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Author’s note: This is a submission for the 2018 Valentine’s Day contest. Thought I would try something a little different for once, so please read, vote, and tell me what you think in the comments section below. Enjoy!

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“Sher!”

I hurriedly took off my shoes as I stepped through the doorway to the humble little apartment that I share with my wife.

“Sher! Your dirty mind almost ruined me today! Mrs Thomas asked for the butter at lunch and I almost asked her if it was for her dog!”

I had a wicked smile on my face as I stepped across the living room to the kitchen where-

“Well Sherry isn’t home, Thomas, but you’ve gotta tell me about this butter thing,” the timid redhead retorted, her eyes alight and a gleaming smile on her face.

“Fuck, Carrie. Why are you always here?” I muttered with annoyance, and the redhead’s smile quickly shifted into a grimace, as she glared at me.

“You said I could come whenever!” she shot back.

“Yeah- but when I said ‘whenever’ I didn’t realize it would mean ‘every waking second of my life.’ Fuck! Where is Sherry anyway?” I asked, trying to contain my annoyance.

Carrie was my wife’s little sister, but her peskiness and insistence on always being around was much more than I’d ever bargained for.

“She got called back for a late shift.”

“She what?!”

My wife had only recently completed the practical aspects of her medical degree, and half of her time seemed to be spent at the hospital or on call recently.

I knew it couldn’t be helped, but today was Valentine ‘s Day.

Not only had we planned something special for the night weeks in advance, but we’d been holding off on sex all week to make the night extra steamy, as had become our tradition over the past couple years.

I sighed.

Her late shifts ended at two am, and she’d already worked from six am this morning till two in the afternoon.

By the time she got home I’d be lucky if she could say a word, much less have sex.

I was both annoyed and feeling the early onset of what was sure to be a porn filled night of unsatisfying sexual frustration.

I kicked at the base of the nearby counter, and Carrie stared at me blankly.

“You’re sure act like a little kid sometimes,” she muttered, and I ignored her, going to the fridge and taking out a cold brew.

“You’re one to talk. Valentine’s date stood you up? Or was no-one that desperate for once this year,” I asked.

I braced for the comeback, but when it never came I glanced over at her warily.

Carrie was Sherry’s junior by three years, but what my wife had in sheer blossoming beauty, Carrie inherited meek features that while being far from ugly, never really stood out.

Her face was small and round, her body petite.

Her breasts barely showed when she wore loose clothes, even if she went braless, and her lanky frame didn’t quite exude the kind of dripping sexuality that her sister’s body did.

Her eyes fluttered a little, before she looked up from the countertop and gave a half-hearted shrug.

“I got nothing,” she responded, and I turned away from the kitchen feeling strangely awkward, for once, about the jibe.

As I sat down to enjoy my brew, I realized that my jabs were probably mean, but Carrie had never seemed to care much.

We’d chastised each other at almost every possible opportunity, and there never seemed to be any limit as to what was considered too far.

Had I gone too far today?

I didn’t think so.

Surely I’d told her much, much worse.

But there certainly seemed to be something on her mind.

I thought for a moment about chatting it out with her, but a heart to heart with Carrie was probably the last thing I needed right now.

All jokes and jabs aside, we were scarcely each other’s favourite person, so I turned on the television and started browsing through my Netflix for something good to watch.

Ideally, I would have just stripped down, put on some good porn, and whittled the evening away getting wasted; but with Carrie here that wasn’t really an option.

Eventually, I settled on some raunchy new anime series that was in my to-watch list.

It was risqué enough to indulge my sexual appetite just a little, but not so bad that Carrie could complain if she walked in, and knowing her it was only a matter of time before-

“Watcha doing?”

I was barely through the second episode when Carrie poked her head into the living room, and I sighed.

“Baking a cake. What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked, and she plopped down on the couch opposite the one on which I was seated.

“Is this anime?” she asked, and I nodded, doing my best to ignore her, but I knew full well that a deluge of annoying questions was sure to follow.

“I never understood what you two have with this junk… it’s all so weird and stupid,” she commented smugly, and I rolled my eyes.

“Well you never did have good taste anyway,” I replied, and even as she glared at me I ignored her and continued trabzon escort watching the screen.

But just then a flashy action sequence quickly gave way to one of the raunchier moments, and I cringed as the female heroine fell before the burly muscled, antagonist, and the man grasped her from behind, before tearing the skimpy suit she wore, exposing one of her breasts.

“You lived like a pampered princess all your life! Maybe you should learn what it feels like to be a common whore!”

I gulped as I read the subtitles, thankful that the words were being spoken in Japanese and so not drawing Carrie’s immediate attention, but my relief was short lived as she glanced at the screen, and her eyes went wide, before a curious smile crept across her lips.

“Oh? Now this is interesting,” she muttered, and I groaned in frustration.

“We have another tv in the bedroom,” I muttered suggestively, “maybe you should go watch something else-“

“Trying to get my in your bedroom? Ha, in your dreams!” she snapped, and I groaned at her deliberate misunderstanding of my suggestion.

“What is this anyway?” she asked, as the man in the show grasped the girl’s breasts and fondled them roughly.

“Please. Anyone? Save me!” the girl cried out in that tired old fashion, and to my relief the hero made his dramatic appearance.

“Curse you, villainous scum! Unhand this innocent girl and face me!”

“Ahaha. You fell right into my trap!”

To be honest, it was usually at moments like this that I’d wish the villain would have his way with the heroine a little longer, since the rescue of the hero usually meant the sexiness was just about done, but this time I was just relieved that I didn’t have to endure anymore discomfort with Carrie sitting across from me.

“Aww. Is that all?” Carrie asked, and I groaned despite internally agreeing with the sentiment.

“Yes. Now shoo. Go watch something else in Sherry’s room,” I chided her, but as the episode came to an end and I headed to the kitchen for another brew, she followed me to my dismay.

“That was kinda hot. Is there any more of that weird Japanese shit like that?”

“Like what?” I asked, my reflexive annoyance at her questions quickly taking precedence.

“Like when the big bad guy groped the shit out of that unbelievably stacked chick.”

I sighed.

“Probably. Who knows?”

“Seriously? You watch this shit all the fucking time, I’d think you’d have a list of references just ready and waiting at this point.”

“Christ. Do you have any idea at all, how much anime is out there? I’ve probably not even seen one percent of it,” I muttered, and Carrie stared at me in genuine shock.

“You’re serious?” she asked, disbelievingly, and I rolled my eyes again as I opened up my second beer for the night and took a swig.

“When you ask stupid shit like this I sometimes wonder how you and Sherry are even related,” I muttered, and Carrie screwed her face up at me.

“Fuck you!” she yelled, and I quickly noted that it was the second time that evening that she took my insult really seriously.

“So what? Just because I don’t like anime? Lots of people don’t! Yet everyone is ‘Sherry this’ and ‘Sherry that’, like if I give a fuck! Hell if I sucked dick on the first date every time like she does everyone would probably like me too!” she yelled.

“Hey! Watch how you talk about Sherry,” I warned her, but she was shaking from anger and I quickly realized again that there was something else going on here.

I’d known Carrie for almost as long as I did Sherry, and I knew she didn’t hate her sister.

I let out a long sigh.

“Okay. What gives?” I asked, and Carrie eyed me incredulously.

“What?” she asked.

“What’s your problem?” I continued, but she stormed away with a frustrated, ‘ugh!’

I sighed.

Carrie might be annoying but maybe you need to take a slightly more diplomatic approach.

I followed her to the guest room where she’d sleep whenever she stayed over.

She was lying on the bed, her face buried in a pillow, and her feet kicking back and forth agitatedly on the bed.

“Come on, I’m being serious. Talk to me,” I tried again, and she eyed me angrily.

“Go away!” she called, and I sighed.

This is my fucking house, I thought to myself.

Carrie was always like this.

Sometimes she acted like if she didn’t really understand that she was constantly getting in the way and making a nuisance of herself, but Sherry felt sorry for her and I wasn’t exactly the type to just turn her away heartlessly either.

That being said, she was a bit of a bitch nonetheless.

I was still mulling over what to do next when the doorbell rang, and to my surprise Carrie leapt off of the bed and dashed straight for it.

“Fucking hell, what makes you think it’s for you?” I muttered to myself, as I polished off my second beer and threw out the bottle, following her to the door.

I got there trabzon escort bayan just as a courier was trying to hand her an extravagant bouquet of flowers, and I cursed as I suddenly remembered the surprise I’d ordered for Sherry.

“Uh, hold on-” I started, as the man presented the gift in earnest to Carrie, along with an assortment of chocolates and a specially written note that I’d prepared.

As I signed for the delivery and quickly rushed him out the door, I turned my attention to Carrie who seemed to be even more distressed than she was before.

I sighed.

“What were you expecting?” I asked, and she shook her head.

“I told him I was going to be here if he changed his mind,” she muttered, dejectedly. “I thought…”

Her words trailed off as a tear formed in her eye, and I sighed again.

Even in this situation, I really didn’t want to be comforting Carrie.

“Who’s ‘him’?” I asked.

“The guy I went out with last Saturday.”

“I thought you two had fun?”

“We did. We went out twice since then. But…”

“But?” I asked, my impatience getting the better of me despite my best efforts.

“He- uh. He didn’t wanna hang out today. Kept making excuses, and it turned into a fight,” she explained, and I sighed.

He obviously had someone to spend the day with.

God, this was so typical of Carrie.

She always got carried away over someone without seeming to realize that she was their ‘extra’.

I had no idea how a single human being could be dumb enough to continuously find themselves in that same idiotic position over and over, but as she stood there, holding onto the flowers and chocolates that I’d ordered for Sherry, she looked so sad I actually felt pretty bad for her despite it all.

She put down the flowers on the table and headed sheepishly for the couch, when an idea occurred to me.

I quickly picked up the flowers, then went over to her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dumbass,” I muttered, and she blinked twice, before screwing her face up at me.

“What is this supposed to be?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Sherry isn’t gonna be home to get the present. So I’m giving it to-“

“No I get that, but jeez. You’re in your slacks and handing me another girl’s gift just like that. Isn’t this the part where you go all out, dress up, make me a romantic dinner or take me out somewhere fancy, and show me all the wonderful romance that you’ve been showering my sister with for all these years?”

“Yeah, fuck that. Take the flowers or don’t, uh-“

My words trailed off as she teared up again and gave a little whimper, and I sighed.

“Ugh. Jeez, fine! But Sherry and I weren’t going out.”

“Of course you weren’t. You’ve been married for seven years now. You were probably gonna fuck like bunnies till the break of dawn, but I need to be romanced!” she announced, and I groaned.

I shot her an ‘I’m not sure yet that I even want to be nice to you’ glare, then headed off for the shower.

“Sherry better be ready to do some seriously kinky stuff to make up for this,” I muttered to myself as I bathed begrudgingly, then Carrie suddenly called out to me:

“You better shave too!”

“What?”

“I. Said. SHAVE!” she called, and I brushed the stubble on my face gingerly.

“I don’t even do this much to get some when I really want it,” I grumbled to myself.

