Socks and Stockings Ch. 05

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Once I arrived home I flopped down on the couch. Brian wasn’t home yet. I was exhausted and immediately went upstairs. I peeled off my clothes. I dropped them haphazardly into the floor and squeezed my breasts to ease their ache. It felt good to be free of clothing after a long day, especially a strange one. I turned on the shower, running the water on a medium high temperature as I usually did. I liked very hot baths.

My muscles almost instantly relaxed under the cascade of steamy water and I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly. This was the first time in a few weeks I was able to use a shower to relax instead of just get clean. I piled fancy, strong-scented soap on a bath poof and scrubbed off the day’s dirt and sweat. The smell of violets, amber and musk filled the bathroom. My mind drifted back to the hypnotism session, how the incense had aided in my trance. It had been amazing to be touched again and so refreshing to be in control, even if it was just in my mind.

Maybe there was something to what the doctor had said. For the second time that day, I felt in control of my situation. My body was aware of itself under the hot water. My eyes closed and my brain eliminated all sound except the millions of high-pitched tap of each drop slapping my body and the tub floor. In my mind I replayed the scene from earlier. Surely if I could think it, it could happen. If it was so strong and felt so real, it had to be possible.

I was resolute. Tonight I would seduce my husband and it would not fail. But I had little time. I quickly washed my hair before leaving the shower. I dried off quickly, not worrying about styling my mane. It was shamefully natural looking, the unruly waves appearing as I raked fingers through it. I thought quickly as I entered the bedroom. What to wear? What to do? He could come home any second.

I heard the front door open and footsteps. ‘Oh lord!’ I thought. I was giddy and panicked all at the same time. Without thinking much, I grabbed the comforter in my fingers and ripped it off the bed, throwing it into the floor. I snatched the white top-sheet from their careful tucks and wrapped it around my body.

“Eve?” Brian called out. I felt stupid, flushing as I realized I was only wearing a sheet. This wasn’t sexy at all! I looked around, ‘Where to wait for him? Should I call out to him?’

“Eve?” He called out again. pendik escort He was on the landing! I eased onto the bed in the dead-center. ‘Look seductive?’ How did one go about doing that consciously without seeming fake? ‘Fuck!’

“Eve?” His feet tromped up the stairs. ‘Oh God!’ I thought. As if a last defense against looking stupid, I slammed my wide eyes shut and pretended to be sleeping. ‘Why did I do this?!’ I screamed at myself in my head, somehow managing to slow my breathing. He walked down the hall past the office and his feet stopped at the bedroom door.

“There you are, I-” he stopped himself, I guess seeing that I was “sleeping”. I thought he might turn and leave but instead he stepped closer. ‘What is he doing?’ I thought, ‘I’m sleeping?’ I tried not to breathe harder as anticipation covered me with goosebumps.

He stopped at the bedside. I wished more than ever that my eyelids were like those two-way mirrors. If only I could read the expression on his face. The silence was killing me. Just as I was milliseconds from opening my eyes and pretending to wake up, I felt fingers on my face. It was such a small tender touch, something I hadn’t felt in a long time from him. He was watching me sleep and must have felt an impulse to reach out and touch me.

His thumb traced over my lip and I couldn’t help but shudder. Tenderness transferred into such deliberateness could make any woman shudder. My eyes stayed closed. I was too afraid I would stop him. His thumb moved and I felt the angle of his hand shift on my face and his lips replaced his thumb tip. Paralyzed, I let him kiss me. Small, soft, luxurious kisses. Each one meant the same thing… they all made me melt. Instant arousal nearly drove me to wrap my arms around him, but I fought with all my power to let him do what he wanted. After all, that was all I ever really wanted… for him to spend his pleasure on me whichever way he wanted. Though chaste touches, they were not weak or pedestrian, they were special.

He moved his mouth away and I thought my heart would shatter into a thousand pieces. Was he going to leave now? Involuntarily, I let out a little moan and immediately regretted it. I was sure that damned noise would destroy everything. It almost startled me when he… chuckled. It didn’t sound snide or mean, it seemed to be a chuckle of genuine amusement. He quietly maltepe escort whispered to no-one, though I could hear him clearly, ‘Don’t want me to stop?’ I wanted to vehemently scream, “No!” but again I fought hard.

His hand moved from my face, down my throat and over my collarbone then to the folds of the sheet over my breasts. Again I thought my heart might shatter but for a different reason. I was almost surprised he remembered where my nipple was, but he found it after a moment, stiff through the sheet. He turned the tips of his fingers lightly around the swelling bump and my whole body blazed to life. Surely I couldn’t handle it anymore… how much longer would I let him touch me like this?… till I went crazy?

Letting go of the aching diamond-hard bump, he ran his fingers down my stomach. ‘I can’t stop a response if he touches me there… I can’t!’ I yelped in my head. Index finger and middle finger pressed into the sheet between my thighs. His flat hand rubbed lightly from the place where my paralyzed knees almost trembled to the crest of my thighs. I was sure I would explode, the heat so intense where his fingers rested that he had to know I was conscious but he continued.

Lightly pressing, he stroked at the top of my slit, where my clit would be if he spread the soaked lips apart. A moan slipped out again and I cursed inwardly, though I wasn’t sure whether it was at the mistake or at the power the stimulation had over me. I was powerless to stop him, unable to react lest he stop…

Then his hands left me altogether. I heard him take a deep, long breath. Was that deep breath because he was aroused too? But why? How?

I felt some weight one either side of my head, his palms maybe? He breathed over my mouth, as if he was hesitating… thinking of kissing me.

‘Please!’ I called out in my head. He breathed shallower now and lowered his lips against mine. My body trembled as his tongue pushed apart my lips and slid over mine. I kissed him back, still restraining as much as I could, suppressing the moans that rose in my chest. After a moment, I tasted him with equal fervor. The sloth of the kiss became hurried and fumbled. It wasn’t suspension that held us in the air of anticipation, but the weight of lust that drove us downhill… our passion turning over itself until his shirt-buttons snapped and flew across kartal escort the room, his zipper screeched apart and his pants were around his knees.

Ineptly, I was touching his glorious cock like a virgin who’d never felt one. There was no mystery as to where it would be as soon as that last white impediment was removed. Soon it was and my legs fell open. One of his hands grasped the sheet along with a fistful of my long hair, another fumbled clumsily at my chest. Almost immediately he was between my legs. He ground his hips against mine attempting once then a second time to press into me, our groans shaking the walls, rattling our skulls. With one able thrust he fully embedded himself in me and began repeating the motion as fast and as hard as possible. Senselessly, I laid there cursing as he stroked himself with my body, unable to tell up from down. There was no time and not enough wit between us to employ any special skills… this was raw, stupid barbaric mating as perhaps the creator had intended it to be.

Accompanying my dizzy inability to tell the difference between up and down was the inability to distinguish one orgasm from the next. My orgasms instead heated, cooled, swelled and contracted violently into each other – instead of a definable moment, an immense, stupefying, inescapable state of being. He eventually climaxed, some eons or seconds later and still thrusted until he was no longer erect. He never-the-less stayed buried inside, his weight bearing down on my heaving chest.

And afterward, he rolled to my side and we laid there quietly. Glowing, I couldn’t help but smile. But once our breath was caught, I lay there confused as to what had just happened. What had this meant? Was it all primal? Was this an ‘I’m sorry?’ Were there feelings behind the events? Was this the end of our dry spell?

I knew what this had meant to me. I had felt loved and beautiful. I felt like he appreciated me. It had been very primal for me once I let go. I perceived it had been primal for him but what about the feelings behind the actions? They had been so tender and reserved at first but was he just testing the water or had he meditated on my body? He had apologized before… but was this the final physical way he expressed it? Was he ready to obey his more primal urges, to let go of worry and go for me anytime? I certainly hoped so. I decided not to feel upset about it but instead to deal with things as they came to a head. Why spoil this moment when it felt wonderful just to lay beside him feeling somewhat like a sexual equal… feeling so united with him while remaining a separate being.

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Snow Interlude

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Blonde

She had been driving for hours. She wanted to get home, but the storm that had been hanging on the edge of the sky was now starting to unleash its fury fully. Large snowflakes were falling and sticking to the windshield. The wipers were struggling to keep up. It was hard going because the snow was getting deeper. Soon the road would become impassable.

Up ahead she could see what looked like an old house. There appeared to be lights on, and due to the smoke rising out of the chimney fire was burning inside. It didn’t appear to be that big, but it looked comfortable. More importantly, it appeared dry and warm. She parked in front of it and headed inside.

She knocked on the door, and after a short wait, the door opened. Standing in the door was a man about 5’10, close-cropped hair, composed an most noticeable was the blue eyes that seemed to gaze into her soul. She felt peace and comfort from this man. He stepped aside and without a word, she knew that she was invited into the warm well lit interior. As the door closed, she felt safe though she was in the house of a total stranger.

He led her down the short hallway. There was a closed door, on the left, and one ahead at the end of the hall. She noticed the door that was open as he gave a wave of his hand. He told her that she could sleep in that room. He also explained that the room at the end of the hall was the bathroom. There were towels in there that she could use if she needed. He showed her where the kitchen and extra blankets were also. The only thing that was not available was a phone. She was stuck until the storm let up, and the roads were cleared.

She walked to the door to get her stuff out of the car. As she walked out, she noticed that he fell in behind her. Opening the door and releasing the trunk she noticed that he was already back there grabbing her bags. She pulled out her purse and locked the car then followed him back inside. He told her that she could do whatever she wanted. He walked her bags into the room and set them down. She said she wanted to change, so he closed the door behind him as he walked out.

She quickly undressed. Pulling off the coat and clothes didn’t take her long. Opening her suitcase, she grabbed out a long nightshirt then threw it on and headed for the bathroom with her toiletry bag. She closed and locked the door then pulled off the nightshirt and started the water running. Folding the shirt and setting it on the counter she pulled a towel from the small closet by the door. She looked in the mirror as she grabbed the brush off the counter and began to run it through her hair.

Smiling at her image in the mirror, she loved the way her breasts jiggled. As she looked, it was easy to see why men became distracted when she would go without a bra pendik escort under her shirt. Her nipples poke out proudly from her tits. She didn’t have rock hard abs nor was she some supermodel. Looking lower she noticed that she would have to shave, there was noticeable stubble, she preferred her pussy to be bare. Turning around, she looked at her butt in the reflection also. It was firm and had a nice shape to it. Time may eventually catch up to her, but right now, no time could catch her.

A shower and shave, the water cascading over her body easing the stress of the drive and all the miles. She lathered up her body and made sure that she was clean. As she washed her tits, the nipples hardened under her hands. Then washing her pussy, making sure that she had gotten all the hair off. She loved how the smooth feel under her fingers helped to relax her.

Getting out of the shower, she dried off, first her hair then her body. Running the brush through her hair again, she pulled it back into a ponytail and then threw on the nightshirt again. With no bra on her nipples poked through the fabric of the shirt. She also didn’t wear any panties, which was not unusual anyway, she didn’t like to wear them unless she was overly stimulated because she got real wet when that happened.

After opening the door, she walked back into her room. Once she had taken care of putting her stuff down, she decided to go out into the front room and enjoy the fire. She was walking back towards the front of the house she saw that he was sitting on the couch, reading a book. She walked in and sat down on the chair across from him. She watched him as he sat and read, The Art of War. She studied his features. He carried a look of confidence and competence. He wasn’t like Greek god gorgeous, but there was something about him that was drawing her in.

So strong and rugged. She wanted him to take her. She wanted to be controlled by him, dominated by him. She wanted him to own her. That’s how she had known life. She enjoyed the feeling as her body flushed with desire. He finally looked up as she gazed at him. Their eyes met, and she knew that he wanted her too. He laid down the book and stood up, his gaze never breaking with hers. He held out his hand and helped her to her feet. He guided her down the hall to his room. Pushing open the door he leads her into the room.

