Seduced by Youth Ch. 03

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Brunette

“I need a shower.” I said getting off the bed. I headed towards the door. I noticed that Laurie was following me as I entered the bathroom.

“I’m so sticky, so I thought I would join you.” I stepped into the shower and she stepped into it in front of me. She closed the shower curtain and turned on the water. She held a wash cloth under the water and lathered some soap in it. She handed me the wash cloth. “Wash my back?” she asked. I grabbed the wash cloth from her as she pulled her hair over one shoulder. I noticed on the back of her neck that there was a cigar burn scar on the back of her neck, but I did not say anything about it so that she would not have to relive that horrible day a week earlier.

I scrubbed her back as she pulled out the shampoo and washed her hair. “My ass, too.” she moaned. I scrubbed her ass clean as well. She then turned around and grabbed the hand I was holding the wash cloth in and pressed it to her chest, as I scrubbed her chest and stomach clean. She then forced escort bostancı my hand to her crotch. She started moaning as I scrubbed her pussy.

“It’s your turn.” she said as she lathered soap onto another wash cloth. I turned around and she scrubbed my back clean. She then lowered the washcloth to my ass and scrubbed it clean as well. “Turn around.” she shyly ordered and I turned back around. She scrubbed my chest and stomach clean. I felt my cock begin to harden as she started scrubbing my cock and balls. Once she had them clean, she dropped the washcloth. “I’ll get it.” she whispered as she knelt in front of me. Without her full height blocking the water flow, it rinsed me off.

She stuck out her tongue and gave my balls a couple of hard licks, causing my dick to get even harder. She guided my dick into her eager little mouth, and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks so that she could get the full length of it into her mouth. I knew I wasn’t going to hold off too long when ümraniye escort she started sucking hard on my dick. “I’m going to cum!” I cried as she continued sucking my dick. I shot my load deep into her mouth and she swallowed my whole load of jism. She didn’t gag or let a drop drip out of her mouth.

Laurie stood up and pinned me against the shower wall. “I know what you want.” she whispered into my ear. She kissed me roughly on the lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the residue of my cum on her tongue. She reached behind her and turned off the water.

We climbed out of the shower and I grabbed a towel and started drying her off. I picked her up and sat her on the counter. I grabbed her feet and started rubbing them. “That feels good.” she whimpered. I leaned down and started licking her feet and sucking on her toes. She started panting like crazy.

Laurie leaned backwards, supporting her weight on her hands. “Eat my pussy.” Laurie begged, spreading her kartal escort bayan legs. I pulled her to the edge of the counter and leaned down farther. I started licking her pussy and licking and sucking her clit as she started moaning loudly. I could taste her sweet nectar as she orgasmed. She reached down and grabbed my dick. A couple of strokes and it was hard again. “I want you to fuck me from behind.” she announced as she hopped off of the counter. She turned her back to me and spread her legs. She stuck out her ass and guided my dick to her pussy. I slid my dick into her sweet pussy and grabbed her hips. I started to fuck her slow and easy. She started moaning, “Fuck me hard.” I started fucking her harder until I shot a load of cum into her hot, tight pussy.

I picked up a towel and dried myself off. She turned to face me, and I kissed her on the forehead. “I have to go out for a while.” I told her. “While I’m gone, make yourself at home.” She nodded her head.

I exited the bath room. I went into her room and quickly grabbed the piece of paper that I wrote the sizes of Laurie’s cloths on. I then went to my room and got dressed. I put on a pair of loose shorts with no underwear, a polo-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. I headed out of the door.

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Secrets of the Vine Pt. 02

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In their Honeymoon Ocean View Suite, Brad and Ella had showered and were getting ready for dinner. Tonight they had decided to try the resort’s premier steakhouse. The dress code for this restaurant was formal, so the couple dressed appropriately. Brad wore a navy pinstripe suit, white dress shirt, and matching navy blue tie. Ella looked stunning. She had put on makeup and lipstick, and her shoulder-length auburn hair was done up. She wore a floor-length strapless dark green gown and black open-toed heels.

“You look amazing,” Brad said.

“Thanks,” Ella said, blushing. “So do you.”

Brad smiled, offered Ella his arm, and they headed down to the steakhouse. They were immediately seated and offered a choice of drinks. They decided on a bottle of red wine, and the waiter returned moments later with the bottle. He expertly poured the wine and asked if the couple was ready to order.

“I think we need a couple minutes,” Ella said.

The waiter advised he would return in a few minutes. Ella couldn’t decide what she wanted; everything looked amazing. Besides steak, they had scallops, salad, and fish, and all of it looked delicious.

“Know what you want, honey?” Ella asked.

“I think so,” her husband answered. “You?”

“I can’t decide between the beef wellington and the scallop risotto,” Ella said.

“I was going to get the wellington. Why don’t you get the risotto and we’ll share?”

“Perfect,” Ella smiled.

The waiter returned and took their order. After he disappeared, Brad took his new wife’s hand in his.

“I am the luckiest man in the world,” he said.

Ella smiled, her face turning a bright shade of red. She held his hand tight and caressed it.

“I’m the lucky one,” she said. “I can’t believe your parents got us this honeymoon for our wedding present! This is amazing!”

“It is.”

The waiter arrived with their appetizers. The hungry newlyweds dug in and had soon finished their first course. The waiter must’ve been paying attention; their main courses arrived within escort bostancı minutes. Brad cut into his beef wellington and gave half to Ella. Ella dished some of her risotto onto Brad’s plate.

“This is perfectly cooked!” Brad said. “Best wellington I’ve ever had.”

“And the risotto is so creamy. Delicious!” Ella commented.

The couple savored every bite of their delicious meals. They were offered dessert, as it was included, but they declined. They got up and headed to the main resort lounge. Brad went to the bar and ordered drinks, then joined his wife on a plush couch.

“That was cool meeting another couple from Columbus,” Ella said. “What are the chances?”

“Right,” Brad said. “They seem really nice.”

“They do. Maybe we should see if they wanna hang out tomorrow.”

“That would be fun,” Brad said. “Maybe Alex and I can go golfing.”

“While Aria and I lounge by the pool and work on our tans,” Ella added. “I know it’s our honeymoon, but would you be okay with them having dinner with us one night?”

“Sure. How about a sunset walk along the beach?”

“That sounds romantic,” Ella replied.

They finished their cocktails and took a long stroll along the white sand. They walked barefoot and hand-in-hand, just listening to the waves crashing along the beach and enjoying being in each other’s company. As they turned to come back to the resort, Brad took Ella by the waist and pulled her close. He looked lovingly into her hazel eyes and caressed her face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too. Always and forever.”

Ella moved her head to Brad’s and kissed him softly on the lips. Their lips parted.

“Why’d you stop?” Brad asked.

“Good question,” Ella replied.

Her eyes closed as her lips touched Brad’s. They kissed softly, slowly. Brad wrapped his arms around her waist; Ella wrapped hers around his neck. After what seemed like an eternity their lips parted. They gazed into each other’s eyes. Ella rested her head on Brad’s chest.

“I ümraniye escort don’t want this to end,” she said.

Brad held her tight and kissed the top of her head.

“Me either. This is perfect.”

The finished their walk and headed back to their room. Ella grabbed some things from her suitcase and headed into the bathroom. Brad undressed, making sure to hang his suit jacket and pants up carefully so as not to wrinkle them. He was still naked when Ella came out of the bathroom. Brad looked over at her. All he could do was stare.

“You like?” she asked.

She was wearing a white lace trim bodysuit, complete with white thigh-stockings. She sashayed up to her husband and dropped to her knees. He was already erect. She smiled wickedly. Brad watched as his new wife slowly licked up his seven inch shaft. He gasped as her tongue ran along the vein on the underside of his cock.

“You like that?” Ella whispered.

“Yes,” Brad gasped.

“Then you’ll love this,” she said in a throaty voice.

Still on the underside of her husband’s cock, she flicked her tongue where the head met the shaft. Brad groaned his approval. She continued flicking. Brad grabbed the back of her head and held it. Ella reached up and took the pins from her hair, allowing it to fall. She flicked her tongue faster.

“Fuck,” Brad gasped.

Ella could see and taste the precum dripping from her husband’s erection. She moved her tongue to the head, flicking as she went. Brad was now moaning. She slowly inched her mouth around Brad’s now-throbbing cock, taking just the head into her mouth. Her mound was totally swollen now; she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her outfit. She reached down and began to touch herself through the lacy lingerie. She moaned as she felt the material rubbing against her clit.

“Yeah, touch yourself while you suck my cock,” Brad whispered.

Ella rubbed her hand faster against herself. She moaned louder as she stuff Brad into her mouth. Brad grabbed the back of her head, holding it kartal escort bayan in place as he fucked her mouth. Ella gagged a little as he neared the back of her throat. Brad pulled out.

“Lay on the bed, with your head off it,” Brad commanded.

Ella obeyed and lay with her feet facing the headboard. Her head was slightly off the bed. She opened her mouth to receive her husband. Brad slid himself into her; she gagged as he hit her throat. He reached forward and began to massage his wife’s mound through her sexy lingerie; Ella moaned with pleasure. Brad slid his throbbing prick down her tight throat.

“Oh, Ella,” he moaned as she gagged on him.

He rubbed her mound faster. Ella moaned loudly on his cock, the vibrations stimulating the nerves. He began to massage around her clitoris. Ella nearly screamed as he found her nub. He moved his fingers on it as fast as he could. Ella felt herself building quickly. She writhed under her man as he continued fucking her throat.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock in your throat, Ella!” he groaned.

He shoved his cock balls deep into her throat. Ella gagged hard, nearly screaming. She couldn’t take much more of the clitoral stimulation. She knew Brad was close to orgasm as well; he was throbbing uncontrollably in her mouth now. His precum was dripping down her throat. He fucked her mouth faster. He heard his wife scream on his cock.

“Yeah, you like that?”

He rubbed Ella’s clit faster. He could see Ella was clutching the sheets, her fists clenched hard in pleasure. Ella screamed on him again as he stuffed her throat full of his cock. Brad watched as his wife continued writhing in pleasure.

“Cum!” he told her.

Ella’s back arched. She gave one final scream. Brad watched as cum gushed from Ella’s engorged mound, shooting onto the bed. This sent him over the edge. His cock jerked in Ella’s mouth. Ella nearly gagged again as she felt Brad’s thick load of cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed hard, wanting to make sure she milked every last drop from him. When she was sure he was empty she stopped. Brad pulled out of her mouth. Ella looked embarrassingly at the mess she’d made on the bed.

“You’ve never done that before,” Brad observed.

“First time for everything,” Ella said. “And hopefully not the last.”

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Secret Keeper Ch. 01

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Awkward. It was very, very awkward.

“Don’t you like me?” she asked.

“Of course I do,” I replied, “I’ve always liked you. That’s why I’ve worked so hard to help you.”

The “she” I’m referring to was Raelene, an 18 year old student at Bridgeport High School. As guidance counselor, I’d been meeting with Rae for over two years, after she came to me and confessed she had an alcolhol problem. We cut a deal: I promised not to tell the principal (which would lead to some serious consequences) or her mother (maybe even more serious consequences) if she promised to stop drinking and check in with me each week. I figured it would be worth the risk as long as it worked. After all, the goal is to help kids, not punish them, right?

She kept her end of the bargain. Every week she would set an appointment with me, and not once did she miss it. And every week she told me that she successfully made it without drinking any alcohol. I was confident she was telling the truth too. At first I would subtly check with other kids to see if there were indications that she had gone to any parties, but there never was. When I went to the lunch room, I noted that she sat with completely different students than before she started meeting with me.

“Then why are you going on a date tomorrow night?” she asked.

“What?” I said completely dumbfounded. First of all, I was taken aback by the fact that she seemed to be jealous. I had heard that school girls get crushes on their teachers, but I never actually thought that would happen to me.

Second, I was shocked that she considered it a date. I wasn’t surprised that she knew about it – it was with her mother after all. But we were simply getting together for a cup of coffee after school the next day.

“You’re going out with my mother tomorrow,” she replied. “That’s what.”

“We’re just having coffee,” I said. “But you don’t have to worry, I’m not going to tell her anything about your problems. Those will remain our secret.”

As she stepped around the side of the desk to eliminate the barrier between us, she responded, “You think I’m worried about that? You don’t understand women at all, do you?”

“What on earth are you talking about Rae?” I said.

“Oh come on Mr. Z.,” she said as she took a step closer to me so that I could now smell the coconut fragrance of her shampoo. “Do you really not know how I feel? And don’t you know how you feel?”

I just looked at her. For a man who usually had a well thought out response (I was a counselor after all), I had no idea how to respond.