Although…

With nothing to do, and no end to Carrie’s gloomy company in sight.

What the Hell, right?

How much worse could this possibly be than the gloomy afternoon alone I was stuck with anyway?

Besides, maybe if I go all out I could really get Sherry to owe me one.

“You’re so amazing! Doing that for my little sister!” Sherry would greet me with sparkly, anime girl eyes.

Hell, maybe I could guilt her into a threesome with that hot nurse from the clinic who keeps checking me out!

I smiled at the possibilities as I started getting dressed, but as I stepped out of the room I noted that outside seemed to be strangely quiet.

“Carrie?” I called, despite the feeling that I was walking out into an empty apartment.

I scanned all of the rooms, then noticed a note left on the table.

Went home to get dressed. Pick me up at 6. Ciao!

That was less than an hour from now, but I was still dressed and had nothing to do.

I groaned.

Too long to wait it out, yet not enough time to watch a quick vid and rid myself of some of my ‘tension’.

I took of my shirt and loaded up the next episode of my anime to pass the time, then headed out to pick her up at her parents’ house.

“Don’t wait up~!” she called, as she climbed into my car, and I shot her a quick glare.

“They know what my car looks like,” I chided, but she waved away my concern.

“They don’t give a fuck anyway,” she muttered.

Carrie was wearing a ridiculously short lacy, red, halter dress, and I shot her an uncomfortable glance as I pulled out of the driveway.

“You like?” she escort trabzon asked, holding her hands up and displaying her dress a little, and I rolled my eyes.

“You look like that chick that everyone banged on prom night,” I muttered, and she folded her hands angrily.

“Do you always have to be so-“

“Honest?”

“Yeah! It wouldn’t kill you to lie a little sometimes.”

“See, that’s why you can’t find yourself a half-decent man,” I countered, and she folded her hands angrily, looking out of the passenger side window with a defiant ‘hmph!’

“Where are we going anyway?” I asked, and she glared at me angrily.

“What the hell kind of a man takes a girl out for Valentine’s dinner without knowing where they’re going? Honestly!” she complained, and I rolled my eyes again.

“Sherry and I were going to stay in, remember? Do you honestly think we would have gotten reservations anywhere on short notice?”

I sighed.

Logic just wasn’t working on this girl tonight.

“How about Bello’s?” I asked, and she glared at me.

“The fucking pizza place?”

“Yeah. Pizza is nice,” I countered.

“I am not going to Bello’s dressed like this.”

“Dunno why you dressed like that to begin with,” I countered, but as I glanced at her I suddenly realized that she’d not only dressed up, but she seemed to have put on a fair bit of make-up too.

Wait.

Did she do her hair?

She definitely didn’t have time to do that.

I racked my brain a bit, then realized that her hair had probably been done all evening.

Come to think of it.

I’d never seen Sherry get ready in under an hour when she was dressing out, and she was fairly quick compared to most girls that I knew.

Carrie had been prepared to go on a real date tonight, hadn’t she?

I sighed.

“Maybe we can call around and see if we can score some seats on a cancellation or something,” I muttered, and she turned back to me, a little surprised smile on her lips.

“Okay,” she agreed, giving a little nod, and I pulled over at the next safe location to make a few calls.

To my surprise, we lucked out and scored a reservation at one of the most popular steakhouses around.

“Steak?” Carrie initially complained, “That’s hardly romance food, is it?”

“What the fuck is ‘romance food’?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“An uncultured buffoon like you would hardly know,” she countered, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Just be glad we’re getting to go anywhere,” I muttered, but as we pulled into the restaurant, her mood seemed to improve significantly, and the litter of couples enjoying their respective romantic evenings quickly infected her.

Her excitement however only added to the damper that the atmosphere put on my mood.

Sherry and I would have been having a blast about now.

But here I am instead, accompanying the most annoying human being ever placed on this planet.

We got to our seats, and Carrie shot me a glare even as I made sure she was seated before joining her.

“Do you have to glare at me so much?” I asked with annoyance, and she smiled nonchalantly.

“I’m keeping you on your toes,” she commented, ordering some pretty expensive wine before even settling in.

Not that that was anything new.

Carrie had been loafing off of us for some time now.

But it was still annoying the way she went about things, as if it was only natural.

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Sherry to ‘update’ her on what was up, but not even my earlier messages had been read so I imagined it was probably a chaotic night for her as well.

When she got called out like that, it usually was.

“Are you going to stare at your phone all night?” Carrie immediately asked, and I scowled.

“Yeah.”

“Oh come on, let’s talk! We’re having a nice dinner in a place that’s not half bad.”

“We have about as much in common as Donald Trump and any Mexican. What could we possibly talk about?” I asked, and she frowned at me.

We made a few more half-hearted attempts at conversation before Carrie seemed to give up, and that glum expression appeared on her face again, but as dinner was about over and we were just sitting around slowly getting more and more drunk on the wine, I suddenly noticed that her mood seemed to abruptly change.

She stole a glance off to the left then smiled, and as I followed her gaze I noticed that she seemed to be flirting with a guy, two tables across.

It took little more than a quick glance to notice that there was a ring on his finger, and he was probably having dinner with his wife.

She was however nowhere to be seen, and as Carrie waved at him a little I groaned.

“Jealous?” she asked, and I rolled my eyes at her exaggeratedly.

“Watching you make bad life choices is painful, even as a bystander who has no fucks to give,” I muttered, and she frowned, suddenly regarding my words thoughtfully.

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything,” she countered defensively, and I stretched, before signalling to the waiter that we were ready for the cheque.

“Then why bother flirting?” I asked, and she frowned.

“Hey, you have no idea what it’s like out there for us single folk,” she muttered, and I yawned, the alcohol induced drowsiness kicking in.

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I just turned 45 years old and had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. The pay was a share of the line-haul so it helped that I owned the trailer too so I got a bigger percentage.

It was a lonely life. Women found along the road fell into two categories; Truck-stop hookers, commonly called lot lizards. Lot lizards would often go with a driver to get to new locations where the market might be better for their services.

The second type was looking for a husband with a big paycheck. This second type would share a lot of consensual sex and then try to spring the trap shut. Usually I was running too hard to waste a lot of time with either type. I wanted a partner; a woman that would be with me because we both wanted to be together and have a lot of sex because we both enjoyed it. Beyond that I do not know what I was looking for.

But I had taken this 40 year old lady on the truck with me. I met Charlene in Bangor Maine and after a couple of dates and no sex I had invited her to take a trip with me. That was bad enough but I suggested that we find a place to live in the middle of the country so I could get home each way across the country. What if I finally got into her panties and it wasn’t any good?

I finally nailed her in a service plaza off the New Jersey Turnpike on the way to Virginia. She was fantastic! My blind faith paid off. Yes, I wanted to play house with this woman. I don’t know why the father of her three daughters did not stick around, but maybe I would find out the hard way. For now I would enjoy incredible sex.

Even as fantastic as Charlene was in bed, I continued to fantasize about her oldest daughter, Tammy. The middle daughter, Linda was the big boob type that I never liked. I am an A and B cup fan, not the D and DDs. The youngest, Tina, was not quite 18. I have no interest in jailbait. Although Tina did have a birthday coming up and she was almost as hot as Tammy.

All of my shipments were out of Northern Virginia and all going to Central California. Then it was hammer down as far as Missouri. We stopped in Springfield and found a small farm for rent outside of town. The farmhouse was enough for the five of us and we would be able to have horses if the girls liked. From what Charlene had told me, Linda was already boy crazy so maybe her own horse would get her mind off sex.

We took somebody’s mattress and 6 moving pads in the house and got undressed for the first time in our own house. We started doing 69 right away. The moving pads were comfortable and would catch any juices from our sex. The last thing I needed was to explain how the shipper’s mattress got covered with cum stains.

Charlene’s pussy was just as delicious. When I turned around and entered her pussy, it was just as tight as ever. We did missionary and we both came. Then she got on top and had another orgasm. Even after all the sex we had, it still took several strokes to get all the way in. We lay in each other’s arms for a while on our homemade bed. It was not long before my throbbing manhood was fully trabzon escort erect and wanting more. Charlene was still wet and said, “Your truck is between the house and the barn; our bed is comfortable; I hope we can spend the night.”

“Yes, let’s fuck our brains out and then sleep it off. We have plenty of time on our shipments.”

“Bruce, I like you better when you are being a gentleman. So put your big stick back inside me and let’s make love again.”

Whatever she wanted to call it was fine. I was too hard to argue. Fuck; make love; whatever; it is all good

It had been years since my last butt hole adventure so maybe this is the time to try it. I began fingering her anus and it took a long time to get more than a finger in. When I finally got two fingers in Charlene said, “Is this what you want to do? I have never done it but if it makes you happy.”

“Me too,” I lied. “If we don’t like it, we can stop.”

My throbbing member needed something bigger than her tiny brown hole, but after a lot of time and effort, it went in. It was even tighter than her pussy. In fact it was a lot tighter than her tight little cunt! Nothing in my life prepared me for this experience. It was more than I ever dreamed of. It was incredible enough to take my mind off Tammy for the moment.

Charlene said, “It hurts and is exciting at the same time.

“Do I need to stop?”

“No, I like it, even with the pain. Put a load of your cum in there. Fill my but like you filled my pussy.” It was the first time I had heard her call her vagina a pussy.

Her tight little back door was giving me pleasure like nothing I had ever experienced. Her little pooper seemed to be gripping my penis hard and I loved it. Stroking faster and faster, this was where I wanted to be. When my semen started pouring out, it was stream after stream. Although I can rarely go more than two rounds, it is never less than two, until now. When my orgasm finally subsided, I rolled over and went to sleep. Charlene got a wet facecloth and washed off my happy penis. My next conscious awareness was in the morning and she was trying to ride my erect member.

What a wonderful woman. We made love until almost 10 and then put the shipper’s mattress back in the box and threw everything back in the truck. We were rolling by 10:15 and holding each other’s sex at 70 miles per hour. Not easy with buckets and a shifter in between. That evening we stopped at a truck stop for food, fuel, showers and phone calls. Tina and Tammy were not happy about the move. Linda was not home. I hoped that Tammy did not opt to stay in Maine. I really wanted to nail her but how? I did not want to lose Charlene but Tammy was occupying all my fantasies.

The trip to the Bay area was without incident and most of our shipments went to storage; a lot easier than residential delivery. I had asked dispatch to load me as far northeast as possible. It was not to Maine, but I would empty out in Cape Cod and deadhead to Bangor. All of our eastbound shipments came out of residence but luckily they all went to storage at delivery. We had beaten all the shippers.

The girls and Charlene’s sister Joy had done a wonderful trabzon escort bayan job of packing. My old friend Lew helped me load, so loading went smooth. The five of us had dinner with Lew and his girl. Then we headed out with Charlene and the girls in her car and me alone in the truck. The first time we stopped for gas in the car, Linda wanted to ride with me.

