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Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions.

First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time before they “accidentally” swapped partners.

Second the repercussions of unprotected sex are less severe than our universe. Not to say that STDs and unexpected pregnancies don’t occur, just that they occur less frequently and in the case of STDs, a good shot of antibiotic will put you right again. HIV has yet to be introduced so STDs aren’t a death sentence there.

Lastly, pedophilia and incest (which I will not be writing about) are virtually unknown. Children are to be protected and loved not abused. When they reach the age of consent, they can join in the adult games if they so desire, but there is no pressure on them to do so.

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Preface

Heather and I were reminiscing the other day and she turned to me and asked, “How the hell did you end up in that bar that night anyway? I don’t think you have ever told me that story and to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”

I shrugged as I said, “It was just one of those things.”

But it did get me thinking, why was I in that bar, on that night, at that particular moment in time…

BANG!!

With that simple but loud sound, all activity in the restaurant stopped instantly. Barbara removed her hand and part of my brain marveled at how quiet it had suddenly become. Another part of my brain was fascinated by the ring now partially embedded in the table in front of me. And yet a third part of my brain was fascinated by the rhythmic motion of her ass in those tight jeans walking angrily out of my life forever. Gawd I loved that ass.

As sounds slowly crept back into the universe, I reached out and recovered the ring from where she had tried to entomb it, as yet another chunk of my fractured consciousness noted that by my watch, I had been engaged to the most perfect creature in all of time and space for the sum total of 21 minutes and 37 seconds.

Somewhere, a voice was screaming for me to get my head out of my ass and follow her. Apologize.

Prostrate myself in front of her so she could walk over my supine body with her stiletto heels. Kiss her feet, her ass, anything to stop this travesty.

So I picked up the ring, dropped it in my packet. Threw a 50 on the table and walked into the night. Of course the white Lamborghini we arrived in was gone, as was she. It was ok. The five mile walk back to my house felt good, even if it took me about 12 miles to get there. I guess I missed a couple (dozen) turns.

But it was ok. My drinking buddy JD was there and we sat up talking and drinking alone all night.

The downside of drinking with JD is that he is not very good about saying, “Whoa buddy, I think you’ve had enough”.

So it was about 4:30 or 5 in the afternoon that I got up off the kitchen floor and went to puke last night’s dinner into the porcelain throne. The white felt cool and nice on my face, but I had to get moving, so I threw myself into the shower and then into some clean clothes. As I pulled the same old jeans back on the thought crossed my mind ‘I really need to do some laundry or go buy more jeans.’

Wasn’t going to happen tonight.

I picked my old friend JD up and tossed back the last mouthful of his advice and headed out to my car. It was not a nice white Lamborghini, just a well-kept Japanese midsize car with a lot of miles on it. It was Barbara’s family that was into the euro car scene, but they could afford it. I couldn’t and probably never would now.

I hit the road carefully, figuring I was still probably way over the legal limit and headed north. The air felt good coming in the open windows and I was just starting to enjoy myself when I glanced in the rear view mirror and fucking had a heart attack. Bright and blinding the flashing lights came up behind me and then the patron fairy of intoxicated idiots threw me a bone. The lights pulled out around me and ran flashing on down the road, chasing someone or something more important than me.

About then, I realized that I hadn’t actually pissed myself, but it was close. There was an exit up ahead.

The cops had gone past it, so it was time I pulled off the road and chilled for a while. This is exactly what I tried to do.

Just off the exit ramp was a small strip mall with what looked like one of those cracker box restaurants. A bathroom and a cup of coffee might be just what I needed. I pulled in and parked and walked up to the door. Before I got there, some sober part of my self-preservation instinct said ‘There are some bushes right over there that canlı bahis need watering. They need watering real bad. Real bad.’

But I wasn’t listening.

I also didn’t listen when my eyes read the sign by the door that spelled out the rules of the joint. ‘You don’t need to go in there; the bushes are just around the corner…’

Why would rule 4 be ‘No Colors’?

I opened the door and was amazed that anything could be that dark. Before my eyes adjusted to the absence of light, a mountain to my left growled “five bucks”. I dug it out and passed it over. To this day, I still don’t know if that place had a cover charge or if he just extorted $5 from everybody stupid enough to open his door.

Sliding in I saw the reason for the dark was a black blanket hanging over a frame just past my friend the mountain. I slid it to the side and walked into a dimly lit, biker strip bar.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Colors?

Gang Colors!

What the fuck is a young scrawny white kid in a polo shirt and jeans doing in a fucking biker strip bar??!??

Well, if I’m gonna die, I might as well have a drink.

A quick glance showed me that there was a bar to my right. I walked over to the bar more confidently than I really felt (show no fear). Plunked my butt on a bar stool and took in the place. The bar was one of the horseshoe types with 2 bartenders both topless. My bad luck was holding. The guy asked what I was drinking.

“JD, no ice, no water” I said.

He flashed me a grin and pulled a mostly clean glass off the rack and filled it up. I put a 20 on the bar and he nodded and plunked the glass down in front of me.

I decided it was time to get the lay of the land. I’ve described the bar. There were three small stages with stripper poles on the floor. One stage was to my left, one straight ahead and one on the other side of the bar. The first two each had a really thin chick dancing with only a G-string on. The third stage was a little bigger and had a pair of girls doing interesting things to each other for the enjoyment of most of the audience. Behind me I could barely make out a set of booths against the wall. One was empty. One had a scrawny older chick blowing a biker with what looked like a 5 dollar bill in her hand. The third looked empty.

I went back to making friends with my drinking buddy JD again and watched as a tall gangly guy walked up to the first stage and slapped 2 twenties down.

“Ohh! It’s on,” said the other bartender.

I glanced over and checked her out. She was late 20’s, firm tits with a little bit of a muffin top over her short shorts.

What’s on?” I asked.

She glanced over at me, must have decided I was safe and slid a little closer.

“Leon there has been drinking all afternoon and he has been getting a big fucking hard-on for SuzieQ every time she gets up to dance. So he just called her out. If she takes the cash, you’ll get a ring side seat when he hauls her back here to the booth and splits her cunt with that yardarm of his. By the way, I’m Becky if you need anything …”

Finding it difficult to take my eyes off her tits I glanced over in time to see SuzieQ pull herself way up on the stripper pole, flip upside down and helicopter down to the stage grabbing the cash at the last second. Leon let out a massive roar and picked SuzieQ up over his shoulder and headed our way.

Becky was silently clapping her hands and jumping up and down a little which was fucking amazing. I don’t know if her tits were natural or enhanced, but they bounced and her nipples started to grow like Pinocchio’s nose. Dying of frustration that I couldn’t be a chameleon and watch two things at once I settled on spinning a little so I could watch Becky and the Leon & SuzieQ show without swiveling my head off.

As Leon slapped his prize down on the table in the first booth, I saw the biker in the next booth sit up a little bit and shoot his wad all over the older chick’s face and then shove his dick back into her mouth.

Leon just grabbed each side of the G-string and pulled and that was that. SuzieQ was in her birthday suit. She spread her legs and he buried his face in her cunt. He must have been good because she started to moan and shake pretty quick. When she grabbed his head and held it between her thighs, I could see him undo his belt and then he stood up and dropped his pants to show off The Biggest Cock I Have Ever Seen.

“One of these days, I am going to have that piece of meat for myself” I heard Becky mutter.

I glanced over and she had her short shorts unzipped and had a hand sliding in and out. Her other hand was up cupping her perfect breast and flicking the nipple.

I wasn’t sure which I want to watch more until Becky pulled her hand out and slid a finger into my drink. Before she could retrieve it, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers to my mouth. Her scent with the aroma of the alcohol was intoxicating. Her eyes showed a little fear when I first grabbed her then she relaxed as I sucked bahis siteleri her fingers clean.

Her other hand slipped down into her shorts, dipped into her honeypot and then headed for my glass. I released her first hand and captured the second hand and repeated the finger cleaning.

Just then I heard SuzieQ scream, “Fuck me with that goddam dick of yours. No more teasing I want it now.” And Becky gave a nod with her chin as she retrieved her fingers.

I turned and watched as Leon stopped humping the outside of her cunt and pulled his dick back and tried to slide the head into SuzieQ. It wouldn’t go. He pulled it out and spit on her pussy lips three times and rubbed the head of his massive cock to try and wet it. This time he was able to get it in and SuzieQ wrapped her legs around his waist and started pulling him deeper into her.

I noticed movement from the second booth and the old chick was riding one guys cock. The original guy was just starting to slide his dick slowly into her ass and there was a third guy fucking her mouth all the way in until she made gagging noises then pulled out and slapped her face with his dick then shoved it back into her mouth.

I glanced back at Becky and her eyes were glazing over. She had dropped her shorts and stepped out of one leg. She had that leg up on a box perfectly showing off her clean shaven snatch while sliding a blue dildo into her pussy. She licked her fingers and started pulling on her nipple. When she saw me watching, she arched her back a bit, blew me a kiss and mouthed “fuck me later” silently.

Leon and SuzieQ were grunting and humping their way to paradise but the threesome in the next booth got there first. The first guy pulled out of her ass and started spurting his cum all over her back. That started the guy in her mouth jamming his cock all the way in and grunting as he spewed hot cum down her throat. When those guys were done, she climbed off the last guy and grabbed his cock in her hand and started pumping furiously on it while licking the head like a lollypop. When that didn’t do it, she spit on her hand and slid a long finger up his ass while stroking him like a steam engine. That did it and she pulled her head back as his cock went off like a fountain.

Just then Leon started to arch his back and make noises in his throat. SuzieQ pushed him back and slid off the table and knelt in form of him sliding her mouth over the massive head of his cock. I didn’t think she could take it in, but she just barely did before he grabbed the back of her head and you could see his balls rise and fall as he pumped his cum into her mouth. It must have been a lot because she couldn’t handle it all and it dribbled from the sides of her lips and fell on her tits. It seemed like forever, but finally he let SuzieQ up go and she sat gasping for air.

I heard a sound from Becky’s direction and turned in time to watch her have an amazing orgasm. She had the dildo up her cunt and was rubbing her clit when she started to shake and gave out a low moan.

The shaking got more intense until she stood up on her tiptoes and tensed her whole body for a moment then slumped down as if boneless. She sat quivering for a moment then pulled the dildo out and gave it a quick wash in her mouth, then stepped back into her shorts and pulled them up.

The crowd was breaking up now that the Leon and SuzieQ show was over. I was feeling nature’s call, so I leaned over to Becky and mouthed, “Bathroom?”

She leaned over the bar and gave me a quick kiss and whispered, “Not yet. I get a break in 20 minutes.”

I laughed and whispered back, “That’s not what I meant. I need to take a piss. Where is the bathroom?”

It took a second to sink in, and then she giggled and pointed.

I grabbed her hand and kissed it and said, “I’ll be back”.

The walls of the bathroom were covered in a hodge-podge of the nastiest porn imaginable glued over virtually every wall and surface possible. While pissing I was trying to make sense of this picture over the urinal. As near as I could tell, it was two women 69-ing while each had a cock in the mouth, a cock in the pussy and another in the ass. But that was just a guess. I just shook my head and zipped up. I was feeling much better.

Just as I came out, all hell broke loose. All I could hear was a lot of yelling and a group of people standing next to the second booth.

“He paid you bitch, I was just fucking your mouth because it was an empty hole you whore,” yelled the guy that had fucked the older chick’s mouth.

“That’s 5 bucks you cheap bastard. You know I ain’t free,” that was the chick. “And you, dick face, that’s an extra 10 for fucking my ass.”

It went downhill from there. In seconds, the three were slapping, hitting, biting and god knows what to each other. I decided discretion was the better part of valor and slid into the last booth to stay out of the way and ducked down.

The fight didn’t last long. The mountain came by and picked most of them up under bahis şirketleri one arm and one by the scruff of the neck and dragged them outside. The DJ came back on announcing the next round of dancing and the crowd moved out to the stages.

I was ready to slide out of the booth when a hand grabbed my knee and I heard a tiny voice say, “Please don’t go. You have to help me get out of here.”

I looked down and there was this beautiful young woman on the floor with her legs tucked up under her.

“What do you mean?” I said, a little slow on the uptake.

“It’s embarrassing,” she started. “I came here with some girlfriends on a dare. We were at a bridal party and a few of us got drunk and Roxy said she knew of a little dive that was kind of racy and Melody wanted to go check it out and so we came here and I had to use the bathroom and when I came out they were gone and I got scared and hid under this table. I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to go, but I’m scared of all these … guys.”

“You really want out of her?” I asked. She nodded, in tears.

“Ok. Let’s go now. Everybody is out by the stages and it is a straight shot to the door. I’ll stand up. You come out and walk on my left side so nobody will see you and we’ll go. My car is right out there and we’ll be gone.”

She nodded and stood up. I wrapped my arm around her and we walked together out into the night. I feel guilty saying this, but I did look over for Becky but she was on the other side of the bar and didn’t see us go.

When we hit the parking lot, the mountain was still reasoning with the lovebirds. Well two of them anyway. One guy was down on the ground and as we got to the car I heard a thud and saw the other guy slump to the ground. The chick was laughing and dancing with her flabby tits flapping every which way as she jumped around.

As I pulled the car out onto the street I said, “By the way, my name is James. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She giggled a little hysterically and said, “Hi James, I’m Heather and I think I love you.”

“Where mayest thy chariot take thee my lady?” I said in my best medieval tones.

“You are probably not going to like this, but I live way south of here,” she said slowly.

“Just say where and I’ll be happy to take you there,” I said as I turned the car to the freeway south.

She named an intersection.

“Holy fucking shit!!” I yelled and then immediately regretted it.

Heather had shrunk down into the crack between the seat and the door and was seemingly half her original size as she tried to make herself even smaller and invisible.

“I’m sorry,” she kept saying over and over again.

“I’m sorry, too,” I said once I got control of myself. “I really didn’t mean to yell that loud. I just got excited that you live that close to me.”

For a few minutes the only sound was the wind blowing over the car and the tires rolling on the street.

Finally, Heather found her voice and asked, “You really mean that you live that way too?”

“Yep,” I said. “Cross my heart and hope my cock falls off.”

I rattled off my address and said, “That’s only about a mile from where you live.”

With that Heather began to come out of the corner of her seat like a rose bud unfolding. “Well,” she started, “We can’t have your cock falling off. Somebody might need it.”

There was a long pause and I really wished the radio in this POS car worked, so it could soak up some of these awkward pauses. Before I could figure out anything to say, she continued, “So what in hell were you doing way up here if you live way down there?”

My first thought was to say, “I could ask you the same question” but a jackass cutting us off froze that thought while I tried to avoid an accident. When things had calmed down I blurted out, “I was having a really fucking bad day and I just jumped in the car and started driving. I pulled in there because I had to take a piss and I thought it was a pancake house or cracker box or something. I never would have guessed it would be a biker strip club sex show bar kind of dive.”

Heather giggled and said, “Yeah, it was not exactly the way Roxy described it either. I’m pretty sure she had never been in there before from the look of sheer terror in her eyes when we walked in.”

“It was quite eye opening,” I agreed. “The only time I have seen people fucking, other than in porno films, was when I walked in on my roommate and his girl. I just stood there and watched for a while. Eventually she saw me and invited me over. That’s when I freaked out and left. I could hear them laughing about it.”