“Oh come on,” she continued. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything towards me. Do you remember your reaction last year when we were decorating for homecoming?”

The truth is I had forgotten. Or more accurately, I had repressed it. You see, as class advisor I was helping the students decorate for the homecoming dance. Rae and I were putting up streamers. She wasn’t tall enough to reach so I came up behind her to help her. While we were reaching up together to tape the streamer, her buttocks rubbed against my groin which produced the natural reaction of any red-blooded, straight, American male. I instantly had an erection.

I walked away immediately, hoping that she hadn’t noticed. It was after all absolutely wrong for an educator of any kind to touch and/or react to any student in such a way. bostancı escort bayan So I got out of there quick. And then I repressed the memory. Wiped it out of my data base. Or so I thought.

As soon as she mentioned that moment, it all came rushing back. I remembered the reaction. And when I did, it left me just as speechless as I had been a moment earlier.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you do,” she said. “And the fact that you have nothing to say tells me that you feel the same way that I do. So let me help you out here. You like me and I like you,” she said as she moved her hand to my crotch and began to gently rub my penis, “and it’s about time that we did something about it.”

Before telling you what happened next, let me describe Raelene to you. When I first started meeting with her, she was only 15 but looked more like she was 12. Skinny as a rail, she was only about five feet and had no curves to speak of. In fact, except for the nubbins that protruded out of her tee shirt or the outline of the training bra when she chose to wear one, you wouldn’t have even recognized her as a girl. Her short hair and dark complexion looked just like that of a shaggy haired latino boy.

But when she turned 16, Rae practically blossomed overnight. She gained three inches in height and quite a few more in her chest. Her breasts swelled to a size large enough to call her well endowed, at least for a woman of five foot three. These were perfectly complemented by a bum which ballooned out perfectly to form a nice curve that disappeared into very shapely legs.

Now, at age 18, Rae’s long dark hair and Mediterranean complexion mixed with her beautifully proportioned and now nicely filled out body, gave her the look that could be mistaken for a 35 year old or a 16 year old. And she was the envy of most women and an head turner to virtually all straight men.

So it was this beautiful young lady – who had caused an involuntary (or was it voluntary?) reaction in me that I was trying to forget – who I had spent over a year trying to not notice – it was this beautiful sexy young lady who was now gently stroking my rapidly hardening cock.

I wanted to let it continue but the rational side of me prevailed momentarily. I began to reach for her hand and started to speak, “I’m fla…”

But before I could complete the word “flattered” there was a knock on the door. I looked down and my dockers had a tent in them. Rae had this devious smile on her face. Fortunately (though the rational side of me did not consider it fortunate at the time) she reacted quickly. She pushed me down onto my chair while she ducked inside the desk where the chair usually sets.

“Come in,” I said to whoever was on the other side of the door as I pretended to be working on some paper work.

“Hi Mrs. Walker,” I said as the American Literature teacher walked in. But that is all that I recall of our conversation. You see, as soon as she started speaking to me about whatever it was she needed me for, Rae decided to “take advantage” of the situation, or at least “take advantage” of me.

Her hand returned to my crotch. It wasn’t long before she was ever so slowly unzipping my fly so as not to make any noise. I of course could do nothing because if I did, I would betray Rae’s location to Mrs. Walker and we would both be in big trouble.

As ümraniye escort Mrs. Walker rambled on, Rae forged ahead in her fondling. Running her soft hands up and down the shaft of my cock she found that it got increasingly more erect. That seemed to encourage her in her explorations. So she cupped my balls and gently played with them. When she got a little to rough and I jumped – ever so slightly as not to alert Mrs. Walker – she stifled a giggle and leaned forward and gave my balls a silent but absolutely exhilarating kiss.

Again, my reaction encouraged her. This time my shudder at the kiss resulted in her using her tongue to make a path up the shaft of my penis. When she got to the head, she ever so lovingly sucked it into her mouth while rolling her tongue all the way around it.

“Yes, I’ll get to that first thing in the morning,” I promised Mrs. Walker, having no idea what it was I just promised.

“Thank you Mr. Zelman, I really appreciate it,” she said as she closed the door.

I let out a deep breath as the door clicked shut, relieved that we had not been discovered. I looked down at Rae. She looked up at me, holding my penis in her hand.

“Go lock the door Mr. Z.,” she said firmly.

“What?” I said sheepishly.

“Go lock the door, now,” she said even more authoritatively.

I was powerless. She could have told me to run naked through the streets of town at that point and I would have done it. So I got up and locked the door to my office, which by the way, was within the main office of the school.

When I returned to my office chair, Rae was sitting on top of my desk, her shirt and bra removed. My mouth dropped open a bit when I looked at the incredible sight in front of me.

“What do you think Mr. Z.,” Rae said to me. “Do you like what you see?” Once again, I found myself speechless. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said as she got down on her knees in front of my chair again.

“I have to say, I like what I see,” she said as she put both hands around the base of my penis and leaned forward and took the head in her mouth once again. After sucking on it for a few glorious moments, Rae gradually pulled up while keeping a tight suction, giving me an incredible sensation. Then a small popping sound came forth as she pulled her mouth off of my cock and I just about jumped out of my seat with exhileration.

“I like the taste of it too,” she said looking up at me. And then, with a sympathetic look, she said, “But where’s my manners. I bet you’re hungry too.”

With that, she stood up, her chest being perfectly even with my face. Reaching around my neck she placed her hand on the back on my head and slowly pulled my head forward to her left breast. “Why don’t you see how this tastes,” she said as I opened my mouth to receive her very firm nipple.

At first I locked my lips around the nipple alone, just flicking the tip of it a little with my tongue. My hands, quite naturally, went to each of the breasts, relishing in their softness and offering attention through caress to the breast that was not presently in my mouth. Then as she started to moan and then pull my head forward a bit harder I took her entire areola and then and much of her breast as I could into my mouth. This caused her to cry out a bit louder with pleasure, so much so that I had to reach up with my hand to cover her escort kartal mouth, reminding her that we were still in the school and that people may be just outside the door.

Once I had paid proper attention to each of her breasts, she pulled back from me and stood in front of me, cupping her beautiful C cup breasts in her small hands. “I knew you liked them,” she said as she held them up for me to see.

And then she dropped back down on her knees and took my penis deep into her mouth – probably deeper than any woman ever has. After a few moments of this, and my cock feeling harder than it has ever been, she released it and looked up at me.

“You didn’t hide it very well,” she said to me before descending back down upon my stiff member. After just about the same amount of time, she released again and looked at me. “I saw you look at me when I had tight shirts on and try to take sneak peaks when I had low cut blouses on,” she said right before she took my penis in her mouth again.

She was right. I couldn’t help but notice her form fitting shirts as her breasts matured. And when cleavage was visible, there always seemed to be a time when she leaned over the desk offering me a quick look at those beautiful, beautiful breasts. But never did I imagine that I would see them in their fullness, let alone have them in my mouth, as I had on this day.

Again, Rae released my penis and looked up at me. “I love that you love my breasts,” she said. And this time, instead of taking my penis in her mouth, she leaned forward and placed it between her breasts. Then taking her hands, she pressed gently on the outside of her breasts so that my penis was totally engulfed in her cleavage. It felt heavenly.

“Please, Mr. Z.,” she said as she moved my penis up and down between her breasts as though it were intercourse, “please come on my breasts for me.”

Well, she did not have to ask me twice. It only took two or three more strokes of my cock within her breasts and I could not hold back any longer. My sperm spurted forth with energy that had not been present in years, hitting her eyebrows and bangs and chin and shoulders.

I moaned as I climaxed, not having felt that satisfied in years. And I swear, Rae moaned with me. I remember thinking, “Did she have an orgasm too?” And then I answered myself, “No, she couldn’t have.”

As I came down from my high, I kissed Rae full on the lips and said, as I let out another deep and grateful sigh, “Thank you… thank you so much.” And I swear, I heard her say the same thing simultaneously.

After that, for a long period, or at least what seemed like a long period, we just held each other. She on her knees her arms wrapped around my waist and check resting on my belly. Me sitting on my chair, arms around her shoulders, one hand playing ever so gently with her hair. It was heavenly.

Finally, she broke the moment. Slowly she pushed away from me standing up. I just sat, looking at this beautiful goddess in front of me.

She picked up her bra and put it on slowly. I remember thinking, “I never knew someone could put a bra on so seductively.” She did the same with her blouse.

After she was dressed, she carefully stuffed my penis back in my pants and my boxers. She then zipped up my trousers and buckled my belt. Before leaving, she leaned forward and gave me a long, wet and suggestive kiss.

“Have fun with mom,” she said as she turned and walked toward the door. Before opening the door, she turned back toward me and said, “I think it is best if this remains our little secret,” she said. Then she opened the door and left me there, still speechless.

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Last night was my second date with Jason. He’s a bit of a geek, but is smarter than hell and has a wickedly dry sense of humor. My history with men is spotty at best, always falling for the chiseled Adonis type, easy on the eyes but in the end dim witted and often cruel. Jason is a real change of pace for me, not at all the type of guy that I usually find myself attracted to. Our first date was eerily chaste, Jason being the perfect gentleman opening doors for me and never once talking to my chest … he really seemed to be interested in me, which left me with a tingle in my stomach as well as between my thighs after he left me at my front door … no grope, no proposition, just a sweet soft kiss and a wave as he headed back to the waiting cab.

I called him the next day to ask him to dinner the following Friday. He was surprised and actually admitted to me that although he had a great time the previous night had not held out much hope for a second date rationalizing that most women like myself were put off by his geeky looks and shy nature. I guess I should explain that ‘like myself’ refers to a 5’7″ 110 lb frame with small C cups, a flat stomach leading to hips that are just curvy enough to defy being described as narrow, green eyes with deep reddish brown hair above and lips that most men call ‘kissable’. Just to complete the picture, the red hair and green eyes come with fair skin and a few freckles … I am definitely not the heavy lidded red head seductress type but rather the all American girl-next-door. I have a few very close friends, a great paying job, an apartment on the lower West side of NYC and a family that lives just far enough away for me to miss from time to time. I digress, because for the story to make sense you have to know a little bit about my nature and why last night was such a surprise for not just poor Jason, but myself as well.

For our second date I got us into a place in Gramercy that is very hot right now (my job affords me a little influence in the restaurant world). Jason came straight from work, wearing a nice two piece with a very nice tie. He was obviously nervous and dropped the small bouquet of flowers he was carrying as he stepped out of the cab in front of the bar. My stomach did that little flip again as he abandoned it in the grey curbside puddle and quickly ducked across the street to buy another one from a street vendor before coming into the bar. I was sitting at a high table a few feet off the windows facing the street and he did not see me until he came bostancı escort bayan inside. I stood up as he approached, a huge grin splitting his face, I leaned in to greet him with a kiss, I think I surprised him but he quickly recovered and I received the same warm sweet kiss that he had left me with on our last date. As soon as our lips touched I got the same stomach flip and tingle as well. I felt a little off balance as I was for the first time in a long time worried I might screw up on a date. A few drinks and stories of his hellish work week had me laughing and at ease, when our table was ready I found myself wanting to touch Jason as I walked around him to follow the host.

The dining room was cozy and romantic, the tables were spaced enough to afford a feeling of privacy for conversation without being stuffy and artificially hushed. Jason held my chair for me and then sat down, that same grin still plastered on his face. We talked and laughed, he asked me more about my family and job and even got me to ‘fess up to an embarrassing college moment or two. Four splendid courses came and went form our plates and I barely remember a bite. As we sat laughing and talking over the dregs of our second bottle of Syrah something in the back of my mind clicked … I really like this guy. I am still amazed by what happened next … the click in my brain was followed closely by a soft buzz in my loins that I hadn’t felt in a long time. The waiter appeared with a short list of deserts, my eyes scanned without much interest until I saw fresh strawberries with sweet mascarpone at the bottom of the list. I ordered them and excused myself to use the ladies, Jason stood as I did and in that simple act sealed his fate for the rest of the evening.

I had come from work to the restaurant in a dark suit that was really only appropriate because it was Friday. The skirt was a little above my knees and the blouse was nearly sheer with hidden buttons and a clingy but not quite fitted cut to it. I shucked my panties and hovered above the seat … I patted myself with paper to dry myself and sucked in a little gasp as my own touch sent a jolt of pleasure though me. I dropped the paper and ran my finger between my slippery outer lips. I stopped with the tip of my middle finger just resting on my clit … my knees were weak and I could feel a fresh wave of heat and moisture rippling through my pussy. I decided right then that there was no way I was going to bed alone. I stuffed my panties into my bag, took ümraniye escort off my blouse so I could do the same with my bra and put my blouse back on leaving the top three buttons open.