Travelling with Linda was scary. She kept hinting that we could hang out when we got settled. Was she a trap? Was she trying to get next to me so that she could get away with stuff? Was she really fuck-able? I really wanted Tammy, but what man can turn down a willing 19-year-old? Somewhere in the middle of Ohio, she started massaging my love-stick. If we had to stop for anything, Charlene would see the bulge in my pants and that would be the end. Neither of us had spoken a word but finally I said, “If we have to stop, your mother will see this.”

She said, “I will stop, but you owe me.”

“Yes!”

The former tenant had left the utilities on but I had called to switch them over so everything was still on when we finally got to our new home. Right away, Tina was complaining about a farm and saying that she would not feed chickens.

Charlene said, “You will if Bruce tells you too.”

I said, “No chickens. We can get horses if you want, but if we do get horses, you will need to care for them.

Linda kept giving me a knowing look whenever nobody was watching. Maybe it was a mistake to let her give me pleasure with her little hand, but I am weak.

The five of us pitched in and unloaded the truck. After everything was set up, Charlene and I made love, and I thought about how I craved Tammy, how easy Linda would be, and how lucky I was to have Charlene.

We walked the farm next day. It was only 40 acres but it had not been mowed so we were watching for snakes. Then we went into Springfield for a restaurant and grocery shopping. I opened a joint bank account while we were there. This is moving too fast.

Tammy seemed to hate me. Anything I asked her brought rude answers. If I asked her to do something, she would pretend not to hear me. She did not want to look for a college. Tina and Linda were both high school seniors and would be riding a bus when classes started in September. Linda was always sweet. Tina had started calling me dad, but it was a little bit sarcastic.

It was time to go to work. The dispatchers had been very accommodating so I said that I was in Springfield, Missouri, ready to go in any direction. I loaded out of St. Lewis for four destinations in Washington State. When I emptied out in Whidbey Island, Washington, they dead headed me down to Bremerton, Washington to load out for Florida. But it was Friday and the loads started on Monday. So I headed up to Stevens Pass and hiked up to Lake Valhalla. It is a long uphill backpack, and the lake was a big disappointment. It was formed by rockslides all around. There was not even a decent place to pitch my tent. Fortunately the day was still young enough to hike back down to the beautiful hanging valley that I had passed on the way up.

The hanging valley was a small pond on a small stream, lined with escort trabzon emerald green moss. It more than made up for Lake Valhalla. By the time I arrived back at the beautiful hanging valley, two girls had pitched their tent and had a small campfire. They acted scared so I said “I don’t rape, rob, or murder except on Saturday.” We all laughed because it was Saturday and I said, “My name I Bruce. I don’t have to be anywhere until Monday and I always wanted to see Lake Valhalla, but it is ugly so I came back down to this beautiful spot, all full of pretty girls.”

The girls introduced themselves and questioned me about the lake. They had only made it this far today and planned on finishing the hike in the morning. I let them know that the trail was very steep the rest of the way up and they probably would not like the lake.

They helped me set up my tent. The pretty black haired girl, Joanne kept smiling at me. As darkness enveloped the mountains, we started kissing and eventually fondling. She said that she could not go any future because her girlfriend would tell her husband. But the girlfriend fell asleep. This is grizzly country so we needed to keep the fire going.

After a while, we put more wood on the fire and went in my tent. I pulled her cargo shorts down and started kissing her pussy through her panties. The musky smell of her pussy was driving me wild. I wanted to taste the love hole on the other side of the panties. After a while I slipped her panties to one side and started licking her bare cunt. Pussy always tastes good and Joanne’s pussy was no exception. This went on for several minutes when suddenly she pushed my head out of her crotch and said, “Please don’t. Please stop.”

“Joanne, I need you.”

“I felt your big cock. You must have plenty of girls.”

“We are talking too much, Joanne.” And then my tongue was back in her pussy. I focused on her slot for a while and then gently bit her clit with my lips. And then bit lightly with my teeth. She let out a little scream and caught herself before waking her friend. When my swollen manhood slipped into her wet pussy, it went in easy. My mind drifted back to Charlene’s tight pussy and I was missing it. Joanne was moaning and pushing back. I was holding myself up with one hand and playing with her tits with the other. A few minutes of missionary and cum was blasting away in her pussy. The orgasm went on and on. When it finally stopped, my member was still swollen.

We lay in each other’s arms for a while, gently massaging each other’s sex. Suddenly she got on top and was guiding my almost hard love stick into her welcoming hole. She rode cowgirl for a long time when suddenly we both exploded at once. She was shaking all over from her orgasm and I was too. Even though we were both coming, she kept riding and I kept pulling her ass forward to keep the rhythm going. It felt so good.

She lay on top of me until my dick softened and slipped out. Then she rolled off and we slept in each other’s arms. Suddenly, daylight was peaking into the tent flap and her girlfriend was yelling “Joanne” in an angry voice.

I lay thinking about my weekend; Lake Valhalla was a big disappointment after spending years on my bucket list and a 14 mile round trip hike. The little hanging valley was beautiful and I will never forget it. I felt guilty about fucking Joanne, especially when I had better at home. But boys will be boys. When I finally got up, the girls were gone.

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I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he stood, in the middle of the crowd at the airport. I had a moment to observe him before he spotted me. It was Sam. Sam is the man I had been having an online relationship with for the past 2 years. He looked just like his pictures, but his stance and the look on his face showed me something you can’t see in pictures. There was an honest look of concern, hope, and nerves as he watched the passengers disembark from the plane.

Sam stood about 5’8″ and went about 175 pounds. His hair was silver, salt and pepper, parted to one side, and almost reached his shoulders in length. His eyes are a beautiful blue with a twinkle of mischief. When he smiles, he develops this dimple right above his lip on the left side that adds a bit of charm.

It seemed like I stood there for 10 minutes or more, just observing him and taking in his off-guard demeanor. Actually, it must have only been a minute or so before he saw me. Our eyes met and locked as he smiled and let out a breath of air that that seemed to be trapped in his shoulders. We didn’t move at first, just stood there, staring for a moment. After I took the first step, we began to walk slowly toward each other, our eyes still locked in place.

“I see you made it OK. I was getting concerned after all those people filtered out and I still hadn’t seen you. I thought maybe you’d changed your mind at the last minute.”

“Oh, never! I’ve been waiting too long to meet you face to face to change my mind.”

“We better go get your luggage. The carriage for this flight is this way.”

We walked all the way down the stairs and over to the luggage racks without saying a word. It really seemed odd to never run out of things to say online, but here, face to face for the first time, we had nothing to say to each other. My mind was blank and our tongues were silent. I felt like I was back in high school, out on my first date with a boy.

When they finally reached the luggage carrier, he broke the silence.

“What color are your bags?” he asked.

“They are burgundy,” I stammered, “with a black stripe down the middle, and they are soft sided.”

My mind began to wander. “What the hell am I doing?” I thought to myself. “I fly hundreds of miles down south to meet a man I’ve only known online and all I can do is trust that everything he has told me was true. Except for the conversations we had online behind the security of a monitor and keyboard in our own homes, we had never met. I was beginning to have my doubts, to wonder if I had done the right thing. He could be a crazy killer or kidnapper planning on selling me into slavery.

“Is trabzon escort that one of your bags?” he asked, breaking into my thoughts. I turned to look at him and our eyes met once again. After only a moment, he smiled at me. It was pure, honest, and from the heart. Sam is a wonderful man, from the inside out. It was in that moment that I knew I had made the right decision. I could not go on without meeting the man I had shared so much with for the past 2 years. It was within that moment that her protective shied had dissolved.

“Yes” I replied. “That is one of them, the other one is a bit larger.”

“Larger!?” he exclaimed, “I thought you could only stay for 2 weeks. Is this to be my first surprise? Are you staying for a couple months instead of a couple weeks?”

“Oh God! How I wish I could!” I told him. “But you know I couldn’t get that much vacation time. This is just the way a woman packs, and I think you’ll eventually be glad I did.”

With that, he just lifted an eyebrow and smirked. We grabbed my luggage, walked out to the car, and loaded my stuff into the trunk. He walked around to open the door for me then he went around to get in himself, and we began our long ride back to his place. I grabbed hold of his hand just as we turned onto the highway and said to him, “I thought this moment would never come.”

“Me too darlin’!” he said with a squeeze of my hand. “Me too!”

The rest of the long ride home went peacefully. I dozed a little, we talked a lot, and sometimes, he was acting as tour guide, pointing out different points of interest along the way. It was a nice acquaintance period, giving us the chance to get comfortable with each other. With every passing mile, we became more relaxed, more open, and more comfortable.

Finally, we were pulling into his driveway. The thought of my travel time being over until my trip home caused a sigh of relief. It was a long trip from beginning to end.

Sam went to the back of the car to retrieve my luggage, then he led me into the house. “You must be exhausted from your trip. I’ll show you to your room and let you rest or freshen up a bit if you’d like.”

“Oh, you must have been reading my mind. I’d love to take a nap, then take a shower and freshen up. Thank you so much.”

“I’ve set up the guest bedroom for you. This will be your room during your stay, but you can sleep where ever you want. I’ll give you a tour of the house later, but my room is right across the hall.” He informed me.

I had noticed a gleam in his eye with that comment. There was no mistaking his meaning. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, my trabzon escort bayan dear. Thank you!” I teased.

Sam set my bags down just inside the door and closed the door behind him. That left me to my explorations of the room, which was lovely. To the left was the full size bed with nice fluffy pillows. Next to the bed was a night table with a pitcher of water. On the right was a dresser with 4 empty draws and a mirror on the top. There was a small wrapped package on the dresser. “TO DAWN, WITH LOVE, SAMMY” was on the tag. On the other side of the room were 2 doors, side by side in the middle of the wall. I opened the door on the right and found a good sized closet full of empty hangers, a shelf on the top, shelves going down one side and a light with a pull chain hanging from the ceiling. The door on the left was the door to a small bathroom. It contained a toilet, sink and mirror, and shower stall. Sam thought of everything! There was a vase of fresh cut flowers on the corner of the vanity, a new toothbrush, a bar of soap and fresh towels. I opened the door to the shower and found the stall had a seat in there, perfect for sitting down to shave my legs. The thought of a fresh shower was too inviting to pass up.

I went back to my bags to retrieve a fresh set of clothes. I opted for a tank top sundress with sandals since the North Carolina sun was high in the sky. I grabbed my materials and went into the bathroom. I started the water, stripped off my travel clothes, and stepped into the nice warm shower. The water was flowing over my hair, rinsing out the grime from my travel, and washing down my body. I leaned forward just a bit to let the water beat down on my neck and shoulders to release the tension there. I was in heaven with what felt like ecstasy. The hot water felt so good on my weary body.

I was suddenly startled by the sound of a mans voice. Pulled out of my reverie, I heard him ask, “Are you all set in there, or do you need any help with your back?” With just the sound of his voice, I trembled. It brought back the memories of all our voice chats and cyber sex and phone sex, and I found myself holding my breath.

“Well, now that you mention it, I am having a little trouble reaching my back. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I have an idea, if you’re interested?”

“Well, what do you have in mind?”