“I’ve never even had that. The best I have had is listening to the headboard bang into the wall when Roxy gets fucked by her guy,” she said. “It was pretty amazing watching those people just think nothing of just walking up to somebody and having some kind of sex with them. I’m embarrassed to say it, but as scared as I was, I was also getting horny.”

I agreed with her, “I know. I was getting such a hard on watching all the shenanigans, I damn near came in my pants. It’s a good thing you grabbed my knee after I had gone to the bathroom or I would have pissed myself. I damn near did anyway.”

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Special thanks to BDSM Bill for helping with the editing of this story. Bill Sir Your gift of inspiration, motivation, acceptance and friendship are appreciated more than i may ever say. Thank you for everything. niyah

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Janet awakened startled. The phone was ringing. She turned over and stretched out pale flesh as soft fingers grabbed the receiver.

“Hello?” she said.

“What’s up?” The voice said.

“Hey baby. Good morning. How are you baby?” Janet said.

“Good morning. Busy day today. I am calling to see if you can get away on Friday. All day and possibly all night.” He said.

“Well Ben, I don’t know. What is my reason?” she purred back.

“I want you to come with me to the beach.” He replied.

“OH! Yes, Ben, of course. I will arrange it and go,” she practically squealed.

“Great. I cannot wait to hold you, sweet darlin’,” Ben said in a warm voice.

“I can’t wait either, baby.” She replied.

“Ok, I will meet you at the hotel parking lot, and we will travel together to the beach,” Ben said.

“Ok, baby, until then,” Janet said.

“Until then darlin’,” He said.

“Bye, hon,” Janet said softly.

“Bye bye. I will try to call you later,” Ben said.

The phones were hung up. Janet turned over in bed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it closely to her. Wow, she never thought in a million years he would actually go through with taking her somewhere. Not just somewhere, but taking her to the beach for an entire day, possibly a night. Janet’s green eyes sparkled as thoughts drifted toward the upcoming trip. She sat straight up in bed. “Oh my God, what will I wear?” she cried to no one.

Ben heard the excitement in Janet’s voice and he smiled. He was glad he would be able to get away and take her to a place where they could spend some unrushed time together. He chose the beach as it was his favorite and he wanted to share the happiness he always felt there. He had already told his wife he was going away on business and would probably have to spend the night. So as long as Janet was able to cover her end, they would have at least one night together.

Janet spent the day looking through her wardrobe, trying to find something to take with her. She arranged to take off work and then decided to go shopping. She wanted something special to wear for Ben, something sexy, slinky and teasing to his eyes. Ben liked her to wear nice things for him, even if they only had a couple of hours together. She would meet him at the door wearing something different each time. He enjoyed it very much. He would always compliment her and it would make her heart beat quicker.

Ben was busy at work but decided to call Janet, just to let her know he was thinking about her. His day was going to shit fast but he had Friday to look forward to and he would make love to her as many times as she could handle. He laughed to himself at that one. He looked out the window and noticed the sun bathing the sidewalk. The grass was so green today. The air was crisp and cool he had noted on the way inside. Ben picked up the phone and hit the speed dial and heard the ring.

“Hey baby,” Janet said first thing.

“Hey darlin’.” Ben said. “I thought I would give you a call and see how you were doing and let you know I was thinking about you.”

“Awww, thank you babe. You are so sweet,” Janet said. “I am out shopping. I need to find something new to wear for you Friday.”

“Don’t go through a lot of trouble baby. You won’t be in clothes for long. I had thought more along the lines of being naked the entire time. Is that OK with you?” He laughed as he said this.

“Laughs. Yes of course that is wonderful. I want you so badly that naked sounds beautiful and erotic to me,” Janet said.

“Me to darlin’.” Ben said.

“Well, baby, I am gonna buy something new anyway. Perhaps just a nightie and a swimsuit or something. I will find something to entice you with,” Janet said.

“Darlin’, you entice me. You don’t need clothes to do that. It is that beautiful smile and wonderful personality that do me in all the time,” Ben said in a caressing manner.

“OK, darlin’, I have to go. I have work to get done so we can spend that day together,” Ben said.

“OK, baby. I am heading into the shop now. Talk to you later, OK?” She asked.

“Yes, baby, later,” Ben said.

The phones were hung up again. Ben began doing the paperwork again. Janet went and began to shop, trying different lingerie on and frowning at almost every piece that touched her pale, freckle-covered flesh. Janet was getting weary with this expedition, and then finally found the perfect thing. It was a red teddy that was not form fitting. It covered her plush curves well and was very transparent. It had garter belts and red hose that she pulled on. The entire ensemble looked better than anything else she had tried on. She knew he would love it, or at least say he did.

Janet made her purchases and then headed home. She had to get everything ready before her house began to get busy. She packed illegal bahis her suitcase and began to think of her reason for going out of town. She had already called into work for Friday, but she had to tell her family something. She also needed her mom to take her child for the weekend. Janet made the arrangements for her daughter. Finally, her husband was home. She explained to him that some of the girls were getting together for an overnight stay at the beach, friends from her hometown. She really wanted to go and asked if he was OK with this. John told her he was, so everything was set and ready to go.

Friday came, and Janet kissed her daughter goodbye. She told her husband she would call later that night. The day was cool, but clear. The air was so fresh that it felt like she was breathing it for the first time in life. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles. Her pussy ached and throbbed. The breeze blew through her hair, lifting it in the soft puffs of wind. The sun radiated the tresses, making her head seem like it was covered in a roaring fire. The smell of fall was in the air. She could not wait to get to the hotel. Janet climbed into her vehicle and headed for the meeting spot.

Ben had made excuses with his wife as well and made sure his kids were taken care of for the weekend. He told his wife he had a business conference and would be back Saturday or Sunday. He headed out the door and got into his car. He was having to rein himself in, as he wanted to be there right now. The anticipation was killing him. He sped down the highway, anxious to get there. Finally he pulled into the parking lot, and there she was. He stopped in the entrance and just looked at her. She had not seen him yet so he was able to just watch her. Janet was radiant today. The sun seemed to illuminate her body. She glowed with warmth and sensuality that Ben knew she had no idea she possessed.

Janet had a hard time accepting compliments. Ben, of course, knew this and he was working on it with her. Janet felt him before she saw him. She stopped what she was doing and looked toward the entrance. There he was, just staring at her. Jane felt the red hue begin to suffuse over her body. How in the world could he just watch her? What did he think about when he did, she wondered? She waved her hand to him. She had her bags out and ready to be loaded into the car. Ben pulled in beside her and got out. He loaded her bags and opened the passenger’s door for Janet. She bent and molded herself against the leather seat. The car was so comfortable. The drive would only be a couple of hours. There was lots she could do to cause mischief in that small amount of time. She laughed loudly then. Ben looked at her and saw that glint in her beautiful eyes and knew for certain he was in for lots of surprises.

He entered the car, looked around, and saw no one about, so he leaned over and captured her mouth with his. The kiss was brief, but the electricity in the car that resulted would power a hundred houses for hours. Ben could see that Janet was breathless from that brief kiss. He knew she was feeling nervous, excited, and emotional all at once. He loved how her body surrendered to his touch. The things she had let him do to her were just unexplainable to him.

He had spanked her hard a couple of times. He remembered the first time he lay her over his knees as he sat on the bed, so the bed supported them both. His hand rubbed the ivory moons. He noted every freckle there. Then, without warning, had brought his hand down with a loud SMACK! Janet had bit her lip then, and had not screamed. He repeated the smacks, noting her flesh turned red, then bright cherry-red, to where the heat was explosive from her cheeks. She was writhing on his lap then. He took his fingers and moved them through the cleft of her ass until he reached her pussy. He was surprised to find it sopping wet.

His cock was already hard, but damn, when he felt her so wet he went rigid. His fingers moved into her. Her walls were hot and slick. She was sweating as she began to beg. He added another finger, and then decided to spank her again. His hands would alternate. Fingers were shoved in, then SMACK as fingers withdrew. He did this for about 15 slaps to the ass when suddenly he felt the change. Janet exploded all over his hand and legs. She was like an ocean. He had never felt someone get so wet and let go so well. Her ass was on fire, though. He knew she would not sit for awhile.

Ben returned to the here-and-now and thought he would have to do the spanking thing again. Janet had been so hot that day. She had lost control, and that is what he wanted her to do. They rode to the beach talking about everything, work, play, home, family, friends, money and of course how things were going with them. He apologized for all the cancelled times, and hoped this trip would make up for it as he intended. Janet sat in the seat, stopped talking, and just watched him. He noticed that she had suddenly been quiet. Then he knew why.

“Baby, could you pull over a moment?” Janet asked.

“Of illegal bahis siteleri course, darlin’, you OK?” He asked.

“Yes, I am well, hon.” She replied.

Ben pulled the car off the shoulder of the road, making sure to be far off the side as he did not wish to have his car door hit off or any other type of accident today. Janet leaned forward and whispered “You have a spot on your pants, Ben. I am just going to see if I can wash it out.” Sure enough, Janet leaned over and unbuttoned his trousers and an audible zip was heard following. Ben was rock hard after having remembered the spanking. He caught his breath when he heard her respond to his member.

Janet leaned forward and found that Ben was hard. She pulled his cock out of his boxers, and in one great lunge consumed his hard meat into her mouth. She took him deep until the head was pushing at the back of her throat. She was consumed with desire then. She knew that her petals were soaked, but she wanted to do this for him. She began to run her tongue up and down the shaft as she moved his cock in and out. Her fingers worked magic on his balls.

Ben was showing signs of being very aroused, to the point of being ready to beg her to hurry. Instead, his hands wrapped in her hair, and he began pushing her onto his cock. He made her keep his pace, not the other way around. Janet felt the change, and she cooed and whimpered. She loved it when he took control like this. She felt him her throat open more. He was almost gagging her with his thick girth. God, his cock was so smooth, and she could taste his pre-cum. Suddenly she heard his voice. He was going to cum. She knew it was happening when she felt the head seem to double in size, blocking her airway. Suddenly, she felt the warm, wet, salty fluid hit her mouth. She began swallowing quickly, as she could still feel him shove her head up and down, up and down.

Ben felt her mouth wrap around his cock, and it was like heaven, or what he perceived as heaven — so hot, so slick. He was so turned on, and that she would do this in the car on the highway was just exciting to him. She was relentless, keeping up with the pace he set. He was on fire as she moved her tongue around his shaft, sucking the head every chance he offered, but mostly just moving with him. He felt her fingers graze his balls and squeeze them. His balls were wet from her saliva and his fingers were gripping her hair so tightly. Suddenly, he felt her finger against his ass. He knew what she was about to do but was unsure about it until he felt her push gently into the sphincter. His ass tightened up worse than anything he had ever felt, but her mouth was moving like crazy, and as her finger moved in and out and her mouth up and down he suddenly felt his balls tighten and his body was so close.

“Oh God, I am going to explode, babe. Here it comes. Oh, yes!!” He yelled.

Janet felt her mouth fill with his essence and slide down her throat. She swallowed with no problem and continued sucking just the head. She felt his hands grip her head holding her still as he enjoyed the feeling and spasms that erupted more juice into her mouth. Finally he released her head. He was breathing heavily and she saw him sitting there in the seat with eyes closed.

Janet’s head came up and her eyes sparkled with lust for him. Her lips were swollen from the pressure of the blow job, and they looked more full and pouty. She kissed his ear and whispered, “Did you enjoy it, baby?”

“Yes! Darlin’ how could I not?” He said.

Things grew quiet then as he grasped her hand and returned to the highway. He wanted to hurry up and get there now. His thoughts wandered to the hotel room he had reserved, the hot tub and the large, king-sized bed. He also could hear the water hitting the beach as the breeze off the ocean would come through the room.

Janet rested her head against Ben’s shoulder and closed her eyes. She was tired now, which was to be expected. They both knew her energy came and went. The car lulled her like a baby. The warmth of his body kept her company in her dreams. It was not long before she felt the car stop. Ben kissed her softly. “Wake up, sleepy head. We are at the hotel, baby,” Ben said.

“Oh, wow. I am sorry, Ben. I did not mean to sleep the entire trip,” She said.

“It is OK, darlin’.” Ben replied.

Ben and Janet exited the car. They were both anxious to get checked in and spend the rest of the day and night together. Ben carried the bags and checked in while Janet waited at the car. He returned with the keys, and led the way to the room. There were pools indoors and outdoors. Janet heard the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach. She could smell the salt, and almost taste it from the breeze that blew past her. They rode the elevator up to the room. Janet was having very naughty thoughts about the elevator. Unbeknownst to her, so was Ben. He looked over at her and saw her flushed cheeks and knew she was thinking just what he was. He laughed out loud at that. Janet looked at him oddly. He just winked. canlı bahis siteleri Janet blushed more.

Ben opened the door to the room and placed the bags at the makeshift closet. “Close you eyes, Janet,” He said. Janet closed her eyes like he asked and felt her heart flutter. Ben led Janet toward the in-ground hot tub that sat at the sliding glass doors of the room. “Open your eyes now, honey,” He said.

Janet was in awe. The ocean was slamming onto the beach. There was a hot tub in the room where they could open the doors and allow the ocean breeze to caress them as the tub delighted them. She smiled so bright that Ben thought it changed the color of her eyes. “It is lovely Ben. Thank you for this. It is so beautiful here,” Janet said.

Ben leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Janet melted and melded her body to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lead the way of things to come. Ben was hard already. He knew they needed to eat but that was what room service was for anyway. He also knew it would be dark soon, and he wanted to walk the beach with her. Ben decided he could not wait. He needed her now. His fingers began removing the buttons from the holes on her shirt. Janet’s fingers began tracing patterns on his back. The last button gave and her shirt fell open, revealing the red lace bra she had bought. His eyes lit up at the way her nipples were poking out through the lace. Janet’s fingers found the bottom of his shirt, and she pulled it over his head. She tossed it to the ground.

Ben found the buttons to her skirt and he released that as well. Janet felt the material as it fell down over her hips, with his hands following the slow movement. Janet’s fingers found his belt and she removed the buckle and unbuttoned the pants. As she moved down his body her lips found his nipple, then his side, belly, hip, and then, finally, his cock. It was already dripping some as her lips found the tip. Her hands continued removing the clothing as her mouth tasted the delicious flesh.

Ben knew if he did not stop her he was going to lose it quickly. He wanted her so badly that he was ready to explode with very little contact. Ben wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her away from his shaft. He tugged gently for her to come up to him. His mouth quickly devoured hers, as he removed her bra, and then her panties. He knew she was embarrassed, as she was always shy with him. Eventually, though, he hoped she would get over that. The breeze blew softly through the curtains that covered the sliding glass door. The beach was silent except for the waves crashing onto the surf.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. His lips found hers once more, and then he surprised her. He pointed to the top of the bed, where she saw something dangling. She crawled up there, and what she saw made her eyes pop wide open. There dangling was a silk tie. She wondered when he did this, but did not ask as she felt his hand on her shoulder. Janet complied with the pressure, turned over, and lay upon her back. Ben was on her quickly, his knee pushing her thighs apart as his hands lifted hers to the silk. Janet could feel the hard length of his shaft against her thigh. Her hips automatically moved, trying to caress that piece of him. Ben secured her wrists and made sure that it was not so tight as to cut off circulation. Then he proceeded to do as he had promised once before.