I returned to the table to find desert waiting and Jason quietly appreciating an aperitif. I bent over as I sat down and Jason blinked double and I for the first time caught his eyes below my neck. I gave him my best demure smile and commented that I wish I had thought to bring a change of clothes to work with me that day for our date. His cool was cracking and I felt my cheeks flush as he was obviously struggling a little to not be distracted by my stiff nipples poking at the thin fabric of my blouse. I pushed the bounds a bit more when I slid my suit jacked off my shoulders, my breasts jutting out as I wriggled free and hung it across the back of my chair. I was rolling now and felt almost out of my body as I brazenly reached up and popped the fourth button of my blouse, leaving it open to the very bottom of my breasts. Jason was without a doubt rattled and I was getting hotter by the second watching him squirm. I picked up a berry, dipped it in some cream and fellated it as I stared into his eyes, my lips and tongue openly working the berry like the head of a cock, white cream clinging to my lips. Jason shifted again, looked me square in the eye and said “if you are fucking around with my head I’ll never forgive you”. I didn’t say anything, but dropped the pump off my left foot and ran it up his leg until I was rubbing against his groin and a positively raging hard on. To his credit, he managed at this point to smoothly and quickly pay the bill and get himself standing with my coat draped over his arm to hide his obviously tented pants.

As we walked into the early evening air I grabbed and kissed him passionately, my mons pressed against his hip and his cock against mine. He kissed me back with urgency and quickly pulled me to the curb with him to hail a cab … Friday night in lower Manhattan is no easy place to get a cab, so we started out walking in the direction of my apartment hoping to find a cab somewhere along the way. We stopped periodically to neck like high school kids against a park fence or street lamp, with each interlude growing more urgent. When we reached Sixth Avenue I saw a large department store and decided that I was going to take things into my own hands.

Leading him by the hand I dragged him into the men’s section and onward to the dress clothing. The store was middle up-scale escort kartal and a commissioned sales clerk greeted us as we entered. I quickly told him we needed some off the rack slacks and a shirt for a last minute trip to the Hamptons that night. Jason played along well, he was smart enough to stay in the story without knowing why he was there. Pants and a few shirts in hand we finally made it into a large dressing room for Jason to ‘try the outfit on’ in. There were mirrors on all three sides and a little raised platform in the middle for a fitting to be done on.

As soon as the door clicked I was on Jason, our hands were roaming and my breath was coming in short ragged gasps. I worked the fly on his pants and they slipped to the floor as I bent at the waist tugging his boxers down as I went. His cock stood out at me, glistening with pre-cum the head was purple and obviously over inflated, I flicked my tongue at the tip and then just wrapped my lips around the head. He was just the right size, not big enough to make it hard to suck him but my no means small either … perfect. Jason was working my skirt up over my hips and commented on my lack of panties as his first finger slid into my steaming center. I was ready to explode and out of my head with lust … I looked out of the corner of my eye into the mirrors and was rewarded by a multi angle view of myself sucking cock like a porn star while Jason plunged two fingers in out of my dripping pussy.

Just as I managed to let Jason’s head into my throat his finger dragged slowly across my g-spot causing me to moan deeply into his cock … his hips bucked and he hissed that he was about to loose it just in time for me to get my thumb onto the vein under his cock and squeeze hard enough to halt his eruption. He groaned almost in pain but managed to gather his composure for a second while I dropped to my knees in front of him. Looking up at him from under his shaft I softly told him that the only place I wanted his cum to land was onto my face. I let go of the surging vein and frantically started pumping him with my hand while pointing the tip of his cock at my open mouth … ‘cum on me’ I urged as he grunted and sprayed what seemed like a gallon of hot, thick cum onto my waiting tongue and face. Panting and flushed, he looked down at me and mouthed the word ‘wow’. I winked and told him we needed to move before we were discovered.

I plucked my panties from my bag and used them wipe off as much cum as I could, but the globs in my hair were hopeless so I just left them. We thanked the obviously suspicious salesman and Jason bought the pants and shirt before we left to get to my apartment, we didn’t fall asleep (pass out from exhaustion) until dawn. Our third date is tonight …. I think we’re going to order in.

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I nervously headed into the restaurant, the last member of the party to join the group. I knew Sue and Dave, but Dave had arranged for a friend of his to make up the foursome with us. All I knew was that his name was Sean and he was older. I’ve always preferred older men, but was wondering if Dave’s definition of Older was like mine.

I also realize blind dates as a rule, are disastrous. In fact, the last time I did that, I swore never again. But, you know, it’s Saturday night and I’m not doing much more than living the life of a hermit lately. And there’s always that flicker of Hope that maybe this time will be different.

I spotted Sue right away as I approached the table. Dave and a really nice looking older man stood while Sue made the introductions. The man named Sean held my chair while I was seated. One of the neat things about being with older men is they remember their manners.

Ok, I remember my manners, too, usually, but there was just something about Sean that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. We had several good conversations, but though I knew Dave and Sue and reminded myself I should look at them when speaking; for some reason, I just wanted to look at Sean. Then I became self-conscious that I was staring, so I’d just look down and hope he couldn’t see my face was hot and embarrassed.

I am not a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher, I kept reminding myself, but I’m acting like I’m a love smitten adolescent. The waitress brought another round of drinks. Yes, when in doubt you’re not being socially acceptable, have another drink. That always helps. Here I just met this guy and I’m already talking to myself. This is not good.

Before I knew it, everyone was getting up, and saying their good-byes. Outwardly I stood, and said Good-bye and was walking out the door with the others. Inside, though, I was protesting, the evening can’t be over!!! I just met Sean; I can’t bear to go back to my small apartment alone!

The next thing I knew, Sue and Dave were driving away, and Sean, bless his heart, looked at me with something in his eyes I didn’t recognize. “You look rather reluctant to say good-bye.”

“Is it that obvious? I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.”

“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a grown woman blush so often.”

“Well, I may look like a grown woman, but inside I….uh…Oh, shit.” I looked down at my hands helplessly not knowing what to say. He stepped a little closer, took my hand and said, “Would you like to walk for awhile?” “Uh, yes, that would be nice.”

Thankfully he started out carrying the conversation, and I really can speak intelligently with just about anybody. When I’m not smitten with unspoken infatuation or lust or whatever this was I was feeling. We walked, and I guess I didn’t realize he was turning just where I was, until we stopped in front of my apartment building. I said, “This is where I live.”

He looked down and smiled and said, “You don’t say!!” Well, I felt a bit foolish. But, you know I had to try the line I’ve heard in all the movies. “Would you like to come in for a drink or coffee or something?” “Yes, I’d like that.”
Well, once I got him up to my apartment, I wasn’t really quite sure what to do with him. I mean, I’ve been with men before, of course, though not many and it had been some time. Still, there was a presence about Sean that unsettled me. Not in a creepy or bad way, just in an bostancı escort bayan …unsettling way. Like he could read my mind. Or look into my eyes and see my soul. Not good, Karen, be careful I told myself. Then as part of me was still wondering about all this, thankfully the courteous part took over.

“Would you like a drink? Or coffee?” I asked.

“What will you be having?” He looked all too masculine and large in my small apartment.

“Personally, I’d rather have a cup of coffee, but you can have whatever you like.” I stopped in sort of a panic, realizing that could be taken in a couple of different ways.
“Coffee’s fine.” He sat on my sofa while I quickly made coffee.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” I admitted, and thinking it looked rude to sit Too far apart from him, I sat on the opposite end of the same couch.

“Perhaps I could just help you relax a bit. You know, break the ice, so to speak.” And suddenly he was right by me, holding me in his arms and we were engaged in the most luscious kiss. Oh. I’m not that nervous anymore. Well, maybe, but soon getting over it.

Finally we broke for a breath, and then resumed kissing. “A man who knows how to kiss has always been my weakness,” I said sounding stupid in my own ears. In the back of my mind, I’m aware that he’s using the oldest trick in the men’s dating guide; appearing to caress me with his arm around my back, all the while unfastening my bra under my blouse. Only I had no intention of protesting or trying to get him to stop.

Soon my bra was practically off me, my blouse was unbuttoned, and to make things easier, I just shrugged out of them. “Oh, my, you have the loveliest breasts.”

“Uh, thank you.” I’ve heard that just a few times before, of course, but still wasn’t sure how to respond. He began stroking my breasts, and running his fingers over my nipples, which were, by the way, instantly erect.

Now, at this point, even though I’m half undressed, I’m never sure about the protocol here. I realize his cock is growing under his trousers, but I never was bold enough to just grab a man’s privates, you know, as if I were Checking on their condition. I mean, he was all over my naked tits, but is it ok, to just manhandle a man’s crotch under these circumstances? Not knowing what to do, I just quit worrying, thinking it’s ok to just leave the pace up to the man. But, damn it, sometimes I wish I had a little more experience in these things.

I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and knowing it was inevitable, it wasn’t all that alarming to me to have his hand running up my inner thigh, under my skirt, and rubbing slightly against my garter and the top of my stockings. “Wait a minute!”

“What!?!”

He stopped moving and just backed up a bit, with an incredulous look on his face. Like a little distance would help him see me better. “You have no panties on!”
“Uh, yeah. Is that ok?”

“You mean to tell me you were at the restaurant this whole time surrounded by strange people with a short skirt and nothing on underneath except a garter and stockings?”

“Well, damn it, they weren’t ALL strangers. I knew Sue and Dave.” Though that sounded like a really dumb thing to say.

“But your pussy is naked and just….there…..for any man to see and touch.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Stranger, but I am well aware of that. For your information, I didn’t want to keep ümraniye escort this date, and had the distinct feeling Sue was setting me up. So, since I let myself be talked into this….Blind Date, I determined that I would go ahead and Risk being found out and it would serve her right. Plus whoever had a mind to Get that far with me, to discover it!”

I was pretty upset, but he just sat there looking at me with a look on his face, like he was watching the most amusing bit of entertainment he’d seen in some time.

“Well?!?” I said, emphatically, thinking at any time, he’s going to want to jump up and bolt for the door. He, by the way, was still fully dressed.

“Well, what?” He still was smiling at me but with a mischievous grin on his face. I’m not sure I like what I saw there. “You enjoy being the bad girl, don’t you?”

“Me? I’m not the bad girl! I don’t cuss, much. I don’t see men hardly at all, and I don’t date strange men I’ve never met before.”

“On the contrary, I’ve heard you cuss plenty tonight. You saw plenty of strange men in a restaurant knowing you were practically nude underneath. You asked me, a Complete Stranger, up to your apartment, and then allowed me to undress you after a brief interval of half a cup of coffee. I think you enjoy very much being the bad girl. And now I understand why you have that nervous, poor little girl me act about you. You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to sound indignant, but he was kissing me again. “Just this, I think you know you’re being bad enough to be punished. But now you’re going to protest and tell me that’s not what you’re asking for. All this time, though, I know you are.”

“You’re not going to beat me and rape me, are you?” I must’ve looked worried, but he chuckled and said, “No, Karen, I’ve never taken a woman against her will. And I promise you here and now I will never beat you. I do, however, know you’ve been practically begging me for a spanking ever since, well, apparently before we even met.”

At this speech, before I even had time to protest or argue or complain, he had pulled me across his lap, and held my back with his left arm, while his right hand was lifting my skirt, and I felt the cool air against my naked ass. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr….Mr. Sean?”

He was just sitting there stroking my ass lightly with his fingertips. “Didn’t your parents ever give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”

“No. No one’s ever done that…” and my voice just kind of trailed off into nothing.

“But you’ve always wanted them to, am I correct?”

“Don’t be silly. Why would I ever want…. that?” But before I could get that sentence out, Whack! His hand hit my ass. “Ow! That hurts.”

“Good. It was meant to.” Whack! He hit me again, and again. Ten hard sharp smacks on my ass, and, though I never would’ve admitted it to him, I did, in some perverse way I still don’t understand; like it.

I thought he was going to let me up, but he just held me there across his lap, running his hand over my hot swollen ass. Ok, maybe it wasn’t swollen, but it sure felt large and hot. Then before I knew what was happening, his fingers were exploring my pussy and to my dismay, she was really creamy. So much so, I was beginning to hope I was staining his nice trousers. Would serve him right!

He helped me up, and then stood, escort kartal picked me up, and carried me to my bedroom. Somehow, my skirt just fell away, and when he set me gently down on the bed, I wore only my garter and stockings. He stood next to the bed quickly undressing, while I pulled my grandmother’s quilt off the bed. I’m sure she may have gotten cum stains on it in her time, but it just didn’t seem right to get our cum stains on it.