He didn’t turn off the light, and she could see that his bed was turned down. He pulled her to him and then slowly lifted her shirt and removed it from her body. She now stood naked in front of him. Her nipples stood out proudly on her tits. His hands reached up and began to massage and knead her breasts. She was enjoying this. Then his hands began to explore her body. He leaned in and kissed her lips. Soft, maltepe escort insistent demanding but again soft, his kiss drew her in. He picked her up and put her down on the bed. Standing back up he undressed, and as he did so she admired the lithe movement. There was no wasted energy in any motion.

He lay down next to her and again he began to kiss her. His hands began to explore her body. Fingers trailed lightly over her exposed skin. Goosebumps appeared all over her body. Her breathing was changing, and she could feel herself beginning to get wet. All the time he was continuing to kiss her. He would kiss along her neck and then her ears back to her lips. She could smell him, he had an earthy aroma to him, it only added to the desire that she felt..

His hand reached down and cupped her pubic mound. She could feel the heat of his hand as he grabbed her. His index finger dipped into her honey pot. It slid in easy due to her self-lubrication. She was dripping. Another finger was added, and he began to finger-fuck her. The sounds filled the room she was flowing. Ecstasy, she was in ecstasy. So many times she had been used, but this was different her pleasure seemed to matter to this man.

Slowly he moved down her body and was kissing and sucking on her tits. Teasing the nipples with his tongue. He reached over and from the cup of ice water on the nightstand he extracted a single ice cube. He circled her nipples with it. A sharp intake of breath as the ice caused the nipples to contract. He kept moving the ice around a trail of water left on her skin. He moved lower, but the ice cube had melted from her hot flesh.

He moved her around to where she was at the edge of the bed, and he was kneeling between her legs. He lowered his mouth to her pussy. His mouth pried apart the outer lips, which covered and protected her inner lips and clit. Quickly his tongue played over her nether region. She moaned as he ate her. She hadn’t felt this good he was taking her to new heights. As he sucked on her clit, she had a short quick orgasm. He continued the onslaught. Licking and sucking on her pussy lips and clit, he slid an ice cube into her. The cold of the ice and the warmth of her fresh cum was quickly melting the ice. He continued to fingerfuck her. She was shaking as he did so.

He took another ice cube, and as he slurped up the fluids running out of her cunt, he pushed it against her tight asshole and then it was inside her. A finger pushed in with it and began to seesaw in and out, moving the ice cube with it. She was now really moaning. Her pussy was tingling, and she combination of the heat of her ass and the cold of the ice had her excited.

Then he was on her, and his cock was pushing in. It filled her, and it felt so incredible kartal escort because there was the lingering cold from the melted ice and the warm cock that was now plunging in and out of her eager pussy. It was a controlled frenzy of action. He wasn’t just fucking her. He wasn’t just using her. He was pleasuring her. It was something that she wasn’t used to experiencing. The scent of their coupling filled the air. He reached over and grabbed another cube of ice and pushed it in past his cock. But her cunt was so hot that the ice was melting rapidly, and it warmed the cock as it pushed and pulled inside her. Another orgasm washed over her, but he was showing no signs of stopping.

He stood and pulled her into a seated position on the bed. His cock was right there in front of her face. She wanted to give him the pleasure that he had given her. She opened her mouth and took his hard cock into her mouth. Her tongue teased and licked the shaft as her mouth would suck on it. With each thrust, he would press to the back of her throat. He kept pushing each time and was forcing himself deeper and actually into her throat. He let go of her and let her control everything. She had all the say in what was going to happen. She wanted to make him cum, to swallow his seed.

He laid down on the bed and got into a sixty-nine position. He began to munch on her pussy again. Then she felt pressure against her puckered hole. She stopped sucking him and looked to see what he was using. She saw that he had her vibrator from her bag. How the hell did he get that? But the thought was all forgotten as the dildo pushed into her. She started sucking again. He was licking her cunt and fucking her ass. It was sensory overload. She could feel a small spasm in his cock he was getting close to cumming. Her third climax was looming and the dildo fucking her ass was not helping to slow that orgasm that was peaking. Suddenly he was cumming in her mouth, and she was swallowing hard to not lose any of his hot seed. She was also flooding his mouth as her cunt grabbed at his tongue. Her ass and pussy were clenching at the welcome invaders.

He crawled up next to her and pulled her into his arms. She lay her head on his chest. She was so shocked that instead of someone using her for his pleasure, he had taken the time to pleasure her. She fell asleep. Never, had she felt so relaxed and blissful. It was different than the times before.

She awoke and opened her eyes. The cabin looked different. It was warm; the fire was still going. There appeared to be a layer of dust over the whole cabin. All except the bed she was in, and the bathroom and near the fireplace. There was a knock on the door of the cabin, and she looked out to see a sheriffs deputy. Opening the door, she talked to the deputy a moment and found out the roads had been cleared. She also found out that this cabin had been abandoned. She told him about the man that was there. The deputy told her that no such man had ever been at that cabin. Did any of it really happen?

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Sneaking Away

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Anal

You get an opportunity to come visit one afternoon and I am thrilled to see you. I really want to strip you naked the minute you walk through the door but there is a problem with that plan. The kids are home and inside watching television.

You can tell when you come through the door how badly I would like to kneel on the floor in front of you. I smile, walk over to you and wrap my arms around your neck. I whisper in your ear how badly I want you. You feel my nipples harden through my shirt on your chest. As I back away from you, I see you look down to see if you were right. I love the look on your face as you watch my nipples get even harder while you are watching.

We have lunch together and enjoy one another’s company. We casually brush against one another as we prepare the food, feeling the electricity between us. We enjoy lunch with the kids, stealing quick glances at one another across the table. Those looks say a million things without a word being spoken.

The kids go back to their movie as we continue to visit and enjoy one another’s company. While I do enjoy your company always, naked really is my favorite way. To my surprise, when the movie is over, the kids decide to go play outside. You see the look of naughty come into my eyes as I tell them they may go outside for an hour.

When they leave to your surprise I continue with the laundry that had my attention already. I go into my room to put clothes away and you casually pendik escort follow me. You act just as ‘uninterested’ as I am trying to convince you that I am. I go into the closet to put away some sheets and I feel you come up behind me. I feel your hand on my hair as you grab me and pull me back to you.

“You are trying to tease me, aren’t you?” You say directly in my ear. I don’t answer you, I merely sigh with relief as you touch me. I feel you press your body into mind and can feel your nice hard cock attempting to spring free. The closet has a window that views the road so if one of the kids were to come back home, you would see them come up the driveway. This is perfect, you think. “How about I fuck you, right here?” You say again in my ear.

At first I don’t answer you, but then you reach around and start to massage my breasts. I purr with delight and then finally softly say “Please do”. You reach down and pull my skirt up to reveal some black lace panties. I can tell you approve but I am just dying for you to touch me.

You reach down and feel that my panties are wet. “Beautiful”, I hear you say and just the sound of your voice, the closeness of your body makes me that much wetter. You grab my panties and in one swift motion, pull them down, allowing me to step out of them. You push my upper body over so my hands are resting on the wall and then slide your hands down to my very pink, wet pussy.

When you slide a finger into maltepe escort my pussy, you feel my entire body welcome your touch. I arch my back to get close to you. “Please fuck me” I say and as I do, I hear you pull down your shorts. You stand right behind me and guide your cock right into my body. As much as I love to play with you, to put your cock in my mouth and feel your tongue on my clit, this is exactly what I needed. I wanted you from the minute you walked in the door and don’t want to wait another second.

I can feel your hands on my hips and feel your body behind me as you slowly slide your hard cock into me. Those slow strokes only last for a minutes when the very slow sex that we started, quickly switches to hard and fast fucking. Here we are in the closet, filled with the sounds of our bodies slamming together and the smell of fuck, lost in each others bodies.

I am literally begging you not to stop, begging you to fuck me hard until you cum. My breasts are bouncing, my clit is rock hard, my back is arched and you can feel my pussy contract around you. I briefly wish that there was a mirror close by so I could see your body move behind me. I can feel it and imagine it which sends another orgasm through my body. That orgasm starts yours. I can hear your groan and feel the intensity change.

You grab me with more passion and fuck up into me with such vigor. I spread my legs and arch my back to accommodate, knowing kartal escort full well that you are about to cum deep inside me. I momentarily consider moving to change the feel so you don’t cum yet but then I want you to so badly that I can’t. Your hands pull on my hips as you slam deep into me and you start to cum. You stroke deep into me Cumming each time, deep.

We both start to catch our breath, your cock still in my soaking wet pussy. I can feel our juices start to drip down my leg. That sensation drives me to turn and slide your cock in my mouth, licking you clean as you look down at me. You are still winded but do enjoy the look of my face as I lick your cock. You grab hold of my hair and watch me slide it in and out of my nice wet mouth.

You stand me up and kiss me, tasting the mixture our juices on my lips. Your hands wandering across me as you do so. As much as you would like to take me to the other room and do this again, we both know that our time alone is limited. We are so thrilled that we could sneak away unnoticed. Rather than risk it, we decide to redress and continue to tease one another with subtle touches and looks across the room. When it is time for you to go, you hug me again.

This time you whisper in my ear “Thanks for the afternoon” you tell me. “And just so you know, I am going home to stroke my cock just for you”. You know how much I love that thought and I smile at you as you get in your car. I can’t wait to be alone tonight, I think. I want to get out my toys with the picture of you naked in my closet in my mind. Imagining the time we will talk again and I will tell you all about it, which only builds up the anticipation to be alone soon.

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Small Piece Of Paradise

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Babes

We met by chance. A friend of a friend. He just out of a marriage and me, too busy to get involved. We saw each other a few more times over the next year or so. Mostly, when with our common friends. He always made a point of saying hi and giving me that great smile. Then it happened. We were all out listening to a local band. I must say I don’t remember the band that well. My memories are more intimate than that.

I had a couple of drinks that night. I was very relax and he asked me dance. Once on the floor, I forgot we were in public. He felt great next to me. My head rested on his chest. He began to rub my back lightly; moving me to the music. He titled my chin up and gently kissed me. We danced a couple more songs. Just enjoying our bodies touching and moving slowly to the live music. We went back to our friends, not wanting to be rude. Now he made a point of sitting next to me. By the end of the evening we were unable to keep our hands off each other. Our friends had had enough. Everyone was going home. All I could think was, now I will have him all to myself. We dropped off a mutual friend and then we took a drive.

We ended up at the end of a side road, down by the river. It was clear out and not too cold. We sat and chatted for a bit. He had slid over and was rubbing my leg through my skirt. My one hand on his leg and the other on his shoulder; running my fingers through his hair. He kissed better than any other man I had kissed. His tongue flicking mine. Kissing me long and hard. He was making me very hot and he knew it. He was teasing me. I so wanted him, right there and then.

After a bit of heavy petting and kissing, this gentle man, was lightly caressing my tits through my top. He asked if he could see them. I couldn’t say no. I pendik escort sat up and lifted my sweater over my head. I started to remove my bra; he stopped me. He leaned forward and began licking and kissing my chest. He found my nipple and nibbled through my bra, making it hard. By this time I was arching my back to get closer to him. My pussy was so wet by this point. I could feel how wet my panties were.

Finally he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. It fell free and the cool breeze reacted with my hot tits; making my nipples stand out even more. My back arched and a moan escaped my throat and mouth. When he whispered in my ear, my pussy contracted. He was asking me if I was enjoying myself. Oh Yes, was all I could manage. My breathing was getting deeper and quicker. Oh was I going to enjoy this.