Janet began to struggle. She was strung as taut as a banjo string right now. She knew the moment his mouth left her lips and moved down toward her breasts what he was going to do now. Her mind was in a frenzy. She did not cum that way. She had once, maybe twice, but no more than twice. She got too uptight, too nervous to relax and allow it to just happen. She had shared this with Ben, and he had said he was going to do that to her one day to show her that she could relax, and she would cum. Janet’s eyes closed as she tried to relax. His mouth was biting her nipples over and over again. Janet was squirming beneath him as her hips still undulated, reaching for his thigh. He pressed his thigh down and felt her grind against it hard. Ben was glad he was able to turn her on like this. He continued to move his thigh rhythmically against her mound, his mouth wreaking havoc on the hard buds. Janet’s pussy was randy against his leg. He moved rapidly down her abdomen. His tongue drew traces and circles down her belly, until he reached her mound of shaved petals. His fingers parted the silky petals, and he dipped his tongue into that fountain like a pen to ink.

Janet arched off the bed the moment his tongue touched her there. She moaned and panted with each stroke of his tongue. Her heart raced, and she moved as much as she could on the bed. Her hands pulled at the silk ties. She yanked against it and cried out in total frustration. The pressure was building. It was getting autoerotic and so wet. She was beginning to sweat and panic. Ben was relentless. He would not let up. He kept the stroking up as his fingers entered her deep. He moved them in and out. She was soaked and drowning in her own essence. He could feel her walls shuddering and know she was close. “I know you are close, honey. Just relax. You can do this. I know you can, and you will,” Ben said.

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Mike Owens had finished cleaning up the loft in the small barn in his backyard. It looked pretty good he thought. He had a few chairs and several blankets and pillows to make laying around comfortable. There was a window that he could open to allow air in. It also had a few lights so he could hang out at night too. His parents didn’t use the barn for animals any longer, just storage. Mike wanted a private hang out area and this proved to be perfect.

As a high school senior, Mike was looking forward to hanging out with his friends and maybe even getting a girlfriend. As luck would have it, his two neighbors on either side happened to be two of the prettiest girls at school. They were all friends and grew up together but they kind of moved in different circles once they got to high school. Mike wasn’t a popular athlete although he did run track. He was lean and in great shape. He was more intellectual than the jocks.

On one side of his house, was Sara Adams. She was a blonde hair, blue eyed cute girl who was a cheerleader at school. She was very agile and in great shape. Her cute boobs sat well on her tiny frame. Her best feature was her tight butt which she displayed in tight jeans daily. Her parents had a pool in their backyard and the neighbor kids shared it.

On the other side of the Owen’s house, was the Burn’s house. Their daughter, Allison, was a good friend with Sara and she was on the cheerleading team with her. She had long brown hair, slightly larger boobs than Sara and her butt was just as cute.

They were all seniors now and had grown up together. However, as they got into school activities, they went separate ways and did not hang out as much. Mike was hoping that the loft would give them a private place to relax and hang out. Mike messaged them to let them know that they could come over and check out the loft.

Sara and Allison came over at the same time and met Mike at the stairs going up. He let the girls go up first, not being able to look away from their cute butts. Both girls found it very comfortable and cleaner than they thought it would be. They flopped down in some chairs and they all talked for quite a while. They talked easily and rekindled some of the closeness they once shared. They agreed to meet there more often.

It was the next weekend when all three were swimming at Sara’s house. It was hot out and they were all thankful that Sara had a pool. The girls enjoyed laying out and tanning and Mike loved cooling off in the water. Checking out the girls was a big bonus for him and his penis began to stir. Mike didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment and he was always horny. Finally, it got too hot for the girls and they suggested cooling off in the loft. They grabbed their towels and headed off to the barn.

The girls started talking about kissing as both had just gotten new boyfriends. Sara was seeing Andy who played basketball and Allison had just started seeing George, a wrestler. They talked as if Mike wasn’t there, which didn’t bother Mike, he wanted to see what they had to say.

“I don’t know what it is about they way George kisses”, Allison said. “It’s like he doesn’t use his tongue.”

“Well, Andy is almost too slobbery”, Sara said. “He gets my chin all wet.”

Allison said, “What is it with guys? Kissing should be natural.”

Sara looked over at Mike, who was looking at his phone, although listening. Then she looked at Allison.

“Mike, do you know how to kiss?” Sara asked. Allison looked at Mike. Mike looked up and saw two incredibly hot cheerleaders, sitting in their bikinis, looking at him. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“Actually, I’ve been told that I am a very good kisser,” Mike replied. “It’s been a little while since I’ve kissed a girl though.”

“Who told you that you were a good kisser?” Allison asked.

“Kylee Jones. Remember, I dated her about two years ago. We did a lot of kissing and I got pretty good,” Mike said. “But, her parents are real religious and they made us break up. She moved to another school last year.”

“That’s right, I forgot that you dated her for a while,” Sara said. “You two kissed a lot?”

“Every chance we could,” Mike said. “She was afraid her parents would catch us though.”

Allison was thinking pretty hard. “How good are you?” she asked.

“It’s kind of hard to describe. I could probably show you,” Mike said, laughing.

Before she could say anything, Sara blurted out, “Ok!”.

Mike and Allison looked at her. “Are you sure?” Allison said. “What about Andy?”

“Well I’m not really cheating, I just want to experiment,” Sara replied. Sara had Mike lay down on the blankets and she laid down next to him. Allison sat real close, ready to watch. Mike was a little shocked as Sara leaned toward him. He felt her boobs push against his arm. His arm went around her back as she scooted tight against him.

As her face came toward him, he reminded himself to focus and give her illegal bahis the best kiss he had. He closed his eyes and felt her lips meet his. She put her hands on his chest as she leaned her head into his. He opened his lips some and gently edged his tongue into her hot mouth. Her kiss was very soft and he felt natural kissing her. Her tongue met his and they teasingly played with the tips of their tongues. Over and over they licked at each other. After a few minutes they came up for air.

“Wow, that looked hot,” Allison exclaimed.

“Oh, hell yes, it was,” Sara said, breathing heavily, her nipples sticking out against her bikini top. . Mike agreed, numbly shaking his head.

“I want to try it too,” Allison said, laying on the other side of Mike. Her excitement was evident as Mike saw her nipples, hard and poking out too.

Sara sat with her face real close as Mike began kissing Allison. Her kiss was just as soft and thrilling as was Sara’s. Allison rubbed her hands all over Mike’s chest as they swapped tongues. Mike was super heated as he kissed the girls. His cock was extremely hard in his swim trunks.

“That was so damn good, better than George for sure,” Allison said, panting.

“Me again,” Sara said, gasping. Mike turned his head and began kissing Sara. Every few minutes, Mike turned his head and was kissing the girls. Back and forth they kissed.

It was while Sara was kissing Mike that Allison looked down and saw the huge hard on Mike had in his pants. As if in a trance, she laid her hand on his bulge. She had never seen her boyfriend’s cock in the light, only feeling it through his pants. He certainly looked bigger than George.

Mike moaned into Sara’s hot little mouth as Allison squeezed his cock. Sara lifted her head and looked to see what Mike was moaning about.

“Allison, what the hell?” Sara exclaimed.

“Look at this Sara,” Allison cried. “Have you ever seen one this damn big.” She was holding his bulge up, showing Sara. Sara reached down and held his cock too. She squeezed and rubbed it too. Both girls were holding Mike’s cock and he was beginning to lose it.

“You want to see?” Allison asked.

“Hey, what about me?” Do I get voice here?” Mike said, nervously.

“Come on, we’ve never seen one in the daylight before,” Sara said, pleading.

“Yeah, we’ll take our tops off to make it even,” Allison chimed in. Both girls were excited from the kissing and holding his cock. Sara looked at Allison and nodded her agreement.

Allison untied her top and eased it off her shoulders. Sara followed as well and Mike was staring at two hot sets of beautiful boobs.

“Damn, ok, you guys will have to pull my pants down. My hands are trapped behind you two,” Mike said. Both girls grabbed the sides of his pants and yanked them down his legs. His cock flopped down and slapped his stomach. He was looking at their boobs as they both put their hands on his bare cock.

“Be careful cause I’m close to cumming,” Mike said as he tried to hold back as long as he could.

“How damn big do you think this is?” Sara asked Allison, almost whispering. She held his cock up, trying to measure it.

“Probably about nine inches,” Allison guessed. Both girls rubbed his cock and felt his balls too. Their nipples were mashed up against his chest as they focused on his cock. He could feel their hard nipples pressed on his skin. The girls could sense that he was about to blow as his hips were rocking his cock through their hands.

This was all new territory for Mike. Two hot girls rubbing his cock. It felt so good, he knew he was going to cum quickly. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. One of the girls was stroking his cock while the other gently held his balls. With a loud moan, he arched his back and let loose a huge stream of cum. Streaks of cum shot all over his stomach and chest. Both girls were astonished as Mike shot his cum. Sara stroked him until he stopped cumming and then kept massaging his cock.

“Far out, that was so cool,” Allison squealed. She rubbed her fingers through his cum, feeling it. Sara watched as she licked her finger. Allison lifted her finger to Sara who hesitantly licked it, tasting his cum.

Mike was catching his breath but then he pulled Allison up to him so he could kiss her boobs. Allison squealed as Mike kissed and licked her nipples, pulling on them with his lips. Meanwhile, Sara continued to stroke his cock and he began to get hard again.

Mike tongued Allison’s nipples and sucked on her boobs, going back and forth. Sara called switch and Allison pulled her nipple from Mike’s wet mouth. Sara fed Mike her boobs as Allison gently grabbed his cock and rubbed it. Mike’s hands ran down their backsides and he found their tight hard buns. He rubbed them and squeezed them.

Mike was getting hot again as he kissed and sucked on Sara’s nipples. With Allison rubbing his cock, he felt his cum rising again. He dug his fingers into the crack of their asses and licked Sara’s nipples over illegal bahis siteleri and over. It was all too soon when he moaned and began to shoot his cum again, although not as much this time. Allison stroked him until he had no more cum.

The girls were amazed at seeing Mike cum. They had to go but not before they all swore that whatever happens in the barn, stays in the barn. They all agreed and promised to meet more often.

It was about a week later that Mike was in the barn and the girls came up to see him. Both girls gave him a long wet kiss when they saw him. Mike had been hard all week just thinking about the last time they were together. They sat down and starting talking. The girls were talking about their boyfriends.

“George just mashes his lips against mine. He doesn’t put his tongue in my mouth,” Allison said. “Plus, he’s real quick, like he’s afraid to kiss me.”

“Well Andy uses his tongue but he licks my lips. I get all wet,” Sara said, laughing.

“Mike, maybe you should give kissing lessons to these guys,” Allison said, jokingly.

“Yeah, that would be weird,” Mike replied.

“Allison, could you believe what Jenni was saying in the locker room today?” Sara asked. Jenni was the head cheerleader and the girls tolerated her but had a hard time believing everything she said.

“Oh yeah, when she said her boyfriend licked her pussy all the time,” Allison said, laughing.

Mike’s ears perked up when he heard that. “Wait, what was that?” he asked.

Sara laughed. “I figured that would get your attention. Yeah, she was telling some of us about how her boyfriend licks her pussy and she cums on his tongue all the time.”

“Sara, have you ever had your pussy licked,” Allison inquired.

“No. Have you?” Sara asked.

“No but I must admit, it sounds exciting to me,” Allison said. Both girls looked at Mike with excitement on their faces. Both were thinking the same thing.

Sara spoke up first. “Mike, would you actually lick a pussy if you could?”

Mike was worked up listening to the girls talk. “I’ve read alot about that and I definitely want to try,” he said.

“Would you lick our pussies, Mike?” Allison asked, getting real excited. Sara was thinking the same thing too.

“Well, since everything we do here, stays here, I would love to try,” Mike said, his cock straining his pants.

Both girls stood up and began to undress. Mike watched as the girls took their clothes off. His cock ached as he saw their bare boobs and then their underwear.

“Mike, get naked!” Allison said, as she saw him sitting there. Mike got up and quickly removed his clothes. Both girls gasped as they saw his big bare cock again. The girls came to him and kissed him long and hard. Mike then had them lay down next to each other.

He looked at both girls and ran his hands all over their boobs. He saw both pussies were bare of any hair. It made them look younger which made his cock lurch. Both girl had their eyes closed, anticipating what was coming.

Mike knelt between Sara’s legs and loved her smell. He stuck his tongue out and lightly licked her slit.

“Oh shit,” Sara whispered as Mike began licking her pussy lips. Allison leaned up to see what Mike was doing. She saw him licking her lips and then sticking his tongue into her pussy. She put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing herself as she watched.

Mike found her clit and sucked it between his lips. Sara moaned, telling him he was doing it right. Sara began to pant real hard and almost screamed when Mike lifted his head from between her legs.

Mike laughed, “I’ll take turns and I’ll be back,” he said. Then he started licking Allison, making her moan too. He quickly found her clit and sucked on it hard. He used his tongue to lap her clit, making her very wet. He alternated between her clit and licking all over her pussy.

Mike went back to Sara and she quickly got worked up. Mike was sucking her clit and rubbing his tongue all over it. She moaned real loud as her orgasm washed over her. Mike held on to her butt as she shook as she came. Mike kept sucking her clit until she pushed his head back. Mike smiled, knowing he made her cum hard.

He did the same thing to Allison and his sucking on her clit got to her too. He loved holding their cute butts as he sucked on them. It was so obvious when they came that he had no doubt that they loved it. Allison was panting real hard as she came on his tongue. Both girls took several minutes to get their breath back. They laid next to each other as they calmed down.

Mike laid down between them, feeling good that he could make the girls cum like that. His cock laid on his belly as he was rock hard. Sara leaned up and took his cock in her hands. She stuck her tongue out and licked his cock, making Mike moan.

“Allison, help me,” Sara said. Allison got up and leaned into his cock too. Both girls had their tongues on his cock, licking it up and down, over and over. Mike was thrilled in getting canlı bahis siteleri his first blow job from two sexy friends. He watched as their tongues went up and down his cock. He loved seeing their tongues touch each other. The girls were a little startled when their tongues first touched but both quickly got used to it. They even kind of liked it.

The girls took turns holding his balls and rubbing his shaft as they licked his cock. Mike could not hold back any longer. He told the girls that he was going to cum. They stroked his cock as he shot cum all over. Sara had some fun as she aimed his cock at Allison’s boobs, coating them. Allison fought back and aimed him at Sara for the last few shots. Both girls were laughing hard as Mike finished cumming.

Sara reached over and rubbed his cum all over Allison’s boobs, pinching her nipples. Allison did the same to Sara, rubbing her nipples as she spread his cum on her too. Both girls were laughing so hard as they briefly rubbed each others nipples. Soon, they had to leave and they cleaned up and went home.

After a night out with his friends, Mike got home and had a message from

Sara asking to meet him at the barn, if he could. He told her he would be there and she soon arrived shortly thereafter. Mike thought she seemed upset about something.

Sara started telling Mike that she was upset with how her and Andy weren’t getting along very well.

“Is it the kissing and stuff?” Mike asked.