With that, he climbed into the shower behind me, grabbed the cloth, and started rubbing my back. “Umm, that feels great!” I uttered. I still had not seen him naked, but I could feel him against my back, I could smell him over my shoulder, and I could feel his touch on my escort trabzon body. With every movement, my skin tingled. Even in the hot steam of the shower, he gave me a chill of excitement.

I’m not sure when he lost the cloth, but his arms were snaked around me, one tugging at my nipples and one playing with my smooth crotch. I could feel his breath on my neck and I could hear him moan. All I could do was lean into the assault his hands were making on my body. My head rolled back against his shoulder, I uttered a moan of my own, and reached for my neglected nipple and started rolling it around in my fingers. My other hand moved to cover his hand as his fingers were playing with my lower lips. My breathing was getting short. My God, his fingers felt good!

I could feel his erection on my back, and all I could think of was how good it would feel to have that inside of me. I was very hot and wet at this point, and not only from the shower. I reached over to lean on the seat of the shower stall, bending over as an invitation. The water was beating on the small of my back as I was waiting for the initial thrust of his cock. What I felt instead was his tongue searching for my entrance. His hot and wet tongue was licking my pussy as his fingers opened me up. “Oooh!” I exclaimed with an arch of my back. I figured he was on his knees, but when I looked down between my legs, he was sitting under me, ready to lick me again. I leaned into him, loving every touch. His tongue was licking me like an ice cream cone. “Oh, that feels so good.”

He then exposed my clit and started flicking it with his tongue. I wanted more. He was being such a tease. He wanted me to beg. At this point, I would do anything! “Oh please Sam, please eat me. Yes! Like that! Damn, that feels good. I love your tongue! Please, fuck me with your tongue, I want to feel your tongue all over me. Oh God Sam, you do that good!” He was licking me hard, he was fucking my hole with his tongue.

The next proved to be my undoing. While he was tongue-fucking my hole, his thumb was rubbing my clit. He was eating me like it was his first meal in a week, sucking on me, ravaging me, trying to get more and more, like he couldn’t get enough. He was rubbing my nub in big circular motions and squeezing it every once in a while between his fingers.

“Oh Sam! That feels so fucking good! I’m going to cum! Your tongue feels so good, eat me baby, yes…yes… Eat me, just like that, please don’t stop, Ahh, yes baby, ahh, you’re making me cum baby, you’re making me cum!”

“Let it go darlin’, let it go. I want to taste your juices, I want you to cum on my face. Let it go, give it all to me.”

With a final groan and my hips rocking with his tongue, I reached my peak and my juices flowed! Oh, that was incredible. If he could be that good with his tongue, I was certain he would be better with his dick and I was planning on finding out!

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Searing pain overwhelmed his corneas as Stanley opened his eyes. The light bulbs overhead were unforgiving and uninviting. He immediately had to close his eyelids down over their glare but after doing this a few times the pain started to subside and he was able to look around freely.

As soon as he took in his surrounding environment he knew that the dream he had had was no dream at all; everything that had taken place was imprinted in his memory like children writing their names in wet cement. It was both embarrassing and amazing all at the same time.

Still, as he looked around inside the dimly lit cabin he saw that he was surrounded by remnants of femininity; much to his delight. Everything inside reeked of sugar and spice, and he had never felt so out of place in his entire life. He imagined this is what it must’ve felt like to be kidnapped, or perhaps even knocked unconscious and simply waking up someplace else.

He sat up straight, and that’s when he noticed the pain in his head. He had a pounding headache, and as he clutched his face in his hands and rubbed his temples he would have given anything to get rid of it. As he sat there in someone else’s bed he started to wonder what would become of him now. He felt as though his very well-being was at stake, as if the events of yesterday would have a negative impact on today.

Toughening out his headache proved to be more difficult than simply waiting it out. The lights in the cabin were the bane of his existence; however…they did offer him the necessary help he needed to properly look around. As he did so he felt a lot like a spy, but rather than spying on other countries or intelligence agencies he was spying on the opposite sex.

On the wall next to him were cut-outs and posters of various rock bands and other celebrity figures. They were laid out randomly and held up crudely with pieces of scotch tape. Many of the paper clingings were overlapping, and he made the accurate deduction that the girl who usually slept in this bed wasn’t very organized.

Directly across from his bed was another, and unlike the plain sheets that he slept on the others had vibrant colored patterns on them; as did the bed in the corner across from it. Both beds and areas were neatly organized, with science-related cutouts and the like strewn out across their respective walls. The cutouts were held in place with thumbtacks – one cutout right next to the other- until both sets of customized wallpaper met between the two windows on that side of the cabin.

On the other side of the door was the final bed. This one was much different than the others. Several colors lit up that area of the cabin, but the color that was mainly in use was pink. The sheets on the bed were fluffy, and bulged out like a giant pink cloud. Unlike the other walls in the cabin the walls in this area were cluttered with pictures of teen heartthrobs and handsome actors. Where the other walls maybe had just a few pictures of men between the other pictures which helped express themselves, the girl who took up residence in the final area had at least three pictures of men for every one picture on the other girls’ walls.

With the pounding in his head still going on Stanley had not noticed the giggling. But as he stared around at the beds and walls of the cabin his mind started to churn, and this helped to fight off the massive headache he was experiencing. When his headache finally stopped pounding he was able to hear obvious giggling coming from the front of the cabin.

His eyes trailed over to the door and he saw that it was cracked open only slightly. He saw a pair of eyes and a flash of red hair peek out through the cracked door and then retreat. In instinct he threw himself back down on the bed and covered up with the bed sheets. It was then that he noticed his clothes were no longer wet from his late night swim, and only after he realized this did he realized that he was fully clothed – right down to his shoes.

Sheepishly, he buried his head under the bed sheets as well.

His face began to grow flushed as he realized that there were two girls giggling. He heard them open the door and step in slowly, all the while trying to conceal their giggling from him. His body became stiff as a board as though the embarrassment of the situation was too much for him to handle, and he shut his eyes tight in an effort to escape the situation even more as he felt the two girls step to his bedside.

The giggling was still going on, but one of the girls spoke in between stifling laughs.

“Umm…Stanley?” she said.

Unsure about how to proceed, Stanley simply spoke from beneath the sheets; refusing to face the two girls – and reality.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice cracking slightly in nervousness.

He listened to the two girls giggle some more, and a moment later the other girl spoke up.

“Um…it’s us, Stanley – Becca and Mona. You know, from school?”

“Rebecca?” Stanley asked from under the covers. “And Ramona?”

“Yeah, that’s marmaris escort right Stanley.” The first girl said. “Lacey told us about what happened to you.”

Stanley tried his best not to groan. Indeed he was familiar with the two girls at his bedside. They were twin sisters, and some of the smartest girls in school. They weren’t quite as smart as he was, but when they put their minds together they were a force to be reckoned with. In Stanley’s mind the two girls embodied the term ‘nerd,’ maybe even as much as he himself did. When he thought of them images of their carrot-top hair came to mind, along with their pale white skin and freckled faces. In chem class the two were always partners, and Stanley always took comfort in the fact their hair was always frizzy and they always opted to wear the whitest lab-coats available. It made him look like less of a geek in comparison to the two ‘mad scientist chicks’ that stood next to him.

“You guys…you came all the way over here? Just to check on me?” Stanley asked, his eyes shut tight still.

There was a brief moment of silence in which the girls did not giggle. Stanley could tell that they were having some sort of unspoken conversation on the other side of the sheet he was hidden under.

“No, we didn’t, Stanley…” Rebecca said. “We go to camp here.”

Stanley tried to hide the fact that he was frowning, although he had no idea why he was trying to hide it. The two girls couldn’t see him underneath the sheet, nor could he see them for that matter.

“Stanley…” Ramona said. “Becca and I know how you must feel, but you can’t stay buried under that blanket forever.”

“I…uh…” Stanley said, trying to sound cool and composed. “…yeah, I know…”

“So why don’t you just let us see your face, then?” Rebecca asked. “You don’t have to get up or anything. Just pull the blanket off your head. You know – take it slow.”

“Uhh…I don’t know…” Stanley said, still unsure about how to proceed.

“C’mon Stanley, it’s us! You know us.” Ramona said. “We have classes together all the time! Hey, maybe you can even help us with our summer project? What do you say?”

“Umm…well…” Stanley said. He was becoming paranoid that the girls could see him now. For some reason he felt as though they could see how red his face was and how nervous he was feeling.

“Stanley…” Rebecca said in a nurturing and soothing voice. “Everyone knows you’re the smartest one in school…”

Rebecca’s comment did help him to feel better. He felt his hands stop shivering, and his body began to loosen up. He also began to think that even if the two sisters had seen him naked he probably didn’t have much to worry about. Becca and Mona were very unsightly; so much so that Stanley doubted they had ever even had boyfriends, much less seen a boy naked. The nerdy redheads were built like ironing boards, and Stanley figured that girls like them who sported flat buns and a flat chest probably didn’t have dates lining up at their front door.

The girls heard him let out a deep sigh, and a moment later Stanley started to pull the blankets down from over his head.

The first thing he saw were their faces looming over him, and after taking both of them in Stanley couldn’t help but gasp and stare.

Becca and Mona looked nothing like he remembered. Both girls now sported a lighter shade of hair and were more on the strawberry-blonde side, and their faces no longer had freckles. In fact, both girls now had model good looks – and neither girl wore a pair of glasses.

The girls stared down at him with their beautiful blue eyes. Stanley noticed that their skin was probably the smoothest he had ever seen on a girl…even girls in magazines. They had no blemishes, and the way the light hit them he was reminded of how Lacey had looked the night before.

As the two girls straightened up Stanley felt his jaw drop as he now took in the sight of their gorgeous bodies. Their newly acquired figures put all of the popular girls to shame.

On the left Rebecca had a hand on her hip accentuating her hour-glass figure. Her green athletic shorts hugged her hips tightly and barely covered the swell of her round ass. The color of her shorts matched the color of her eyes; eyes which were now staring at the shocked look on Stanley’s face as though it were his normal expression.

To her right Ramona stood with perfect posture – carefree and proud. Like her sister she also wore a pair of green shorts, but since she was standing perfectly upright with her hands on her sides her ass was not displayed as prominently.

Both girls were wearing basic cotton t-shirts, but what Stanley couldn’t believe was the effect their chests were having on them. He remembered the girls being obviously flat-chested, A-cups for certain, but the tits they now possessed were causing their tees to stop short at their midriffs. Their belly buttons and surrounding skin regions were completely exposed; and the bottom of their shirts dangled half a foot from their ribs.

Stanley marmaris escort bayan gaped at the two newly formed redheads and the way their new boobs now jutted from their bodies like two pairs of twin torpedoes. Becca and Mona had gone through a drastic transformation; so much so that Stanley could barely recognize them, yet both girls were acting as though they hadn’t noticed their hair changing color, their breasts growing bigger, and their bodies morphing into overall slender and busty figures.

“There you go.” Rebecca said, her head leaning down to look directly at his face. “Isn’t that better?”

“Uhh…Rebecca?” Stanley asked with a slight stutter.

“Yeah, Stanley?” the redhead responded.

“Um…is that really you? And Mona, too?”