He grabbed his coat and folded it to make a pillow for me to lie on. Locking my door, I leaned back, while he lifted my legs up onto the seat. Thank god for the older model trucks; single seat. He nestled in beside me and tried to get comfy. His hands now had better access to my hotness. Running his hand over my legs and up my tummy to my naked tits. I was beside myself with passion. I was kissing him deeply and nearly begging him to touch me. I was young and didn’t really know how to ask. He played with my stiff nipples, rubbing his fingers around them. Making me wiggle on the seat, my back arching.

I had never wanted to have sex so much before. Now he was on top of me; his leg in between mine. Rubbing my pussy, still kissing me and playing with my very sensitive nipples. My skirt was rising up my legs. Soon my panties were exposed and he wasted no time checking out my hot wet box. He slide down the seat, bending over to blow on my maltepe escort box; even through the material , it felt fantastic. He hooked his fingers onto my panties and pulled them down.

He now had access to my womanhood. I was incredibly wet. He ran a finger over my pussy lips. This caused my ass to lift off the seat. He moved up and ran his wet finger over my lips and then kissed me. Sharing my juices was very exciting. He then moved down my naked body. Kissing his way down. Once he got to back to my pussy, he began to eat me so amazingly. He flicked his tongue on my hard clit and then he ran it up and down my slit. Narrowly missing my tight hole. All of a sudden he plunged his tongue deep in my hole. My body arched and stiffened. He made me cum so quickly.

Once I came down a bit, he asked if I was ready for a small piece of paradise. Yes, yes. Please give it to me. I had no idea what he had in store for me. I reached out to assist him in getting out of his jeans. His hard cock jumped out of his shorts and my hands went directly to it. I ran my tiny hands over his hot hard cock. It felt great in my hands. He asked me lie back and enjoy. His fingers were rubbing my clit and finding their way to my hole. He was rubbing my sweet juices all over my body. He gave me his finger to suck on. He told me how erotic it was that I was sucking him after he fingered me. I told him how great I was feeling. He informed me that I would feel even better, shortly.

He helped me spread my legs; not so easy to do in a truck. I had one foot braced on the dash and the other on the back window. He kissed my pussy and gave my clit a nip. I was dripping wet. He then got between my legs and placed his beautiful cock at my tight opening. I held my breath kartal escort and he slowly entered me. With every inch I got more pleasure. My pussy walls were wrapped tight around his hardness. He took his time and made sure I was ready before he started to really pump his cock into me. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and we rock together for a bit. I could feel him deep inside me.

He kept whispering in my ear. Telling me how great this felt and how tight I was. He was enjoying it. Again he spread my legs apart and began to give me a serious fuck. The windows of the truck were all fogged up. I was close to coming again and he asked if he should pull out. I said yes. I wanted to see him cum. He made sure I was close and then changed pace. I was going crazy. I so need to cum now. I grabbed his hips. No you don’t. I guided him back to my waiting and wanting hole. He said he was going to cum. I begged him to finish me off. I was now rubbing my clit. His cock filled me again. He began to pump into me. I furiously rubbed myself while he watched. I started to moan. Low at first and then I closed my eyes tight. It was happening. I squeezed my muscles tighter and he really had to work at filling me. My pussy contracted around his hardness. I was thrashing about the seat. My moans now louder and more intense. He pulled out and gave his cock a couple of strokes. He shot his load over my chest and stomach. He then lied down beside me and kissed me; softly and tenderly. I was still shaking from my orgasm. He offered me some tissue to tidy up some. He gently rubbed my arm and shoulder. Kissing my face and lips. The heat inside the truck was intense. We lay there for a bit longer. Chatting. We got dressed and headed for home. He ended up staying the night with me. We made love again before going to sleep and again when we awoke. It was a great first time with someone new.

We ended up dating for a few months. I have other great stories. But they are for another time. Hope you enjoyed.

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I wake up with a smile on my face. A little disoriented, and feeling cold without you by my side. I look around the room which is dimly lit by the light sneaking in between the curtains. I see the glow from the bathroom about the same time I hear the shower turn on. I get a devilish grin across my face as I kick my legs over the side.

I walk across the room as naked as I was when we fell asleep just a few hours earlier. I stop to brush my teeth before sneaking into the bathroom. I pause at the door and watch you through the frosted glass of the stall door. Your head thrown back as you stroke your hair allowing the water to penetrate the thick flowing mane now reaching the top of your small, tight rump is very arousing. I watch as you caress your body under the hard spray of the scolding hot water your hands cupping your firm, full breasts as you turn to let the falling water beat on your back. You catch me out of the corner of your eye and smile as you realize I’m walking toward you. I step into the shower and feel butterflies dance in my belly as you reach for me and wrap your arms around my neck.

“Good morning beautiful, I missed you when I woke up.”

“I wanted to get a head start so we could enjoy our day together.”

“Sara, I’m planning on enjoying every second of you no matter what.”

I lean down and gently kiss you. Despite the hours of love making the night before, the simple kiss we share makes my stomach tighten, and my heart race. I feel my knees knock and I lean into you; partially out of desire to feel you against me, and partially out of a desire not to fall. We are making out passionately, our arms tangled in a hug that rivals that of an anaconda. You pull away for air and I take the opportunity to kiss my way down your long slender neck. My right hand slides up to grip a handful escort ataşehir of hair at the roots, not aggressively but lovingly; my left hand sliding down to savor the perfect roundness of your small but perfect ass. My lips and tongue continue the trail of kisses down and along your neck as I feel your involuntary thrusts against my thigh. I pull back and look into your deep, lovely eyes. You blush and start to look away.

“No, please. Look into my eyes; I want to see YOU.”

You blush and look away again.

“Please, just look into my eyes.”

You pause before relenting, looking me straight in the eye, your resolute chin set and a look of defiance in your eyes. Within seconds the defiance fades and is replaced by a mixture of fear, revelation and excitement. Our embrace tightens subconsciously as we gaze into each other’s souls. I can’t tell you how long we stand there; it’s a moment I’m searing into my mind to be savored for eternity.

Eventually our mouths find each other and we kiss again; there’s something different. Less panicked and more perfect.

I reach for the shampoo as you turn your back to me and lean back into my chest. I take a copious amount of the thick liquid in my hand and start working it into the top of your scalp. You lean forward allowing me to wash your long hair. As I get to the bottom my hands continue down to spread the extra suds over the globes of the ass I’ve been staring at the whole time. You lean back into me and turn your head for a kiss, as you do I slide my hands up, cupping your breasts; squeezing your erect nipples between the knuckles of my fingers. I lather up the scrubbing sponge with lavender body wash and slowly wash your entire body, your constant repositioning within my embrace allows me to cleanse your various regions; but kadıköy escort also affords my mouth the opportunity to taste you all over as well. I find myself becoming aroused by kissing areas I’ve never even considered sexy or sensual before. I stand behind you and gently scrub your back, starting at the top and slowly working my way down to your bum. You pull away and look at me seductively as you sway your hips in a sexy dance as you rinse the suds from your body. As you turn away from me you lean back into me.

My rigid member is nestled between your cheeks, you tease it by squeezing them together. I slide my hand down between your legs, finding your swollen clit. I work it with firm, slow circles causing you to press yourself back into me. I turn you around as I get on my knees if front of you. You lift your left leg putting your foot on the edge of the stall, opening yourself to me. I give you a devilish grin as I start kissing you right below your navel. I kiss and lick every square inch of your lower stomach, groin and inner thighs, teasingly avoiding the spot you want licked so badly. My hands are searching your ass and thighs. I graze your swollen vulva, each time sending shivers up your spine. You are caressing the stubble of my shaved head gently encouraging me to cease the torture and give you the pleasure you yearn for.

I reach around and grip a cheek in each of my stretched out hands as I surprise you by sucking your clit into my mouth without warning. You moan and gasp as I suckle, nibble, lick and flick your swollen love button. My hands are kneading at your butt pulling it apart stretching your tight rosebud. I move my mouth down marginally and invade you with my tongue, reaching as far into your love tunnel as I can. I will never grow tired of the taste of your sweet nectar. maltepe escort bayan Your moans have progressed to the point of being one long, perpetual song of praise broken up periodically by string of profanity expressing the intensity of your pleasure.

You are leaning against the shower wall; your legs are rubbery and threatening to fail you. You take my face in your hands as you fall to your knees in front of me. We kiss; hungrily seeking each other’s mouths. You are being more aggressive than I have ever experienced. You lean into me, forcing me to a seated position as you straddle my lap. We don’t break from our making out as you reach down and take my stiff shaft aiming its mushroom head at the wet opening of your waiting puss. You lower yourself onto me and as you are fully impaled hold yourself pressed against me for a moment. You reposition yourself wrapping your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck. I take your bottom in my hands supporting you as we find our rhythm of slow soft thrusts against each other. You break away from our kiss and look into my eyes.

Our gaze is locked and we continue the exploration of the deeper intimacy throughout the duration of our coupling. It’s too intense! I’ve lost track of controlling my body and feel my orgasm taking over. I don’t need to tell you, it’s as if we know everything about each other at this moment, and I can sense that you are reaching the same point as I. Our eyes widen, our brows furrow and our faces are contorted into the blissful spasm of a climax. I feel your fleshy walls spasm on my hardness a fleeting moment before the ropes of semen erupt from my tip flooding your fertile womb. The orgasms are long and intense, yet our eyes remain locked. After several moments of our thrusts becoming slower and less frequent’ our breaths start becoming more regular and deeper. Our hearts are beating so rapidly that I can actually see your pulse throbbing in your slender neck. You lean in for one more long, slow loving kiss… You pull away, look into my eyes again and say the words I will never grow tired of.

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My second year of college closed with a bad relationship. I hadn’t had sex in three months and my hormones were lighting up like the skies on Independence Day. I needed something, anything, to lay and I had been talking with my friends back home to hook me up. As always, they came through.

Her name was Jamie, and she was 2 years younger than I was, not old enough to drink yet, but old enough for everything and anything else. All I wanted her for was to get my rocks off, and she was legal enough for that.

I hadn’t met her yet, hadn’t even seen a picture. Hell, the guys even bet me that I couldn’t get her into bed the same night I got home from school. After making sure she would actually be at my coming home party, I took the bet and asked what she looked like.

Redheaded was the first thing they said; bastards knew my weakness. Slut was the second thing they said; bastards knew my type. After all, I wasn’t looking for some long term thing, and if we kept bumping into each other, so much the better as long as the sex was good. Either way, I was looking forward to the challenge and to the case of beer and bottle of Jack that was waiting for me after finals.

After the easiest finals of my life, I got myself moved home and the first night back, I was introduced to Jamie. As things turned out, it was going to be easier than I thought.

“So you’re Bran?” a redhead asked me from the couch of my buddy’s apartment. I looked at her and took her in. She was wearing overalls and a sports bra. I couldn’t see panties showing through the gaps in the blue denim, but given her description earlier, I didn’t expect to find any later, either. Her hair was a glorious color of copper with a little natural wavy curl to it, and it was pulled into a ponytail that draped over her shoulder and down her back. Her cheeks were splashed with freckles and they were pale, befitting that she was probably a true redhead. Either way she was skinny and in good shape.

I didn’t have to wait long for the games to begin. I nodded in response to her question. She turned to my friend’s fiancée and took a drag off a cigarette. “This is the one who’s hung like a donkey?” Everyone else in the room about choked, a sly smile crossed my face. Silence filled the room for a second as I sat next to her on the couch and saw that she was in fact panty-less under her overalls.

“Yeah, that’d be me,” I said looking around, sliding my hand to her thigh. “Jim, where’s the beer?” Jim paused the Playstation game and got me a case of semi-cold Budweiser, sliding it over beside the couch. I looked at it and looked at him. “Thanks man, I appreciate it and all, but I said beer, not yellow water.”