He sat up against the pillows and though I really meant to look at his face, all I could look at was his very large Cock. “Oh, My! Can I touch it?” He was smiling at me, but didn’t say anything. And knowing I didn’t really need permission, I just gingerly kind of….touched it. Lightly with my fingertips. Here and there, and running them around and under and encircling it with my fingers. He was moaning softly, but making no move to stop me, so I just got comfortably closer, and continued playing as if it were a new toy.

Soon, I was lying on my stomach, and bringing that large luscious cock to my lips. OH, he tasted good. I ran my tongue around and around. Holding him in various ways with my fingers and licking the seam up and down the center. Then ran my tongue around under the little ridge. A nice large head! How lovely! Oh, this was the most fun I’ve had in some time.

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice brought me back to the present.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Are you?”

“Very much so.”

Soon, I just pulled him into my mouth and made a game out of seeing how far in I could suck him. He hit the back of my throat, but I made room, and realized I could take him in much deeper than I’d thought. Oh, the suction part was kinda fun. I used to suck my thumb when I was little and it was pretty much just like that, only much larger of course. But comforting, and soothing to be sucking and humming….. The cock itself was the center of my world and for a time, I was able to almost forget there was a man attached to it! I hummed, and pulled him in tighter, latching him to the roof of my mouth, and sucking on it like I’d never let it go. It was getting fatter, and almost growing even more, as if that were even possible. Then the cum was oozing and shooting into my mouth. Oh, he had a good taste. I swallowed, and licked some from the corner of my mouth and swallowed again.

I raised up reluctantly and wondered what I should do next, but he pulled me up closer to his chest, rolled me over, and without so much as a preliminary tease, his cock found my pussy and shoved himself into her with a firm hard stroke. OH!!!! I haven’t been fucked in some time. But this was great!!! He wasn’t exactly mean or brutal, but it was definitely firm and insistent! He held me by the shoulders, kissed my sticky mouth and just fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and it just occurred to me, like maybe he hadn’t had sex in some time either.

We came at the same time, which I’d always heard about but it never really happened to me. Then I was lying like a rag doll in his arms, and laid my head against his chest.

“That was incredible.”

“Yes, it was.” What a stupid thing to say. Am I ever going to quit saying dumb things? Maybe after I get to know him a little better? I’m also going to have to quit talking to myself.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No, do you?” “No, but I was inviting myself to stay.” I wanted to say I’m not the only one to say dumb things, but I don’t know him that well yet to say that.

“You are the most amazing cock sucker I’ve ever met.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, so thank you. And you taste marvelous.” He just held me, and soon we were both snoozing away…

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This story was written at the request of a chat partner from Literotica, a fireman from Scotland.

Story Code: M/F, M/FF, Lesbian, Shared Husband, Oral

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I’d caught a little smoke in my lungs while I was fighting a fire six weeks ago, I wasn’t operating the hose though, I was second man, helping to take the weight of the long hose off of the operator, he wasn’t as lucky as me though, the wall had collapsed as he was trying to cool the building down a little, he got burnt and I just got a touch of steam and smoke.

I’d had my time off on the sick and it was driving me mad. I pestered the medical officer until he gave me a ‘Return to light duties’ chit. I made the tea and took it out to the crew on a shout, keeping well back from the fire though.

“Scot, have you been certified on the Simon Snorkel?”

“Certified and I’ve just finished my refresher sir.”

“Well, Brian was supposed to be resting today but he’s up in the snorkel at the moment so he won’t be able to do his community visit at the Grammar school tomorrow, you feel up to it?”

“Sure, what time is the visit?”

“It’s two o’clock, so once you’ve collected all the cups up, you can get off and end your shift for today.”

I turned up at the station at twelve o’clock so that I could do the safety checks and clean the bucket after the fire the day before. I was number two in the cab to the driver, Paul Bentham. There was usually more people if we were on a shout, even if it was a normal routine visit in case we were bounced out on a shout before we could return to the station but today was special occasion, We were to set up inside a school playground with the whole school coming out to look at our equipment so once we got there, we wouldn’t be moving. Our neighbouring station had been tasked with covering our high calls while we were surrounded by kids.

Councillor Mrs Bennett was at the school, she was a governor at the school and had arranged for the police and ambulance service to be there as well. The police were using their computer system in their car to show the kids what would happen if they walked past the front of the car while holding fake number plates.

The ambulance crew were showing off their medical equipment by testing things like blood sugar and lung efficiency on the kids. It was a bit out of the blue but I was told that I had to give the kids a ride in the snorkel cage. I had a queue of thirty kids, boys and girls and the age range was from eleven to eighteen years old. I’d done ten runs, taking the kids up to the full one hundred and forty feet, swinging left and right and then down again. I didn’t have any problems fitting the kids into the full harness so that they could be clipped into the cage safely, well, not until the schools senior girl climbed up into the cage.

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Amy was a…well, not to put too fine a point on it…very adult girl. She was wearing a mini skirt and a very thin blouse and as she climbed up there was a ring of boys of all ages around the truck beneath her, looking up her skirt as she climbed up. I held the harness on the floor of the cage for her to step into and suddenly I realised that if I pulled the harness into place properly I’d be very close to an arrestable position. Amy saw my hesitation and she giggled, “It’s okay Dennis, I’ve signed the disclaimer and I’m over eighteen…you have my permission to do anything that you need…or want…to do!”

“I’m Scot, not Dennis!”

“Well, why does it say Dennis on the front of your truck?”

I started laughing, it broke the ice a little and I pulled the leg holes of the harness into place. As my fingers approached the danger area Amy wriggled her bottom and rubbed her knickers all over my fingers.

She giggled at my discomfort, not just the blush on my cheeks but the sudden growth in my uniform trousers as well. I recomposed myself and offered her the left arm hole for her to put her left arm through and then the right. I pulled the front of the harness closed and the backs of my hand were lifting her breasts slightly as I pulled the two sides of the harness together, she gave another giggle and another wriggle, rubbing her thirty-four inch ”D’ cup breasts against the backs of my hand. her blouse was so thin that I could feel the stitching under her bra cups against the backs of my fingers.

I lifted the end of the webbing strap and snapped the metal quick release clamp into the mounting ring. Amy was certainly a cut above the other students, she didn’t even blink when I threw the cage into ‘Emergency-up’ manoeuvre, throwing the cage and both of us up to one hundred and forty feet elevation in just three seconds. When the cage reached its maximum height and stopped, we both continued up another two feet and we slammed into each other in the cage. Amy made a grab for a very delicate part of my body to use as a handle to steady herself.

The first ride I’d given was to a fourteen year old boy, he hadn’t seen the escape working so its speed took him totally by surprise and bostancı escort bayan he quite literally shit himself and when I slewed the arm to the left he was gripping the edge of the cage so hard that his knuckles turned white and I was seriously concerned that he would damage the metal edge of the cage.

The boys after the first one had seen the speed that it went up so they weren’t so shocked but they still turned green at the end of the ‘Emergency-up’ manoeuvre. The queue had reduced as well as every girl apart from Amy had drifted away.

I looked at Amy’s face, she wasn’t green, she was grinning. “Can you reach the school roof from here?”

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“Easily, but if the school was on fire and there was no one to rescue, we’d standoff, gain height and use the cage mounted branch pipe to flood the fire with water or foam!”

“But you could reach the school’s roof from here, without moving the truck?”

My previous trips had just been up…spin right…spin left and down as quickly as possible. But, because of Amy’s interest in the escape unit I left the lower arm in position, fully extended and lowered the upper arm and as we started to go down I slewed the turntable to the right.

We lowered over the school roof, “Scot, can you move over towards the chimney?”

I rotated right a little more, I was being very careful not to get too close to the school’s roof, “Look at that Scot, there’s a crack around the chimney pot, right where it meets the brickwork of the chimney.”

Amy took her mobile phone from her pocket and she zoomed in on the crack and took a photograph of the chimney on her phone. There was another photograph, this time it was me, standing in front of the chimney, “Can you take a picture of me standing in front of the chimney please Scot?”

I held her phone and looked at the screen, “Erm, I can see…I don’t think I should take a photograph like this. There’s far too much of you on show!”

“Don’t be stupid Scot, half the school has already seen my knickers…come on, take my picture so I can prove that I was up here!”

I pressed the shutter button to snap the picture. Amy took her phone and looked at her picture, “What’s your mobile number?”

I told her my number and I watched as she added a message to her photograph and then she typed my phone number into the message and sent it.

“Scot, you’ve just received a text message on your phone, do you want me to answer it in case it’s important?”

I looked down at Paul, “No, that’s okay mate, I’m not expecting anything important…I’ll check on it later.”

“Can I have a go at the controls?”

I thought about it a little, “Okay, but up only first!”

I covered the control levers and had my hand under the elevation lever so it couldn’t be pushed down, Amy pressed the elevation lever up hard and we shot up to maximum height. I relaxed a little and took my hand away from the controls, Amy slewed left, she took the cage past centre and then lowered the lower arm and then the upper arm, taking us doen to a soft landing on the rear of the unit.

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I started to unfasten the harness, her face was close to mine, “Can I call you sometime please?”

“Whay…why?”

“I’d love to chat with you, perhaps get a coffee together sometime.”

“I’m married!”

“Well, you can bring your wife along as well, I sometimes prefer an older woman to an older man!”

Amy giggled and slinked off to find her head mistress to show her the photograph of the school chimney.

I gave twenty more trips in the escape and saw the head mistress, Councillor Mrs Bennett and the schools caretaker approaching the unit. I dropped the boy off and Councillor Mrs Bennett clambered up onto the back of the platform, “You taking a trip up Councillor?”

“Erm…no, I don’t think so but could I ask you to take Mr Partridge, the school custodian, up to look at that damaged chimney, we need to know just how dangerous it is.”

I strapped Mr Partridge into the harness and as I clipped the strap into the mounting point I said. “Custodian…we had caretakers when I was at school!”

“My job description still says I’m a caretaker, just Mrs bloody Councillor Bennett being posh. I’m not really supposed to work at heights, I suffer from Vertigo.”

“Well, at least we have an ambulance on standby to mop you up and the police to investigate, that radar speed gun will even measure your terminal velocity!”

Mr Partridge suddenly turned green and I hadn’t even moved the platform. I made a slow ascent, making every movement of the cage as gentle as possibly. When we reached the chimney pot, I got us to within a foot of the crack.

“Okay Mr P…do your stuff!”

I saw the whiteness on his knuckles and his fists weren’t even clenched, his face was ashen and he was sweating like a pig. I reached out of the bucket and gave the chimney pot a tap with the hammer that Mr Partridge had brought up to test the pot, there was a dull thud and a slight rock from the ceramic ümraniye escort pot. “That’s bloody dangerous lad, has to come off right now!”

I looked at Mr P, “Are you kidding me?

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“No lad, I’d do it myself but you can see the state I’m in!”

I leaned out of the cage and took a firm hold on the top rim of the chimney pot, I almost lost it, it was on the move from the first touch. Fifty pounds of ceramic pot almost toppled me out of the cage but I managed to steady myself and haul the pot into the cage.

I reached for the levers to move us back to the ground. “Stop lad, you can’t go down without checking the other three.”

I picked up the hammer again and tapped the tops of the other three chimney pots, they all rang like bells, Mr P. nodded his head, “Good enough lad, they’ll all survive until we can get the workmen in!”

Mr P. was now sitting on the floor of the cage and his breathing was laboured, his face was still white and he was sweating even more. I used the intercom in the cage to call Paul, “Paul, get the medics on the platform, the caretaker isn’t looking very good.”

Paul was out of the cab and running. He tapped the paramedic on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. Paul directed me to put the cage in the floor instead of on the platform and as I dragged the heavy pot out of the cage the ambulance crew were in and just in time as Mr P. Rolled over onto his side.

Amy was at my side looking very concerned as I rubbed my shoulder, I’d taken an adrenalin rush as I struggled with the weight of the falling chimney pot and now that my heart was beating normally I realised that I’d strained my shoulder muscle.

“That looked frightening, is Ben okay?”

I smiled at the look of concearn on Amy’s face, “I think he’ll be okay, the ambulance guys are looking after him.”

“You were very brave…and very quick thinking Scot…” Amy turned to the head mistress “…Miss Carter, The fireman has strained his shoulder…Can I take him to the kitchen and get him a cup of warm sweet tea please?”

“You’re a very thoughtful girl Amy, you see to the fireman while Mr Partridge is checked over.”

As we walked away from the playground Amy slipped her arm around the small of my back, “I’d love to give you a good seeing to!”