Stanley’s eyes grew wide and he had to lean back slightly as Ramona leaned down so that her face was right above his. She also placed both hands on her hips which caused her already jutting rack to jut even more just inches from the scrawny teen’s face. Stanley started breathing heavy as he now had an up close and personal view of Ramona’s heaving chest.

“Stanley are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

The nerdy teen gulped as he struggled to answer her question.

“Ye…yes. I’m okay.”

A moment later he almost had to change his answer as the other redheaded sister leaned down next to him as well. Stanley was in awe as both pairs of tits were practically touching as they stood proudly side by side right in front of his face.

“Are you sure?” Rebecca asked.

Stanley nodded his head, but never once took his eyes off the two strained white t-shirts in front of him. In the past he might have granted Rebecca and Ramona B cups when he pictured them in his mind’s eye, but the tits they were displaying in front of him now had to be at least Ds. Scientifically he knew that it was near impossible for the two girls to achieve breasts of that caliber in such a short amount of time…near impossible…

And there was no mistaking it. Rebecca and Ramona had had simultaneous growth spurts of massive proportions. Stanley had to gawk as he realized the two twin sisters had upgraded their four mosquito bites to four massive melons.

“You don’t look fine…” Ramona said, causing Stanley to break the intense gaze his eyes were giving the girls’ chests.

“Yeah, Stanley…she’s right.” Rebecca said, as she reached out and took the blanket from his hand.

“Maybe we’d better make sure you’re alright…” Ramona said as she, too, reached for the blanket.

Together the two sisters yanked the sheets away from Stanley’s grip; exposing his body to their view.

“No!” Stanley yelped, before he realized how much of a nerd he must have sounded like. A moment later, however, he remembered that he was fully clothed; and both Becca and Mona had what looked like disappointment in their eyes.

“Hey…” Rebecca said. “I thought Lace said he was naked.”

“She did!” Ramona replied. “I was right there with you when she said it.”

“Why…why do you want to see me naked?” Stanley asked.

The two busty sisters turned their attention to the nervous boy in the bed, and they both smiled at him lewdly.

“Hush, Stanley.” Rebecca shushed him. “The girls are talking.”

“Whoa!” Ramona exclaimed, pointing to Stanley’s crotch. “Look at that thing!”

Her sister turned her gaze to Stanley’s bulge, and as Stanley followed her eyes to his crotch he immediately became self-conscious and covered it with his hands.

“I guess you like what you see here, don’t you, Stanley?” Rebecca inquired as she placed one hand on her hip and one behind her head in an effort to strike a pose for him.

“You slut!” Ramona protested. “He’s been staring at me this whole time. Or haven’t you noticed?”

She now struck a pose for him as well, and Stanley continued to gawk at the two beauties as they posed for him; trying to grab his attention.

“Nuh uh!” Rebecca said. “He’s been staring at me! Haven’t you, Stanley?”

“Stanley?” Ramona said, as both she and Rebecca turned to him mid-pose. “Stanley??”

“Stanley!” Rebecca yelled.

“Uhh…uh, well…you two…ummmm…” Stanley stuttered. Before yesterday he had never known women could be as sexy as this, but now he had two such sexy women competing for his gaze in some sort of modeling contest. His cock was growing unbearably rigid, and he could already tell that if the two redheaded babes kept up their posing he was going to lose it.

“Alright, break it up you two!”

All three of them turned their heads to the door to find Lacey walking in. Like Becca and Mona she wore a simple outfit consisting of athletic shorts and a white tee, but with the added addition of her own pair of newfound assets her tee shirt was stretched even thinner.

Stanley noticed that she had her black hair done up in pigtails, and she had opted not to wear her glasses today. As she approached the three of them Stanley found his attention drawn not only to escort marmaris her bust but also to her white tennis shoes and gym socks. When she finally got to where the twins stood she crossed her arms over her chest and addressed both of them at once.

“Stanley has enough to worry about without you two relentlessly harassing him.” Lacey said. “Fawn is in the mess hall cleaning up. Why don’t the two of you help her?”

“That sounds booooooring!” Ramona said as she draped her body across Stanley’s legs and caressed his pants. “We wanna hang out with Stanley…”

“Yeah…” Rebecca added. “He’s the only one here smart enough for us to have a decent conversation with.”

Stanley could feel Ramona’s hand creeping up his inner thigh on the outside of his pants. He felt his manhood growing more and more excited as she inched her way closer to his bulge.

“Okay…I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.” Lacey said, furring her eyebrows at the twin by her feet. “Stanley and I need to have a real conversation.”

The nerdy teen felt the back of Becca’s hand brush against his bulge, and a moment later he could feel her hand rotating. She was about to grab it, and he braced himself.

“Ugh!” Rebecca said as she threw her arms to her sides and stomped one of her small feet down on the floor. “Mona, let’s go!”

Stanley gasped as he felt Mona’s hand give his bulge a quick tug, and a moment later she let go and was climbing off him.

“Byeeeee, Stanley…” She said as she blew him a kiss. Becca also waved goodbye and the two exited the cabin together.

Distraught, Stanley struggled to keep his excitement under control. Staring up at Becca and Lacey standing side-by-side was better than any porno he had ever watched; despite the lack of sexual activity. Their boobs had been so close to each other’s that they had almost touched, and Stanley was having a difficult time getting that image out of his head.

He had his eyes shut tight and his teeth gritted as he tried to keep his cock from exploding.

“Hey, Stanley!” Lacey exclaimed, suddenly.

The distraught boy felt relief sweep over his body as he managed to calm his erection down. Only a few drops of his seed had escaped, and he was actually happy he had not reached orgasm for fear of wetting his pants.

“Uhhhh…” Stanley moaned as he threw his arms out. One arm dangled over the side of the bed, and the other collided with the wall.

“What’s the matter with you?” Lacy asked with annoyance in her voice.

“Nothing,” Stanley said as he breathed in and out deeply. “Just trying to relax, that’s all.”

“Well stop it.” Lacey said, glaring down at him hard. “Just because I let you sleep in my bed doesn’t mean it’s yours.”

“This is…your bed?” Stanley asked, a bit surprised.

“Of course.” Lacey explained. “Who else would let a punk like you sleep in their bed?”

Stanley shrugged as he sat up and let his legs dangle over the side of the bed. He sat on the edge and continued his conversation with the black-haired beauty.

“Look, Stanley.” Lacey said, her posture exerting her authority over him. “You’re not supposed to be here. We could get in trouble if our camp counselors find you.”

“Oh, well…I’m sorry, I guess…” Stanley spewed. “I didn’t exactly ask to be here…”

He trailed off as he stared at Lacey’s huge rack. It was mind boggling how much larger she and the other girls had grown. Stanley didn’t want to discredit the twins in any way, but he couldn’t help but notice how much larger Lacey’s tits were than theirs. Even if Becca and Mona had put their tits together and added them up somehow their mutual bra size still wouldn’t add up to Lacey’s.

“I know.” Lacey said, sitting down next to Stanley on the bed. “I’ve been thinking…and I think the best thing to do would be for me to call your parents and have them pick you up somewhere close by.”

“What?” Stanley asked, disappointed by the prospect of being sent away. “I can’t go home! My parents were so happy that I’d finally found some friends. They’ll be devastated when they find out what really happened!”

Lacey frowned. She knew Stanley was probably right, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do with him.

Stanley was frowning as well. Everything he had said was true, but he also didn’t want to leave all these busty girls behind…especially Lacey. Seeing her with her new boobs was literally a dream come true for him, and although he lacked the physical prowess to make the rest of his dreams come true he was perfectly content to be a sole male witness to their busty beauty.

Besides, he was pretty sure he could be labeled the dumbest idiot on Earth if he were to give this up, and that’s not a title he was looking to obtain.

“Well, why not just lie to them?” Lacey asked. “Just tell them you’re not feeling well and you had to come home. Or tell them you didn’t think it was fun.”

“I don’t know… “He said, his frown growing more and more depressing. “My mom can always tell when I’m lying…”

“Fuck, Stanley, I’m at a loss here!” Lacey said, getting up off the bed quickly and putting her hands on her hips as she faced away from her friend. “I literally don’t know what else to do!”

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When I was young, I always seemed to be in my sister’s shadow. Though there was a 10 year difference between us, Anna’s name always seemed to be brought up in most conversations growing up. Now Anna had a lot of friends, most of which I didn’t care about, but there was one that I could never get off my mind. His name was Ryan.

Ryan was everything I wanted, funny, smart, and sexy on top of it, but like always, I was seen as his friends little sister and nothing more. Until one day…

“Ryan,” I was visiting my home town after a few years away, just after my 23 birthday. “Is that you?”

“Devi?” he looked truly shocked to see me, “wow you look amazing. How long has it been since I’ve seen you? Four, five years now.”

“I think so. The last time I saw you, was the last time I saw Anna.” After all these years he still took my breath away. We talked for a few more minutes, remembering old times.

“Hey” he was looking at me in a way I had never seen before. “Do you want to go grab a drink, or something? If you’re not busy of course.”

“I would love that” we walked to the nearest bar and talked about everything from the past to what we wanted out of life and it was all I could do not to reach out and touch him. I wanted to make sure he was real, that my childhood crush was here talking to me about the men I’ve dated and what I was looking for now. After a while of talking about random topics we moved on to sex.

“Wow, fethiye escort I can’t believe I’m talking about this stuff with Anna’s baby sister. I mean I’m older than her.” The worst part was that he really looked guilty about it.

“I’m not a baby anymore” he looked at me with almost an apologetic look in his eyes, almost like he was regretting thinking of me this way.

“No shit”

“Look Ryan I’m legal, I have been for five years now. Stop worrying about that and the fact that I’m Anna’s little sister… that came be easily ignored.” I looked back with an almost hopeful look in my eyes. Trying my best to relive the tension between us.

“Devi?”

“Yes Ryan”

“Would you like to come to my place with me?”

“Please” I almost jumped up when he asked me. Was this really happening? Was he really asking me to go home with him? All my questions were answered when he leaned over a kissed me. Not only was this a lustful kiss, but it seemed to hold years of pent up energy and frustration. It was almost like he had wanted this for as long as I had.

He took my hand and led me out of the bar to his place which lucky for both for us was only a few blocks away. When we got there, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The passion seemed to be flowing through his finger tips as he explored the curves of my body. I reached down and brushed my hand across his shorts and felt his sex growing harder, which escort fethiye caused him to moan lightly in approval. His lips moved from my lips down to my neck. This almost sent me over board. He found the end of my shirt and lifted it over my head and I returned the favor with his and his hands seemed to move at lighting speed as he reached around me and unhooked my bra. His lips moved down to my nipples and I tried very hard to control myself and not scream in ecstasy right then and there.

When his mouth left my tits, I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, realizing his swelling his dick from its shrinking prison. I rolled my tongue up the shaft and teased the tip. Ryan was almost vibrating from my touch. I wrapped my lips around his fullness and tried my best to swallow as much of him as I could.

“Fuck Devi,” he couldn’t speak. “Now I know you’re not a little girl anymore. You suck cock like a pro” I want to show him all that I could do but he pulled me up from my knees. “You keep that up and it will be a short night”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Anything you don’t do?”