“Bran, they don’t sell Guinness by the case and besides, you’re gonna be here a lot this summer, you’re going to be drinking a lot this summer, you’d better learn to drink cheaper,” Jim said, sitting back down. No sooner had I shrugged and twisted the top off my beer than our friend Alex burst through the apartment’s back door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said, looking at me dead in the eyes.

“I was gonna get a little drunk and then find something to screw. Why, what the fuck are you doing?” I said defensively, sliding my hand up Jamie’s thigh. I hit the buttons on the side of her overalls and popped both of them open.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “I never said you could do that!”

“You didn’t tell me no, either,” I said quietly, staring her dead in the eyes. They were an incredible shade of blue with little flecks of green and silver dancing in them. I reached down and grabbed her a beer. She smiled and looked back to Alex.

“So what the hell are you on about?” I asked. Alex gave a disgruntled sigh and got the bottle of Jack out of the freezer.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing drinking that piss? If you’re gonna be drinking, you gotta warm up your liver,” Alex said and tossed me the bottle. The cap hit the coffee table and the bottle tipped up. It was set down with 3 inches taken out of it.

“Holy fuck, you guys weren’t lying about him,” Jamie half-whispered. I picked my beer up and Jim, Alex, and Jim’s fiancée all shook their heads.

“People tend to not do that about me. The truth is so much more fun. Like what else did they say about me?”

“8-inches,” Jamie mumbled quietly and blushed a little. I laughed; they hadn’t under cut pendik escort me by much, but it’s surprising the difference three-quarters of an inch makes. Jamie turned red, then pale, then stared at my crotch. I took the opportunity to slip my hand in through the gap in her overalls and put my freshly chilled hand on her hot thigh. She jumped a little but didn’t shy away. I felt her thigh flex under my fingers, but I left them there, giving her leg a gentle squeeze every so often. It seemed like she was a sure thing, but I wanted her to be ready for it; I wanted her to beg.

“All right. Jim, get the beer ready. Alex, get us some cards. Jamie, stop smoking and go brush your teeth, I don’t want to be tasting cigarette on you all goddamn night. I’ll get the pizza on the way,” I said, grabbing the phone. Nods met me from everyone except Jamie.

“Who said I’d be letting you kiss me?” she demanded, pushing my hand away from her creamy flesh. I pointed to the guys and Kris, Jim’s fiancé. They all nodded and shrugged. “Goddamnit you guys, I didn’t say I’d be fucking him tonight!” she said, almost screaming the last word out. She did, however, get up and stomp to the bathroom. We heard the familiar sounds of running water and scrubbing teeth a few seconds later.

“Man, you never said she was sleeping in the spare bedroom,” I said, clearing the coffee table off so we could play cards. Jim shrugged and started setting things aside.

“Never asked.”

“Thanks, dick,” I said as he got up to get the beer out of the fridge. Jamie stomped back in and flopped down next to me. I gave her a look over again and felt the urge to lick my lips. “So when did kissing turn into fucking?” I asked blatantly. Alex flipped me the pack of cards and Jamie turned bright red, but didn’t say anything. I thought maybe I should be a little nicer; apparently she wasn’t going to be the toy for the evening but someone I’d be seeing all damn summer if I wanted to or not.

I ordered the pizza and we all situated around the table.

“Okay, the first few hands, we won’t drink, just so everyone can get the rules down. Here’s what you have to remember,” I said and dealt three cards face down to everyone. “Nobody look at these cards. These are the last cards you will play and you can play them in any random order.” I dealt three more cards face up and then three more cards face down to everyone. “Okay, here’s the deal. You will take three of these cards and place them face up on the face down cards. Those are the cards you will play one at a time after your hand is completely gone. After the face up cards are all gone, play the face down cards at random. Everybody got that?” Everyone nodded. Jim had at least played this game before, but it was new to Alex, Jamie, and Kris.

“Okay, there are a few special cards. Except for those cards, you generally want to beat whatever is played before you. Multiple cards don’t mean shit. One 4 will beat three 3’s. Got it?” Everyone nodded again.

There are special cards that you can play anytime. Two’s, Tens and Aces can be played at any time. Aces are always high. Two’s restart the pile, and Ten’s clear the pile. If four of any card are played in a row, the pile is cleared and it’s a social drink. When the pile is cleared, the person who cleared it gets to go again, and it’s an open table; they can play anything they want. If a 7 is played, the next person has to play a 7 or under and then it goes back to normal. 8’s skip the next person in the row, and multiple 8’s being played still skips only one person. After you play, if you have less than 3 cards in your hand, draw back up to 3 cards. If the draw pile is gone, play out the rest of your hand and start playing off your face-up cards.”

“Okay, fine, but what happens if you can’t play,” Jamie said, leaning close. Jim smiled. He knew what was coming.

“You drink. If you can’t play because you were skipped, you drink. If you fuck up and play a 9 on a 7, you drink. If you can’t play at all, you pick up the pile and take one drink for each card in the pile. There are at most 12 drinks in a beer, so no milking that beer forever. If you pick up more than 20 cards, you’ll have to finish the drink you have and another one, but that’ll do. That’s the only break you’ll get. Think you can handle it?”

Jim nodded emphatically, Kris shrugged, and Jamie was looking at the three cases of beer and then to the cards.

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said, placing my cards face up and arranging my hand. “We’ll probably run out of beer, and quite possibly liquor before the night is through here. Ready?” Everyone nodded and we played until the pizza guy came. He got a generous tip and left happily and quickly and we got to drinking.

After maltepe escort an hour or so of cards, Kris had to leave the game. She had ulcers and sat out, but kept watching. Jamie was fading fast and had started leaning on me. My hand had more than once slipped back on to that taut thigh of hers. Jim, Alex, and I were all fine yet.

Jamie tried to hold on as long as possible. We started taking it easy on her after it looked like she was either going to pass out or throw up. That helped her some. After my 18th beer I switched over to Jack and Coke and by the time we started having to piss, it was all Jack for me. We played a few more hands, Jaime and Kris sat out. Jaime was laying on me pretty hard, her drunken breath caressing my neck and ear like liquid velvet. My hand moved from her hip to the top of her soft bush, my fingertips basking in the heat radiating from her eager pussy.

After the last card dropped, I finished my glass of whiskey and stood up. Jim cleaned up and a very drunk Jamie pulled me up off the couch. I got up to my feet and walked shakily down the hall after her, watching the left strap, and then the right strap of her overalls come off. The blue material slid down her back and pooled at her feet, giving me an awesome view of her ass as it swayed, both deliberately and drunkenly, in front of me.

I decided to follow suit and pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it past her into her open door. My hands seemed to be moving by themselves as the button snapped on my jeans and the zipper came down. I was mesmerized by the site in front of me; Jamie pulled her sports bra off and threw it into her room. She shook her long red hair from its ponytail and stood against the door, arching her back. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were firm, and her puffy nipples stood out proudly. Her nest of pubes was silhouetted with the rest of her body against the soft yellow of a streetlight pouring through an unseen window in her room.

I moved forward, never breaking stride. I stopped a few feet in front of her and looked her up and down, moving up her left leg to her steaming crotch, up her slender side to her chest, up along her neck to her lusting eyes and then back down.

“Like what you see?” she purred demurely.

“Looks good enough to eat,” I said, my bass-filled voice made even lower by the whiskey. I could see her muscles shiver slightly as the statement sunk in. I picked her up and carried her in the room, gently kicking the door shut behind us.

Her room wasn’t tidy, but it was clean. Her bed was at least a queen sized though, and covered in stuffed animals. I brushed them off with her feet and she started giggling. I dropped Jamie on the side of her bed and spread her legs, taking in the site before me.

Her pubes were as bright red as her hair. I had never seen a red beaver before, and this was a glorious site to my drunken eyes. After taking it in for a moment, I couldn’t help but notice how wet she was already; her thighs were glistening in the pale yellow light from the street.

I knelt in front of her and gave her a good lick up and down, savoring the taste of her plentiful pussy juice before diving in. My tongue was everywhere; diving into her pussy, teasing her outer lips, lavishing her clit, and roving anywhere that juice was. I was fighting a loosing battle; every time I licked, nibbled, or sucked, there was more of her girl cum than just a second before. My lips locked around her clit and sucked while my tongue ravaged the tip. She started moaning loudly and pushed me to her pussy. My tongue snaked up inside her hole and its tip found her g-spot and started gently rocking in and out, tapping it each time. Her moans got even louder and she pulled me away from her smoldering, dripping box.

“Oh my God!” she breathed, her chest heaving. She looked down into my eyes with her sparkling blue pools of desire. “Oh fuck, you’re so good at that, Bran, but right now, I need that cock fucking me,” she said and tried pulling me up by the face. I stood beside the bed and she grabbed the unzipped fly of my jeans and peeled it down my legs. Her left hand snaked inside and lifted my raging cock out and stroked it a few times. “Holy fuck, they weren’t lying!” she whispered and gently started kissing the head while pushing my jeans down.

Her tongue wasn’t the best, but her enthusiasm made up for it. Even through the liquor-induced numbness I could feel her tongue lathering my crown and her lips locking around my shaft as she squeezed as much of it as she could down her throat. She came up for air and laughed.

“I can’t even get my hand around this thing, it’s not going down my throat,” she said and slid back on kartal escort the bed.

“That’s okay, there’s someplace better for it,” I said and pushed my jeans off my feet.

Her knees went up to her chest and she spread her legs, locking her knees behind her elbows. I crawled between her thighs and gave her dripping pussy another lick before sliding up her body, rubbing my chest and belly against her sloppy cunt. I grabbed my shaft and started teasing her entrance with just the tip, rolling it around, slowly jacking her from clit to cunt with it.

“Oh God, stop teasing, just…” she started. I cut her off by sliding into her pussy. It was a tight fit, but it was just right. I heard her cunt squish around my meat as it sunk into her to the tip. I felt her pussy stretching around the last inch of my meat. I was expecting moans, but all she did was throw her head back and arch her back off the bed. It looked like she was screaming but had no breath to do it. I leaned down and started sucking on her left puffy nipple and slowly pulled myself back out of her love vice.

Her breathing accelerated and she almost started hyper ventilating. Her breath caught with each time she inhaled and each exhale was a moan. When I had slowly pulled all the way back out, she looked disappointed. I let my head come completely out of her, our sexes keeping the barest of contact, and a small spurt of her cum came out with my meat.

“In….please….”she panted. I obliged and slowly slid my dick’s full length back into her, stopping inside of her, hitting her g-spot with the ridge of my cock head and then finally sinking back into her until our hips met.

Jamie’s legs wrapped around mine and she ground her pelvis into mine, masturbating herself with my dick as she ground her clit between us. Her arms wrapped around my back and her fingernails dug into my flesh, leaving hot ragged lines in their wake as her hands came up over my shoulders. I started rocking in time with her hips and she started twitching violently, her pussy convulsing around my cock. When it squeezed, it squeezed tight enough to make me want to cum on the spot. When it released, it was so loose that only the top of my thick prick made contact with her. I could feel her pussy fill with her cum around my dick, and each time she contracted, a generous squirting of her juice squirted along my cock, soaking my balls, and eventually dripping down onto the bed, joining the large wet-spot under her.

I caught a look at the clock as she started cumming and kept gently rocking in and out of her. She kept convulsing and twitching, I kept fucking her. After nearly three minutes of her body twitching in the throws of her orgasm, she calmed down and relaxed a little, her pussy still trying to milk my cock, her cum still soaking both of us. Her eyes opened and they were so glazed over I could hardly tell what color they were.

My hips started rising and falling, hers started to follow suit and we slowly fucked each other, listening to her growing moans, the sloppy mess of her juice oozing from inside her, and her ass slapping gently against the puddle of cum on her bed.

“Harder,” she moaned, locking her legs around my ass again. “Fuck me harder. Pound me into the bed,” she begged.