“Yes, mostly. He seems more interested in getting off than in doing anything for me too,” Sara said. She was calm although Mike thought she may have been crying earlier. “I mean, after what we all did here in the last few weeks, I have been wanting more,” she explained.

“Andy is fine with me jerking or sucking him off but he hardly touches me at all,” she went on. Mike could not understand that as she was one of the prettiest girls in school and any guy would love to touch her intimately.

“What happened tonight?” Mike asked.

“Well, to make a long story short, we were at the movies and we were kissing. Even though he’s not the best, I was getting horny. I rubbed his cock and then he pulled it out of his pants. I leaned down and kissed his cock and rubbed it and then he came all over the seats,” Sara explained.

“Mike, I swear I only jerked him a few times and he was cumming,” Sara exclaimed. “Anyway, I got mad and we broke it off.”

“How did he take it?” Mike asked.

“I don’t think he cared too much, he just left,” Sara said. She came over sand sat on Mike’s lap and began kissing him.

“Is this what you want or are you just mad at Andy?” Mike said, stopping her for the moment.

“No, I don’t care about Andy and yes, I do want this as long as you want it too,” Sara said.

“Oh yes, I want this so bad,” Mike said laughing. He began kissing her and swapping tongues with her. He pulled her clothes off her, kissing the skin he bared. He was determined to give her the best experience he could. Sara worked at getting him naked too. Once they were both naked, Mike laid on top of her kissing her. He worked his way down to her boobs, kissing and sucking her boobs and nipples.

Sara ran her hands around his back and head as he sucked on her. His tongue was licking everywhere he could. His fingers dug into her butt as he licked his way down her stomach. He was gentle but his kissing was insistent. He licked her bare pussy and she was moaning. He ran his tongue all over her pussy and then surprised her when he lifted her leg and licked her butthole. She squealed as he tongued her butt. Soon, he focused on her clit and sucked it hard. Sara came hard and let out a short scream as her orgasm hit her.

Mike crawled up on top of Sara and kissed her. His wet, hard cock rubbed against her wet pussy.

“Mike, I want you to fuck me,” Sara panted.

“What did I just hear?” Both kids jump as the voice behind them scared them. Allison climbed into the loft.

“Shit, you scared me,” Sara exclaimed. Mike rolled off Sara and laid on his back, his hard cock sticking out. Allison came over and sat next to them.

“What’s going on here?” Allison asked. She eyed Mike’s hard cock waving in front of him.

“Andy and I broke up. He just focused on himself too much and didn’t care about what I needed,” Sara said. “I wanted to have fun with Mike because he makes me feel so damn good.” Mike beamed with pride.

She continued, “I just came hard and I really want Mike to fuck me.”

“Mike, do you want to fuck me,” Sara asked, innocently.

“I most certainly do,” Mike replied.

“Well his cock is really hard,” Allison said, as she reached over and stroked his cock. “Do it Mike, fuck Sara.”

Allison leaned over and licked his cock and sucked it briefly to get it wet. Mike got on top of Sara and Allison guided his cock towards Sara’s wet pussy. She rubbed his cock up and down her slit as Mike pushed into her. Mike gently eased his cock into her tight pussy and Sara got worked up quickly.

Allison quickly took her clothes off as she was transfixed on the kids fucking in front of her. Sara was panting and Mike was trying hard to not lose his load. It did not help as he looked over at Allison, naked.

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Each day he walked past her house on the way home from work, heading for his apartment near the bottom of the hill. She lived on the second floor, and seemed to spend most of her time in the afternoons on her balcony facing the street, as she was there almost every nice day. Sometimes she was carefully watering her flowers, others, sitting at a small round table, reading or sipping what appeared to be iced tea. On hot afternoons it looked awfully good, and so did she. Often he could faintly hear the sound of a radio playing, usually smooth Latin jazz. Occasionally she was hanging over the balcony railing, peering up or down the street. That seemed odd, since it is a very quiet street with very little going on. He was usually the only pedestrian in sight. But he enjoyed that view of her because he could see her breasts hanging slightly as she leaned, obviously very well developed, under the tee shirt or tank top she usually wore.

Not once did she ever make eye contact with him or even seem to notice his presence, though he walked directly beneath her. Since the street went down a fairly steep hill, he could see directly onto the balcony most of the way down the walk, until he was 60 feet or so from the house. There was only a wrought iron railing surrounding it, offering a complete view from the floor up. The days he enjoyed the most were the ones she sunned herself on the chaise at the far end of the balcony, lying flat and seemingly oblivious to anything on the street, even though it offered a direct view of her for those that might care to look. He cared to look very much. She was never naked, but always wore either a light teal or hot pink bikini on those days, and appeared to be well oiled up for protection from the sun. Since she could not see him then, he could stare as much and as long as he wanted, and of course his pace always slowed considerably.

Sometimes she was face up, wearing an eye shade, her breasts standing firm under the little patches of cloth. Other days she was face down, always with her legs spread slightly so he could see the tiny strip of material that barely concealed her pussy, and didn’t cover her hard smooth ass in the least. On those days his breath would catch in his throat as he caught sight of her when he came around the corner three blocks up the hill. Without a conscious thought he could immediately feel a slight swelling in his briefs. Lately those days seemed to happen more frequently. The only time he would avert his eyes were the rare times a car or pedestrian passed. As the weeks went by he began to fantasize about her, picturing her without the bikini, in different poses, and wondering what she was like to be with. She certainly added a little excitement to his life even if she had no idea he was alive.

Each day he walked past her house on the way home from work, heading, she supposed, for an apartment in the building he turned into near the bottom of the hill. She had admired him from the moment she first saw him, about her age, pleasant looking, and, she thought, quite muscular, though it was hard to tell under his work clothes. As she was terribly shy, she never let him see her glancing at him, but often hung over the balcony so that after he passed she could watch as he walked. She fantasized that he could see a little of her exceptional figure in that pose, and though he never really seemed to pay attention, she had caught him glancing at her from time to time. She always tried to find something that would be revealing without being obvious, and never wore a bra, preferring the natural look for him. As time passed she started to think more and more about him, imagining what it would be like to talk to him, and wondering what his life was really like. Was he married, did he have someone, or (she almost dared not think) was he like her, alone and often a little lonely.

At first she had simply read a book or enjoyed the afternoon, sipping her tea and listening to the music of the small radio playing inside her door, her Latin heritage showing in her choice of music. Occasionally she would maintain a bit of a tan by sunning herself for an hour or two during the quiet part of the day when the sun was directly on the balcony. It occurred to her he might be looking at her then, even though she could not see him, and little by little she tanned more frequently. The truth was, which she would never admit to herself, she began to really ache to meet him and talk to him, but she had not the vaguest idea how that could happen, and would not even allow herself to think of actually approaching him.

Friday the 13th there was an employee meeting at his company. Work stopped two hours early and they all met in the main lobby. Fortunately there were only mundane subjects discussed, most of which had been thoroughly ground in the rumor mill long before the meeting. As a result, it ended half an hour early, and the employees were allowed to leave with full pay for the day. It was a gorgeous afternoon, and, as always, he looked forward to his walk home. It had become the highlight of his day. His face dropped, however, as he rounded the last corner and realized that she was not on the balcony. It was the first time all summer he had not seen illegal bahis her there, and he wondered if something had happened or she had moved away.

As he walked, somewhat downcast, down the hill she suddenly emerged onto the balcony. He didn’t realize, of course, that she planned her afternoons around the time he normally came by. In her hands she had a small tray with a pitcher of tea and a glass full of ice cubes. Surprised by her sudden appearance, he stopped and stared at her. As she stepped down onto the balcony she glanced up the hill and immediately saw him standing and looking. She had the sudden feeling of being caught in the act, and as a result missed her footing. She fell in a heap on the balcony, her forward motion throwing her tray against the outer railing, the pitcher clanking against it and shattering on the floor. The glass went completely over the railing and smashed on the street below.

For a moment he could do nothing but gasp at the sight, and she was paralyzed with pain from a hundred places, her head having hit the large planter in the outer corner of the balcony, her knees slamming into the hard surface, and her left ankle firmly wedged under the bottom rail of the wrought iron railing. Without thinking he ran forward the hundred feet or so to her house and yelled up, “Miss, miss, are you all right”? As a reply he heard something between a sob and a moan. He said, “Can I help, are you ok?”

A very weak voice with a trace of Latin accent replied, “No I don’t think so, I can hardly move and my foot is stuck somehow.” He looked up and saw her bare toes sticking past the edge of the balcony, and realized her slipper was lying on the sidewalk beside him.

“What can I do”? he said.

“4 1 7 2 5.”

“What?”

“4 1 7 2 5 – the code.”

Suddenly he realized she had an entry code just like his apartment. He ran in the entryway and up the stairs, mumbling the code to himself. Punching it into the little keypad he still managed to get it wrong the first time, and had to cancel and re-try. Thankfully it worked and he slammed open the door, running through the little apartment to the balcony. He almost shuddered at the sight. She was lying on the floor turned to face him, foot firmly wedged and leg twisted, tears streaming down her face. At least he didn’t see any blood, although there was a big red welt on her forehead, and the knee he could see was badly skinned. Muttering words of encouragement he looked at her ankle and realized the fall had forced it into the small space. Tentative pulling only elicited a loud gasp and moan from her. Glancing desperately around he noticed the small bottle of suntan lotion inside the door. He poured the greasy liquid over her foot and ankle that was outside the rail, and slowly and gently started working it back through. He could hear her groaning but she didn’t scream, and suddenly it slid all the way out! She gave out a big sigh of relief and rolled over to untwist her leg, looking up at him.

At that moment he realized he was with the girl he had fantasized about all these months. At that moment she realized she was staring up at the man she wanted so desperately to know. Neither moved. Then they both did. He reached down and caught her under the arms and lifted her in one motion, without even thinking. She pulled her legs under her and pushed up at the same time. It hurt incredibly for her, but at least she realized nothing was seriously injured, other than inevitable scrapes and bruises. She half stood, leaning against him, his arms still holding and supporting her. Little by little the waves of pain subsided and her head cleared.

“I think I need to get inside and sit down.”

She discovered her ankle was extremely tender and put her arm across his broad shoulders, leaning into him as he helped her up the step. The apartment, strange to him, was quite dark, the hum of an air conditioner running someplace in the back, soft Latin jazz playing on the radio by the door. “Over there – the couch,” she said, pointing to the far wall.

He helped her over and she slumped down on it, half sitting, half lying. Since this was not a “tanning day” she was wearing blue denim cutoff jeans and a halter top (she had just gotten it and had planned to lean over the railing for him that day). He turned on the small lamp on the end table, the dim light was enough so that he could see her to assess what damage was done.. Both knees and one elbow were scraped and dirty, the welt on her head had grown larger, and it was obvious her ankle was very sore. He was relieved it wasn’t much worse. Without asking he went and got ice from the fridge and two wash cloths from the closet in the bathroom. he soaked one with cold water and wrapped the ice in it, then put hot water on the other. Returning, he set the ice pack on her forehead and reached to wipe the her knees with the hot cloth. Her hand grabbed his arm.

“I can do that.” She reached for the cloth but he ignored her and gently started wiping first one knee clean, then the other, very aware that he was touching her smooth legs, although tending carefully to the job at hand.

“I’m Lari,” she said.

Her voice startled him. It was first time she had spoken illegal bahis siteleri to him when not in great pain.

“Dan,” he said turning to her. She was staring at him. He stared back. Suddenly it was awkward. “I’ve seen you,” he said.

“Have you?”

“Well only…” He stopped. “I wanted to meet you.”

“Really? I .. I saw you walking…” He put his hand on her cheek. Then bent and kissed it – if he had thought he never would have had the courage. Her hand suddenly tightened on his arm. He pulled back and looked at her … and kissed her on the lips. Momentarily she stiffened, then relaxed and met him, her hand sliding to his shoulder and pulling him to her. Suddenly they knew each other. His lips pressed harder, moving on hers. He heard a soft cry or moan in response, as her lips parted. His tongue met hers deep in her mouth as their arms wrapped around each other, his gently for fear of hurting her. Gradually her body pressed harder and harder against him. His hands ran down her sides and one slid over the short cutoffs onto her thigh. The touch of skin sent electricity through both of them, and they ground their bodies against each other while maintaining their unrelenting kiss. Her hands were raking his body as she moaned into his mouth. She could feel the hard muscles through his clothing. The pain of her fall was forgotten by both of them. His fingertips ran up and down her thigh, sliding up under the leg of her shorts as he delighted in touching her smooth skin. As she lay under him she pressed her breasts into his chest, her nipples hard and longing to be touched. At last they tore their lips apart, gasping from the wave of sensations rolling over them and lack of breath from that prolonged kiss. Their hands could not be still, running up and down each others bodies, as they stared at each other in the dim light.

Softly he said, “Did you know that I’ve been watching you every afternoon on the way home?”

“I saw you look a couple of times, and I hoped it wasn’t just an accident, but I didn’t dare believe you were interested.” she whispered. “I waited for you to come down the walk every day and tried to give you something to look at so you would notice me.” she smiled.

“Mmmmmm it worked!” he murmured, sliding his hand between them and slipping it under her halter, finding a firm breast with a rock hard nipple at the tip. She groaned, arched her back, and pressed herself into his hand, panting slightly.

“Did you know I watched you walk all the way to your apartment every day? Thinking how good you looked in a set of work clothes and how much better you might look without them.” She whispered against his cheek as his hand softly kneaded its prize.

“I never even suspected,” he whispered back, “or we might have met long before now.”

“If only I had known that,” she gasped.

Suddenly he realized why he was here, and recoiled a little, exclaiming, “Oh damn, you practically killed yourself and I’m manhandling you and crushing you into this couch!”

“And don’t you dare stop!” she ordered. “Now that we are together I’m not giving you any chance to back out.”

“Backing out is the last thing I have in mind,” he chuckled, “but I don’t want to hurt you any more than you already are.”

“Everything I feel now is just like I want it,” she said, “except that I want alot more of it.”

“Lari, you don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, and lifted himself slightly so that he could undo the two buttons of the halter top and open it wide, staring at the gorgeous peaks that jutted up at him.

She raised her arms and he slipped it completely off of her. “Fair’s fair,” she said and began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Soon that was on the floor with her halter, and the tee shirt as well. He lowered himself gently to her, and the skin of their bodies met for the first time. Gasping in unison they squirmed against one another, wanting to feel as much as possible of each other. Her rock hard nipples grated against the soft skin of his chest. Once again their lips locked and his tongue dove deep into her mouth, swiftly met by hers. Dan pulled himself completely on top of her, pressing her body down into the soft couch, and they rocked slowly against each other. Their breathing was ragged as once again their lips parted, allowing his to slide down the side of her neck and across her throat, kissing, nibbling and licking as he went. Pushing her hair aside his lips trailed up the other side of her neck, and found her ear lobe, which he eagerly sucked into his mouth, his warm breath in her ear.