“No sir” the sir seemed to really turn him on. He grabbed me and tossed me down on the bed and buried his head between my legs. His tongue lashed at my clit. I felt a strong burst of energy, my body was shaking. I started to moan which encouraged him to slip his finger into my slippery cunt. I moaned louder. He reached around with his fethiye escort bayan free hand started fingering my ass.

“Oh my god” I almost couldn’t handle it “no one has ever touched me like this.” It was only then that he took his mouth away from my slit.

“That’s because I know what I’m doing. You’ve been with too many young guys.” He returned to my pussy. I was starting to cum and to the screaming point. He lapped up my juices like they were wine. I was still trying to recover when he turned me over.

“Did my little slut like that” he asked. He surprised me with the dirty talk and it just seemed to turn me on more.

“Yes sir.”

“I love that you call me sir.” He plowed into me. A pure pain shot through me and I loved it. He pumped away and held me down. My body was on fire and I was vibrating.

“I’m going to cum again” I moaned

“I’m close. I’m going to cum in your mouth slut and you’re going to lick me clean.” That sent me over the top and I started to scream. He was losing it too, my pussy tightening on his dick was too much for him. He pulled out of me and grabbed my hair, pull me off the bed and around to force his cock down my throat. With a moan and a push, he shot his load deep in my mouth. I sucked until he had gone soft, swallowing every drop.

We laid there, controlling our breathing. We seemed to be lost in each other.

“I wish there wasn’t such an age difference, this could have happened a lot earlier.” I told him.

“I know,” we fucked a few more times that night and left to go home, trying to act like nothing was going on. I don’t think I will ever be in Anna’s shadow again. Well, with Ryan anyway.

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“Come on.” I say, pulling us down the hall we come to, the rooms dark, the outline of a couch and book shelf – office maybe? Shoving inside I push you to the wall.

Grinding up against your ass; fingers over your hips, up your stomach. I cup both wonderful breasts. You moan excitedly, arching back into me.

“Ummm, somebody’s horny,” you purr, rocking your ass. You straight arm the corner of the wall and door, curving your shoulders back — thrusting your chest out. A flash of heat between your legs.

“You’ve no idea babe,” I growl in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine centering in your pussy.

Reaching inside your sundress, I cup your tits. Tracing the line of your bra, and work my fingers under the flimsy fabric. Finding your nipples, twin points. My need is demanding.

Moaning harder you swoon as I swirl my fingers over them.

“Oh fuck yes,” you gasp, “yes, that’s it honey. Fuck me, do it quick, I need you too.”

Yanking your dress over your hips, I push your panties down. Lifting one foot free, you leave them crumpled trabzon escort around the other ankle, breathing faster.

Up tight to your body, I shove a hand between your legs. You moan loudly as my fingers parts your folds, slipping between the lips. You’re so wet they slide in easily. Leaning into me, you present your crotch for my pleasure. Fingering you faster, I feel your heat, smelling your scent in the small space. It incites me.

“Hurry, hurry,” you pant, your passion burning, consuming, the need demanding.

Ripping my pants down, I pressed up tight, my throbbing cock in your crack, grinding up and down, we both moan, panting.

Widening your stance, lifting up on your tiptoes, you roll your ass back, yearning, needing.

Growling, I shove harder, my hard shaft gliding along the hot fleshy channel of your cunt. Shaking, you moan, rocking your hips as It pushes under.

Dipping my legs I thrust up. Slipping into you, I shove deep with one wild hard thrust. Your hot velvet heat enveloping me, captivating trabzon escort bayan me. We cry savagely in unison, feeling me wedged deep. So hard, so full.

Grabbing your breasts again I hold you close, fucking in from behind. Grunting with each stroke, I’m slamming in, no waiting – driving you into the wall, almost lifting you with the force of my excitement, grunting deeply.

“Fuck yes babe. Fuck you feel so good, gawd you’re fucking amazing.” I chant.

I’m given over to my need to cum. Hot and hard, my cock buries itself up your cunt, each stroke electrifying your nerves. Gasping with me, you’re panting heavy.

Dropping a hand, you reach down and finger your clit. Stroking it, massaging it, your eyes closed, as my cock drives deep.

Gripping your tummy, my fingers dig into your flesh, yanking you back. I slam in as fast as I can, over and over, beyond excited, feeling crazy.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt, so close. My hot breath caressing your skin. Tilting your head, I bite the side of your neck, panting and grunting. escort trabzon I ram in. Committed, unstoppable, I fuck you all out, feeling almost lightheaded I’m delirious in my urgency.

Jacking my hips, pumping in and out, my balls slap against you, you’re chirping a string of hot little cries with each thrust. Working over your cunt madly, you let out a louder gasp, moaning in time with my strokes, your cunt on the brink.

Thrusting in hard, driving you right into the wall I lock up. My body tensed, my hips slamming up one more time as I cry out, cumming. Shaking I release my liquid fire deep in your flesh. You feel my throbbing spasming orgasm, triggering your own climax.

Biting back a scream, your pussy muscles squeeze, clenching around my cock as you cum. We shake and almost fall over. I quickly grab the wall and you burst into giggles, and then gasp feeling my cock slip free.

“Wow,” is all you can manage, our hearts pounding. We laugh, feeling high on the ecstasy. Fixing your panties, you smile at me.

“Fuck I had to have you – right now!” I growl happily.

“Do you think they know why we left?” you ask, your face flushed with that just cummed glow. “Maybe we should go back one at a time,” you suggest.

“Ya-sure babe,” I say, straightening my pants. The need satisfied, for now.

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My next-door neighbor Amy had a thing for me, I sensed it. I could tell by her eyes when we she looked at me, by her body posture and especially by the tone of her voice when we talked and others weren’t around.

You know what, I liked her, too. I connected with Amy, she shared my same sick sense of humor. Seems we were always laughing about something when we were together. We had great sexual chemistry and I knew she felt it, too.

Trouble was, she and my wife are friends.

So, the powerful unsaid thing between Amy and I was this: lets’ you and I enjoy the sexual attraction for what it is and understand that it doesn’t go anywhere.

She was small, about 5.1, with jet-black hair and well built in an athletic way, she was a swimmer in college and continued exercising in her adult life. It showed, even in her early 40s her legs had that wonderful smooth-muscled swimmer’s tone and, god, I loved to look at them when she mowed the lawn in summer in her shorts…When she saw me, she would always give a big smile and wave “hi!” and sometimes she’d stick her tongue out.

I wondered if she could tell that I was imagining the two of us naked somewhere and making love, her beautiful legs wrapped around me, her toes curling in pleasure. Yeah…that thought always made my yard work pleasant.

One warm summer evening, Amy called me at my house and told me that a pipe in her basement had sprung a leak and she wondered if I could help her fix it. It was a weekend and I was by myself as my wife had gone to the beach with the kids to visit one of her college friends.

I told Amy that I’d get my tools and come on over. When I arrived, Amy answered the door in short jean cutoffs and a black tank top that didn’t do much to hide the fact that she was braless…and what a magnificent chest she had! I could see her nipples poking through the black cotton.

My momentary fantasy of her breasts unencumbered by the little tank top was starting to give me a woody so I tried to put it out of my mind as I went downstairs with her to the basement.

I could see the problem right away; a split in an overhead water pipe was leaking badly. The only way to stop it was to replace the cracked piece with another length of pipe and couple them together with a sleeve. Well, it just so happened I had a length of PVC pipe in my toolbox that I could cut to fit and a plastic coupling sleeve.

I could tell by her face that I had saved the day! She asked what she could do and I told her to please shut off the water to fethiye escort the house. Amy padded off to do that and was nice enough to bring me a beer when she returned .

Like all plumbing problems, the job turned out to be tougher than it looked. The split was in a tight area between the furnace and the corner wall.

“You are not claustrophobic, are you?” she laughed as I squeezed in there.

“Well, yeah I am a little”, I replied, winking at her, “but it’ll only show it if you start to brick me in here.”

Soon, I had replaced the broken pipe with the piece I had cut. However, I discovered I couldn’t hold the two pipe ends and tighten the coupling sleeve by myself.

I turned to Amy and said, “Can you hold the pipe while I handle the coupling part?”

I saw her brown eyes flash as she registered this. Then they crinkled and the corners of her mouth turned up in amusement. Slowly, she raised a single eyebrow at me.

I lost it and started sputtering, “I mean, I meant…the OVERHEAD pipe.”

“Ooohhhh”, replied Amy trailing off in mock surprise, “that’s what you meant…”

A big smile was still on Amy’s face and I couldn’t help but see the look of delight that flashed across her eyes. She got a stool to stand on and moved into the tight corner with me. Standing up, Amy grasped the pipe; putting her breasts almost in my face. The position was as ridiculous and embarrassing as two people who were not, uh, intimate could experience.

She raised that eyebrow again and looked at me questioningly, ” So…is this a little game of plumber’s Twister?”

We burst out laughing again at the obvious awkwardness of our position!

I tried to be nonchalant but the truth was that I was highly aroused by the feel of her skin, her soft hair brushing against me and the fact that I had a crush on her. I sensed Amy was aroused, too, and was trying just as hard to hide it.

With Amy’s little body next to mine, I began tightening the coupling sleeve. It was a real physical effort to turn it and the muscles of my body pressed hard against her for leverage. Oh God, this was so sexually exciting! I could feel her nipples against me as I twisted my upper body and her hips digging in to try and keep me from losing my leverage.

This continued for minutes and we were absorbed in the joint effort of the overhead work. Our minds were elsewhere, though, no doubt about it.

As the sleeve connected to the last thread of the pipe, I became aware that I now had a rock-hard erection from the presence escort fethiye of her body against mine in our effort. Shit! I was only wearing cotton shorts and my crotch was against Amy’s bare legs.

I prayed she hadn’t noticed my hard-on yet and began turning to one side to move it away from her. Well, it didn’t work. I caught her eyes and she was looking directly and softly into mine.

Time stopped as we stared at each other. Nothing was hidden anymore and Amy’s look said it all; “I do like you, … and this has turned me on like you can’t imagine.” she dropped her arms slowly from the pipe and put them around my neck, pulling her mouth to mine.

We kissed…a wonderful deep, soul-wrenching kiss that was clearly long overdue between us. I pulled her off the stool and out of our tight working space and we continued our passionate groping and kissing in the basement room.

Amy unbuttoned my shirt and was kissing me all over my neck and chest while I had my hands wandering all over her back and down her shorts to feel her smooth behind. I moved around towards her front. Suddenly, she paused and grabbed both sides of my face with her hands.

Amy looked at me in a loving but intense gaze and whispered to me; “You know what? We’re going to continue this in my bed and I know it will be wonderful, but this is the only time you and I will make love and we can’t ever speak of this to anyone, not ever… do you understand?”

I returned her gaze and nodded in quick agreement.

Amy took my hand and led me off to her bedroom. When we reached her bedroom, Amy shut the door and stood in front of me. Never taking her eyes off of me, she pulled off her jean shorts, panties and tank top one by one, in sort of a strip tease motion; allowing me to savor my first sight of her beautiful, naked body.