I complied. I started pounding her so hard I thought I was going to break her hips. She screamed breathlessly again and started to orgasm again, almost as hard as before. Her pussy was sloshing around my dick as I plunged my almost 9-inches into her mercilessly. Her cunt contracted this time and didn’t let go as her orgasm hit her like an explosion. Every time my dick withdrew, more of her juice splashed onto the bed. Every time I sunk into her, I was closer to cumming myself and she moved a head on the bed.

“Fas….Fast…” she panted amid moans. My hips started colliding with hers faster and even harder still. Her eyes rolled back slightly and closed and she buried her face in a pillow. Her scream was barely contained as I kept pounding away at her ever-tightening cunt. I could feel every ridge and every bump in her and her muscles flexed quickly like a wave. Her legs were trembling like leaves in a hurricane and I was almost ready to blow. She locked her legs around me and squeezed down tight with her pussy, her cum still squishing out of her abused pussy. Her eyes locked with mine for a minute and then she dropped back onto the bed and buried her face in her pillow a second time and let loose another scream.

I lost it. My cum splashed in her as hard and fast as hers was pulsing out. I felt my cock expand with every squirt, my whole body tingling as her pussy squeezed around it. My dick kept twitching even after the eight powerful streams of cum had whitewashed the inside of her pussy, and her pussy kept squeezing my dick.

“This is going to be a good summer,” I thought half out-loud and we both passed out, drenched in each other’s cum, my semi-hard dick still lodged inside her.

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“This is going to be a great night” said Michelle, shivering a little as she walked along the street. Her boots clicked on the footpath, almost unheard as traffic whizzed by. Her thin, bony hand clutched a bottle of Baileys, the alcohol she had volunteered to bring when the party was organised.

She looked over at Marie, her enthusiasm infectious as they got closer to the hotel.

“I’m getting shit-faced tonight” smiled Michelle.

Marie laughed, a silvery ripple of sound. “I think we all are, babe. Why shouldn’t we?”

She had a point. They were staying at the hotel, along with everyone else. Originally a joke, it had soon become a real event, and it was shaping up to be the best idea Jake had ever had.

As the two girls turned into the lobby, they saw Patrick and Danielle, standing at the elevators.

“Hey, Patrick! ” shouted Michelle. He turned, a self-effacing grin spreading over his features.

“Hey girls. Ready?”

The lift doors opened before they could answer, and the four of them stepped inside. Michelle was nervously chatting about nothing, much to the amusement of the others. The lift came to a grinding halt on the fourth floor, and the doors opened.

Standing outside the lift, dressed in flannelette pyjamas and a bathrobe, was Matthew. He smiled as he recognised them, thin face lighting up in a heart-melting grin.

“Well hello children. Welcome to the party and come inside!”

He turned, opening the door to the hotel room and ushering them inside.

Inside, the first thing they saw was that the furniture had been moved aside, and that mattresses had been set up in front of the television. The bar was lined with alcohol bottles, and upbeat music was playing.

Behind the bar stood Jake, casually pouring a round of shots. His hair stood straight up in spikes, and a cigar perched in the corner of his mouth.

As Matt shut the door, he turned, puffing out a thick stream of bluish smoke and butting out the cigar.

“The party crowd has arrived! Ladies, into the bedroom to get changed, Patrick, into the bathroom. I want you in your sleepwear in five minutes.”

Michelle smiled “What if I sleep naked?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“In that case, either get changed right here where I can see you, or borrow something.” laughed Jake.

“Can I wear your robe then? You’ve got pyjamas on under it.”

Jake bent close to her ear, “Do I?”

Marie and Danielle burst into laughter, exchanging pendik escort glances as Michelle blushed a deep red, secretly thrilled that beneath his robe, Jake was naked. From the bedroom came more laughter.

“Who else is here?” asked Patrick, rummaging around in his bag for his pyjamas.

“Gemma, Rachel and Kerry are all changing in there,” said Matt, gesturing at the bedroom door, “so hop to it, gang.”

As the girls headed into the bedroom, chattering and laughing, Jake turned an apologetic face to the other guys.

“I know, I know. Don’t have sex with your workmates. But I can still tease ’em, can’t I?”

“You’re a shocker, J-boy.” Matt chuckled as Patrick walked into the bathroom, clutching his pyjamas and laughing.

Passing over a Bacardi and Coke, Jake tipped his shot glass, then downed his shot in one quick swallow. “The night is young, big guy. Let’s get this place going!”

When the girls reappeared, they paraded in front of the guys one by one, giggling. Karen wore long, red checkered pyjamas, and made her way over to the couch. Gemma and Rachel wore sensible girly sleepwear, pastel colours and long sleeves. Marie wore a long t-shirt nightie over tracksuit pants, and Danielle some PJ pants and a singlet top over her bra.

“Come on Mishcka,”called Jake, grinning, “if you’re not ready, we’ll understand.” The girls laughed, drinking and dancing a little to the music.

Michelle opened the bedroom door, stepping into the light. She wore a v-neck camisole top in white satin, with a pair of matching short French knickers. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and she was smiling shyly.

As she walked in, Jake let out a low whistle of appreciation. He picked up a drink for her, walking over to her as she stood near the couch. “Very nice.” he whispered, handing her the glass.

“Thanks.” she smiled, taking a long sip

After everyone had drinks, the music was turned off, and everyone settled on the mattresses and couch to watch a movie. Jake sat on the mattress, sprawling and chatting to Danielle, Marie and Matt, careful to arrange his robe when he moved. The movie was a comedy, and Matt’s natural wit only made them laugh harder.

“Anyone want a refill?” asked Michelle.

A round of glasses were passed over to her, and she poured everyone’s drink in turn, delivering them to their owners.

“Here you go Jake” she smiled, standing over him. He looked up, reaching up to grab his drink from her outstretched maltepe escort hand. As she stood again, he flinched as he realised that, because her knickers were so high-cut, he could see into one side, catching a glimpse of pale thigh. As she turned, he could clearly see the brown, springy curls of her pussy. Amazed, he only realised the danger when he felt his cock stiffening.

He quickly adjusted his robe, resting his glass in his lap to hide his erection. Surely, he thought, she doesn’t realise. But when he looked up at her again, she gave him a sly smile, and tipped her glass at him.

He stood, trying for casual and just failing, and stepped through the crowd, heading for the bathroom. “Back in a minute.”

He walked into the bathroom, pushing the door mostly closed behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to decide whether anyone could have seen his hard-on. It was noticable now, while he wasn’t holding it down, but he was pretty sure he’d gotten away with it. Chuckling to himself, he let his robe fall open as he splashed water on his face.

He saw a movement in the mirror when he looked up, and turned quickly, hand reaching to coverh himself. Behind him, leaning against the inside of the closed door, was Michelle. She’d snuck in behind him, just to scare him, but when she saw his cock in the mirror, standing thick and proud, she couldn’t move. She hadn’t expected to be confronted with this, and her mind was racing. She felt the first tingles of arousal stir in her body, and a part of her mind, shocked that she could react like this, began to fantasise about what would happen.

Jake was suprised. Why would she follow him in here? He smiled, letting his robe fall open again.

“Do you mind?” he asked, watching her eyes flicker from his face to his cock, mouth dropping open a little as she took in the size and state of his throbbing erection. He had to stifle his laugh as he walked closer to her.

She smiled nervously, watching him intently as he reached down to gently stroke himself, fingers wrapped around his shaft. “You really should learn to knock, Michelle.” he said, mock-sternness in his voice. “You could have embarrased me.”

She was hypnotised by the movement of his hand, running along the length of his shaft in long, languid strokes. Her eyes flicked up to his face, then back down to his slow masturbating, the moisture gathering in her pussy.

“After all, Michelle, ” he smiled “this reaction kartal escort is all your fault. “

“Why mine?” she stammered.

“I’ll show you.” he grinned, walking towards her.

She backed away as he advanced, until she was hard up against the door. He never took his eyes from her face as he ran his finger up her thigh, sending shivers of delight up her spine, then sliding his hand through the gap in her knickers. She gasped as she felt his hand against her bare pussy, stroking the hair above her clitoris.

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, cock standing up as his knees bent. His hands pushed her knickers to one side, exposing her bush of brown pubic hair and the moist pink slit of her pussy lips. Without hesitating, he pressed his tongue against her labia.

She flinched, body going rigid at his touch. Her hands instinctively grabbed the back of his head, legs opening a little wider. He pressed his head against her further, tongue searching for and finding her clitoris. He tasted the sweet, sticky juices of her arousal, and licked harder, making her shiver and twitch as erotic sensation coursed through her body like wildfire.

She trembled, feeling the first signs or an impending orgasm gathering in her body, when there was a knocking on the door. She jumped, and as Jake pulled away from licking her dripping pussy, she felt a pang of loss. She turned from the door, quickly yelling “I’m in here!”

From outside, she heard Matt’s voice “Me and Patty are just going downstairs. Do you know where Jake is?”

Fighting panic, she stammered “I think he’s downstairs too!”

She heard Matt laugh, and then listened to his receding footsteps. Exhausted, she looked down at Jake’s shiny, wet face.

“That was too close.”

Jake smiled, standing again, cock twitching and just touching the fluffy hair at the top of her pussy. He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away, unwilling to taste her own juices. He kissed her neck instead, lips fastening on her skin and sucking gently, making her head swim again with newly awakened passion.

“Then we’ll have to wait until everyone’s asleep, won’t we?”

He walked past, reaching to open the door. Feeling shameless and daring, she reached out, rubbing his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and she marvelled at the thickness of it, and the unmistakeable feel of his soft skin.

“They’d better sleep soon, then.” Michelle said, squeezing him gently, then walking out as he opened the door for her.

He covered himself as her hand retreated from his robe. Walking back into the lounge room a few minutes behind her, he thought to himself, “When you lot go to sleep, I’m going to be having a lot of overtime to do!”

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I have been dating Sadie for the last month. I have spent all my days off with her, and now, instead of getting a hotel, I stay at her place each time I go see her. The sex continues to be amazing, and whether it is due to her super-horniness or just good chemistry, I try not to think too much about it.

I called her two weeks ago and let her know I had a vacation scheduled for this week, and asked her if she would be able to get away for a week. She had plenty of time available even considering she would be taking maternity leave soon in the next month or so.

I was taking time off to visit the home I owned on a lake about 5 hours away from her town. I had bought the property 10 years ago, and had spent the intervening years remodeling the house and working on making it my permanent home. This trip would be the first since all the renovations had been complete. My brother and his wife were pulling their RV up from their home to stay for the week. The house was small, two bedrooms only, so room was at a premium. My brother, Richard, and his wife Michelle, were bringing my 18-year-old niece Claire as well.

We were leaving on Saturday as I was on vacation from the time I got off on Friday until the following Sunday. I desperately needed a vacation, and the fact I could spend it with Sadie made the time off all the sweeter.

I picked her up and loaded her bags, then drove out. It was nice having company on such a long drive, and we talked through the first couple of hours. After a while, I couldn’t stop looking at her legs in her short dress. She was wearing a loose fitting dress, and as she sat, it barely covered past her upper thighs. I was trying to get a few peeks, and I could tell she was deliberately remaining covered to tease me.

“You keep looking at me like that and we might have to see if an eight-month pregnant woman can give road head,” she threatened.

“We wouldn’t want that,” I said.

She raised her dress up right underneath her belly, and I could see a small sliver of bright blue panties dipping between her thighs. She stretched out, letting her legs fall apart, and I got a good view of the sheer fabric. She was bare, and I had found out she had been lasered some years before, so would never have pubic hair.

She slid her hand down her panties and I could see her fingers through the fabric. She slid a finger in for a few seconds and pulled her hand out. She licked her finger, then looked at me. “Yep, just as I thought….I am very wet.”

