being caught, naked and handcuffed no less. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Not after everything she had done for me. Suhani had been so innocent, so pure.

“So I decided I would track down this girlfriend of yours and apologise properly.” continued Maria. “Because, unlike you, I’m not scum.” She smiled foxily. “But what really pissed me off wasn’t just that you were using me to have an affair. It was that you were using me to have an affair with the escort kartal sweetest, most wonderful girl I’ve ever come across. I don’t know how that’s possible, but somehow you did it.” I looked up and Maria had her chin resting on Suhani’s shoulder. Suhani, her eyes still fixed on me, reached up and stroked Maria’s face. I shook the fuzzycuffs, but they were secure.

“She forgave me before I could even tell her I was sorry. And then we started talking. And we talked and talked. We talked about our passions and our aspirations. Did you know Suhani still dreams of being a firefighter? I doubt it because you never ask her about those sorts of things. We talked about love, relationships, and heartbreak. Suhani talked about you and how wonderful you are, or how wonderful she thought you were, and how she didn’t know what to do anymore. I told her about my own string of forgotten lovers and how I had put them behind me. We must have stayed up the entire night talking. And wouldn’t you know it, Suhani has her own dark side. Everyone does. It just needed a bit of coaxing to come out.”

Maria laughed and stretched, throwing her arms up then back around Suhani. I could have sworn we’d talked about these things before, but the guilt was beginning to wear off in favour of arousal at seeing Maria’s naked form draped over Suhani’s back. It was hard to concentrate on the past. “So the two of us were sitting there in her apartment,” continued Maria, “sipping pino and watching the sun come up when we hatched a plan.

“It’s a real shame what you did, Pete. If you would just admit what you’d done to Suhani, we agreed we’d let the whole thing slide. But you wouldn’t do that. You wanted more from me. She’s spent the last few days crying, and you didn’t even check on her. You broke her heart, Pete. And for that, you will watch me mend it.”

Only then did I realise Maria’s hands were running the length of Suhani’s body. One ran down her hip and along her thigh, the other strayed up, stroking her stomach, sliding over one breast, and softly caressing it. She turn Suhani around and bent her elegant neck down to give her a long loving kiss. Not the impatient predatory face-devouring she’d done with me. This was the sort of kiss you could end a movie on. And to my shock, Suhani returned her kiss. Suhani’s hands were reaching around Maria, pulling down her miniskirt. When Maria pulled her face away, Suhani was panting.

“Are you watching?” asked Maria, taking off her blouse and tossing it aside. I was. She kicked off her skirt and stood, black lingerie tracing out her curves, exposing as much of her skin as possible while leaving the best parts a mystery. “She wanted to protect you, Pete. She didn’t want to talk about her sex with you, but it eventually came out. All your poor performances, all your selfishness. I can’t imagine having someone as wonderful as Suhani and not trying to please her during every moment of sex.”

This was too much. “What do you mean I don’t satisfy her?” I said. “Suhani, I make you cum every time, don’t I?” Suhani said nothing.

“Clearly you don’t.” said Maria. “So watch closely and learn. This is how you make love to a woman.”

Maria unbuttoned Suhani’s emerald dress and let it fall in a heap at their feet. She unstrapped Suhani’s bra and let it fall as well. She got down on her knees and pulled Suhani’s underwear down with her teeth. Beads of liquid glistened through her neatly triangled bush. Maria bent all the way down and kissed Suhani’s feet, her ass sticking out so close I could almost prod it with a toe. She worked her way up the legs with leisurely abandon.

“Take your time.” murmured Suhani with a meaningful glance at me. Maria took her time. She caressed Suhani’s calves and turned her around again so her mouth could worship every square inch of her thighs. Suhani shuddered but didn’t protest when Maria’s sharp white teeth nipped her plump ass. I wanted to speak up, but couldn’t find the words. There was a sort of pleasure in it, you know? My cock was straining. Every guy sort of dreams of seeing his girl with another girl, but usually he’s free to join in.

I was expecting Maria to start in on Suhani’s trimmed pussy, but instead she just kept kissing her up the back, ending on her shoulders and neck. Suhani was purring almost like a cat as she turned her head around to give Maria’s vulpine face another kiss. Maria guided her new lover to the bed, my bed, and laid her down on her back, kissing her all the while. Face, shoulders, arms, neck. She shifted and turned her so I could watch as she ran her tongue along Suhani’s breasts, finishing each tit with a little nibble than made her whimper in ways I’d never heard.