I swallowed hard at her very inappropriate suggestion.

We went through to the dining room, the kitchen staff were finished for the day so the kitchens were all locked up. Amy pulled a chair out from under a table and turned it to face into the aisle and she pushed me down onto it. she walked over to a corner full of vending machines, food for the night school as well as hot and cold drinks. She took her purse out of her pocket and sorted out a few coins. “Stop…Amy, I can’t let you pay for my drink!”

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“That’s okay, you can buy me a drink later…either tonight or on Friday night.”

She brought my cup of tea with extra white and extra sugar over to the table behind me. Amy suddenly parted her legs and sat astride my lap, her legs were so wide open that her very short skirt rode up and exposed her white bikini panties all the way up to the waistband. She leaned in, rolling her cotton covered pussy against my hard cock in my trousers, she pressed her lips against mine and then rocked back and forth so that it felt like she was trying to get me off through my trousers.

She suddenly stopped and stood up, “That was a taster and a prize for being so brave today Fireman Scot.”

I was spluttering through my shock…trying to formulate an admonishment to her for taking such a liberty with me. The dining room door opened and Miss Carter walked in, “They’ve taken Mr Partridge off to hospital!”

She looked at the plastic cup on the table and then looked at Amy, “Did you buy that cup of tea Amy?”

“Sorry Miss, yes Miss, I know that students aren’t allowed to use the vending machines but the kitchens are locked so I couldn’t make Scot a cup of tea…so I had to buy him one!”

“Not so many so’s at the beginning of your sentences please Amy. Cut along back to your class now Amy, you have thirty minutes of class left, I’d like two hundred and fifty words in paper media format about the afternoon, you can write your own headline and it’s your byline so in your own words please but don’t be upset if the editor changes the headline or the content…and pass it by your teacher before you send it into the local paper.”

Amy almost skipped out of the dining room, she had transformed from a vamp and into a school girl for her headmistress’s approval.

“That girl will scoop all of the prizes at graduation, and her articles will almost guarantee her a place at Oxbridge.”

The near death of the school caretaker had put an end to the afternoon, they had to clear the playground of students to move the ambulance and while I was drinking my tea and getting my cock rubbed by an eighteen year old girl’s pussy, Paul had parked the arm of the snorkel and locked it down. As I walked out escort kartal of the school building Paul was raising the hydraulic legs and lowering the unit back down onto it’s wheels.

With the car park clear of people and only one police car left parked there while the police were packing away their props it was very tight to get an engine the size of the Simon Snorkel out of the gates of the school but Paul had gotten into and out of tighter spots when he drove to some fires.

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We pulled into our station, there was a little mess in the cage that I needed to clean up before I could knock off but the duty fire chief stopped me, “No need to tidy up Scot, Paul reported the incident of the falling chimney pot and your shoulder strain. Go home, rest your shoulder and if it is still hurting in an hour, I want you down at A&E, flash your ID at the triage nurse, tell her it’s an in the line of duty injury, or you’ll be there all night.”

I drove home and on my way there was a shout and it must have been a biggy because two pump units and the Snorkel rushed past me on the bi-pass. I called into the dispatcher to see if I was needed back at the ‘Farm’ but I got, “If I let you into the office, the chief will have my balls for earrings!”

I got homd to fine the dinner in the oven and my wife, Vicky, on the telephone and sitting at her PC. “I was just calling the station to see if you were supporting the fire, it sounds like a big one, three engines rolling.”

“Two pump units and the escape…but you’re right, it must be a big fire, City were already responding with two pumps and their turntable ladder unit.”

My phone rang, ‘Unlisted number’ on the screen, I pressed green, “Hello, Scot W…”

I looked nervously at my wife as I said, “Sorry for what, calling me at home Amy?”

“No…sorry for using your photograph without your permission, they asked me if I had it and I just said yes without thinking that they might want to use your picture…my article will be in the paper tomorrow but they were putting it in the on-line edition right away…complete with your picture.”

“Who’s Amy Scot?”

I covered the mouthpiece of the phone, “A girl from the grammar school, her headmistress told her to write about our visit for the local newspaper, she got a little carried away and sent the article in complete with my picture.”

I uncovered the phone, “Amy, it’s okay, so long as the article makes it clear that I was at your school on a civic visit as part of carrier’s week.”

I closed the phone and Vicky rounded on me.

“Just who is Amy and how old is she?”

“It’s not like that…”

“She has your private mobile number.”

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“…well, okay, it is a little like that for her maybe, she has a crush on men in uniform, I took her for a ride in the escape and she took my photograph while we were over the school’s roof. She wanted to send me the picture in a text, so I gave her my number.”

“And just how old is this junior fem fatale?”

She’s eighteen, she’s like the head girl or something.”

Vicky searched for our local newspaper’s online offering and there it was, headline, ‘My Fireman Hero Scott!’ with the Byline ‘Amy Goodman.’ My photograph was at the side of the article.

“Well, at least they didn’t use my full name…I’m going to take a ton of shit from the rest of the watch tomorrow.”

“Hey, it says here that you saved the life of Ben Partridge, aged fifty-six, custodian of the Grammar School before securing a dangerous chimney more than at least fifty feet above the school playground.”

“It’s exaggerated out of all proportion!”

“Let me see the photograph she sent you.”

I handed my phone over to Vicky and she opened up the messages folder, she turned the phone to face me, five text messages waiting to be opened and all from Amy’s number. Vicky opened the first message, a picture of me with the text message ‘Thanks for the Ride.’

The second message was of the damaged chimney and the message, ‘You crack me up!’

The third message was a picture of Amy in her school uniform with, ‘I meant it, come out for a drink with me, bring your wife too, if you like her. I’m sure I will as well!’

The fourth message was a picture of Amy on a beach holiday and she was wearing a bikini with ‘You like?’

I dreaded what could possibly be in the fifth message and would rather my wife didn’t open it but she did. Amy pictured topless with two men, the men were wearing trunks and were obviously excited, ‘If Mrs Scot isn’t into girls I could bring one or both of my brothers with me for her to play with!’

I covered my eyes and stood by for a verbal assault from my wife.

“Hey, she’s pretty and very grown up…are you sure she’s only eighteen?”

I opened my eyes again, Vicky was grinning like a Cheshire cat and she winked at me, “I haven’t thought about another girl since I stopped playing hockey!”

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Well, that was news to me, I didn’t know that my wife had ever batted for the other team. I watched as Vicky pressed reply on the message and she rubbed a message with her thumbs on the phone’s screen, ‘Hi, I’m Vicky and I think I’d prefer the one in the middle of the picture to the two on the outsides.’ She’d pressed send before I could stop her.

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MEET THE SLUTS OF SIXTH YEAR

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Please note all characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.

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It is a normal Wednesday lunch time at Slatternly High, let’s go for a walk around the grounds and look at some of the activities of the sixth formers and teachers of this everyday High School. Starting behind the bike sheds. Where Sarah, known as Sarah The Slut to most of her friends and enemies (and teachers) is currently on her knees sucking one lucky sixth form boys cock. It’s not her first blow job of the day but it is the best so far so she’s pretty enthusiastic in her oral efforts. The tall, pretty blonde’s efforts quickly bear fruits and her mouth is flooded with the warm seed of a gangly nerd who is exceedingly grateful.

He is also pretty keen to get out of there when four girls appear from around the corner and start wolf whistling. In fact, the speccy nerd tried to make a break for it with his dick still hanging out, which gives Sarah something to grab as she halts him.

“Forgetting something four eyes?” she demands as she licks his cum from her lips.

He’s like a rabbit trapped in the lights as she stammers at the blonde then illumination comes to him and he wrestles a folded ten pound note from his pocket and hands it to her.

“Thank you” and she let shim go as she tucks the money inside her shirt as the four girls come towards her.

Cheryl, Kimberley, Nadine and Nicola as dressed immaculately sexily in school uniform and the stand before Sarah as she straightens her own uniform out. Cheryl is very definitely the leader of this little gang and she pipes up.

“How much is that for the day then Sarah?”

“Thirty quid, not bad eh girls, I could get used to this life you know!”

All five broke into laughter then and Sarah joined her friends as the walked away from the bike sheds, although Sarah was a complete slut she was still their friend and while the other four wouldn’t do what she did they still hung out together.

We pass on then to Miss Dannii Duncan’s class room where the raven haired 31 year old Geography teacher is sitting marking papers in her room while a female pupil, Louise Laing, sits and fumes as she serves detention. Miss Duncan had had problems with Louise all term and had finally taken a stand (some would say the action was long overdue) today and the bad girl is not best pleased. Passing the corridor right then is Mrs Osbourne, the school’s Head Mistress. She’s a hard nosed woman in her 50’s who has seen it all and done it all and knows for sure Miss Duncan is a weakling and not hard enough to teach in her school, still she’s got other plans for the pretty teacher and seeing Louise fuming gives her the opportunity to further her plans. She doesn’t knock, just opens the door and walks into the room, undermining Dannii at every step she directly addresses the pupil.

“Well Louise, in trouble are we?”

Now Mrs Osbourne did strike fear into Louise, she struck fear into virtually all the kids.

“Yes Mrs Osbourne, she reckons I was cheeky to her”.

‘She’ was indicated as Miss Duncan by a stab of the girl’s finger.

The Head looked over her bostancı escort bayan half glasses at the pretty teacher and gave her a withering look, that had the timid teacher already cowering.

“Did she indeed? Well run along you’re excused detention.”

Louise couldn’t get out of there quickly enough and satisfied herself with a middle finger salute to her teacher once she was in the corridor. Inside the classroom Miss Duncan was intensely annoyed but could bring herself to question why her Head had just undermined her in such a deliberate way.

“Got a problem with that Miss Duncan? No I didn’t think you would.”

Then barely under her breath.

“God, you really are a pathetic creature aren’t you.”

And the Headmistress left the classroom and continued on her way with a mental image of the young teacher bent over Mrs Osbourne’s desk, her pert bottom upturned and the stern Head slapping her old cane across her palm in expectation. Dannii meantime, began packing up fighting back the urge to burst into tears.

On a bench that the classroom over looks two girls are starting to feel strange feelings towards each other. At first glance Abi and Jennifer could almost be twins, both short, busty blondes. Abi was the oldest in class Jennifer the youngest, just having had her 18th birthday. But they had been thrown together for combined studies these last few weeks and really enjoyed each others company. There was just something so innocent about the way Jennifer looked with those wide open blue eyes at her friend that made Abi go wet between the legs. She knew it was wrong, she had been with boys before but was experiencing feelings that were so alien to her that she was unable to fight them off. Unconsciously her hand reached out as Jennifer spoke earnestly to her and laid on the younger girls thigh. Jen didn’t even seem to notice, although there was the faintest smile across her lips.

To anyone watching they were just two sexy friends speaking on a bench but there was a lot more going on there and both seemed on some level aware of it but neither knew just how far it might go.

Jennifer and Abi’s sensual spell was broken by the barking sounds of raised voices. They belonged to the two most aggressive females in the school, Katie and Jodie. They had hated each other since first year, had fought each other numerous times over the years, both girls winning and played all sorts of dirty tricks on each other too. This was a real feud, make no mistake about that. The joke was they was so alike that it was almost unreal. Both girls had long brown hair, both over did it with make up, both wore the most shocking uniform imaginable, both liked boys more than they seemed to like life and both had really well developed breasts they were only too happy to show off.

But boy did they have tempers, and they weren’t afraid to let them go!

“You fucking ugly bitch, he was my man first, I’ll tear your eyes out you sloping nose dog!” growled Katie.

“Yeah right fatso, why would he want to stay with a whore like you? I’ll show him what a real woman is like!” snarled Jodie in return.

They had their nails ümraniye escort out and teeth bared and were just ready for the latest in a long line of fights when two teachers interceded to keep them apart (male teachers who copped a good feel of the sexy teenage bodies as they did).

“I’ll fucking get you for this bitch! Just see if I don’t! You’ve done it now, I’ll finish you this time!” swore Katie and there was conviction to her voice.

Jodie just spat in Katie’s direction and continued to swear at her but she knew her deadly rival was serious and had the feeling that their next confrontation would be their greatest and may bring a winner to the feud once and for all. That was fine with her she had dreamed about being rid of Katie or crushing her publicly so that the humiliation was complete. Judgement day looked to be coming for both of them.