She unbuckled and moved to where she could lean across the console of my truck. She unzipped my pants and reached in to pull my very hard cock out. She started sucking, gently at first, then applying more pressure.

I enjoyed the feeling for a few miles before feeling the need to come wash over me. She felt my cock harden, and sucked harder. Knowing how much she loved come, I let go, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt. She sucked every drop, swallowing deeply to take it all in.

She delicately wiped her mouth before tucking me back in my shorts.

“I better get repaid as soon as we get there,” she said.

We pulled down the lane to my house a little after 3 that afternoon. I unloaded the truck and helped her get settled. When she had her stuff situated, she came in the living room and stood in front of me. I pulled her close and slid my hand beneath her dress and slid her panties down over her hips and ass. I cupped her cheeks in my hand and squeezed, feeling the firm flesh beneath her small layer of pregnancy padding.

I had her sit on the couch before I knelt between her legs. I licked and sucked her pussy, paying extra attention to tasting her. Within 20 seconds of concentrating on her clit, she came hard, moaning softly.

I shoved my shorts down and moved closer, sliding the head of my cock into her wet, swollen pussy. When I was in deep, I changed my rhythm, stroking deep and hard. She came twice more while I fucked her.

I kept sinking into her warm, wet pussy, over and over, losing myself in the feeling. Despite coming earlier, I was ready to come again. I pulled out and stroked my cock, letting her watch me pleasure myself. When I came, I aimed each rope onto her wet and open pussy. She reached down and rubbed my come into herself, using my fluids to make her come once again. Afterwards, we showered in my large, tiled shower, and I took extra care to wash her beautiful body very thoroughly. We were drying off when I heard a car door slam. I quickly dressed and walked out to greet my brother and his family.

I hugged Michelle and Claire before grabbing Richard and lifting him off the ground in a bear hug. “Put me down you overgrown meathead!”

My brother is three years older than me, and where I am 6’3″ and very muscled, he is 5’10”, with a runner’s physique. His size is no indication of his physical prowess, as he gives me a run for my money in wrestling matches.

“How are my beautiful ladies?” I asked, turning to my sister-in-law and escort ataşehir niece.

“Great,” said Michelle. “God, it is so beautiful here!”

“Uncle Robert, thank you so much for the graduation present! I can’t believe you got me a car!”

Buying my niece a car for graduation was not my original intent. I had started putting money into a college savings account for her when she was born, and what I thought might amount to a few thousand to help out, ended up being in excess of $50,000. When she earned a full ride scholarship to Texas Tech, I used part of the money to buy her a graduation gift. The remainder of the money is still in the account, growing, and will be given to her when she graduates college.

Richard is a very good, very successful financial planner. I have been investing almost 60% of my salary with him since I started working in the oilfields 15 years ago. I live frugally, and over time, I have developed a very healthy portfolio. I paid cash for the run-down house and land, and have paid cash on the remodel. I have a very small apartment that is cheap and my truck payment, and other than utilities, I have no other bills. The trip to the lake is two-fold…..one reason is to spend time with my family and Sadie, and the other is a business meeting.

I turned from my family and watched as Sadie walked out. She waved and walked over, shoulders back, head high, not trying to conceal her pregnant state.

Michelle let out a low whistle. “I see what you see in her,” she whispered.

I introduced her to my clan and we went around the house and settled the women on my lake front patio while Richard and I went to park his camper. It was short work as I had essentially set-up an RV hookup with all the amenities of a RV park.

By the time we returned to the patio, Sadie had made fast friends with Michelle and Claire.

“Richard and I are going into town for groceries and stuff. Anyone wanna tag along or can we get you anything?”

“I’m going to put my suit on and go for a swim,” said Claire.

“We’re fine,” said Michelle. “You boys have fun shopping.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Once Robert and Richard left, the women waited until Claire had went for her swim before the real talk began. Sadie was nervous, but really wanted to know how Robert’s family felt about him dating a woman who was pregnant.

“So, when Robert told you he was dating me, how long did it take him to tell you I was pregnant?” she asked.

“Honestly? We didn’t know you were pregnant until you walked out of the house.”

“No way! He didn’t tell you?”

“One thing about Robert is he is infuriatingly close-mouthed. He takes the strong, silent thing to the extreme. He called us a while back and told us he had met someone and wanted us to meet her. He called later to tell us you would be joining us out here this week. Other than that, he has said little.”

Sadie laughed. “Was it a big shock?”

“Not really. Robert is strange. He has never done the ‘normal’ thing, so surprising us would take a lot more than a pregnant belly. How far along are you?” Michelle asked.

“A little over eight months. It probably goes without saying the baby isn’t his.”

It was Michelle’s turn to laugh. “Yeah. I won’t get nosy, but the father isn’t in the picture?”

“No. He never was really. I got drunk, got stupid, got laid. Never saw the guy again. I was on the pill, it failed, and here I am. The last thing I planned was to start dating six months pregnant. In case you guys are worried, I’m not looking to make Robert this baby’s daddy or anything.”

“I know, honey. Robert has the best bullshit detector of anyone I know. If he wants to be with you, it’s because he really likes you and trusts you.”

“How long have you known him?”

“Robert? Oh shit, Richard and I started dating when were 16, so roughly 22 years. I have watched him grow from an oversized teenager to an overgrown man.”

“He is big, isn’t he?” Sadie said. “He makes me feel like a midget. Plus, the quiet thing? Drives me crazy! At first it was awesome! A man who listened. Then I realized he never said anything personal. He has just started coming around and opening up a little.”

“That’s Robert. It probably took two years to get him to say more than five words to me. Hell, we were in college before he had a full conversation with me.”

“He went to college?”

“Yes. Full ride scholarship. He only finished his freshman year. There was some trouble, so he quit and headed to the oilfield.”

“Football scholarship?”

“Academic actually. The boy is a certified genius, but hates the indoors. He was going for his degree in chemical engineering, but decided he wanted to work outside with his hands.”

“You said there was trouble in college? Can you tell me?” Sadie hated it, but she had heard too many times about guys getting in trouble with date rapes and wanted to make sure it was nothing like that.

“Sure. It involved me, so I can kadıköy escort tell you. Richard worked nights at the mall, and without me knowing, Robert had made a habit of walking over on the nights Richard worked to check on things around our place. We lived in married housing and Robert lived in the dorms. Anyway, one night he comes by and hears a noise from the side of the house. He goes around and checks and sees two guys peeping in my window. There was a small hole into our bathroom window they could see through, and they were watching me shower. I had put Claire to bed and was getting ready for bed. Huge mistake on their part. Robert wasn’t as muscled as he is now, but he was still a big boy. He ended up putting them both in the hospital with broken bones.

I didn’t know anything had happened until I got out of the shower and heard the ambulance and cops pull up. Here I am in my robe, trying to figure out why my brother-in-law is in cuffs. The police didn’t press charges on Robert, but he was suspended by the university. They let him finish after investigating, but it soured him on college.”

Michelle got a little teary eyed. “Something else happened that night….something I’m not proud of, but something that says a lot about him. Richard and I were having problems. In fact, he cheated on me right before this all happened and we were having a really rough patch.

“Here I was, in my robe and I bring Robert inside. He had just protected me, I was hurt with Richard, and he was just so cute. I dropped my robe and propositioned him. He’s no saint, so he looked. Then he picked up my robe and covered me up. I asked him why not and he said, ‘Cause in 20 years from now, when you and Richard are as happy as can be, I want to be able to look you both in the eyes.’ He turned around and walked home. I thank him for that to this day.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, that was the only time I have ever been attracted to him.”

“No worries. I haven’t known him long, but he seems trustworthy.”

“You have no idea. Do you know what else makes me love the big lug? When we had Claire, Robert comes in to see her, and he picks her up and holds her, and tears just streamed down his face. He said she was the most beautiful thing her had ever seen. After he went to work and started making money, he started a college fund for her. When she got her scholarship, he bought her a car for graduation with the money.”

“That is amazing. I could see how much he loved her just looking at them.”

“She loves him right back. She had a boyfriend a couple of years back that was just no good. We tried everything to keep them apart, but she was going through a phase and nothing we said did any good. Robert came for a visit and took her for dinner and had a long talk with her. Neither one has ever told us what was said, but the next day she broke it off with the guy and has been on the straight and narrow ever since. He also had a heart-to-heart with guy and he never showed his face around us again.”

They talked for another half hour until the guys showed up with groceries. While they were throwing dinner on the grill, Claire returned from the lake and went in to change.

* * * * * * * * * *

I knew as soon as I walked up that my dear sister-in-law had filled Sadie’s ear. I didn’t mind as I had expected her to blab about everything under the sun. I really had nothing to hide, so was not worried about Michelle divulging too much.

During dinner, Richard mentioned something about our business meeting coming up in a couple of days. I shot him a look, which he read and stopped talking.

I was ready, both mentally and financially to get out of the oilfield. I had done all the landscape work on my own, and during a conversation with a neighbor, he mentioned there was a landscape business for sell. The owner was a poor businessman, and his work was less than stellar. I had arranged to talk with him about buying his equipment, and Richard and I were meeting with him to hammer out the details. I didn’t want to let Sadie know as it meant me settling at the lake permanently and we had not reached that point where we could talk about her moving.

After dinner, we had drinks on the patio and talked for hours. Claire and Sadie were engrossed in their own conversation, so Richard, Michelle and I caught up. Of course, Michelle gave me a quiet earful on keeping Sadie’s pregnancy quiet.

“I didn’t think it mattered,” I said.

“Of course it doesn’t, but that isn’t the point.”

Women. Logic never works. I looked at Michelle and sighed in frustration. She gave me a big smile in return, knowing she won the round. Michelle has always been a beautiful woman, and has grown more beautiful with age. I had a crush on her when Richard started dating her, and it has never really gone away. She is of Scandanavian descent, and it shows with her pale blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She is tall, almost as tall as Richard, and is lean, with small breasts, maltepe escort bayan and a small little bubble butt.

I looked over at Claire, and could see both of her parents in her. She has Michelle’s blond hair, but is a shade taller at 5’11”. It killed Richard his daughter was taller than him, a point which I never let die. She has a killer body, which brought out the over-protective part of Robert’s personality.

“Well, ladies, my bed is calling me,” yawned Richard. “Why don’t we leave these two love birds in peace for the night?”

We all said our goodnights, and I followed Sadie inside. We showered together and talked about our day. “So, after getting the scoop from Michelle, do you still want to be around me?” I asked.

“Absolutely! She gave me all the juicy details. How did you resist jumping her when she got naked in front of you?” she teased.

My face went scarlet red. “She told you that? Oh my god, that woman. It wasn’t easy, let me tell you.”

She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, pulling me close. “You are a good man, Robert Mason.”

We kissed and I pulled her out and dried her off before leading her to the bedroom. As she was crawling into the bed, I stopped her by grabbing her hips, then knelt beside the bed and looked at her glorious ass. I spread her legs a little and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her sexy little pussy, already wet with want. I leaned forward and tasted her, kissing and licking her pussy from behind. She pushed back against my face and I slid my tongue in deep to taste her desire.

“Fuck, you are so good at that. Make me come!”

I followed orders, licking and sucking her clit until she came, trembling. She rolled over and lay on her back, panting. I slid up beside her and cupped her tits in my hands.

“I think they are getting even bigger,” I noted.

“Don’t remind me. They are so sore. It feels good when you rub them.”

I massaged them, paying attention to the nipples. She reached over and started stroking me, and I moved between her legs, placing my cock between her wet lips.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I want you to put your cock in me.”

I looked down where my cock nestled between her hairless lips, then up her body, over her swollen belly, and across her breasts with her erect nipples. Her eyes were hooded with desire, and looked up at me longingly. “Dirtier,” I directed.