Maria kissed down further and further until finally she nestled her head between Suhani’s legs. She was neither loud nor hasty but firm, and with each kiss, each lick, each nuzzle, Suhani’s gasped and whimpered louder. Maria’s hands were never still, stroking Suhani’s back and thighs. She inserted one finger then another into Suhani’s pussy, spreading her legs apart so I could see them go in and come out shining with juices. Then she lapped at Suhani’s clit, her fingers fucking her in time with each lick.

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Hello friends this Rohit form India.

I was studying in the 12th grade. We had a large group of friends that comprised of both boys as well as girls. Of the whole lot I was especially crazy about Subnam, for simply her presence made your dick go hickory dickory dock. A real Goddess of Venus carved out of the wildest dream of God Himself. I had seen her a few times in her other dresses, but nothing looked more beautiful on her then our school uniform. The white top and the colorful skirt particularly being just above her knees.

She had beautiful long silky hairs that came down to her waist, around her shoulders and covered her small full breasts. She had this very sensual way of gently swaying of the few strands of hair, away from her eyes, back to her ear, in a gentle rhythm. Her eyes always seemed longing for a desire. A desire as mysterious as her bewitching smile.

Beauty is an unsightly word to describe her.

To make a long story short, this incident occurred on the day our school went for a picnic to Suraj kund in the heart of Haryana. It was mid December and the ambiance was rather pleasant for a humid city like Delhi. The morning air had a spray of mist, which added to the charm and thrill of the picnic goers.

We reached the park and did the usual stuff all school picnickers do. Played games had snacks etc. Later our group was taking a walk through the lush green bed of grass, simply chatting with each other. It soon happened that Subnam and I began talking on a different subject. We then decided to walk alone. We informed the group of our detour. There were obvious sound of whistles and wolf cries from them.

Soon Subnam and me were walking alone towards the forest on the narrow jungle paths. My heart began to beat like a drum as we were now inside the dense forest, alone, she walking just inches of me. I would brush my hand with hers and then gaining courage I held her hand, softly. She too shifted near me and rested her head on my shoulder. I was now on cloud nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine.

I shifted my hand on to her shoulders and hugged her calmly. She too placed her hands around my waist. Her breasts just slightly touched me as we walked alongside. I felt my lips quiver at the mere thought of kissing her.

The path we had taken led us to a brook flowing through the rocks. I guided her towards a tree and I could now sense a fear in her. The utmost fear of being taken over.

I positioned her such as she would have the support of the tree. I stood in front of her. Her head tilted down, eyes closed and her breasts heaving up and down in pace with her heavy breathing. I could feel my heart popping out as I slowly removed her hair-band and gently began to stroke her hair. No words were spoken. Only the chirping of the birds and crinkle of the brook could be heard.

I held her face in both my hands and turned it up towards me. Her eyes were still closed as her lips parted and her hands came to rest on my hips as I bent down and kissed her honey sweet lips. They were moist, soft, and tender. Her hands soon grabbed me from behind in tight embrace. I lifted up my head and looked at her. She quickly hid her face on my shoulder, her eyes evading my every glance. I held her from her back and tightened my grip on her, crushing her tender breasts hard on my chest. I could hear a soft sigh from inside her.

I stroked her hair for a few moments; quite aware of the delicate situation she was in. I moved her away from me and again placed my lips on hers. This time it was a real passionate one. I could now feel her bostancı escort bayan tongue with mine. Her hands slowly rising from my back to my head, her fingers running through my hairs. I was moving my hands all over her back. My hands moved down to her waists and as I grabbed her buttocks, her grip tightened on me. I slowly moved my hand upwards sliding through her hips, up her belly and then cupped her breast. It was a wonderful feeling. I could now feel her going weak in the legs. I supported her from her back as I began squashing her small full breast. She broke free of my lips and began to push me away from her.

But only for a moment, as I quickly held her hand and pulled her towards me, grabbing her and kissing her fervently. She too submitted herself completely to me and again held me firmly. Things began to cool down a bit as I let her lips go. She stood there, her eyes gazing at me. The desire was no longer a mystery to the both of us.