Lari moaned and ground herself against him, urging him on. He obliged as he kissed down across her shoulder and slowly slid his tongue down till it started up the rise of her waiting breast. Instead of going straight for the prize his mouth slowly kissed across the top, nibbling and teasing with his tongue as he went. His hand found the other breast and softly he ran his fingers around it, ever nearer but not yet touching the outer ring of her nipple. She was writhing in the ecstasy of his touch and the agony of waiting as he teased and played with her. At last, at the same moment he slid his lips down over one hot hard nipple and canlı bahis siteleri seized the other in his fingertips, his lips sucking, kissing and pulling as his fingers squeezed and twisted and stroked. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, no longer able to speak nor needing to. Her nails were making red trails up and down his back. His teeth clasped the base of her nipple and he pulled against it. Both of them were shaking from the overpowering sensations of the moment. Lari could feel his raging hard cock pressing down on her already soaking pussy, only the last of their clothing separating them. Slowly she rolled her hips to feel him more completely and to urge him on.

His lips released their captive and he kissed slowly over both breasts, using his hands to hold them steady as he ran his tongue along the bottom of each one. At last he forced himself to lift up off of her and stood staring at her as he undid belt, button, and zipper and allowed his pants to slide to the floor. As she watched him she reached and slowly undid the button and zipper of her shorts.

Before he did anything further, she beckoned him to come closer. As he stood next to her she ran her fingers over that wonderful hard cock outlined in his briefs, already damp with his pre-cum. She lightly stroked and pulled at it, smiling up at him as she teased his iron-like rod, her fingertips making promise after promise – and she intended to keep them! At last she pulled herself up and smiled as she slipped her fingertips under the elastic waist band, slowly easing it down over his hips. Involuntarily she let out a gasp of excitement and pure lust as his cock finally sprang free of its confinement, pointing directly at her. She shoved the briefs down below his knees so that he could step out of them and reached out and grabbed her prize, little fingers wrapping around that hard shaft, squeezing, pulling. It was almost too much for him as he groaned long and deep, closed his eyes and bit his lip.

She pulled hard until he moved so that his legs pressed against the couch, then smiled up at him, eyes shining. She moved towards that swollen red cock head and lightly kissed it. Her tongue followed, first licking the head, then down the sides of the shaft. Her other hand fondled his balls, full and ready, as she slowly eased her lips over the tip. As he stared down at her Dan could not help rolling his hips forward, urging her to take him deeper. Slowly she complied, her tongue wetting his long hot shaft as it slid through her lips, making it slippery. His fists were clenched and shaking as he watched himself disappear into her mouth. As the tip touched the back of her mouth she felt herself start to gag, and the saliva flowed freely, but she wanted all of him — she had to have him! She fought off the feeling and forced the tip to begin sliding down her throat. Somehow she felt that when she had taken all of him he would know that cock belonged where it was. Somehow he knew and agreed. Gasping for breath, she looked and could see about two inches of him remaining to be consumed. Slowly she slid him partially back out, grinning up at him, his cock shiny with her saliva, so she could catch her breath. Her hand had not relinquished its hold on him. Once again she leaned forward, mouth opened even wider, going faster and feeling that slippery shaft sliding deeper and deeper. Ignoring discomfort, she grabbed his cheeks in both hands and pulled him to her, forcing it down her throat and finally, triumphantly, pressing her lips against his groin. Lari felt her chin pressing against his swollen balls. She held him there, looking up, eyes smiling, lips, tongue, and mouth kneading that throbbing rod buried inside her, her throat blocked beyond all possibility of breathing.

Dan was somewhere in orbit, beyond sanity, his entire being focused on the wonderful sensations in his cock. With an almost sorrowful moan she released him, sliding him slowly out of her mouth so she could gasp for air. Still her tongue never stopped circling the slippery dripping tip, teasing and tasting. Dan took her head in his hands and tilted it up towards him. He said to her quietly, “I’ve never felt anything close to that, and if you do it again there is no way I can keep from cumming and I won’t even try.” Smiling, she felt her lungs once again filled with fresh air and the heaving of her chest slowing. As if in answer she gently kissed his tip, tongue swirling against it. Then, quickly, she shut her eyes and engulfed him, swallowing him whole in one long slow stroke. She ground her lips against his groin. His hips were rolling, making his cock move inside her mouth and throat, though she would not let it slide back out a fraction. He was groaning, growling, mumbling, and she could feel him throbbing inside her. Lari squeezed him with her lips and mouth, ignoring the reflex action of her throat, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips. One hand softly massaged his balls, squeezing, urging, asking, demanding! She heard his muttering change to exclamations, then suddenly a single startled oath, and she felt his white hot cum jetting down her throat. Forcing herself not to relent she held him captive as he pumped every drop into her, his hands holding her head hard against him. Finally, feeling lightheaded, she slipped him slowly from her lips, cum and saliva mixing and dripping onto her breasts. Her hands still holding his legs, she could feel him shaking almost violently.

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It appeared that we were drifting apart. Months had passed by. We had not met. Initially, I was very busy. But later, I was standing on ego and waiting for Tara to call.

While I knew that for some time Tara was out of town. But, I was pretty sure that she was back.

Why wasn’t she calling?

I knew that she was nearly addicted to regular sex with me. I was worried whether she had found some better performer and she was getting her sexual satisfaction from him.

Thinking deeply, I realized that she was simply bored with the banal adult games followed by the even more boring fucking. I tease her. Or she teases me. Eventually, she opens her legs on her own or I tie her up and open her legs; I take my dick and shove it in. We move up and down. The dick goes in and out. And we come. Many times. We sleep.

While I have written many stories about what we have done together, many times I have never written what she looks like.

As any one may see from my biography, I am no spring chicken. The only thing I have done is to ensure that I have a very active sex life. After all, God made the system and permitted human beings to have sex with no season, time, space in mind, since He wanted human beings to know that sex was perhaps the real path to good health and enjoyment.

My dick. It is only eight inches long. Dark. (Since I am dark). My dick is fat. May be an inch and a half thick. But most importantly, I can carry on foreplay for hours without ejaculation and fuck for almost twenty minutes without premature ejaculation. That is why; I have played with Tara’s sex machine for almost half a night and then fucked her after she has had many orgasms.

Tara. She has recently crossed 40. She is 5 feet and 4 inches tall. She is no longer thin like a waif. She has put on some weight. She is wheatish in color and has long hair, with no streaks of gray. She has a very good figure. Her hips are about 37 and her waist is 26. Her breasts. What do I say about them? They are very nice and juicy (like all Bengali girls do). Full. They are 36B. Tara’s pussy. That is God’s own wonder. It is truly tight. No matter how it is treated, it remains a wonder.

The most important thing is that Tara truly enjoys sex and has no inhibitions. Many girls have all the goodies, but they act like little Goddesses. Untouchable. Tara was human. All flesh and blood woman. Sexy. I have kept her completely naked in my house for a week. I have fucked her on the rooftop under the stars. I have fucked her on the balcony of the house. No matter how much of lack of (perceived) privacy has been there, she has enjoyed her dose of sex.

Whatever she wears, she looks good. In saree, she is like a Greek Goddess. Her thigh profile is visible from the side and her dripping sexiness excites many, I am sure. When she wears low slung jeans, about 6 inches below her navel and when her bottom swings in a tight movement, my dick starts to throb. With her skirt, she looks luscious. My imagination about what lay beneath that swirling skirt goes hay wire. Always alluring. Always a temptress.

What do I say, what she looks like, when she wears nothing!!

Yet, she does not fuck around. She is no tramp. She is no a nymphomaniac. She fucks only with me.

She never married. I offered marriage. But she refused saying that she would rather die fucking illicitly than live with boredom of certainty.

She believes that marriage spoils sex and thus relationships. I have no option, but to agree with her.

Tara is an amazing woman. Unfortunately, God does not make too many of them. I am lucky that God gave me Tara.

Once I asked her, “Why do you stick to me? Of all people? Surely there would be better fuckers.”

She answered back with that calm look, “Ravi you fuck less than you give me orgasms. How many men care more about the woman they fuck than they care about their own ejaculation. When you fuck, you fuck for twenty minutes before your shoot your seed up my vagina. My friends tell me that their boy friends, husbands, who they have sex with normally can’t hold their orgasm beyond three minutes. And many simply spoil the girls’ clothes! You fuck atleast three times in one night. Very few other men have done that to any girl I know. You do not try to own me. You offer freedom. You are bold and imaginative.”

I was very proud to hear that. But I am no God. I am no sex machine. I am no gigolo.

Naturally, when I think of taking her home for adult games, I tell myself, “She is not a sex machine. And I am not raping her. She must enjoy and bed for more. Again and again. Everyday.”

So what should I do? With this long abstinence from her?

As a first step, I decided that I had to break the ice and follow it up with sex that she hadn’t imagined existed after years of ceaseless fucking.

I picked up my mobile phone and called Tara.

It rang. She quickly picked it up and answered cheerily, “Hi lover boy. How are you?”

I said, “Fine. Where have you been?’

Tara answered with rapid-fire güvenilir bahis speed, “In Kolkata. Where have you been?”

I was zapped with her cheeriness and laughing way of talk.

I asked, “Are you free tonight?”

She had her repartee ready, “When did I charge you for my services? I am always free for you!”

I said, “What?”

Tara said, “You have lost all your sense of humor, it appears. You know I don’t like men who don’t know how to laugh.”

I took some time and said, “I understand your pun. I was taken a back at the speed of your response.”

Tara said, “Just hang on. Let me walk out of my seat and then talk to you, properly.”

I could hear her walking through her office and coming into a quieter place. Than she said, “Yes. I can talk freely now.”

I asked, “Are you free tonight? Can we meet?”

Tara said, “Tsk. Tsk. Why do you ask? Order me. I will leave everything and be there for you.”

I said, “I want to let you know that I love . . .”

She butted in and said, “Please do not say that you have fallen in love with me. That takes all the secrecy, wantonness off our illicit love. What is the fun, if I am not afraid that some one would see me fuck and demand to get more of the same?’

Before I could say something, she added, “I love your ability to surprise me with how much my pussy can deliver to me. What you can do to make me get satisfied. I love the way you fuck. I love your taking complete control over me.”

When she stopped, I said, “I am coming over right now to pick you up and bring me to my house. I dick is dying to slide into your pussy and enjoy.”

Tara gasped and said, “Now?? It is only 3 PM. I have a lot of work on my desk. And God. You are direct!!”

I stopped her and said, “If you don’t come out now, I will never call you again. As such you have not called me for months asking to be fucked. And now you are giving me excuses.”

“Okay. I will wait near my office gate in about ten minutes.”

I could feel blood rushing towards my crotch. The slight throbbing in my dick told me that it was expecting some real action. Soon. And wanted it to!!

I ran down my office steps and jumped into my car and rushed to her office. She was standing at the doorway of her office. As my car came near, she moved forward in the bright summer sun and hopped into my car.

I said, “Hi. All set?”

Tara got the seat belt in position and sat back to relax.

I said, “Okay. Are you ready for what follows?”

Tara boldly said, “I am always ready for any thing you throw at me.”

I kept quiet for a few minutes. Tara was a little surprised by my silence.

She got inquisitive, and asked, “So what is your plan for today?”

“Not too much.”

Tara asked, “What?”

I answered, “I am a little peeved at your keeping away from for such along time. You have no consideration for me or my feelings.”

Tara answered quickly, “And you? What did you do? You kept away from me!! I have more to complain about your behavior.”

I asked acidly, “You missed me? Or were you enjoying with some one else!!”

Tara’s eyes welled up and she said, “I hate that statement. We are not married. You are not bound to stick to me only. Yet you do. If you have a go with other women, it is with my knowledge or with me included. I really enjoy your, err, fucking me. I detest your telling me that.”

I kept quiet and continued driving, concentrating on the traffic.

Tara sensed that I was perhaps even more peeved and said, “I will make up to you.”

She kept quiet as I drove. I was uneasy with that attitude. Normally she is bubbly, bordering on risqué.

Tara contemplated all through the drive. Only once during the drive she turned towards me and asked, “Ravi. Why me?”

“I did not get you?”

She said, “You mean to say, all these months you waited for me? Why me?”

“Oh. The reason my dear is, that you are the sexiest woman I know. And then you are a girl from Bengal.”

Tara asked, “What is so special about girls from Bengal?”

“Bengali girls are uninhibited. They are sexy. Unlike girls from the North of India, where they are fairer, have figures to kill for and they truly do themselves up, Bengali girls are themselves. They are un afraid of their sexuality. And you? You are the epitome of that creed. You CAN fuck. You fuck with no inhibitions. You experiment with your sexuality without promiscuity. There are lots of sexy Bengali girls, but there is only one Tara.”

Tara looked at me with wondrous eyes. Her right arm extended across from her front left seat to my driver’s seat and she caressed and patted my crotch and said, “Poor Ravi’s dick. It missed Tara’s pussy.”

Soon we reached my home. She waited as I fished out my brief case, papers and my laptop and I locked the car.

We walked into the flat without a word. I unlocked the door and waived to her in chivalry. She stepped. I stepped in behind her.

I went straight in and switched on the air conditioners and asked türkçe bahis her to relax while I got things in order.

She switched on the ceiling fan at full speed and plonked down on the large sofa.

I went into the room and went on thinking what I should do with Tara today.

I switched on the bathroom water heater and walked out with two cokes with lots of ice. I offered one to Tara.

Tara said, “Thanks. I needed it. It is really hot today.”

We sat near each other and sipped in the cool drink.

When Tara finished her drink, she kicked off her slippers and placed her feet on the cool marble floor. She got up and walked around the drawing room slowly.

I popped the question, “So what would you like to do? Comparative studies of my fucking vis-à-vis his fucking?”

Tara sizzled and answered, “Shut up. I hate that. May be you will want to compare my pussy against others today!!”

I said, “Touché. Let us stop this war of words. Let us enjoy.”

“Yes that is a better idea.”

I said, “But today, I have new plan for you.”

“What is that?”

I said, “My plan includes long and sustained fore play that excites you so much that you simply beg to be fucked. And we fuck. When we have finished, your pussy should be pulp, swollen with satisfaction. your eyelids should exude sexual satisfaction. Your lips should be swollen with the love biting and sucking. Your breasts should feel fuller and ripe, with the nipples a little raw.

Tara looked at me for a while with loving eyes, which only women who love their being fucked to satisfaction can make. She stepped forward to me and wrapped her hands around me and said, “I love you. Darling I love you. Truly, there is nothing in my life if it weren’t for your fucking me.”

She planted a kiss on my face and stepped back and glanced at my crotch to see if I were dying take her.

She added, “And I want that after fucking me, your dick should be raw on the glans. It should be swollen after remaining dipped in my pussy juices for hours.”

I said, “May be we should exchange notes after our current session is over and see if our plans have worked.”

I softly but firmly held her by her shoulders and guided her to the large single sofa and made her sit down. I knelt down in front of her and planted along kiss on both her forehead. Tara softly and perhaps shyly said, “What are we waiting for, then?”

When kisses on both the cheeks were followed by a long kiss on her lips, Tara moaned out, “Nnnnnnnnnnn” and laid the ground for getting herself ravished and said, “I am hot, as hot can be. The anticipation is killing me. My panty is soggy wet. Just catch me, take me, rip my clothes off and fuck the shits out of me.”

I pulled back and looked at her smiling and said, “But I have only started. And my dick is dying to get you. But I want juices dripping from your cunt before I fuck.”

Tara understood that I would like to drive her and said, “I am your sex slave. Fuck me when you want. The way you want. Any time. Any day.”