She knew I loved to hear her talk dirty, and had no problem complying with my request. “I want you to put your long, thick cock deep inside my wet cunt.”

I slid in deep in one thrust. She cried out in pleasure at the sensation of being stretched fully. “Fuck me! Please, fuck me hard.”

I gripped her rounded hips, pulling her closer to my kneeling body and thrust in and out, watching her huge breasts bounce with each stroke. This woman turned me on more than any other ever had, and I pleasured her to the best of my ability.

I pulled out and had her straddle my legs facing away. I guided my cock into her wetness and watched as she lowered herself down fully onto my erection. I loved her ass in the position and could watch all night as she rode me. When she took me in fully, she would clench her ass together, squeezing my cock, before releasing and moving up. Her weight gain had added a thin layer of flesh on top of her muscled ass, and the hint of cellulite as she clenched turned me on more than anything.

She reached between her legs and starting rubbing her clit and I could tell she was close to coming. Her breathing quickened and she threw her head back and moaned, before tensing fully before she released in her climax. “Fuuuuccckkkk!” she cried. She fell forward onto her hands, and almost came off my cock. I managed to move my hips so I didn’t come out, content to be inside her as she recovered.

She moved forward and looked back over her shoulder. She rested her belly lightly on the bed and put her head down, ass as high In the air as she could get it. “Fuck my cunt from behind,” she said.

I moved up to my knees behind her and slid my cock in. With a firm grip on her hips, I fucked her long and deep in slow hard thrusts. My goal was to make her come once more, so while I told her to play with her clit, I slid my thumb into her tight ass. She was so wet her entire ass crevice was slick with her juices, so my thumb slid easily inside her ass.

Within seconds of this treatment she came.

It was my turn, so I asked her how she wanted me to come. She liked variety, liking all aspects of come. She liked her tits, face, ass, pussy, and even belly come on, so I liked her to decide what way appealed to her the most.

“I want you to fuck my face and come in my mouth,” she said. She rolled onto her back and turned her face to the side. I knelt in front of her and slid my cock in her mouth. I thrust in shallowly, putting my hand on the back of her head and using her mouth to pleasure my cock. I looked between her spread legs and gazed at her well fucked open pussy, which sent me over the edge. She curled her arm around the back of my legs, trapping me deep in her mouth as I unleashed the first few hard streams into her mouth. She released me and I thrust, finishing my orgasm as she swallowed my come.

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This is the story of Jessica, or rather Jess, as she preferred to be called.

To the best of my ability, I’ve attempted to ensure that this story is accurate, however it occurred years ago, and my memory is somewhat rusty.

Jess was a long-time childhood friend, although more accurately she was initially my sisters childhood friend. She was two years older than me, the same age as my sister, and together they attended the same highschool.

Jess was always particularly free spirited, playful, and seemingly always full of light and life. From the moment my sister first befriended Jess (or perhaps it was the other way around), and when I first met her, I found myself enthralled by her whenever I was in her presence. There was something simultaneously intense, and carefree about her. I think it was her eyes, and her boldness that fed the impression of intensity – her eyes were striking, large, and animated. I often found myself getting lost in them, staring, even. But her attitude to life was refreshing, and invigorating. She had such a thirst for life, for knowledge, for experiences. It was irresistible to me.

As I cannot find words to correctly express how I felt about her eyes, I can only compare them to a particularly famous pair – those of Liesl in “The Sound of Music” (actress Charmain Carr), who altogether looked rather a lot like Jess.

I often tagged along with my sister and her friends when they went to the beach (which was fairly a frequent occurrence, as we lived only 20 minutes away) – I think my mother liked having an excuse to get her recluse of a son out into the sun. I have many fond memories taking the two-seater kayak out with Jess, enjoying the way the Australian sun heated her almost translucent, alabaster skin, which was always well coated in sunblock (applied lovingly by me, when possible). She would arch her head back, soaking up the warming rays, and relax whilst I paddled us down the local lagoon. Her hair was a lovely, luscious brown, her figure tall, lithe and slender. Even when I was young, I adored her. I can’t say when that adoration changed into attraction, but at some point, I stopped seeing her as my sisters friend, and started seeing her very clearly as “my crush”.

Over the years, most likely due to her flirtatious, free-spirited nature, that attraction grew, and to my great surprise she was reciprocating. The attraction, to my astonishment, was mutual. We’d message on MSN endlessly, staying up til ungodly hours, early in the morning, discussing everything we could think of, philosophy, religion, the future. That last one was a popular topic, it came up often. And eventually, we added a new topic, that would soon eclipse all the others:

Sex.

We started to trade stories – what we wanted to do to each other. They were clumsy stories, the stories of two inexperienced teens infatuated with one another, and incapable of doing anything about it. No matter how many colourful ways I described how I’d bend her over and ravage her, or sweetly meld our bodies into one, entangling our limbs in silken sheets, we knew we’d never get a chance. My sister was a looming spectre, and ever-present reminder that she was off-limits.

Back then, at the peak of my hormonal rages, sex was all that was on my mind, and as a result, Jess was constantly on my mind too. I’d imagine her silky smooth, milk pale skin, her rosy nipples, her piercing, hypnotic eyes. I’d imagine her curves, her wetness. She consumed me, and my thoughts. And so every night, we’d write new stories for one another, and then she’d call me over skype so I could hear her moan and writhe in her sheets as she read my latest instalment in our imaginary romance. We continued like this for a year, at least.

Jess had always known what she wanted, always known how to get it. Her sexuality, even when we were young, was just as intimidatingly intense as those eyes of hers, and she was always wanting more.

During that year, every time we met up, my sister and the rest of her group of friends was there, watching every move, noticing nothing of our secretive glances, our hidden smiles, our inside jokes and our endless excuses to be alone. But nothing really happened, with so many witnesses. Sometimes at the beach I’d find an excuse to run a hand along her bodice, whilst being batted around by the waves, or I’d get a chance to kiss her on the kayak, far from prying eyes.

Then one day, my sister decided to have a movie night, a sleepover, with her whole group. All in all, I think there were 5, with my sister included. And as they all knew me, and I was friendly with all of them, I comfortably sat down and joined in. Jess sat beside me on the lounge, and I drew a blanket over us. Everyone else was doing the same, as we always did on movie nights. She placed a pillow over my lap, and laid down across it, her head above the blankets, her body concealed below. For reasons I cannot fathom, no one found this strange. I suppose either they had learnt pendik escort to accept that Jess was comfortable with me, or otherwise were simply oblivious to the benefits of our positioning.

At long last, I had a chance to explore every delectable, delicious inch of her body. We had to move slowly, to avoid being noticed by any wandering eyes. Even with all the lights in the house turned off, the light from the television illuminated just enough so that any large movements would be noticed. I was gentle and cautious in my explorations, slow and delicate were my fingertips as they glided over the mountain and valleys of her skin. I traced her collar bones, the contours of her breasts, small but firm, and down all the way to her waistband. I didn’t hesitate, I had no need. I knew she wanted this, craved it just as much as me by the craziness in those intense, brilliant eyes of hers as she turned her head sightly to look up at me. I felt as though her eyes were glowing with internal illumination, little lighthouses of startling brightness, and that everyone could see the way she was looking at me. But no one saw a thing.

I let my hands run free over her ivory silken body, drawing imperceptible ripples of pleasure from her as I teased at her rose pink nipples, turning her breathing heavier, raspier as she struggled to maintain her composure, til I found the hem of her panties, and dove my fingertips under them, onto her trimmed pubic mound, before settling my index finger on her clit, where it remained, moving nearly imperceptibly, in slow, lazy arcs, steadily building pressure for the rest of the movie, and the one after that.

That night, I could not sleep. What man could, after such an experience? Every noise was amplified a million times, every noise was oppressive and extreme, as I willed her to walk down the corridor from my sisters’ room and enter my room. But alas, she didn’t. I woke to find a message on my phone, that one of the girls had only fallen asleep at 3am, and she’d had no chance to make her escape. Her disappointment was palpable as we had breakfast, though only I perceived it.

The frequency and intensity of our messaging reached a peak, after that. Many nights we’d stay up talking til the fiery dawn light broke over the hills, and sifted through the rustling gumtrees, and the lorikeets and galahs greeted us with their songs and screeches. If I was an eager, horny teen, then Jess took it to a whole new level. Morning would come and still she would beg for me to write another page, another story, and her fingers worked away between her legs, and she would divulge her deepest desires and fantasies, asking me to fulfil them with flowery words. I have many fond memories of watching day break as I heard her sweet voice, her ragged moans.

Then, for a period, for whatever reason, we each went our own ways, finding ourselves in a series of short-lived relationships. But like all good things, they came to an end, but not without a silver lining. Both of us gained valuable experience, which I intended to put to good use.

By the time I was 18, and she was 20, Jess was an absolute picture of perfection. Her curves had filled since the last time I’d seen her, her hips were wide, her waist narrow, her form was more womanly than girlish. Her eyes remained as indescribable as ever, startling in their intensity and beauty. I was intoxicated by her, and when she walked through the door, I was struck by how strongly I felt for her, reliving every memory of our past as I saw her. In the time that had passed since our last sleepover, I’d been so distracted with other girls, lesser girls, that I’d all but forgotten of Jess, until I opened the door to greet her and felt the gears turn in my mind, the old memories resurface.

Everyone settled back into old routines, and once again I found myself with Jess’s warm, slender form sprawled over me, her legs curled up on the lounge, her body tucked under the blanket, her head on a pillow in my lap, her back against my side. And once again my hands found their way into her clothing, where they explored her hungrily. I discovered she was wearing a bra which zipped at the front, which both fascinated and frustrated me, as I could not silently undo it, and had to be satisfied with simply exploring under the cups of her bra. Her breasts were smooth, soft mounds, not too small nor too large, probably a C cup. Her nipples, so perfectly sized, hardening under my fingertips, drove me wild. I probably spent the whole first movie just enjoying her lovely breasts, circling her nipples with my fingertips, gently twisting them, hardening them, sometimes running my fingers as light as I could over them just to enjoy the reaction. She was incredibly sensitive, and oh so lovely.

Eventually, I traced down along her sternum, to her belly, which was flat and smooth and lovely, and down to her pants, which she had already unbuttoned – without me noticing, or asking. My hand found its favourite place maltepe escort again, this time encountering very little hair – what remained was only a small, trimmed triangle. Her wetness was encouraging, and her slick, hot slit begged to be touched. I extended a finger down to her opening, and inserted just the tip – extracting a low, rumbling moan from her, but more importantly, covering my finger with her slick, sweet juices. I returned to her clit, circling it, teasing it, until every contact no matter how miniscule had her squirming, and I ceased my torturous ministrations, as I was afraid we’d be caught.

In lieu of her sensitive clit, I lowered my hand, and my fingers found their way inside of her. The soft, hot folds of her wetness enveloped me, as I made small circular motions with the pads of my fingertips inside her. We were both in heaven, our smiles totally inappropriate to the horror movies selected for Halloween movie night. Hey eyes were glazed over, their intensity veiled behind contentment, edged with desire. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and her dark hair was strewn over her face, which was coated in a thin film of sweat. I worked my fingers inside of her like the piston of a steam engine, whilst she struggled to maintain steady breathing and composure, keen to avoid the notice of the other girls in the room.

We were the last to leave the living room and head to our respective rooms after the movie ended. I stole a risky kiss from her as we mounted the stairs and headed to bed.

Once again, sleep escaped me. I was full of nervous energy, and bubbling with expectation. This time, everything went according to plan. The girls were asleep soundly, all except one, who at 1am snuck away “to the bathroom”, which was adjacent to my room, all the way down the hallway. She took the wrong door – and entered my room. With the delicate motions of a flower bending to the wind, she closed the door behind her silently and smoothly, then sauntered over to my bed in the moonlit dark, a lithe, elegant feline walk, full of grace and confidence.