On the other side of the playing fields, by the teachers car park another rivalry was playing out, but this time only one of the participant knew about it. Miss Holden was and English teacher and had been at the school just over 5 years, she was in her mid thirties but had the figure of a twenty year old and was general held by the male pupils as the best looking teacher in school. That was until last Summer when Miss Brook had arrived, also an English teacher she was straight out of teacher training college and had supermodel looks. And Miss Holden was jealous from the first. Miss Holden really was a risk taker too, currently she was involved in a steamy affair with a sixth year boy that could have led her into a lot of trouble if discovered. Still she was vain enough to despise the attention the younger teacher seemed to be getting from the males of the school and behind what seemed to be a painted on smile she was secretly seething.

Miss Brook was seemingly totally unaware of that jealously and thought Miss Holden had been exceedingly friendly to her since she started and was trusting her as a friend, perhaps that was something she would come to regret?

Leaving them to load their cars with homework we can cut inside the school and to the girls toilets right into a cubicle where Danielle, a blonde sixth former has a spray can in hand and is daubing the back of her cubicles door with the rather racist words of “PAKI TEACHERS GO HOME”. It is a message she had spray around school and is aimed solely at her Biology teacher Miss Shetty. Danielle has had a hard upbringing and poor influences have shaped her into the racist fool she had become. Still she had a great figure, nice tits and a beaming smile so it isn’t all bad news for her. Her father is a member of the British National Party and she would like nothing better than to have foreign scum like Miss Shetty kicked out of this country.

We’ll leave Danielle to her racist daubing and move out to the school gates where Rachel is waiting for her lift home. Her friends Jo and Hannah are watching from behind the wall, Rachel seemingly unaware of their observation. Rachel has been very secretive these past few weeks, a sure sign to her friends that she had a new man. But most unlike Rachel she had not been boasting of her new escort kartal man and her friends were intrigued. Rachel was looking as hot as hell as she stood patiently, in her short black skirt, knee high black stockings and white shirt and tie. Her make up was topped up since the bell rang and she was almost shaking with excitement. Then a Landrover pulled up beside her, much to her friends annoyance it had tinted windows and they couldn’t see the driver as she hopped in and very obviously leaned over to kiss the driver. Still the gossiped, if they could drive something like that it had to be an older woman, just like Rachel. They couldn’t wait to find more.

Also waiting for her lift home is the new exchange student from America, Katy. She’s bright and breezy and very confident and like Rachel she’s being observed but not by friends. No, on a wall across the street are lily and Charlotte, two noted ‘bad girls’. They are smoking and swearing and glowering at Katy, she had made the mistake of crossing Lily in class today, making a bit of a fool of her. Lily was a short girl with a temper to match and vindictive streak a mile wide, She was staring daggers at the American, thinking of all the ways she could make the new girls life miserable.

“Little bitch I’m going to fuck her up so bad” spat Lily.

Charlotte, her fat Welsh friend chuckled.

“Yeah and that bitch Cheryl too” she said as Cheryl and her four friends existed the school gates, “remember she’s got it coming too.”

Lily smirked nastily at her comrade.

“Oh don’t worry about Cheryl, I’m going to make her my bitch before long. I’ll have her begging to kiss my ass, and yours too, don’t you worry Char, the sluts of this school are all going down!”

We’ll go back into the school building for our last look at life in Slatternly High and into Mr. Cole (Maths teacher) classroom. He’s working later when one of his pupils knocks and enters supposedly needing some extra helps with some homework he’s set. That pupil is Keeley Brown. She come sin acting all nervous and timid but the truth of the matter is that she is a teenage temptress and that she is looking for an easy way to get the grades she’ll need to do well this term. Brooks will be an easy mark for her very obvious charms. You see Keeley is rather well endowed and has her top couple of buttons undone as she totters in on heels she has worn especially for this encounter, she wore her shortest skirt today and decided to have her hair in pigtails.

The spectacled teacher struggles to maintain his attention when Keeley, chews on the end of her pen suggestively and bends forward to give him an unrestricted view right down her top to the fleshy delights held within.

“Mr Cole you are sooo great, I just wish there was something I could do to show my thanks” she breathlessly sighed to him in a voice designed to melt hearts.

Just the look he gave her told her that her Maths teacher would be putty in her hands, now all she need to do was get her Physics teacher Mrs Campbell on side and she would be on easy street. That would prove to be more complicated however.

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So that’s our first brief overview of the pupils and staff at Slatternly High and over the next few months all the tension, sexual or otherwise, is about to combust and the events and their fallout will effect all these characters wildly. So watch out for the first chapter of SCHOOL FOR SLUTS coming soon.

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Author’s note —

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else’s writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

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My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great grandmother helped save the future of planet Earth. I have been tasked to write this story to document the events that would lead up to preventing a world war. Part of this story is documented facts, part of it is family oral history, and part of it is first hand knowledge..

It is the year 2169. It was just 45 years ago that my father discovered how to make it possible to have a cold fusion reactor small enough to power everything from small cars to large ships. It even replaced the polluting oil fired power stations and radioactive risky nuclear power plants of the day. Doing so averted a global war over the last remaining oil reserves.

I’ve gone back in time 160 years to document a pivotal time in my family’s history.

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Now that I have fixed my great, great, great grandmother’s marriage and my great, great, great aunt’s marriage. I decided to jump ahead about 20 years to check on how things were going.

Dialing in a date 20 years from when I first arrived, 160 years into the past, I pushed the button on my time transporter and was instantly whisked to the front yard of my great, great, great grandmother’s house. Something didn’t quite seem right though. The name on the mailbox was not my great, great, great grandmother’s married name. It was conceivable that they’d moved since 20 years ago so I used my PDA to tap into a wireless internet connection to do a name search.

I first started with searching phone records for Julie and John’s names locally. I found a John with the same last name but the wife’s name was not Julie. I expanded the search, first to the state, then to the national level. Nothing. There just wasn’t a married couple John and Julie with that same last name. Next I tried an expanded records search for their names and got some matches. There was a home sale transaction under their names just 6 months after their wedding date. I checked for Rick and Riana, they had bought a home in town was well, at about the same time as John and Julie.

There was a birth announcement for both within the first year they were married, but no others. That couldn’t be. The family records said Rick and Riana had 6 kids and my great, great, great grandmother had 3 kids, the third and last was my direct descendent. The next entry was the most telling of all; divorces for both couples just 2 years after their marriage. It was a major blow to me.

Without John and Julie having 2 more kids, I would never exist. My timeline was gone. Even more frightening was the thought that without my dad ever being born, there would most likely have been a world war. I had to find out what had gone wrong. Sometime between the marriage and 2 years later, a major event happened that tore both couples apart.

Dialing the time for just after Julie’s marriage, I pushed the button on my time device and shot back in time. I needed to observe the couple without being seen. Luckily, I had some tiny camera drones I’d brought with me on the trip back in time. If you’ve ever heard the phrase about someone wishing they could be a fly on the wall to see and over hear an event; well, this was the realization of it. It was the size of a fly and could be move through the air like a fly, recording bostancı escort sight and sound, all under the control of a surveillance app on my PDA. I programmed each of the 4 drones to automatically follow John, Julie, Rick, and Riana through their daily life. Then I time jumped a month ahead and downloaded the drone recordings and reviewed the output. For the first year it seemed like John and Julie were doing really well. Rick and Riana on the other hand were having some issues.

Riana had always had an incredible sex drive, even after the baby was born. If Riana had her way, she’d be riding Rick 3 times a day, every day of the week. For Rick, that kind of physical prowess was just impossible. His job was physically demanding enough, then couple that with a lack of energy he was only able to satisfy Riana only once a day at max.

After 18 monthly time jumps, I didn’t see John and Julie as a couple anymore. Oddly enough, it was at the same time the remotes stopped seeing Rick and Riana together as a couple. A couple more monthly time jumps recorded divorce court and custody hearings. It was at the 18 month mark when everything went to hell.

For the monthly jumps, I had programmed the remotes to do a time lapse scan of a few hours of each day. Now that I had a more accurate time frame for scanning, I set them to do a more detailed time lapse series of a few minutes every 2 hours. I went back to the start of the 18th month and turned the remotes loose again. Jumping ahead a week, I down loaded the recordings.

The first weekly download was much like the past 17 months; not much change except that Rick was only fucking Riana once every-other-day. He was looking more and more beat as each day passed. Riana seemed to have a look of frustration and longing.

On the second weekly time jump and download on Sunday, I found what I was looking for. The video for the day before caught mid-afternoon screaming and door slamming. I now had it further narrowed down to the pivotal point. Jumping back to late morning Saturday, I set the remotes to record in real time.

From John and Julie’s remotes, I picked up that John was suppose to go over to Rick and Riana’s house to help with building a rec room in basement. Julie would stop by later, after laundry and feeding and changing the baby.

From Rick and Riana’s remotes, I saw Rick saying that he had to work a couple of hours at the office then be back home by mid-afternoon. Riana’s remote saw her in a skimpy thong bathing bikini, laying on a blanket in the back yard, working on a tan. Since she didn’t want a tan line on her back the bra straps were undone and laying to the sides as she lay face-down on the blanket.

Thirty minutes after Rick had left, John showed up at the door and let himself in. Calling out for anyone at home, Riana called to him to come out to the back yard where she was sunning. Now John and Julie’s sexual needs were somewhat opposite of Rick and Riana. Whereas Riana was getting a lot less from Rick than she wanted, John was getting a lot less from Julie than he wanted.

When John walked through the back slider and saw her face down on the blanket, eyes closed, and only a thong covering her sex, his body reacted in a predictable fashion, his cock started to swell within his shorts. Without opening her eyes she called him over to put some suntan lotion on her back and legs. John was sure this wasn’t entirely right but his legs were taking him to her anyway.

Grabbing the lotion bottle, he squirted out some onto her back and began to rub it in. With ümraniye escort bayan a little extra coaxing, he was doing the back of her legs as well. Seeing that he stopped short of putting some on her hips, she told him they needed some lotion too. Without thinking his hands were working the lotion into her firm ass cheeks, taking more time than was necessary. By this time his cock was half hard and he had to do a quick adjustment to it in his shorts in case it grew even further. Then she did the unexpected.

To his combined fear and delight, Riana rolled over on her back, leaving her bikini top behind. Her 35C breasts were now on full display to him and her shaved pussy was barely covered. Riana’s next command was almost expected as she asked John to work the lotion into the front side of her as well. Without thinking, his hands went to work, putting lotion on her stomach, then moving up to her firm breasts. I couldn’t tell if he really realized what a position he was putting himself in; his hands just seemed like they were on automatic. Reaching down her legs, he worked upwards until he was working the area around her crotch.

It was almost a given at that point that his fingers slipped under the thin covering of her thong and began working up and down her slit. This was what she wanted, a man’s fingers working her sex and getting her off. He hand instinctively found the fly to his shorts, had it down, as was fishing his hardening cock into the open.

Both John and Riana were now beyond thinking of their surroundings, they were just concentrating on each other. The sight of Riana’s moistening pussy, seemed to draw his lips to it until his tongue was licking it with gusto. In order to put himself in a position to begin tasting her sex, he had laid down along side her so that his cock was lined up with her face. Soon he felt her lips wrap around the bulbous head and suck it deep into her mouth.

The more he licked her, the more girl cum she produced, causing him to lick faster. The faster he licked the harder she sucked his cock. It was a heated cycle that would end in climax for both very soon. My cock was aching just watching it happen. Oh how I wished I could have been John at that moment. Knowing that I had to keep my direct interaction with my relatives to a minimum (paradox considerations), I had to settle for jacking off as I watched.

When his balls tensed and his load shot into her mouth, he sucked her clit hard, sending her over the top. If it had not been for John’s cock filling her mouth, she would have let out a scream of ecstasy that would have been heard half way down the block.

When things cooled a bit, Riana sat up to give John a big smile. Instead of a smile, there was a stunned look of shock on her face. When John turned his head to see what she was looking at, there was Rick and Julie standing in the doorway to the slider. Although Rick and Julie had arrived late in the action, they had seen both John and Riana’s thundering climax. What ensued was a lot of screaming and angry words, followed by slammed doors and screeching tires.

This was not how things were supposed to go, I had to find a way to prevent it.

After taking a lot of time analyzing my relatives situation, it pretty much boiled down to two basic things. One, John wasn’t getting enough from Julie to keep him satisfied and two, Riana wasn’t getting enough from Rick to keep her satisfied. Seemed simple enough, keep all four people sexually content with their own partners and they wouldn’t have the want, or the energy, to look elsewhere.

Knowing kartal escort that Julie’s sex drive basically had to be ramped up enough to keep up with John, it seemed like a simple medical fix. Ramping up Rick’s energy, and sex drive to keep up with Riana, would be a similar but more intense medical solution.