I stood up and said, “Okay. Then, you have no rights. You can make as much noise as you like. You can talk. You can make all noises that you make when you enjoy being fucked. Or when you hurt. If you try to stop me with your hands or in any manner, or you try to get aggressive by touching me when not asked to, you will be tied up and I will do what I want to. Is that clear?”

Tara said, “Yes. But, I will demand and get my merciless, repeated, long and deep fucking. You don’t escape that.”

After a short silence, Tara added, “You will tie me up any way. I know that.”

“In any case, I like being taken totally. I like you controlling my orgasms and me. . . . . . What woman does not?”

She shivered once and goose bumps appeared over her entire body.

That is what I liked about her. She is willing to play adult games without stupid womanly behavior. She made it clear that she was full flesh and blood and loved being taken, wantonly.

I got up and pulled her to stand up. I led her into the bedroom.

I ran my hand over her face. It was sweaty and grimy. After a good days work. I wanted her fresh and clean That let me do want to do more things to her than I otherwise would.

I softly said, “You are grimy and sweaty. Take off all your clothes and get into the bath. I am coming in to give you a bath.”

Tara looked at me with amazement. She had always found me taking far too long in taking her clothes off. In fact historically, she had to plead to be stripped. This time she was ordered to strip.

She said, “What?”

I made her stand in front of me.

I ordered, “Unbutton your blouse. Slowly.”

Tara protested slightly and started to flip one blouse hook by hook. She started at the top. As she did, her white bra came into sight.

Soon all her hooks were open.

I helped her by pulling the blouse down right down to her elbows and left it there.

Her proud breasts were pointing out and were heaving up and down. The bra was restraining güvenilir bahis siteleri them.

I went around her and unhooked her bra from her back. The elastic loosened and her breasts leaped out.

I held one strap at a time and lowered them to her elbow.

I walked around her and faced her.

She softly said, “I am under arrest, it seems. I can’t move my hands.”

I ran my hand over her face and over her head.

I said, “Your hairs must be open, completely. No clips, bands or anything. I like you totally naked. Not even a hair band is okay with me.”

She had a hair band holding her hairs in a ponytail. I pulled it down and freed her hairs.

Tara moaned, “Feel my boobs. Will you?”

I said, “Yes, darling. I will feel them kiss them, suck them, pinch them and squeeze them. All, when I want to, how much I want to and how I like.”

Saying that, I ran my fingers on the outer periphery of her boobs.

I leaned forward and kissed one nipple at a time.

Tara gasped and said, “Aaaah. I love it.”

I ran my fingers over her back and felt her naked flesh. Till her blouse, now gathered at her elbow.

I reached for her skirt waistband. I fingered the skirt hook and asked, “Would you like to have a bath with the skirt on or without?’

Tara softly said, “I am your sex slave. Do as you wish to.”

I swiftly un-hooked her skirt and let it fall at her ankle.

She was standing with her damp panty with her skirt at her ankle.

I slowly squatted in front of her and sniffed her pussy. It smelled of a woman in heat.

I quickly placed a floor mat on the parquet floor and placed one pillow and three large bolsters on the floor.

I got up and peeled off her blouse and bra, that was hanging on from her body arresting the movement of her hands..

“Lift your hands. Let me see your arm pits”.

She lifted both her hands. Small stubble appeared. I said, “This has to be shaved. I like a smooth woman.”

Tara asked, “You read all the stories written by Ruby Sen on Literotica. You made me read them as well. All her women have a nice bushy armpit and bushy pussies. And Ruby has a pubic hair fetish.”

I nodded.

Tara asked, “But you like her stories, don’t you?”

I said, “Yes I do. May be her stories reflect Ruby’s own bushy pussy and arm pit. May be she is every sexy woman. With her intellect – being ex IIM, I expect she is wonton with sexiness”

Tara added with slight laugh, “It appears you know her? Ruby has not been fucked by you, has she? She may like to remain bushy. If you were to get to her and fuck her, you will depilate her arm pits, pussy and her legs and all hair, except head and eye brows.”

I cut the banter short and asked her, “Is your pussy bald? The way I like it?”

Tara teased me, “But, you would like to fuck Ruby or not?”

I answered, “Darling, I don’t know who Ruby is. The photograph posted on the Literotica site is perhaps a fake. Even if it were to be hers, no one fucks a photograph. Just for your information, I know the woman who’s photograph is posted on the web site. Besides you look somewhat like her. Naturally, I want to fuck you and you only.”

“But what about Ruby?”

“You know I don’t fuck shadows. That would be shagging. So, just shut up. Just shut up and get fucked and let fuck.”

“But what about your imagining that you are fucking Ruby?”

Impatiently I said, “Okay, I will fuck Ruby if and when I get her. She is getting fucked by her husband or her lover. She does not need me. For now, you need me. So just give me your pussy to be first made bald and then creamed.”

Tara mumbled, “But please do not make my pussy bald again.”

“Why?”

“I feel so naked.”

In order to stop the banter, I swiftly sat down in front of her and with one move, pulled her damp panty down to her ankles. Tara blushed and looked away.

I saw she had a rather luxurious crop of pussy hair, glistening with her pussy juices.

I pulled her towards the floor mat and told her, “Bad. You have so much pussy hair. I like your body with no hairs – except your head. I want your arm pit and your pussy bald.”

Tara asked, “Why should my pussy be bald?”

“Darling, then you look like a 11 year old with ripe large boobs. The pussy lips are then smooth and pink. Since you do not like it completely bald, you will HAVE to get it cleaned of all hair – now.”

Tara said, “I don’t mind my arm pit being shaved. But, please don’t do it to my pussy. Please.”

While she was talking, went about and got my shaving kit in place. I lifted her left arm, applied the depilating cream and then wiped the hair from her armpit, quickly. Then, I lifted her right arm and cleaned it out it.

Then suddenly she noticed, “Why are you wearing all clothes? Take off all that crap you are wearing. Let me see the throbbing dick and feel how hot it is.”

Saying that she quickly pulled my tee shirt over my head and then clinically took off my belt, pulled the zip down, un-hooked the trouser and deftly pulled the jock down. I stepped away from the clothes, stark naked.

Tara had one look at the erect cock and said, “God. That is big and nice. All set to meet its favorite pussy. But, why all the hair around it?”

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I rang the doorbell three nights later, and Tammy let me in. She was barefoot and wearing a halter top which barely contained her tits with a pair of tight shorts, which just looked uncomfortable on her massive ass. Since she was a little breathless, I concluded she’d dashed to the door from her computer. “Bout time you got here,” she growled.

“Milwaukee Avenue was slower than usual. Your Mom is held up again.”

“Yeah, so I got time. Like my top?”

“I’d like it better on the floor. If we had time, I’d like to fuck your tits.”

“Oh, I let boys do that all the time.” According to her mother, her looks and her attitude kept rapists away, and she’d gone to her high school prom with one of her girlfriends, sitting on the sideline making sarcastic comments the entire time. “Got any lube?”

“That’s your job. Guess you’ll have to use spit.”

“Yeah, all right. I do that a lot.” She lay on the floor on her back. I stopped her hands from coming up and ripped her top off, making her pendulous churns wobble drastically as they came free. Cupping her hand, she filled it with saliva, only to see most of it slide off when she tried to put it on me, not realizing I was still standing up and hadn’t unzipped my fly yet. That girl was moving way too fast.

I took a little time to kneel down on the carpet between her legs and unzip my fly. After fumbling a bit, she got hold of my cock with a little moisture on her hand and started rubbing it. I let her stroke me for a little, then reached down to play with her nipples. They were average sized, and started to perk up a little from contact with the air: I started pinching them, making her wince. “Ow, whatdya have to do that for?”

“You want to make me happy, right? Shoot my load so I won’t have any for your mom? I like this, it makes me horny, so you better let me do it.”

The look on her face was ugly, and I pinched both of them hard, holding on to them with strong fingers and twisting them a little. She squealed a little, but didn’t stop jerking my cock. I twisted them hard, making her eyebrows wrinkle dramatically and bringing a tear to her eyes. “I-hope-you’re-enjoying-this-dammit,” she blurted through clenched teeth, almost stroking my cock too hard.

I smiled down on her wickedly; this was fun. “Why, yes I am, I’m having a great time, Tammy, thank you. You’re being such a good girl. Almost makes me want to give you a little reward, but not yet. Take my cock in your mouth and get it good and wet so I can fuck your tits.” She nodded and I shoved my pecker between her lips. I gave her nubs another twist and pull, and she squealed around my meat, which felt wonderful. That had never happened to me before. Pulling out, I pulled her nipples together and stuck my dick into the sweaty new cave of her cleavage. It was warm, luxurious, and almost as good as a cunt.

Her belly made a good sitting cushion as well, and after a few minutes’ fun, I stood up. “Now for a little reward. Take off your shorts.” She unzipped them and I pulled them down her massive legs and off. A probing finger revealed a very damp valley. “What’s this? My dear, you’re glistening down there! You’re enjoying this. What if I did a little of this?” With my index finger, I traced her slit up and down a couple of times before finding her clitoris, which I stimulated. My free hand went up to knead her breast, replacing the pain with pleasure. Her eyes closed and her mouth came open: I could tell she was already in sensory overload.

I played with her and brought her close. Just before she went over the edge, I stopped and sat down on a nearby couch. “You’ll have to earn more from me, Tammy. If you’re good enough I might give you an orgasm. Yes, that’s what was building, your first orgasm, and I ruined it. Sorry, but it’s my turn for fun. Get up here; you know what to do.”

Her canlı bahis şirketaleri face looked hurt, but she came up right away and started licking my balls. I pulled her face up close, shoving in almost the entire ball sack, which she sucked enthusiastically. Her right hand came up and started stroking me, and I laid back and enjoyed the sensations. Feeling generous, I beckoned her torso close enough to play with her crotch again, and she parted her legs to give me better access. My middle finger found her slit again, and worked its way inward until it found her cunt. She gasped as I reached that delicate spot, and shifted to shove my cock back into her mouth. “Tit for tat, so to speak. Do a good job here, and I’ll give you more there. You make me happy and I’ll make you happy. Deal?”

“Hmm-hmm!” she answered with a mouth full of man meat, and the game began. As I got closer, I gave her more and when the feeling receded, I pulled back. By this method, I got her incredibly worked up, and soon it would be time for both of us. My orgasm built and I went into overdrive, taking her close and pulling out before she reached the summit. Our orgasms were almost at the same time: she started quaking and shuddering just before I emptied my nuts on her ugly face, getting most of the goo between her teeth.

“All right, Sweetheart, your mother will be here in five minutes. Better get your clothes back on and go to your room.” She licked my cock clean before scrambling to get presentable again, darting off to her room and slamming the door with a bang. I went to the hall bathroom to wash up myself, but I couldn’t quite get Tammy’s smell off my finger. Oh well.

Teresa arrived about fifteen minutes later, her arms full of groceries. I gave her a quick kiss at the door and helped her. Her nose wrinkled and she sniffed around a little. “What’s that smell? I’ve never smelled that before.”

“Let’s say someone had a good time in spite of herself just now.”

I held my finger under her nose and she smiled. “I guess I can look forward to some similar treatment soon.”

“Sure, babe. Where are we going?”

We hit the Miracle Mile for dinner, then took a stroll along the Chicago River. Teresa had to have every detail of what I made Tammy do, laughing at what she said. “It’s hard to say how she’s been lately. Not quite as sassy, not quite as self-righteous. She’s been OD’ing on videos. Be careful with her. Don’t fuck her yet.”

“No fear. You’re the one I want.”

Back at my place, she insisted on everything I made her daughter do, only she was better and went farther.

We were going out on my boat for the weekend, however she had a Saturday morning meeting she couldn’t skip. It was going to work out because we were both able to get off Monday. I was up early and down at the slip getting the boat ready when Tammy showed up. She wore a Bears t-shirt with matching visor, and orange shorts which did a better job covering her butt. “Take me with you,” she said plaintively, starting the conversation.

“Tammy, that’s impossible. Your mother will never go for it and I won’t either.”

“Then you gotta let me jerk you off.”

“Get in here.” People were arriving, and I couldn’t let her continue talking like that in public. When we got below, I got angry with her. “Don’t you ever say anything like that to me in public again! This is not my house or yours. If you can’t treat me with respect in public, I won’t spend any time with you!”

“All right, I’m sorry.” There was a little hunger in her eyes I didn’t expect. “You’re gonna be gone all weekend and I gotta wear you out pretty good.”

“I don’t know that’s possible, Tammy. Don’t want to sell you a false hope, lie to you, promise you something I can’t keep.”

“I can do better, let me try.” How dumb was this kid? She grabbed my hand and started canlı kaçak iddaa licking my index finger, working it back and forth and teasing the nail. Ok, she’d been studying a little. “I’ll do this to your dick, keep doing it until you come.”

Then she was on her knees and pulling my cock out of my shorts. It got me excited rather quickly, and she took it all in her mouth, massaging my nuts at the same time. I cupped the back of her head and kept it there, savoring it until she worked down to my nutsack for a while before returning. “I’m gonna blow,” I warned her.

“In my mouth,” she said around my meat, “cum in my mouth.” So I fucked her face hard until I shot the load down her throat, and she didn’t stop until I was limp again.

I sat down astonished. “Wow, Tammy, that was pretty good.”

She gave me an awkward smile, snaggled toothed and smug. “Told ya so. I made you cum. Now I just gotta do it again and you’ll be dry for the weekend.”

I gave her a quizzical look. “Does your mother know what you’re doing?”

“Hell, no,” she said forcefully. “Why should I tell that old bitch anything? I’m surprised she’s still going with you since you haven’t been able to fuck her. I don’t care, this is fun. You wanna tit fuck me again?”

I shook my head. “No, not right now. I need a little time to recover. Need to get a few more things ready on deck. You can hang around a little longer, but your mother’s due at noon and I want you away long before then.”

“Go ahead, we got four hours. I’ll be ready to do you again.”

Going up top, I ran through my checklist and charts for my little excursion with Teresa. We were going up to the Wisconsin shore and visit a special little hideaway I’ve known for years. Needless to say, I didn’t want Tammy to mess with me much more or else I really wouldn’t be good for what I wanted to do with my lovely. Time to turn the tables.

Going back down, I said, “All right, Tammy, you can do me again, but we need to work pretty hard to get me hard again. Take your clothes off and lie down.”

She did as ordered right away. “You gonna fuck me today?” she asked.

Damn. “No, I like getting blown best, and we can’t get you knocked up. I’ve got some ideas. Just play along and you’ll get what you want.”

“Great.” The look on her face was incredible, she was looking forward to this too much. This would take some calculation: Teresa was planning to ship her to a Sci-Fi convention in Europe with one of her girlfriends the next week, and letting them wander over there for a few weeks afterward if they wanted. As for me, I wanted to wear her out that morning so we’d get a weekend alone, and then disappear for a few days on business until she was safely gone. Teresa and I had everything planned so I wouldn’t be in town the same time she was until the week before she went to school. Then we’d have time to focus on each other and see where all of this could take us, hopefully to marriage before she got back for next summer.

I started massaging her tits and she closed her eyes. If she were a cat, she’d be purring, and I manhandled her mountains for several minutes. I experimented and slapped her left boob: “Ow! You son of a bitch!”

“You would do anything to make me happy.”

“I would do anything to make you happy.” Then I slapped it again.