I again gently began to stroke her hairs and kissed her softly, pecking occasionally on her lips. My hands moved down on to her breasts, rubbing them softly. I enjoyed her breasts for a few moments and then she began to tremble as my hands moved to undo the first button of her top. My hands moved down to undo the second and then the third. She rested her head on my shoulder and now I could catch a glimpse of her breast covered in all its glory by her white brassiere. I placed my hands inside her top and onto her breast. I slid my fingers into the cup of the bra and felt her breast in flesh. I reached for her nipple and soon my fingers were caressing it. It was small and soft but it was soon growing hard as she now began to moan and move her head feverishly.

I slid of the strap of her brassiere from over her shoulder totally exposing her small full breast. It was well shaped and round with her nipple jutting out in perfect proportion. I kissed her on her lips and then my tongue rolled down her neck, onto her breast grabbing her nipple in my mouth. I began to suck it slowly at first and then gently increasing it as her sexuality began to rise at her peak. I sucked it hard until it was swollen red. She was now like a bitch on heat, her pelvic thrusting on my dick. As I sucked her hard my hand freed her other breast of her brassiere and began to maul her. She arched backwards enjoying every moment of my licking and caressing of her breasts. I was enjoying her with as much vigor as I can.

My hands reached her back and unhooked her bra, completely stripping it of her body. Her breasts were fully exposed to me except for her top. I tugged it out of her skirt and undid the remaining two buttons. She was now exposed from her front. I never removed her top completely and to be honest it was more fun that way than I had some bangs latter on with other girls completely nude.

I embraced her from inside her top feeling her naked breasts on me. She then undid my shirt and hugged me. Her breasts were now crushed to my naked chest. I could feel the contour of her well-shaped breasts as well as the soft touch of her small nipples. My hand went straight through her hairs as we again cuddled each other in a feverish kiss. My hand began to grope her breast for a moment and then it began to slide down over her belly. I found her navel and I teased her there for some time. I slithered down to the most sensitive part of a virgin girl from the top of her skirt. Barely had my fingers been inside her skirt her hand came flying out of nowhere and grabbed my hand. “No.” she said in her soft and sensual voice.

I ümraniye escort forced my hand into her skirt. “No, please no.” she tightened her grip on me. “Please Subnam. Don’t stop me now.” I tightened my grip on her from her back. “No.” she again pleaded, calmly and rested her head on me.

I could feel her melt now. I was not supposed to miss this opportunity and so my hand began to slide down. This time she held her grip but soon let go of me. My fingers reached her panty and as I further moved down I could feel her soft pubic hairs with which I played for some time and then as my fingers went further down a shudder ran through her as my fingers ran over her moist clits.

A subtle groan came through within her as I inserted my middle finger into her. It was dripping wet. She jerked her body and began to moan like an animal. I took her hand and placed it on my trousers, over my dick. It was by now hard as a rock. She unzipped me and it sprang out like an angry lion. She grabbed it in her delicate hand, her soft fingers encircling it.

“Oh, my God! It’s so hot.” she blushed. “Then quench its fire with your nectar of love.” I replied cunningly. “Oh, God! No. Please! No.” she pleaded.

I lightly pressed her clitoris and then she was at it again. She slowly began to move my dick back and forth her thumb caressing the tip of my penis’ head. We fondled each other for quite sometime and then I told her to take me in her mouth. She repulsed but after coxing a few times she went down on her knees. She unhooked my trousers and released my penis from my u-wear. Her lips parted as she moved forward to take my penis in her mouth. I could feel her small teeth and her tongue wriggling me. She now began to enjoy it. “Suck me Subnam.” I said.

Subnam never knew that her school trip would be so exciting. She moved her head back and forth and began to suck at the same time. Her tongue was licking every part of me. She was now sucking my juices right out of my body. Her sucking created a kind of a vacuum in my prick and I could feel my juices about to rush out. I took out my penis from her mouth before I could ejaculate, as I wanted to do it deep inside her and not in her mouth.