For Julie, all I had to do was reference the medical library app on my PDA. Rick’s solution could have been done the same way but had to be handled differently. Jumping forward in time 20 years, I located a medical supply business that I was able to barter information for a lifetime supply of super energy/sex drive enhancement pills. Jumping back in time to a point a year after Julie’s wedding, I immediately put my plan into action.

Having studied my great, great, great grandmother for a while now, I knew she wouldn’t be open to thinking she needed to have her sex drive ramped up to meet John’s, a more ‘back door’ approach would have to be taken. To John’s email, I sent what appeared to be an ad purporting to have the formula to boost your partner’s sex drive. In most cases, those kinds of ads always wanted to sell you something. With mine, it was simple directions to acquiring, mixing, and surreptitiously administering the potion to the intended object of interest. There were a number of herbs that John would have to acquire but nothing that couldn’t found easily. The next part was something I wasn’t sure he’d go for, spiking her daily drink with it. I could only hope, for the sake of my family’s future, that he would have the ‘courage’ to go through with it.

For Rick, in one of the recordings his remote had done, I’d seen where he had gone to the doctor about being a little more tired than usual. From the later remote recordings, the doctor hadn’t provided Rick with anything that worked. I decided to change that.

I took the box of super energy/sex drive enhancement pills and had it delivered to him at work, with a note from his ‘doctor’ telling him to take one pill every other day. The ‘doctor’ had delivered them to his work because of the risk of having them around the house with small children. I put that advisory in the box so that Riana wouldn’t find out where Rick was getting his extra energy from.

Just to make sure that nothing happened on ‘that fateful day’, minutes after Rick had left for work, I taped a note to Rick’s front door, asking John to pick up some snacks at the grocery store for when the 4 of them were together that day. That would pretty much insure that John would be delayed enough so that his arrival back at Rick’s house would coincide with Rick’s and Julie’s, thereby averting the catastrophe.

Apparently the plan worked. Later that Saturday night, when I reviewed the footage from the get together at Rick’s house, everything seemed fine. There were a few noticeable changes though. Julie seemed to have a lot more energy and so did Rick. There was no change in John, except he seemed to be smiling more. Riana, the nympho, seemed not to be as sexually charged as I had seen her before. I had to wonder “Was Rick now able to keep up with her?”

Comparing the family history documents with what I learned when I jumped 25 years into Julie’s future, it seemed that things had been put right. Julie and John were still together and she did indeed have three kids. Rick and Riana were still together and they had had 12 kids by this time. Rick’s super charged sex drive and the physical demands of 12 kids, apparently kept Riana from straying. I’d like to think she had more than she could handle at home, let alone looking for any outside the home.

Having had to do some major saves just in the last two years, just to keep things on track, I wondered if I’d have to be checking up on Julie’s kids to make sure nothing went wrong with them.

To be continued . . .

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High school ended three months ago for Kerry and now it came time for her to start a whole new, exciting life in college. She always dreamed of getting away from her parents and her little town, and that sweaty job at the local ice cream shop that her parents made her work “to gain a sense of responsibility”, they said. She especially disliked the job because she was forced to work with a bunch of male pigs who would constantly stare at her chest and her ass whenever they thought she wouldn’t notice. God, she hated those white, nearly see-through shirts, where on really hot summer days when they were busy, everyone could see right through her soaking wet shirt and delicate bra that left nothing hidden unbeknownst to her mom, who always picked those type of bras out.

Oh well, that’s all behind her now that she’s graduated and has since packed up most of her belongings (including many of her stuffed animals) and brought them to her new apartment, just two miles from campus and a short walk to the shuttle bus. It was a single; her mom and dad agreed to pay the rent as long as she made the dean’s list, which shouldn’t be too difficult since she did that every semester in high school. Although she didn’t have a roommate living with her, there were several neighbors to meet, thankfully, most of them girls. What’s really great about it, and also what her parents enjoyed most, was knowing that the small complex’s caretaker lived in a quaint, cottage-like house at the entrance from the road and also right next to the bus stop. This gave her parents a warm sense of security that their precious, young daughter would be looked after in one way or another for the duration of her school-year by a responsible, mature adult.

Kerry also felt safer; not simply from petty crime, but also because of the fact that she was still a virgin. This fact made her feel especially vulnerable to the many shocking stories about college parties and boys forcing themselves upon girls and such. They didn’t get a chance to meet the handyman that first moving day, but they spotted him high up on a ladder working on an air conditioner belonging to Kerry’s soon-to-be neighbors, Beth and Rachael.

She kissed her parents goodbye after a nearly three hour visit. They simply did not want to leave their beautiful, impressionable daughter in a strange place without their guidance and protection. However, this was a gigantic step forward in her life and she felt proud of her newly-found independence so out the door they went. Once they were gone, Kerry finished unpacking the little bit that her parents didn’t already unpack for her including her toiletries, makeup, panties, bras and other girlie-stuff that her dad was too embarrassed to take out of her suitcases. It was getting dark out and rather cool so Kerry decided to slip into her pale-pink tank top and silk, purple boxers and run a bubble bath.

She shut off the hot stream of water pouring into the tub and swirled her hand through the bubbles, lifting a lush mountain of suds into the air with her arm. Her bath now ready, she used both hands and lifted the bottom of her tank top up over her breasts, catching her chin for a moment, and then up and beyond her wavy blonde hair which cascaded itself back onto her shoulders. Kerry then tucked her thumbs inside her boxers and gently tugged them, one side at a time, off of her hips, and down her legs toward the floor. Just as she was about to step out of them, she heard a loud bang at what sounded like the window in her bedroom, directly in view across the hallway.

The shade was still up. She quickly pulled her boxers back up and cradled one arm over her breasts as she ran to the window to close the shade. She shut the window after several yanks with her free hand and then snapped the shade shut. There…that was better except for that strange smell in the air, almost like a fragrant incense or something that must have wafted in from the window. Oh well, Kerry felt safe again and that’s all that mattered. She wrapped both arms across her breasts trying to warm her now-shivering, slender body and ran all the way to the bathtub where she wasted no time dropping her boxers and stepping into the deliciously soothing bath water and clean-smelling bubbles.

The next morning was her first day of college and she wanted to make sure and be early to the bus stop so as not to be late to for her first class. She set her alarm an hour earlier than she thought necessary and awoke to hear her favorite female artist crooning a tale of lost love. Kerry thought to herself how lucky she was to not have to worry about a relationship since there were no boys in her life, right now that is. She recalled Peter’s face to memory and thought of how enamoured he was of her during her freshman year, when he was a senior. She was flattered, at the time, by the fact that an older boy wanted to go out on a date with her, even though she didn’t know him very well. Her few girlfriends that she had all said that most bostancı escort of the boys in her own class were too shy to ask her out because she was, “too hot and must already have a boyfriend from the football team or something”, so they stated. Actually she never dated anyone until Peter came along.

The first date was when Peter came over for dinner. Kerry’s parents were less than delighted by his age, but found him to be respectful with a healthy dose of shyness. After dinner, they sat on the back porch and played backgammon on the picnic table until her mom and dad told Peter that it was getting late and he should head home. She remembered how he thanked them for dinner and then turned quickly toward her and kissed her gently on her lips and then ran off to his car parked around front.

Kerry blushed at the memory of her first kiss, albeit a stolen one. She turned on the shower and stepped into the invigorating spray of water. She lifted her long, blonde hair back with both hands, elbows high in the air as the steady stream splashed all over her face and cascaded down over her breasts, with little fountains of water spilling off of her still-stiffened nipples. Memories of Peter came back again and now she recalled the second date with him, which also turned out to be the last. He drove over in his convertible on a Saturday morning to pick Kerry up and bring her over to have lunch with his parents, so he said.

She told her parents she was leaving and would be back by eight in the evening so that Peter and her could go see a movie and then grab a bite to eat someplace. Her mom had told her to look pretty for her date so she wore a pale khaki skirt with a white, knit tank top and black, sling back sandals on her feet. He held the door open for her as she sat down and then went around and got in the drivers seat. No sooner were they around the corner when he told Kerry to open the glove box. Inside was a bottle of some kind of liquor. Fear and anxiety were quickly replaced with a sense of adventure and deviousness, a feeling she has yet to re-experience.

Peter told her to open it and take a swallow, said it would feel good. She took a sip and spat it out, but he coaxed her to take a bigger gulp and swallow it all. Kerry lifted the bottle to her lips and drank a whole mouthful. Peter reached for the bottle and then took an even bigger chug himself. After a couple more drinks from the bottle, they were at his house. He parked his car in the empty driveway. There were no other cars so Kerry asked him where his parents were. He simply replied that they must have stepped out to do some shopping before they had lunch together.

Peter brought the bottle inside the house with them and closed the front door behind Kerry and locked it. She was feeling rather light-headed and needed to sit down because the room started spinning. Peter told her to head down into the finished basement where there was a large, comfy couch setup in front of a huge T.V. He said he’d meet her there in a minute because he had to, “take a leak”, as he put it.

The next thing Kerry remembers is opening her eyes, lying on the couch with her knit top pulled up to her neck and her front-release bra hanging loose to either side of her now mostly naked body. She was still groggy from the alcohol she drank and it took her a moment more to notice that her panties were lying on the floor next to the couch, at least she thought they were hers. Then she felt his touch and realized that they were definitely hers lying on the floor and not possibly anyone else’s. She lifted her head and watched in disillusionment as Peter touched her with one hand and touched himself with the other!

He was actually masturbating, right in front of her and worse than that, he was molesting her between her legs. She never before experienced the sensation of warmth and wetness down there that Peter’s perversion was causing. She quickly pulled her hips back effectively yanking what she imagined to be his thumb out of her vagina and told him to stop. He just laughed and told Kerry how beautiful her “tight pussy” was and couldn’t believe how wet she got (he proceeded to show Kerry the hand that was touching her which glistened with her juices). He then reached both hands forward and cupped her breasts, one in each, and started to say something, but Kerry slapped him across the face.

This did nothing more than cause him to start kneading them with his strong hands and pull on her nipples with his thumb and forefinger pleading with her to let him continue to enjoy her surprisingly large breasts for a girl her age. She was utterly disgusted, more with herself for being in this shameful situation, than with his pathetic begging to touch her more. She grabbed hard onto his hands and pulled them from her breasts and rolled off the couch onto the floor. He must have been pretty drunk because he fell off the couch onto the floor lamely trying to catch her. She quickly re-cupped her bra over ümraniye escort bayan her breasts and snapped the clasp into place, then pulled down her knit top. She turned around to see that Peter was still lying on the floor, too drunk to get up, but was looking in her direction muttering more pleads for more playing.

Kerry now noticed that her skirt was missing and that she was completely bare below her navel. She couldn’t stand to give Peter a free show any further and so she quickly walked around the couch searching for her skirt. While walking around the couch, Kerry noticed her wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs, stopping just at the insides of her knees. This made her feel even more ashamed and perplexed at the same time. Behind the couch was her skirt; she undid the clasp and, while breathing in, wrapped it around her waist and reattached it. Now all she needed was her panties, then she could make her escape.

However, Peter had managed to crawl to where her panties were and was holding on to them with the same hand which had defiled her moments earlier. Kerry pointed a slender finger at him and demanded that he give them to her. Peter just giggled, lifted her panties high in the air and then lowered them onto his awaiting face. In the midst of taking a deep breath of her scented undies, Kerry mustered all her strength to try to pry her underwear from his grasp. He was too strong for her, and the strong scent of her femininity emanating from her panties and his hand caused her to give up and just run up the stairs, out the front door and out of Peter’s life for good.

Kerry opened her eyes and snapped back to reality; presently a hot, steamy shower which she now realized was taking longer than she would have liked. She didn’t want to be late for her first class in order to make the best possible impression on her drama professor, Dr. Raymond. After all, she dreamed of joining the cast of the college theater, it was one of her biggest aspirations for college. She stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and reached across the doorway for her towel.

While doing so she felt a cool breeze, stiffening her nipples and giving her goosebumps. She turned her head toward the source and noticed her open window in the bedroom with the top of a ladder exposed just outside. She felt at once violated; her privacy had been intruded upon. Kerry quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her from her chest to her thighs. Unfortunately, this towel was a bit small, left over from her childhood no doubt, and her 36, B-cup breasts caused the towel to lift up to her girl area. She closed the door quietly but realized that all her clothes were in her bedroom. How was she to know that the handyman was going to fix something outside her window this morning?

Kerry bolstered her courage and deftly moved across the hallway into her bedroom and smack in front of the handyman, who was now framed by the window staring at her, smiling and showing a missing front tooth. She let out a quick scream at the shock of seeing an unclean, scruffy-looking older man with graying hair and beard wearing blue coveralls sticking his head into the privacy of her bedroom.