She rolled over and wiggled her gigantic ass. “I’ve been a bad girl, daddy. I need to be spanked.”

“You sure about that?”

“Oh yes, daddy. Spank your bad, bad girl. I’ve been doing naughty things to the boys, teasing them and not letting them cum. I deserve it.”

Where did she get this much imagination? All right, I slapped her butt hard with a loud crack. She yelped in surprise, but wiggled her hips for more. It was bizarre: I didn’t think she really wanted it, but she was trying very hard to pretend canlı kaçak bahis she did. She winced with every slap and tears rolled down her cheeks before long. I stopped and took a spare belt out of my drawer to put several bright red stripes on her tail. Burying her face in a pillow, I heard her muffled cries that went from defiant to despairing.

I stopped and rubbed her abused flesh a bit while she mewed in pain. Gently I rolled her back over and started massaging her tits again, stooping over to suck on a nipple a little bit. She went right back to being contented kitty and parted her legs, inviting me in. All right, time for phase 2.

My hand went to her slit, and my index finger started tracing lines again. My other hand gently stroked her belly, sweeping up to stroke a boob from time to time. As I worked my finger inside, she was drenched once again. “It seems you like a bit of pain with your pleasure. You like being spanked, don’t you?” She bit her lower lip with her eyes closed. “Answer me!”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh!”

I pinched her nipple and squeezed it. “You like this, too, even when I twist it and make you cry out.”

Tears came out of her eyes and she growled, “Yes.”

It didn’t take long before she was ready for a second finger, and when I got it in I started finger fucking her hard. She rolled her hips, pinching her free nipple, her jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back. I didn’t hold back but kept at it until she put a pillow over her face and screamed her orgasm into it. She kept quivering for minutes afterward, and I let her wiggle there untouched until she settled down. After she caught her breath, she looked up at me and whispered: “Did you cum?”

“Not yet,” I whispered back. “I’m glad you put the pillow over your face, otherwise we’d have the whole dock down here as well as the harbor police.”

She smiled and blew me a kiss. “I want your cock.”

“In a moment. You’re not ready yet. You seem to have forgotten this is for my benefit, so I won’t fuck your mother all weekend.”

“Who?”

“Here. My turn.” I stood beside her face and put my cock to her lips. She smiled and started licking it as I reach out to rub her breast again. They flopped all over the place, and I spent several moments trying to see how wildly I could get them to bounce around. My fingers caught her hard nub and put it in a vise like grip again; she squealed a little bit around my cock, which felt wonderful. I made a note to try this with Teresa later. Soon I slapped her tit again, and she moaned and kept moaning until I turned it a light pink color. Picking up the belt, I laid a stripe across the other boob and she screamed in pain. I whipped each side five times, drawing a lovely scream each time which was muffled by my dick in her mouth. Then my hand went back into her groin and invaded her cunt again, this time working up to three fingers inside. It was more than she wanted, but she bore with it, and it wasn’t long before she was riding the wave of orgasm again.

I pulled out of her mouth and kept my fingers inside her until she was ready to come down. Wiping her juices on her thighs, I put my pecker away and thought placid thoughts. She lay there several minutes before coming to her senses.

Finally, her eyes opened. “Did you cum?” she asked.

“Yeah, I did. You drank it all, sucked my dry.”

She smiled and I let her lie there for a while with my hand on her chest. We had time, and I couldn’t be the cruel, heartless bastard all the time. Teresa and I needed her cooperation for a while. After she rested a little bit, I sent her off with a goofy smile on her face and a brain without worry a full hour and half before her mother was due.

Teresa and I had magical weekend on the boat with a lot of romantic swims, dinners and soaking up a lot of rays. I found out she was at least as kinky as her daughter: not only did she want to hear every detail of how I treated her child, she wanted me to slap her gorgeous tits silly as I fucked her. But the time I got back to work on Tuesday, I could have been a monk the rest of the summer.

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I want to hear it all. I want you to talk dirty to me.

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I want to slip my tongue into that tight bumhole. Slip my tongue in and out. I want to fuck you in the ass the way you fuck mine. I want you to feel that pain that hurts so good. I want to know where that edge is for you.

Tell me do you like my finger in your ass. I want you to tell me do you like it. I want to slip another in. And another. And another. I want you to tell me how far can I go, how far can I take you?

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I want you to whisper those naughty things you’re going to do in my ear.

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It was an unseasonably warm Tuesday afternoon in April when I decided to slip into my new light yellow string bikini and head out to the pool. I’d only lived in this apartment building for about a week and was anxious to meet some of my neighbors before I started my new job the following week. I grabbed my towel, a book, and a big glass of ice water and headed out the door.

The pool was in the center courtyard of the building. The water sparkled as it lapped against the blue tile. Unfortunately, no one was around. I guess people actually worked on weekday afternoons. I selected a chaise and began to rub oil into my barely tan skin. The scent of coconut and warm caress of sun on my skin made me remember an unbelievable afternoon I’d spent on a beach in Maui with a surfer and a friend the year before…

It had been my senior year of college, and my sorority sister, Justine, and I had decided to spend it soaking up the sun in Hawaii. We’d been sipping drinks all afternoon and had a pretty good buzz going when a tan Adonis of a surfer set up his towel next to us. We’d talked for a little while, the conversation turning as it tends to do toward sex. He asked if the things he’d heard about sorority girls were true. Justine and I exchanged glances, nonverbally agreeing that we should play along and blow his mind.

“Like what?” I’d asked.

“Oh, lingerie pillow fights…”

“Of course. We just had one last night,” Justine said.

“Drunken frat parties…”

“Every weekend.”

“Exploring your sexuality…”

“You mean our BIsexuality?” I asked. I took Justine’s hand and nibbled one of her fingers. She giggled and rolled closer to me on the towel.

His eyes grew wide. Noting his reaction, she slid her hand over the top of my bikini and teased my nipple through the thin fabric. Justine was bi, but we’d never actually done anything together sexually. We were pretty drunk and had talked before about my curiosity. We were in a pretty secluded spot on the beach. I looked into her eyes, wondering how far she was wanting to take this. She winked at me as she toyed with my nipple.

“Do you like to watch, Jason?” she asked the surfer.

He gulped and nodded. I noticed his cock twitch under his board shorts.

“Ashley, why don’t we take this thing off?” Justine’s fingers slipped beneath my blond hair, untying the neck strap of my top. She peeled it down and untied the back, revealing my 34D tits. They were very white compared to the rest of my body, except for the bright pink areolas. Her hands slid over my tits, bringing my nipples to hard peaks. She leaned in and ran her hot tongue over my lips. I’d opened my mouth, accepting her soft kisses as her hands explored my flesh, my hands covering hers, leading them, urging her on. She kissed down my neck and took one breast to her mouth, teasing my throbbing nipple with the tip of her tongue. Then she took canlı bahis şirketaleri it in, the hot, steamy kisses drawing my tit in as she sucked and nipped. I was so hot, I was going crazy. I knew that my bikini bottom was soaked already. I sat up and turned her around to face Jason, kneeling behind her. I swept he dark hair to the side and undid her top, licking the side of her neck as I reached around to caress her tits. She was much smaller than me, and much more tan all over due to her Italian ancestry, but her little nipples were rock hard and perky as hell as I ran my hands over them.

I looked over at our surfer friend, who was watching intently, one hand stroking his obviously stiff cock through his shorts. “Jason, hand me that suntan oil,” I said. He did as he was told, his cock standing straight out from his body, making quite the pop tent. I poured the oil into my hand and began a slow, sensuous massage of my friend, covering nearly every inch of her… Shoulders, long strokes down the arms, then back, over her firm tits, her flat stomach…

“My turn, Ash,” she murmured, taking the bottle of oil. “Lie back, honey.” She slipped her fingers under the sides of my bikini bottoms and slid them off. She dribbled the oil over my naked body. We were both glistening in the hot sun. I moaned a bit as she expertly rubbed me from my shoulders, down my tits, then up my legs, my thighs. She teased me, her hands gliding closer and closer to my dripping wet cunt. Finally, she parted my pussy lips with her slick fingers and caressed my swollen clit. I gasped and quivered. “Not yet, baby girl…” She slipped her bottoms off into the sand and positioned herself between my thighs. She kissed down my stomach, taking time to tug on my belly ring with her teeth. Then she licked downward, over my shaved outer lips and then began to lap at my dripping cunt. Her tongue flicked into me as she rubbed my hot button with one finger. I was shuddering and bucking as she plunged a finger in, then two, finger fucking me on my towel, in the sand, as the surfer looked on. I came hard, my pussy clamping on her fingers over and over again, my back arching as the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had rocked me. As I lay there panting, she slid her oily body up mine, our tits brushing, her unshaved pussy aligned with mine, the hairs tickling my still sensitive snatch.

“Now, surfer boy, what do you think of sorority girls?” She asked with a wink.

“I think I’m tired of watching,” he said.

“Then come here, big boy,” I said.

He slid off his shorts, revealing a rock hard 9 inches, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Looks yummy,” Justine said. I took a bit of the oil and began to rub it up and down his pole. He was pretty big, my hand barely fit around his rod. Justine and I began to tease the tip of it with our tongues, then took turns sucking him, rubbing him, fondling canlı kaçak iddaa his balls. She was on her knees in front of him, deep throating it. I took the opportunity to lie between her spread thighs and started licking her wet pussy. I’d never done it before, so it was a pretty interesting experience. The musky scent mixed with that of the oil, the taste of her, slightly sweet and again like the oil pushed me to explore more as he pounded into her mouth. She was moaning like crazy and bucking on my face as I thrust my tongue into her pussy deeper and rubbed her swollen clit.

I was so involved in what I was doing to her hot little snatch that I didn’t notice Jason until his big, slick cock was pushing apart my pussy lips. He was big, but I was so wet, and the mix of saliva and oil allowed him to push into me pretty easily, burying himself. Justine was riding my face as he began to slowly slide into and out of me, picking up speed, his thrusts causing me to buck harder into my sorority sister’s pussy. She finally came, her cunt convulsing. She rolled off and gave me a long, deep kiss. “You sure that was your first time eating pussy?” she asked with a wink.

Jason was pounding into me harder and harder. I wrapped my legs around his tight body, taking him in as deep as possible. Justine whispered something to him and he pulled out, flipping me over to do me doggy style. She slipped her head beneath and licked my clit and his cock as he pounded my dripping pussy. I moaned louder and louder, the combination of all the sensations bringing on an earthshattering orgasm. My pussy clamped down rhythmically on his cock as he thrust deep into me and shot his load. Justine licked me clean, and we all collapsed into a sweaty, oily heap on the towels.

********

“Having a pleasant dream?” A very masculine voice asked, bringing me back to reality. I was no longer on the beach in Maui, but lying on a chaise by the pool at my apartment building. And I was no longer alone. It must have been pretty obvious that I was having an erotic dream – I was breathless, my nipples rock hard beneath my bikini top, and I was so wet, I was sure it was apparent through the fabric of the suit.

“Um, yeah, I was,” I said, trying to right myself. I looked up at a beautiful specimen of masculinity. He was muscular, tan, toned, with striking blue eyes and thick dark hair. A tattoo coiled around his impressive right bicep, a tribal looking band.

“I’m Rick,” He said. “I live in 402.”

“Ashley,” I said, shaking his hand. “I must be below you.” Another erotic image danced through my mind at that comment.

He must have caught my thought. He winked. “I guess you’re in 302?”

“Yep. Just moved in.”

“Yeah, I saw you the other day carrying up some stuff. I was going to offer to help, but I had to go to work. Sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you sometime?”

“Maybe.”

A canlı kaçak bahis few seconds of awkward silence followed.

“I’m a little warm – I think I’ll take a dip,” I said.

I walked to the edge of the pool, noticing that his eyes stayed on me appreciatively. I dipped a toe in. “A little cold,” I said.

“Always is,” he said. “Hardly anyone uses it. I’m usually here all by myself.”

“Well, you’ll probably catch me here a lot.”

I entered the water, the cool blue lapping up my skin as I descended the submerged stairs and and took a seat on a lower step.

“Are you getting in?” I asked.

“Sure,” He said, removing his shoes and then plunging in, a graceful dive into the deep end. He swam underwater to a few feet away and then broke through the surface. He looked good dripping wet… Gee, that daydream had really left my mind in the gutter.

“It’s still a little cool,” I said, making lame pool conversation.

“So I see,” he said, his eyes dipping from my face. I glanced down. Oh my god! My yellow swimsuit was pretty much transparent when it was wet! My very hard nipples were clearly visible poking at the scanty fabric. I blushed and slid deeper, letting the water cover up my breasts.

“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed. I haven’t gotten it wet yet…”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I hardly saw a thing.” He grinned. “And from what I did see, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Well, thanks. I think.”

He swam up next to me. “You’re very beautiful. And I think you did get it a little wet before I came in…” His hand brushed my crotch under the water. I moaned involuntarily, all the erotic images from earlier flooding back. “What was the dream about?”

“A year ago, a vacation in Hawaii.”

“Hawaii is nice. What part of the vacation were you remembering?”

I looked at him. He was so hot, and I was so horny. Why not? “A little encounter on the beach.”

“Really?”

I nodded. His hand brushed my crotch again, more deliberately. This time his finger sought out my slit and rubbed it through the fabric. “Tell me about it.”

So I did, recounting the details as his hands explored my body. When I told him about Justine licking my pussy, he slid the bikini bottom to the side and slid his fingers into my hungry, waiting cunt. I gasped. “Shhh, no one can see.”

He turned, bringing me to straddle him. My bottoms were off to the side, and I could feel his cock straining at his trunks. I slid them down, revealing his good-sized cock. He pulled me into position and I let him enter me, the pool making me nearly weightless. He took off my top and rubbed my tits as I bobbed up and down on his pole, all the fantasies of the afternoon rushing through my head. I was so turned on that it took almost no time for me to cum. As my pussy clamped down on his cock, he squeezed my ass, guiding me up and down as he thrust in deeper and deeper, finally pulling me off in time to shoot his load into the pool.

“Wow,” I said, panting. “I can’t believe I just… I barely know you…”

He gave me a deep kiss, holding me tight. “You’re going to get to know me very well,” he whispered.

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Terry dressed carefully. He groomed himself properly; nothing was ever to good for his Baby. He admired his clipper handiwork in the bathroom mirror. He had to admit to himself, he was one fine brother. His head was shaved to a glistening shine. His goatee was trimmed perfectly. He wore small diamond studs in each ear. The diamonds was set in platinum. His girl had given him those. Terry double checked his smile, bit his lip and winked at the mirror. He knew he was fine and knew he had it going on, but he was in love with his girl, and she had proven worthy of his attention and affections. “Nothing is to good for you.” He said blowing a kiss at the picture he had taped to his bathroom mirror of his girl Synthia. Terry finished dressing and checked his reflection in the hall mirror before pulling the front door of his house closed.

Cruising across town in his Acura listening to some old school jams, his own personal mix, Terry could not keep his mind off her. She had been able to keep him feeling like this for two years now, and he was convinced that she was not going to change. Terry felt like he knew Synthia, and what he knew of her was all good. His Sweet Sin he called her in the bedroom, and she loved that. She loved him, and he knew it. Knew it after those first seven days they spent together. She had called it their honeymoon, and it had been, but she hadn’t seen a honeymoon, not yet. He smiled to himself, singing along to some New Edition. Sweet Sin was his, and he had a bulge in his pocket to prove it.