I laid her down on the grass. As usual her skirt was above the knee and it slid back as she lay down, one foot lying straight on the ground and the other raised a little, exposing her thighs. I placed my hand over her knee and then slowly moved down to her thighs. I held her panty and tried to remove it. To my amazement she actually helped me get of her panty by shifting on her sides. I removed her panty from her legs and threw it aside. My hand soon grabbed her knee of the raised foot and began to slide down.

I pulled up the hem of her skirt right up to her waist. Her pussy now lay bared to me, cradled in the nest of her golden brown pubic hairs. Lying there waiting for me to discover it. I kissed her on her thighs and my tongue soon began to explore the clandestine parts of her. I could now smell her feminist odor. My tongue then began to graze on her clits. She grabbed me by my hairs and began to push me, deep inside her. My tongue ravaged the insides of her pussy and I began to taste hungrily at her juices. “Shittt!” she exclaimed as both her legs began to curl up in position.

She pushed me more inside and I almost suffocated. My mouth was inside her, my tongue dwelling inside tasting her fluid and stroking what could certainly have been her G-spot. I pushed myself up on her belly and my tongue began to play with her navel. She had her hands over my back imploring escort kartal me to get back to her wet orifice. Instead I got down to my side and pushed down my trouser down over my knees. “You really don’t mean to put that thing into me, do you?” she asked rather coyly. “Yes honey, and you and I are going to enjoy every bit of it.” I replied. “Jesus!!! Save me.” she moaned and closed her eyes even before I was on top of her.

“Don’t worry Subnam, it will be all pleasurable.” I assured my Subnam, gently running my fingers through her hair. I was now going to fuck this little virgin. “Nooohh!!!” she cried.

I positioned myself on top of her, my dick lying on her wet pussy. All through this time I was gently stroking her hair to pacify her of her maiden pain. She bit her lip as my dick touched her clits and parted them. Her hands came over my hips as I slowly entered into her.

“Ohhh!!! You are so tight.” I said as I gave a bit more force. Her body arched and she threw back her head lifting up her chest. I took her nipple in my mouth and began to suck it hard. I then slowly pushed my hips, my head almost inside her.

“Unnnhh!!! Nooo.” she yelped.

I had never again met a pussy so tight as Subnam. I could feel my dick burn as I entered further into her. The head was now fully inside her and now I could feel a barrier blocking my way to paradise. It was her fragile barrier of shame, guilt, and maidenhood. I kept stroking her hair as I interchanged her nipples and occasionally kept kissing her. I made a strong move and forced my penis deep into her. She began to wriggle like a snake trying desperately to escape from the eagle’s claws.

“No, please Rums, no. It hurts, please.” she began to plead. Her pleading only made me hornier as I again thrust my penis deep into her. She began to shout and moan in pain. I placed my hand under her shoulder and grabbed her breast with the other. My mouth went over hers and I again thrust my penis into her. This time she threw her head back and yelped. “Aaaaagggh!” I had shattered her hymen.

I again grabbed her mouth with mine and continued mauling her breasts. Her hands came over my back with a burning sensation for she was now nailing my back and biting my lips. I entered deep into her as her paws encircled my back, guiding me inside her. She was very tight and I enjoyed every bit of her. My prick began to thrust inside her, back and forth, first slowly and then vigorously. She too began to move her hips along with me. She was having an orgasm. I licked her face, her ears, and her nipples and then I felt a storm brewing inside me. We both held each other tightly as I made my final force inside her pussy. Moments later I ejaculated deep inside her. She began to loose grip on me and lay down on the grass. I kissed her forehead as I removed my penis. It had trickles of blood as well as her fluid on it. A few amount of blood began to drip out of her now deflowered vagina. I felt myself lucky to deflower a virgin like Subnam.

We then got dressed in a hurry and as a final adieu to this wonderful moment; we hugged and kissed each other for a long time. We trailed our way back to the bus hugging each other. The two of us enjoyed a lot such pleasurable sessions in the years to come. Today she is happily married with two kids and we still see each other, some times, at the Park. She alone knows of all my secret affairs and my rendezvous with other girls. Her husband is a very good friend of mine now, quite obviously unaware that I was the one who first had his Subnam (Nectar or Flower first drop) and is still having her.

And to all those who skipped their heart beat while reading this, you are my own true dear friends. But please ignore if you find some grammar mistake, since it is my first attempt to write a story but not least there are more to come.

to be continued…

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