He looked perfectly at ease and even chuckled as he said, “I’m sorry young lady, I didn’t mean to give you a fright.”

Kerry, trembling in her little towel asked, “What are you doing there? Can’t you see I’m almost naked? Don’t you have any consideration?” At this the handyman bowed his head a bit, but kept his eyes on her…all over her, moving up and down her body.

He replied, “I was just installing a new scented filter for your air conditioner, I think you’ll like it.”

Kerry asked, “Well, can you come back and do it when I’m not here?”.

“Not necessary, I’ve finished, for now”, replied the handyman who promptly began descending his ladder and dropped from sight. Kerry, still trembling from the fearful encounter, approached the window and began closing it again smelling a now all-to-familiar fragrance in the air. That pervert must have been at her window last night too. She raised her arms and to her alarm the little towel, till now only held up by her breasts now slipped off her still-moist body exposing her breasts to anyone watching from outside. Sure enough the handyman looked up from the bottom of his ladder and got a free look at her young, but endowed chest with her nipples pointing straight out to the horizon.

She slammed the window shut and dropped the shade then touched something wet and gooey on the sill. She grimaced but wiped it off on her towel thinking it must be from the new filter or something.

The first day of classes went fairly well. She was initially excited to go to her drama class but was overwhelmed by the sheer number of other students; competitors she now faced to be favored by Dr. Raymond for future roles. She got off the bus at her complex and immediately felt uneasy. She realized that she had no friends here, no one kartal escort to walk her to her apartment and make her feel safe. Kerry decided it was time to meet her new neighbors, maybe they knew something more about this handyman. She looked up at her apartment building and scanned quickly for any signs of the handyman.

When satisfied, she set off toward her building. Her neighbors, Beth and Rachael, seemed like lively girls. They often had their stereo blaring and could be seen through their porch window dancing around, sometimes barely dressed, to Kerry’s embarrassment. Today, as she approached their door, across from hers, the radio was blaring again. She knocked, but doubted that anyone inside could hear and so knocked progressively louder and louder until the music finally dropped in volume and the door opened. Standing inside the door was a tanned, sweating, good-looking girl, a little taller than Kerry with her reddish-brown hair tied up. Her white sports bra was soaking wet; her nipples completely visible to Kerry’s uncomfortable surprise. She wore a matching thong on bottom, making Kerry feel a bit more embarrassed at the scant clothing this girl was wearing while answering the door. If it was she, Kerry would have grabbed her purple boxers or something, but maybe this is another example of the liberal college lifestyle she has entered into.

The girl smiled with her brows raised and said excitedly, “Hi! I’m Rachael. You must live across the hall.”

“Yes, I’m Kerry and I’ve only been here for one day.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Kerry. Please come in.”, invited Rachael. Kerry stepped into the rather messy apartment while Rachael jogged to the bedroom and opened the door announcing her visit to her roommate. Hmm, must be tough sharing a bedroom, Kerry thought to herself. Rachael swung the bedroom door only half way shut and proceeded to the kitchen.

“Want something to drink? I’m thirsty…and please sit down on the couch and make yourself at home.”

Kerry replied, “Sure, just some water, please.” Kerry sat down on the couch and put her books down on the floor. Her attention now returned to the bedroom which she could now see into almost fully. She feigned to cover her eyes when she saw Beth standing naked in front of the closet, searching for something to put on. Her body was milk white in stark contrast to her long dark, black hair which reached all the way down to the top of her butt.

Also, to Kerry’s amazement, her breasts, though very pert, were enormously large relative to Beth’s slender body. Kerry looked away when Beth peeked out the open door and shouted out to her, “Hi there, be out in a moment!” She kept the door open and bent down to the ground and picked up a pair of boxer shorts. She then took her time stepping into them and pulling them up her long, slender legs. Her breasts jiggled noticeably. Beth again peeked over to Kerry and noticed that she was staring at her breasts. Beth smiled to herself and shut the door, ending the episode. Rachael returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, herself with a wine cooler.

She sat down on the couch, very close to Kerry and rested her free hand on Kerry’s leg. “It’s so nice to meet you, Kerry. You just moved in, right?” Kerry responded and made some pleasant conversation until Beth came out of the bedroom wearing little more than before. A cropped tank top and almost see-through boxers was all that covered her as she strode over to the couch, sitting on the other side of Kerry. After some more pleasant conversation and questions about where everyone was from, Kerry decided to ask about the handyman. At the mentioning of him, the girls simultaneously blushed and looked at each other, smiling. Rachael responded saying that he was the caretaker and fixed things quite often for them, also saying that he was a very nice man.

“Sometimes we invite him over for…”, Rachael blushed again and glanced at Beth who finished her sentence, “…for drinks.” Kerry, comforted a bit by their seemingly friendly relationship with him then told them about her experiences so far with the open window and all.

They looked at each other again and said, “you know, that’s how we first met him…almost exactly what happened to you happened to us.”

“He was a quirky, shy man who claimed that he needed to fix our air conditioner, clean our windows, or whatever else, just so he could get a look at us in the nude, can you believe that?” Kerry got goose bumps again and opened her mouth to speak but before she could reply, Rachael half-joked, “All he had to do was buy us some drinks to do that.”, and giggled a bit. Beth glared at her and Rachael quieted down.

“He’s just a lonely, old man who has no one to talk to. Actually I feel kinda sorry for him, that’s why we invite him over from time to time. I know he really enjoys the company of a couple of attractive, young women.”

Rachael interrupted Beth with, “Yeah, he really gets off!” Beth glared again and looked at Rachael’s drink.

“What are you drinking, that wine again?” Rachael rolled back into the couch and let out a loud burst of laughter. Beth just shook her head and then addressed Kerry. “You should come back later when the lush is a better neighbor to be around.”

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It was late on a Saturday afternoon and I was in the basement straightening and organizing my work bench, killing time before getting ready to go out to an early holiday party with my wife. Being that I was directly under the bathroom, I could hear every sound coming from there. Most notably, I could hear the sound of the hair trimmer running followed by water running in the shower. I should have known she was up to something…something naughty.

I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I finished doing what I was doing, and when I heard the shower stop, I went upstairs to get myself ready. When I got out of the shower, my wife was going crazy looking through her dresser drawers for a pair of black tights to wear with her outfit. Unable to find a pair, she settled on a pair of black pantyhose instead.

As we headed off to the party, I told her how nice she looked as I playfully caressed her nylon covered leg. She knows how much it drives me crazy when she wears them. I could feel the blood start to rush to my cock as my hand stroked here silky leg. I struggled to keep it under control.

We arrived at the party early so we headed off the to the bar for a drink. As we chatted with the bartender, she kept swiveling in her seat, making sure those legs came in contact with my hand, just barely brushing against it. I flashed her a quick look. She smiled and placed her hand on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. I was going crazy…and she knew it!

We were just about to head to the dining hall when she said “I really like these pantyhose, they are so smooth and shiny.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I somehow managed to get a “me too” to come out of my mouth.

“Good,” she said as she leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. “I think they are going to be ripped off me later!” I just about choked on my drink!

We finished our drinks and headed off to the dining area. I somehow managed to make it through dinner, although she did not make it easy. As we ate, she kept letting those legs brush up against me. I’d like to say it was an accident, but she knew exactly what she was doing to me!

We finished our dinner and went bostancı escort back down to the bar for one more drink. We chatted with friends as we finished our drinks and decided to head off to our favorite pub to wish the owners a Merry Christmas knowing we wouldn’t see them before the holiday.

My wife ordered another drink at the pub and by the time she was finished, I could tell she was definitely feeling…tipsy.

It took some doing, but eventually I convinced her it was time to go. As we drove through town, she grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt. “You are going to rip these open and fuck me,” she demanded as she rubbed my hand against her. She pussy was sopping wet, she was soaked clear through her panties and pantyhose!

I drove home as quickly…and safely, as possible. I don’t think I even had the car stopped before she was out of it, though the garage and up the stairs. I could hear her in the bathroom fumbling with something. I wondered what she was up to, but went about removing my shoes and jacket. As I was hanging my jacket up, I saw her go streaking by me heading for the bedroom. I quickly followed.

By the time I got there, she was already in bed and under the blankets. I pulled them back to find her in just those black pantyhose! She grabbed me and pulled me to her breast, forcing me suck on those erect, and overly sensitive, nipples (as if I was going to stop her). She was going crazy, squirming all over, aching to be fucked!

I started to slip my hand inside her pantyhose, but she stopped me. “I told you to rip them off me!” She scolded. “I ruined my favorite pair of panties so you could rip these off, now fucking do it! Rip them open and fuck me!”

So that’s what she was doing in the bathroom! She had confessed that she had taken a pair of scissors and cut her panties to take them off so she didn’t have to remove her pantyhose first!

My heart began to pound harder, my cock pulsed and twitched, precum was dripping like faucet from the end. I did as she demanded and ripped them open! She grabbed the back of my head and forcefully shoved it between her legs, grinding ümraniye escort bayan her pussy on my mouth!

She was absolutely going crazy!! “Baby,” she said as I lapped up her wetness. “I have this crazy fantasy of just being taken advantage of. Being forcefully fucked, trying to resist. I want you to get up, leave and come back in here. Use me however you want!”

I was puzzled at first by her request as we had never really acted out any sort of fantasy before. I hesitated for a moment. But when she begged me again, I obliged. I left the room and came back in. She was spread out on the bed. She quickly grabbed the blankets and pulled them up in an attempt to cover herself. I grabbed them and pulled them away from her. She quickly tried to cover herself with her hands, but I grabbed her and flipped her over. She continued to fight me the entire time, really getting in to her fantasy. I pinned her down and forced her to spread her legs. She continued to struggle as I slipped my cock in. She cried out in pleasure.

“Use me baby,” she whispered as I fucked her hard and fast, pinning her down to the bed, using that tight pussy to bring myself to the edge over and over again, stopping just at the brink of exploding. She begged me to stop, to not cum in her.

Hearing her pleas to stop was too much! I could sense I wasn’t going to able to hold back any longer. I quickly forced her to get up on all fours and I fucked her from behind, holding a handful of hair and smacking her ass as I did.

She screamed out in pure ecstasy! She continued to beg me to stop and not cum in her! I pushed her back down, again pinning her on the bed. I pulled my cock out just so the tip was still inside her before thrusting all the way, buried as deep as I could be, and exploded inside her, my cock twitching and pulsing!

I stayed there for a few seconds, making sure every last drop was inside her before rolling off her and letting her up. She begged me for her vibrator. My mind was in such a fog, I don’t even know how I managed to find it, but I did.

I handed her the vibrator she craved and watched as she teased her pussy kartal escort until she came again and again. She was insatiable, working her way to another orgasm…and another…and another. She begged me to fuck her again! I so badly wanted to, but I was still recovering from round one and still so sensitive.

She was a bit disappointed that I wasn’t yet ready for round two. She kissed me and whispered in my ear “Get the big cock out of the drawer and fuck me with it!”

I grinned as I reached in to her toy drawer and pulled out a big rubber cock. I got between her legs and enjoyed the view as she teased. She was so wet, so full of cum, my cum and hers! I took the rubber cock and rubbed it on her pussy, coating it with our juices before easily slipping it inside her. I started out slow, but she grabbed my hand and forced me to go faster! “Fuck me hard with that cock!” she cried! “Fuck me hard, make me squirt all over, all over your fucking face!”

I continued to slam that rubber cock in her until she came, her entire body lifting off the bed! At this point, she was still begging me to fuck her, and by now, I was more than ready! She flipped around on all fours and I buried my cock in her. I held her hips tight as she slammed back against me. I let her have control, let her set the pace for how she wanted it. Her ass smacked hard against me as she thrust back on me.

“You better fucking fill this pussy again,” she growled as she reached between her legs and teased my balls. They immediately tightened sending me over the edge!

“Holy fuck!” I screamed as exploded in her once again!

She continued to slam herself back against me, driving my cock into her pussy as my cum spewed forth. I begged her to stop but she wouldn’t! I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight, trying to regain control. She struggled against my restraint, still slamming my spent cock into her pussy.

When I finally got her to stop, I carefully pulled out and we both collapsed on the bed. The room was spinning and I couldn’t think straight. Before I knew what was happening, she was over top of me, lowing her well fucked…and filled pussy to my awaiting mouth. I lapped up every bit of our cum, bringing her to one last orgasm as I did.

Satisfied, she lifted herself off me and snuggled in tight, pulling the covers up as she did. I held her tight as we drifted off to sleep, ending a wonderful night of naughtiness.

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