Synthia was at home, dancing to some music, getting mellow for her man, the way he liked her. It seemed to here that whenever Terry came around, all stress left her body, her spirit, and her heart. She felt open to him. Heart and soul. She could never tell him no. She had tried, once or twice, but it never worked. She was totally his. Thinking about him right now, enforced her belief that there could never be another like him. He was beautiful to her. All smooth dark chocolate. Beautiful smile, with a mouth she sometimes felt like was her own personal torturer and lifeline. She loved his black ass, and had kissed it, sucked it, spanked it and bit it everywhere and at anytime she had wanted to, and he had never denied her. Never. He told her she was beautiful and had from moment one of meeting her. He told her she was sexy, and always made her feel that way.

She heard his car turn into the driveway just as she was finishing her drink. Synthia’s heart did a pitter-patter in her chest and she illegal bahis felt suddenly felt beautiful. She watched as he got out of his car. He had washed his car earlier and it gleamed black under the yard light, rims sparkling like diamonds. As Terry looked toward the house the porch light caught his earrings and glinted for just a brief second in Synthia’s eyes and she felt herself shiver. She strode across the room and opened the door just as Terry was stepping onto the porch. He had something behind his back and a devilish look on his face, and Synthia knew something was up. It didn’t matter what though, whatever Terry wanted she was down with it. He had done so many wondrous things to her body, never hurting her, always bringing her to extreme pleasure, and she loved him for it. She loved him.

Stepping into each other’s arms, they paused briefly, before their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Terry with his hands full of secret delights gave his body over to Synthia’s wonderful hands. She always started at his waist and worked her way upward. He felt her little hands pressed tight against his stomach, and then his chest, down his arms, around his wrist and then he stopped her, by biting her bottom lip.

“Stop. What you hiding from me? Tell me.” Synthia said against Terry’s mouth.

“Stuff. Nosy girl.” He bumped his pelvis into hers pushing her away, and letting her feel his semi-hardness. She still didn’t grasp the truth that she is the only person that keeps him in this state of arousal. But watching her dance away from him, doing a little bump and grind move for him, he felt those stirrings that no one else could bring but Synthia, his Sweet Sin.

Toni Braxton’s How Many Ways was playing on the stereo. Synthia was dressed in his favorite color, her. She had a robe pulled casually around her. His visit was not expected. Terry was supposed to be babysitting the kids tonight. So he caught her off guard, wearing nearly nothing, bronze and beautiful. One smooth bronze complexion from head to toe, except in certain delicious little spots, that he knew up close and personal. Thinking about this as he watched her dance and sing to him, made his semi-erection grow harder, so much that it was now visible in his pants.

“Sweet Sin, girl, look at you. Come here girl so I can give you this stuff and get it out my hands.” Terry said to her. He handed her a bottle of champagne, a little plastic grocery store basket of strawberries and grapes, a bottle of honey, her favorite chocolate candy and illegal bahis siteleri a bouquet of flowers. He had some other things, but that was all set up, back at his house. He said some good surprises waiting for her there, and she was worth it. After freeing his hands he pulled her to him.

She always came, and pressed her body close to his, fitting it perfectly to his. His thighs fit against hers, her stomach curved perfectly with his and her nice little tits fit right under his chest, pressed against his ribs. When he held Synthia close and looked down her body, it always turned him on. She was delicious to him, smooth and supple. For him and him alone. She was a beautiful cascading fount of feminine delights, and only he could drink here.

“You look beautiful baby.” Terry said to her.

“You always say that.” Synthia said as she went through the motions of putting the flowers in a vase. She was sexy Terry thought watching her. She did everything sexy. He thought back to the first drink he bought her, and how she had let watching her drink it be a sexy experience. He loved marqueritas now!

“Come her baby, let’s sit down and talk. I got something to tell you before we start anything else tonight. Okay?” he said seriously to her.

“What’s wrong baby?” Synthia asked from the kitchen. “Give me a few seconds.” She said as she came into the living room bearing drinks and cheddar chex mix, their favorite snack. She handed him a drink and sat beside him on the couch. “Come on baby, share.” She said giving him her full attention.

This was not a night that they had anything special planned. They had talked about getting married in the beginning, but the way things settled down to be was nice. Synthia hadn’t mentioned marriage anymore. She wanted kids, but with his son being 9 and her little sister 10, they had kids, that didn’t need pampers. They were a family unit. He had shipped the kids away to their best friend’s house for the night. Terry had business to take care of tonight.

“Listen Syn, we been doing this for two years, and I like this. I love this.” He said reaching over and stroking her bare arm. “You are truly my baby. I love you, and I want you to know that.” Synthia slid her body closer to his, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you to know, that you are the best girl I ever had.” He said to her mouth. The robe she was wearing slid open, as she slid her hips under his, pulling him on top of her reclining body. Damn he thought, I knew it.

Terry pulled her canlı bahis siteleri body under his, and pushed up to kneel between her legs. He pushed the robe away, and felt himself getting drunk on the sight of her body. Synthia was intoxicating, she made him high. Gave him a rush that nothing else in life or no one in life had ever been able to do. She was small, but fine as wine, and just as sweet. Synthia only stood about 5’5″ and now she weighed 145 pounds, with long shapely legs, smooth flat stomach, and nice perfect ass. She had a doll baby set of breast. Like two ice cream cones. Nice round breast topped with light brown tips, perfect for sucking and teasing. Her stomach was soft and flat and firm and it all lead down to that perfect curl covered V at the tops of her round juicy thighs. He watched as her hands unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it away.

“Ohhh, Sweet Sin.” He said to her as he watched her hands undo his belt and pants. He watched her face as she put her hands inside his boxer’s. He always liked the expression that came on her face. He remembered the first night that she had ever put her hands inside his pants. He had watched her face that night also. The look of shock that always seem to come across her face turns him on. She was shocked at his size that first time. Shocked but delighted as hell. She would always say that he filled both her hands and could fill another if she had it, lengthwise. And if she needed to use her middle finger to touch around it, that was thick enough for her.

She always would tell him that it didn’t matter if “he” had a little one, she would still love him. He doubted that seriously, because he knew what she liked, and what it took for her, and he had what it took for Synthia.

“Listen baby. Stop for a minute.” He said to her. But she was not listening, was not trying to either. She had her hands wrapped around his hardness and was stroking him. “Girl, damn baby. See what you always do to me?” he said against her mouth.

“What baby?” she asked in her smooth quiet voice. “Tell me. I don’t want to wait. Tell me.” Her hands had worked his pants off of him and they now lay tangled with his shoes on the floor, beside her robe. “Tell me Terry. Look.” She said pushing his hand into her steamy hot wetness. Terry was immediately overwhelmed with her soft musty sweet woman aroma. He could smell her all around him, touch her, taste her and hear her, as she moaned against his caressing fingers. “Mmmmm, Terry, that feels so good.” Synthia whispered into his mouth.

“I know baby.” Terry answered her. “You are so beautiful, so sweet. My Sweet Sin.” He whispered in her ear and felt her body respond to his voice. Felt her release that moistened his fingers and knuckles. Sweet Sin possessed him once again.

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When I went back to school for my Master’s, I worked at a bank near the university. It was a great job because girls would come in needing help with their accounts.

One girl I remember in particular, Alicia, was just crazy hot! She sat down at my desk and we talked quite a bit while I was helping her out. She was all giggly and flirty, and I was surprised because even though I’m pretty good looking, I normally would have thought that this girl was out of my league.

She was blonde and VERY tan, and her enormous tits were just barely being held in by a cute little baby tee. Before she came over to my desk, I had seen her leaning over the counter at the teller window, and her tight little skirt was only a couple inches long enough to cover her more than sumptuous ass.

After talking a while, she told me that she worked at one of the local resort-hotels. I told her that my friend Joyce worked there too, and asked if she knew her. She said yeah and that Joyce was awesome, and that I should have Joyce bring me around to one of their parties. She left with a smile, that was super-sweet and devilishly mischievious all at the same time. I still think about that smile…

So Joyce calls me later, and tells me that her friend from work, Alicia, has been asking about me and wants to go out. She told Joyce to give me her phone number. This is awesome because had I called Joyce first I would have been asking all about Alicia, too.

So I call her up, and we plan out our first date for that weekend. We go to dinner in the downtown area of our college town, and she is dressed to kill. A light blue spaghetti strapped top, and skin tight black pants. We had a great dinner and great conversation, talked about a lot of things we had in common, and after drinks, headed to her house. We did a little making out that first night, and I loved the feel of her soft tongue in my mouth.

The next day, we wanted to see each other again, but she had to pack for a cruise she was going on with her mom and sister. She asked if I wanted to come over and watch a movie. I said of course, and that I’d bring the wine.

I got there and she invited me right to her room. She went to make popcorn, I opened the wine, and we started watching the movie, stretched out on her bed. We stopped paying attention to the movie relatively quickly, and started where we had left off the previous night, passionately kissing.

She was laying on her back, propped up on her elbows. While our faces were close, our bodies were pointed in different directions. Her breasts were right in line with the left side of my body, and I began to bahis firmaları massage them with my left hand as we kissed. With her back to my chest, my left hand was all I would have available for awhile. My fingertips began to trace across her stomach, and along the waistline of her low cut sweatpants out to her rounded hips. I was doing all of this touching in a very teasing way, and I could tell it was getting her very excited. Her breathing was heavy, her heartbeat was fast, and sexy little whimpers and sighs emitted from mouth while our kisses got deeper, stronger, harder. I loved those kind of kisses from her, there was real aggression behind them, intensity I could see when she’d back away for a moment with that devilish grin.

I slid my left hand down the front of her sweatpants and under her tight panties. I felt her neatly trimmed area on the way down to her soft, wet lips. I thought I’d work on getting her pants down, and attempted to untie her drawstring with the only hand that I had available to use. I pulled and nothing happened, I could tell I had knotted them up pretty good, and it was obvious that those wouldn’t be coming off without some help. I went back to touching her. I teased her most sensitive area, lightly running my fingers all along the length of her slit, and dragging softly near her clit. She wanted her pants off too, and when she tried to slip them off her hips, she laughed and asked what I had done. I told her I had no idea, and laughed a little too. She got up to work on taking them off, and it even after she turned the lights on, it wasn’t easy. She gave up on trying to undo the knot and instead wiggled them off going over one hip at a time. She went to turn off the lights, and as she turned I caught my first glimpse of her fantastic ass in her thong underwear.

As she came back to bed she lifted her t-shirt over her head and removed it. I did the same with mine. She laid back down beside me, and this time, she was faced the other way, and I could reach for her with my right hand. I slid my hand underneath her panties once again and started to penetrate her with my middle finger, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper. I could feel she wanted more, and quickly slipped a second finger inside her. I tickled the front wall of her vagina with those two fingers, and could tell that her g-spot was being reached, as the sounds coming from her were getting louder, and more gutteral. She lifted her hips, and began to shift them with the rythym of my insertions. She grunted loudly as she was overcome by the power of her orgasm. I was able to feel the contractions of her vaginal kaçak iddaa walls all around my fingers, and even after her body collapsed down back onto the bed, and I could feel gentle pulses inside her. Her breathing was broken apart, her body was trembling and she had worked herself into quite a sweat. She was moist to the touch, and as I kissed her neck, I tasted her sweet skin and her salty perspiration.

As we lied there together, she thanked me for how I made her feel and told me that she believed in reciprocation. She got off the bed, and with her back to me, removed her bra. She got onto her knees, and I moved to the edge of the bed. She reached for my belt, and began to remove it. My penis, began to engorge with blood, and it would be hard well before she got to removing it from my pants. She slid my pants off and tossed them on the floor. She reached into my boxer briefs, and emerged with my cock in her hand’s firm grip. There is something so exciting about that moment where my dick is released and exposed to a partner for the first time, even better when she has gone in to take it out herself.

She began to stroke the shaft slowly, and it felt unbelievable. Part of what we had talked about the night before, on our first date, was how she was taking classes to become a licensed massage therapist. We had held our hands palm-to-palm, and I was shocked to see that her hands were only slightly smaller than my own. And now, she was alternating those hands in servicing my swollen cock, and I could tell that those hands were strong, too.

Even though she was working on me dry, her firm grip ensured that the handjob was pleasurable. That didn’t matter for long, however, because no sooner than this slight concern had passed through my mind, I felt the tip of her tongue dancing around my head with gentle, quick licks. She then flattened out her tongue, and starting at the base worked slowly all the way up the length of my member. Then I saw a flash of that devilish smile again, just before the tip of my penis disappeared into that beautiful mouth. She worked up and down as I laid back and enjoyed. I couldn’t prevent words like “Holy Fuck” from exiting my lips. She would stop sucking for a while and continue to work me over with her hands, and since I was lubricated with her saliva, she could lessen her grip, and allow me to slip and slide in her hands more. Then she’d firm up the grip again placing her mouth over my head, and stroking me with her hand and mouth in unison.

Everything was feeling amazing, and eventually I would have erupted with a massive load, perhaps into her mouth or all over her kaçak bahis ample tits. She was only 20 however, and unfortunately I don’t think she was used to guys lasting this long when confronted with her warm mouth and her very skilled hands. She asked me what was wrong and even though I said “Nothing”, she thought that I wasn’t relaxed enough, and said, “I’ve got something to help you relax.” She stood up and eased the thong off of her hips and let it fall to the floor. She climbed on top of me, reached behind her grabbing my penis, and eased it into her eager, wet slit. I held her against me, sucking on her nipple as she began to ride. We kissed, and my mind was spinning. This felt great, but I wasn’t wearing a condom. I also had concerns that we might be rushing things. We had gotten off to a great start, and I was thinking more along the lines of having a real relationship with this girl. I had been in other relationships where getting into sex too soon had contributed to the failure of the relationship.

She got off my lap, and we talked about how we felt and I spent the night sleeping next to her. I felt bad for not giving her the sex that she had initiated, so I didn’t do anything more than kiss her for the rest of the night. I was tempted to eat her juicy pussy, but I couldn’t justify declining sex out of principle, only to do everything else. Plus, I had somehow resisted pounding her wet, little hole once, but I knew for certain I wouldn’t be able to do it again.

We woke up together, and she made me breakfast in bed. She packed the last of her things, and we left her house at the same time. She was headed out on her cruise, and I told her I couldn’t wait until she got back in a couple weeks, so we could pick this up again. She assured me that she really liked what was happening with us, and that she couldn’t forget about me.

I thought I had it all worked out. I had passed over one night of sex in exchange for continuous prolonged sex upon her return. She was going on this cruise with her mom and sister, so the possibility of never seeing her again never crossed my mind.

The weeks went by, and I hadn’t heard from her. There was no return to my phone calls. So much was going through my head, including “Holy shit, what if she’s pregnant, and doesn’t know how to tell me?”

Eventually when we talked, she admitting to meeting someone else. Her mom, of all people, had brought along someone she wanted Alicia to spend time with, some kind of re-connection with an old family friend. Alicia told me she was just looking to have fun, and not anything serious. In reality, she was young, and had no clue what she wanted. I just wish she would have told me that a couple weeks ago, so I could have fucked the shit out of her at least that one time, instead of getting her warmed up to fuck someone else on vacation.

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