Her first words as she approached me were complaints of how loudly the wooden hallway had creaked as she had made her escape, though to me they were a blessing, each step echoed through the silence and with each gentle tiptoe my anticipation mounted.

I knew she was on birth control, we’d messaged each other ever since finding out she was coming over for another sleepover, and somehow it had seemed like a relevant detail to her. Whilst I’d been distracted with other girls, she’d been doing her own romantic exploration, and had already two notches carved onto her proverbial rifle stock, so I knew I had no need to be overly gentle. Sad as I was that I would not be her first, I was eager to see what she had learned.

She sat on the edge of my bed, and I rose to kiss her, properly this time. I took her face into my hands, running one behind her neck and into her hair, my fingertips massaging her gently as they wove their way into her luscious, dark hair. The kiss started slowly, passionately, as we each tried to weld our faces together, to meld into one being of lust and wetness and desire. I withdrew a hand from the side of her face, and down onto her chest – disappointed to find she was without her zippered bra, which I had been looking forward to undoing. She giggled slightly at my silliness as I pushed her onto the bed, and withdrew my face from hers, and, lifting her shirt off her, planted my lips first on the side of her neck, then down to her lovely rose pink nipples, enjoying the sensation as they hardened in response to my touch.

I gently sucked, nibbled and licked my way around her breasts, each of them left with a film of saliva as I lowered my head further, pulling off her pyjama pants and her panties, determined to use what meagre experience I had to make this a memorable experience for her and so set about burying my face in her hot, sweet pussy, enveloping her clit with my mouth and running circles around it with my tongue. I licked up the entirely of her slit, tasting her exquisite, complex taste, feeling the soft smoothness of her skin on my tongue.

My fingers joined my mouth in their pursuit, and found their way inside of her hot wetness, as I suckled on her clit. I massaged the delicate folds of her tightness, and she arched her back and writhed under my touch, the combined assault of tongue and fingertips driving her to ecstasy.

I pulled myself away from her perfection and began to kiss her again as I lined my manhood up with her slick, searing hot pussy, kissing her eagerly and hungrily. I pushed myself into her, her legs up around my waist, ankles crossed over the small of my back, as I plunged into heaven itself. Now, I’m not the largest man in the world, being only slightly above average in length and girth, but the walls of her lovely pink pussy were tight and accepted me with only the smallest need for persuasion in the form of pulling kartal escort her hips against me, and I found myself fully encased in her exquisite, wet perfection. I ran a hand up to her perky, picturesque chest, and groped at her soft mounds, using my thumb and forefinger to tease her nipple into a hard spire, as the other hand controlled her hips as we collided in waves of unbridled passion and desire.

After some time had passed with her legs crossed over my back and my cock impaling her deeply and greedily, I flipped her around til she was on all fours, and I could admire her shapely figure from behind. Her ass was round, and as I reached my hands down to her waist, I felt her skin, smooth as silk. Her skin was milky white, and her pink pussy bright and soaking wet as I plunged myself back inside of her, slamming against her ceaselessly as we tried our very best to stifle our moans and control our breathing. I fucked her like a man possessed, drawing on years of unfulfilled desires and secretive, furtive romance for energy as I pushed myself into her sweetness again and again, the encompassing warmth of her tightness filling me with more desire every time I thrust into her.

She looked back at me, hunger in her eyes, pulled me out of herself, then pushed me to the bed, mounting me. She lined up her tight, warm wetness with my engorged cock and began to gyrate her hips, rolling her clit over my skin as the rode me. Her back was arched, her perfect, perky breasts bounces ever so slightly as she moved. The sight was enthralling, intoxicating. I ran mind hands up from her waist, along her taut belly, to those perfect mounds of soft flesh, as she increased in intensity and her breathing became ragged and laboured. I began to thrust back into her thrusts, meeting her with enthusiasm as she worked her body in perfect unison with mine, until I felt that familiar feeling building within me.

I leant upwards, taking a nipple into my mouth and nibbling on it before disengaging with her perfect breast and whispering soft to her that I was about to cum – and asking where she wanted it. In between her ragged, heavy breathing all she said was “cum in me”. Never have I heard sweeter words, nor more eloquently delivered, than those three words gasped between rasping breaths.

I allowed the waves of pleasure to roll over me as I laid back, and resumed thrusting eagerly into her as she rode, my hands on her hips rolling with her motions. As I came, the sensations overwhelmed me like an avalanche, a wave of powerful feelings, both physical and emotional draining me entirely as I filled her with hot cum, and she slowed her riding down, increasing the exaggerated rolling motion of her hips as she wound down, my cum settling inside of her, my dick slowly loosing stiffness.

I rolled her onto her back, and kissed her deeply, my cock still ensconced within her, trying to make the moment last as long as I could. I glanced to the side, and saw it was 3.30am. We had been going for over two hours, and all I wanted was more. I kissed from her sweet lips to the neck, down her collar bone, and finally extracting my spent, soaked manhood, shifted back on the bed, and leant down and took her nipple into my mouth. I ran my tongue in circuitous motions over it, looking up at her gorgeous face, then lowered myself once more.

I could not care less that I had just cum in her, I needed to take her clit into my mouth one last time, and sucked greedily and eagerly on that sensitive nub, enjoying the way she writhed. But soon, she began to push at my shoulder with her hand, and gestured to the clock, and said she had to get back to her room. She seemed flustered, her sense of urgency returning. I dressed her, cum dripping from her pussy into her panties, and she left with a kiss goodbye, back to my sisters’ room.

The next morning, I woke to find the gaggle of girls at breakfast, and Jess too cautious to make eye contact with me, lest a glance would betray her. She messaged me later that week to tell me that she’d just come out of a serious relationship, and that I had made for a good rebound. Regardless, with my sister in the picture, we had no chance at a future together.

My sister never found out, and none of her friends suspected a thing. Our secret was safe, and became a cherished memory I will never allow myself to forget. When I am old, weak, and fragile,

I shall still look back on that night and imagine her perfect form bathed in the blue moonlight, her brilliant eyes staring deep into mine, and those sweet moments we shared.

After that, my sister and Jess drifted apart, as Jess moved and her social circle changed. She explored her sexuality with new people, eager to try new things and live her life to its fullest, and not long after my night with Jess, I started on a series of short-lived, and ultimately unsatisfying relationships, which ended our contact. None the less, she had a profound impact on my life, and started a pattern of older women that persists to this day.

I’ve only seen her once since then, years later, at the wedding of a mutual friend, with her partner of several years. It was a bittersweet reunion, but she seems much the same, as gorgeous and lively as ever.

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Sarah’s best friend Tammy was married to an Indian guy she met in college. Tammy was a virgin when they married, but now she is the happy mother of three little boys. Tammy and Sarah hang out a lot, talking about everything from school to summer camp. My wife is a big fan of those ‘Cosmo-type’ magazines and she loves taking those quizzes. Last month’s edition had a special titled, “Does size matter.” I’ve always considered myself above average, eight inches long when I am fully erect. Sarah has never complained. Tammy on the other hand told Sarah that her husband, Neraj was only three inches long. Sarah didn’t believe it.

Last weekend we had a pool party and Tammy convinced Neraj, who had been drinking all afternoon and could be considered drunk, to let Sarah take a peek at his penis. Sitting on the edge of the hot tub, I saw Sarah looking down Neraj’s pants. I couldn’t imagine what was going on and just as I was about to walk over and say something, Sarah put her hand in his pants and it appeared she was holding his penis. In Sarah’s defense, she was drunk. Tammy, who does drink, was laughing at Neraj and Sarah. Sarah let go and began laughing herself. I decided to wait until later to find out what that was all about.

In the meantime Tammy came over to the grill and spilled the beans. She explained how Sarah didn’t believe her estimate. Tammy then asked me, “Can I see yours? It is only fair.” I refused, but Tammy kept on. I looked over at Sarah and Neraj, they were sitting opposite from one another pendik escort in the hot tub chatting. Tammy took my hand and pulled me into the cabana and pulled down my trunks. Flaccid, my penis is maybe four inches long, but Tammy shrieked, “It is sooo big!”

Hearing her excitement I began to become aroused. I held it in my hand and said, “If you think it is big now, wait until it gets hard.” It didn’t take long before I was fully erect, my cock curving up pointing at my wife’s friend. Tammy didn’t ask for permission, she just grabbed it causing a drop of precum to form at the tip. Just as it was about to drip to the floor she caught it on the tip of her finger and rubbed it into her clit. I said, “Why did you do that?”

She got red in the face, “I want you to make me pregnant.” Tammy unhooked her top and dropped her panties. I looked out the window and saw Sarah and Neraj deep in conversation. Tammy leaned back on the couch and said, “Please, cum inside of me, hurry, I need you now.” Between Tammy’s legs I could see her vagina was swollen and wet. Could I just fuck her this easy? Without thinking I climbed over her and slipped my penis inside of her. She moaned as I did, begging me to cum. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and begged over and over until I couldn’t help myself. I filled her with my semen and she thanked me over and over.

She quickly dressed and we returned to the hot tub. Tammy spent the rest of the evening talking to Sarah. Later that night Sarah would tell me Tammy maltepe escort wanted her to sleep with Neraj. I told Sarah she could if she wanted to. Tammy had told Neraj he could do the same. By the end of the evening, both Sarah and Neraj were completely drunk, too drunk for intercourse, but Tammy and I helped both of them to bed. We removed their clothes and Tammy even thought to unwrap a condom so they would think they had ‘safe’ sex. Once we had them staged, Tammy told me she wanted me to fuck her again. We had sex two more times that night.

The next morning Neraj woke up first and realized he was in bed with my wife. He could recall talking about having sex with her, but he was certain he wouldn’t have done it. Then he saw the used condom and realized he must have. He couldn’t remember doing it. That was when he slowly pulled the covers down from on top of my wife. He was aroused and her legs were slightly agape. He lifted his body over her and with little difficulty positioned his little cock between her legs. Spreading her legs he slid his small cock inside of her, just bigger than a finger he was like a piston stroking in and out of her. Sometime during intercourse Sarah awoke and instead of stopping him she began helping him. Her hips rotating in conjunction with his thrusts. She began to feel herself having an orgasm. Sarah has a hard time getting off, but Neraj had her at the brink of an orgasm.

I heard Sarah from the other room and stood in the doorway watching Neraj on top kartal escort of my wife. Sarah’s legs were intertwined between his and the light skin of her arms and legs stood in contrast with his tanned complexion. Sarah began whimpering as she came. She begged him to keep going, to keep fucking her, “Oh god, this is good. Don’t stop. Tammy is so lucky.” Then she opened her eyes and saw me and said, “Oh god, I am sorry.” She loosened her grip on him, her legs releasing him. Something snapped inside of her, by releasing the tension her orgasm hit a new level. She began to whimper again, I could see the regret in her eyes as she looked away as she let Neraj take her further and further.

Slowly her arms encircled him again and her legs gripped his and she said, “I am ready, cum inside of me.” Before long I could see he was cumming inside of my wife. She arched her back as she felt his semen fill her. When they were done Neraj turned around and saw me watching. He jumped up and apologized profusely. I told him it was no problem and walked away.

Sarah met me at the house an hour later. She apologized and explained she had no idea how they ended up in bed. She explained how Tammy had told her about her husband’s tiny dick. I laughed suggesting that it seemed as though he knew how to use it. We didn’t talk about it after that.

The next week Tammy spilled the beans to Sarah that we had sex. How she was impressed with the size of my cock, but how she preferred Neraj’s love making to mine. Sarah admitted to Tammy that she preferred Neraj as well. Tammy, to Sarah’s surprise, offered her husband any time Sarah wanted. Sarah began stopping by their home almost daily freely admitting to me what she did when she was there. It was my own fault I guess.

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