I kicked off my shoes and shorts and moved towards her. She had almost no pubic hair, completely shaven in a bikini cut except for a thin black line that ran down her crotch to the top of her moist crevasse. Her clit was huge, sticking out through the lips of her fat labia and begging for me to put my mouth around it…and, God, did I.

I pushed her back on the bed and clamped my lips over her clit, running my tongue all around it. Amy adored this, grabbing my head and moving me around on her loins. I kissed and sucked on her sweet vaginal lips and she writhed around on the bed in her excitement.

She turned around into a 69 position and reached for my cock. Amy took me in her mouth almost all fethiye escort bayan the way to my balls and slowly drew back and forth as she sucked…pleasure that drove me right out of my mind! I felt her breast and nipples brush against my stomach as her head bobbed up and down on my swollen organ. She began to run her tongue over the head of my cock…slowly and our foreplay suddenly became an athletic contest …a game of who will come first. Clearly, she was going to win this contest very quickly if I didn’t change the playing field.

I pulled my member from her lips and turned around. We met each other face to face on the bed, ready to mate hungrily. Amy pushed my lower body down until my penis was pressed against her soaking wet pubic mound. She spread her legs until her knees were practically touching the bed. The head of my penis found her moist opening sticking out from between her labia, inviting me in.

I plunged my shaft into Amy’s mound! It felt like 400 degrees inside her vagina, wet and slippery and soaking in her juices. I thought I would come in a heartbeat!

After a few moments of furious pumping, Amy pulled me close and whispered in my ear; “slow down babe, let’s enjoy this.”

She took over the motion and rolled her hips around mine taking my shaft in and letting it out slowly in a wonderful sucking motion which brought me right to the edge with every stroke. I felt every muscle of Amy’s body rubbing against me as we fucked, like when we were pressed together under the water pipe only now, we were naked and enjoying each other in incredible abandon.

She started to moan a low, purring “ooohhhhh” sound and picked up the pace. I couldn’t hold back any longer and she could sense it. We embraced with all our might; our genitals locked in ecstasy. I put both my hands around her butt cheeks and then I started to come. Amy’s backed arched as I wrestled with her in orgasm, shooting volumes of wet cum deep into her vagina as we fought to finish our climax together. The intensity of my pleasure felt like the world’s end.

For at least a minute, I emptied my juice between Amy’s legs, her swimmer’s legs clutching me in a near death grip as I came and came. Exhausted, we lay there awhile in each other’s arms and caught our breath, still soaking from our athletic lovemaking. I ran my hands over her smooth body and looked into her eyes knowing that our intimate moment was over and would never be repeated.

We got up and dressed and I started to say something, but Amy put her finger to my lips and kissed me passionately on the mouth for a long minute. Then she handed me my toolbox and said, with a completely straight face, “thanks, babe … you’ve done absolute wonders for my plumbing.” We both burst out laughing.

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It was Saturday night and I was home alone working on my dissertation. I had a roommate named Robbie—some obnoxious undergraduate that I had ill-fatedly agreed to sublet my spare bedroom to—but he wasn’t home. Probably out partying like the rest of the campus.

I, on the other hand, had a deadline to contend with. I had a few glasses of bourbon as I worked, but I was all business. At around 12:30 am, I was just about to turn in for the night when I heard Robbie’s keys jingling at the door.

The door swung open violently and Robbie stumbled in drunkenly, nearly tripping over the hallway carpet. He had company; a cute Asian girl followed him in, giggling at his clumsiness. God, did she look good…

I know it probably makes me sound like a dinosaur—but when I was an undergrad, girls did not dress like they do now. Robbie’s date had on a pair of tiny black leather shorts that barely covered half of her ass. Her shirt—if you want to call it that—was a cut-off tank-top that showed off her toned stomach and came down just past her perky breasts. In fact, I could see enough of the underside of her big tits to know that she was definitively not wearing a bra.

“Oh hey bro,” Robbie slurred as he finally noticed me. “Right in there,” he said to his date, directing her into his bedroom. He gave her a playful pat on her perfect ass. “I’ll be right there,” he said winking.

“Mmm, don’t be too long or I’ll start without you,” she said smiling.

Robbie chuckled as she closed the door to his bedroom behind her. “Yo, dude, this girl is so DTF,” he said as he stumbled past me on the couch and headed towards the bathroom.

“Nice,” I said politely. I was hip enough to at least grasp Robbie’s ‘down to fuck’ reference.

Robbie rumbled into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. I heard him start to take a piss. I gathered up my work and put it on the kitchen table. I was just getting a glass a water from the kitchen when, all of a sudden I heard a loud crash.

“Robbie?” I called out, but there was no response. “Rob?”

I walked carefully down the hallway to the bathroom. There, I found Robbie passed out on his back. He had clearly fallen over mid-piss, because his dick was still hanging out of his fly and there was a noticeable wet spot on the front of his jeans.

“Um, Robbie,” I said. “Robbie, you ok?” I said a little louder. Still, he remained dead to the world.

I knew he was drunk when he came in, but he didn’t seem this wasted, so I started to worry that maybe he had hit his head when he fell. I moved closer to him and slapped his cheek. “Robbie, wake up!”

Robbie’s eyes fluttered open with a look of confusion. “Bro, I’m sleeping, leave me alone dork,” he muttered, as he swatted away my hands. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

I looked at the bathroom floor and noticed that Robbie had pissed there as well. “Just great,” I said to myself. I bundled a bunch of toilet paper into a ball and dropped it on top of the small puddle to absorb the mess. I left him there to clean it up in the morning, and headed towards his room to tell his date that Robbie was going to need a rain check.

I held my ear up to his door and knocked softly… There was no response. I knocked louder, but still there was no response, so I turned the knob and slowly opened the door.

The bedroom was dark, but the light from the hallway illuminated Robbie’s bed like a spot light. And there she was, completely ass naked with her legs spread as she played with her pussy completely unabashed.

“What took you so long,” she said lustfully. “I told you I would start without you.”

The back-lighting from the hallway must have prevented her from seeing my face—or else she was just as drunk as Robbie. She certainly didn’t try to cover up, leaving me to admire her sexy body as she continued to spread her pussy and toy with her clit.

Her tits were even bigger than they appeared under her shirt—probably 34dd’s with dark brown nips that were stiff with excitement. My gaze filtered down across her toned stomach marmaris escort and down to the neatly trimmed triangular-shaped furl of black pubic hair adorning her glistening nineteen year old pussy.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” she said, breaking my trance.

“Hey, no, sorry, um, there’s been an accident…” I started to explain the situation with Robbie, but she immediately cut me off.

“You were all talk at the bar,” she said giggling as she continued to play with herself. “Now close the door and come eat my pussy like you promised.”

I swear I didn’t think—my body just reacted. The next thing I knew I had closed the door behind me and I was standing there in the dark, frozen in place as I watched her finger herself from across the room.

“Come on,” she pleaded impatiently. “Take your clothes off and come here. I’m so fucking horny!”

I quickly obeyed, unbuckling my pants and pushing them to the ground. I lifted my t-shirt over my head as well, but I left my boxers on as I walked cautiously towards the bed. It was dark, but I still expected her to realize I was not who she came home with as I got closer. But even as I approached the side of the bed, and she looked right up at me, she still didn’t seem to notice that I was not Robbie.

“Mmm take it all off baby,” She said tugging at my boxers. “Let me see that cock you were bragging about at the bar!”

I silently wondered what Robbie could have been bragging about, since, from what I had seen, it wasn’t all that impressive. She watched intently as I pushed my boxers to the floor. My cock dangled at half-mast in front of her, already plump with excitement.

“Mmmm, yes,” she said as bit her lip sexily looking down at it. I held my breath as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it. “Come closer—I want to taste your cock right now!”

With her hand still clutching my cock, I shuffled over to the head of the bed without hesitation. My body shuddered as she leaned in and immediately wrapped her lips around my flaccid member, sucking it right into her warm mouth.

“MMmmm, Mmm,” she moaned as she tasted my cock. It instantly grew with excitement and expanded in her mouth as she sucked. She started to bob gently back and forth until my cock grew rock hard and was throbbing with desire.

She looked up at me half-smiling as if to acknowledge the stiffness of my cock in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on several more times, and then pulled off unexpectedly. She took my cock back in her hand, curling her fingers confidently around my thick shaft. She bit her lower lip as she examined it momentarily, and then licked the underside of my shaft right up to the tip.

She started to stroke my cock with her hand just as she closed her lips around its throbbing head and sucked powerfully. Her tongue was fluttering against the sensitive tip as she sucked and I was immediately overwhelmed. I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. Luckily, she relented and pulled my cock from her mouth.

“Does it feel good?” She asked as she slapped my cock playfully down against her cheek. I nodded hurriedly, and she giggled. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, but…” She smiled up at me as she released my cock abruptly and let it hover at attention over her face. “First, you must fulfill your promise,” she said as she spread her legs wider in the bed. She reached down and spread her pussy with her fingers, so I could see her pink inner folds and engorged clit. “Now, come eat my pussy like a good boy.”

I didn’t hesitate for a second. I quickly made my way down to the foot of Robbie’s bed and climbed onto the mattress on my knees. I crawled up between her legs until I was mere inches from her pretty little pussy. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her sex and, even in the dark, I could see she just how glistening wet she was.

I spread her legs even wider and kissed the inside of her left thigh. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned softly as I kissed my way up towards her sex. As I got close, I teasingly skipped over her pussy and kissed my way up the inside of marmaris escort bayan her right thigh instead. “Mmmmmm, that’s it baby,” she moaned softly again, seemingly receptive to my subtle foreplay.

After I planted one last, soft kiss just to the right of her pussy, I extended my stiff tongue and delved right between her warm glistening lips. “Mmmm, oooooh,” she purred as I licked slowly and deliberately up her slit, probing my tongue ever deeper as I neared her clit.

She moaned out loudly as I encircled her clit with my tongue, and then flicked it back and forth. “Ohhhhh, oooohhhh, oh please!” She ran her fingers through my hair as I continued to flutter my tongue against it. “Ohhh, OHHHHH! OHHH BABY! OH FUCK JUST LIKE THAT!” She moaned even louder as pulled my face against her neatly trimmed muff.

My tongue instantly delved deep inside her pussy as I closed my mouth over her engorged clit. “Ohhh god yes,” she screamed out, as I started to lick and suck on her sweet pussy at the same time. She arched her back slightly and started to grind her pussy against my mouth. “Ohhhhh! OHhh, mmmuhuh, mmmmmmm, MmmmMMM, ooooohh! Oh yes! OH god yes! Ohhh, Ohhhh, your—oh Robbie your mouth!” She screamed loudly. “OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”

I paused momentarily, fearful her loud moans might rouse Robbie in the bathroom down the hall. “Oh please don’t stop baby,” she said, immediately pulling my face back against her sex. I realized at this point I couldn’t care less if Robbie woke up, so I just went back to licking and sucking on her sweet pussy.

“OHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, RIGHT THERE! OH FUCK YES!” She moaned. “OHHH, MMM, OHHHH GOD YES!” As she continued to gasp and moan in pleasure, I could tell she was close. Her pussy was gushing wet and my face was already covered in her juices. “OHHHhhhh! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHH GOD BABY!” She screamed out as she pulled my face harder against her muff.

As she continued to hyperventilate in pleasure, I slid two fingers into her tight opening. “OHHHH, OHHHH FUCK, OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She moaned as she felt me inside of her. “OHHH BABY FUCK ME WITH THOSE FINGERS!” Her pussy was so sopping wet that you could hear the juiciness as I started to finger her rhythmically. She squirmed in place as I continued to flick her stiff little clit with my tongue.

“UHUH, OH GOD! MmmmmUhuh! UH, UH! OH FUCK DON’T STOP! I’m—I’m cumming! Oh god don’t—oooOOHHHH! OH FUCK, YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!” I felt her body convulse on the bed and more her juices careen down my chin as she came.

“OHHH, OHH, OHHH, OHHHHH, OHHH YESSS, OHHHH, OHHHH!” She continued to moan without inhibition. “YES! OHHH GOD YESS!”

All of a sudden, when she was seemingly mid orgasm, she pushed my face away from her pussy and rolled over on to her hands and knees on the bed. “OHHH GIVE ME YOUR DICK!” She panted. “I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK RIGHT NOW BABY!”

I hardly needed more of an invitation. I crawled over between her legs and pressed the head of my bulging cock against her warm pussy. She gasped as she felt me press slowly inside her tight, wet opening. “MMMmmmm yess,” she moaned as I positioned my hands on her hips. I pulled her ass back against my erection, pushing the rest of my cock all the way inside of her. “Ooooh Robbie!” She moaned deeply as the warmth of her pussy immediately enveloped my entire cock. “Mmmmmmm, your cock is soo big!”

I immediately started to stroke my cock inside her, bucking my hips as I held her ass steady. The first few movements were slow and deliberate, but my animalistic instincts quickly took hold as she continued to moan in pleasure. “Ohhh Robbie! Ohhhhh! OHhh, MMmmm, OHH-Uhuh, oh yes! Ohhhh Yes! Uhuh! Oh give me that cock! Mmmmm Yes! OHhh THERE! RIGHT THERE! Ohhhh yes! OHHhh god yes!”

I started to fuck her hard and fast—driving my cock deep into her tight pussy as I repeatedly slapped my midsection against her perfect ass. She loved every second of it, begging me for more as she rocked her body back against mine. “Ohhh, Mmm, oh yes, oh god yes, ohhhh fuck me harder!” She screamed out loudly as I thrust escort marmaris faster inside her. She was clutching the bed sheets as I continued to fuck her from behind. “OHHHH, OHHHH, Oh god yes! Ohhh, Ohhhh, OHHH YES! OHH! Oh yes Robbie! Harder! Fuck me Harder!” She wailed.

“OHHHHHHHH! Ohhh harder! OHHHH GOD! OHHH MOTHERFUCKER YES! OHH YOUR COCK!” She continued to moan. “UHUH, OH GOD YES!” I felt her pussy squeezing my cock as she started to cum once again. “MmmmmUhuh! UH, UH! OH FUCK DON’T STOP!” She moaned. “OHHH, OHHHH—oooOOHHHH! OH FUCK, YES, YES, OH FUCK YES! I’M CUMMING! OHHHH, OHHHH!” Her body shook with pleasure. The reverberations from her tight little twat on my cock were pushing me right towards my own orgasm. “OHHHH, OHHH FUCK! YESS! YESS! OHH! OHHH FUCK!” She moaned desperately.

I continued to fuck her mercilessly from behind as her moans turned to more labored whimpers of pleasure. “Ohh fuck that’s it!” I sighed as I felt my climax nearing. “Ohh fuck your pussy feels so good!” I slapped her ass and she squealed playfully. I started fucking her even harder, grabbing her by the hips and thrusting my cock deep inside her warm, wet, sex. “Uhh, ohhh god, mmmMm, baby I’m gonna cum so hard!” I huffed under my breath.

“Mmmm yes baby! I want you to cum in my mouth,” she moaned as she looked back at me. I almost came right then inside of her…

Instead, I yanked my cock from her soaking pussy and clutched it at its base to stave off my imminent climax. She instantly flipped around and pushed me down onto my back at the foot of the bed. As she crawled between my legs, she wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft. Then she immediately angled my cock into her mouth and started to suck as she jerked me.

“OHHH FUCK—AHH!” I moaned as my cock erupted within seconds. She didn’t skip a beat—sucking and jerking while I filled her mouth with cum; never breaking eye contact as she looked up at me with her big brown eyes. “Ohh fuck,” I continued to mutter. “Ohh jesus that’s it!”

I was panting with pleasure as the last of my jizz oozed into her warm mouth. She seemed to sense this too, because she slowly pulled off my twitching member. She looked up at me as she opened her mouth to show me her cum-covered tongue. It was such a big load that some slipped from her mouth and onto Robbie’s sheets.

She closed her mouth to trap the rest of my seed, and then swallowed exaggeratedly. She opened her mouth once more to show me that she had swallowed it all, as if I wouldn’t have believed her.

“Well that was fun,” she said smiling as she released my cock. She backed away from me and lay back down at the head of the bed. She spread her legs again and started to toy with her pussy gently. “So, what’s your name?”

I nearly choked as I sat up slowly. “I’m sorry?”

“Well, you’re not Robbie. That kid is in my psych class and kind of a douche. So what’s your name?”

“Uh, Paul—wait, how long have you known I wasn’t Robbie,” I said somewhat taken aback.

“Right around the time I started sucking your cock,” she said smiling. “But it was a nice cock so I just decided to roll with it.”

“But you called me Robbie the whole time?”

“I was down to play the game if you were,” she said giggling. She spread her pussy with her fingers as she bit her lower lip. “So, what do you say about round 2? I’m Abby by the way.”

Prologue:

Abby and I had a good laugh at Robbie’s expense. I even showed her Robbie passed out in the bathroom, and she took a picture of him with his dick out to show all her girlfriends (sorry “bro”…).

She spent the night with me in my room, and we did indeed go a second round—and then a third. She was honestly the most amazing girl I’d ever met.

The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob under the sheets. Robbie walked into my room in the middle of it, clearly befuddled at what had happened the night before and still in his piss soaked jeans. But as soon as he noticed someone under the covers, he immediately apologized, saying he didn’t know I had company. Neither Abby nor I ever told him it was her.

Abby and I never started anything serious, but we did hook up from time to time after that. Every once in a while I would get a late night text from her. It usually read: “Hey Robbie, wanna fuck?”

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Wishing to add to the Pamela series, I wanted a second series of stories that differ in a number of ways. These stories will all be shorter, in fact, exactly the same – 1,000 words. They are to be written in a very different style, and one that I am totally indebted to another of the Literotica family, Pointyplay for her inspiration. Coming across her creations I was immediately taken by her ability to generate erotic tension with few words, leaving much of the story to the reader’s imagination. ‘Less is more’ would be her mantra. I was, and still am, utterly captivated with the first of her stories that I read: The Window. Read it, and enjoy being aroused.

So, this is the first of my efforts in this genre and I would, very much, welcome constructive feedback.

***

The routine, tradition, whatever one might call it.

Trip to town on Saturday afternoon, meet the guys.

Couple of pints, laugh and joke, footy on TV.

What could be better?

Well, one thing …

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Skip the footy, leave the others.

Just a few streets away, down by the quay.

The ‘Pleasure Parlour’, why not?

Booked a slot … didn’t quite mean that!

Three o’clock until four, done.

— — — —

Five days to go, excited.

Couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Pick a girl when you get there, no ‘reservations’.

What would I like?

Blonde, brunette, redhead, who knows?

Skinny, slender, curvaceous, voluptuous?

Four days to go, seemed a long time.

Three days, sort of on the near horizon.

Starting to feel a little nervous.

Two days, nervous isn’t the word.

Just don’t turn up, why not?

Who’s to know it was me?

Gave a false name, no phone number.

Must happen all the time, no-shows.

But the excitement, the thought of it.

Tomorrow is the day, a firm marmaris escort conviction.

Going to do it, yes, no backing out.

— — — —

Standing at the bar return.

Weight moving from one foot to the other, nervous.

Newspaper unread on the counter.

Cool beer to hand, untouched.

Focus alternating from the barmaid’s denim-clad arse to the clock.

It must have stopped.

Ten minutes to three, time to go.

A narrow street, somewhat unloved.

Sensing my footsteps on the pavement.

Heart in mouth.

Five stone steps, ascending.

Hearing the sound of my appeal.

A click and it opens, entering.

Climbing the stairs, musty and unlit, signage indicating left.

Too late to pull out now.

— — — —

Middle-aged receptionist looks bored, lacking in natural light.

Counter showing pictures of wares for hire.

Like a colour brochure for paint.

A matrix of possibilities.

She shrugs, marking some with a cross.

Unavailable, occupied, busy.

Spins it around, perhaps twenty remaining.

Pondering, like a child in a sweet shop.

Waiting, playing with her dank hair.

A fingertip, she nods, expressionless.

Crisp banknotes counting out.

One hour, no more, no less.

Pointing to a door, trying to smile.

— — — —

Door after door, sconces guiding the way.

Number 17, at the far end.

Stepping slowly, egg-shells for nerves.

Carpet almost bare, countless shoes.

Patting inside pocket for wallet, reassurance.

Knocking quietly, holding breath.

Opening.

Waiting for me, no doubt a message.

Smiling, a slight bow, hands together.

She is beautiful.

Glancing around the room.

Side table and chair, water jug and glasses, a clock.

The bed, freshly made.

And her.

— — — —

Moving marmaris escort bayan to unfasten her ankle-length satin robe.

Holding up a hand.

Wait, slow down, not so fast.

Let me enjoy looking at you first.

Stopping, she walks over to the window.

Dark hair is long, way down her back, loose.

Turning.

“What would you like to call me?”

The brochure gave her a name, saying that.

Smiling a knowing smile.

Moving a little closer.

“How old would you like me to be?”

The brochure said twenty-five, trying that.

Nodding sagely, slipping the tie of the robe.

Not objecting.

Allowing it to fall open, black bra, panties and stockings.

Lusting at her slim body and encased legs, stilettos.

Shaking in wonderment.

“Are you pleased you chose me?”

My open eyes answering.

Coming closer still, maybe five-six with the heels.

Her hands on my lapels.

Her dark eyes.

“Will I be your first Asian girl?”

Nodding, laughing nervously.

Looking serious for a second.

“Take off your jacket and shirt.”

Obeying, discarding.

Reaching up to my nipples, squeezing gently.

Small hands, those slim fingers, so erotic.

Her face closing to mine.

Stopping before touching.

“Would you like to see my nipples?”

Reaching behind, unclipping, releasing and discarding.

Fuck!

And those nipples, dark and hard.

Smiling as she reads my thoughts.

“Think of me as your personal whore.”

— — — —

Disbelieving, head shaking.

Sliding down my body onto her knees.

Unbuckling, unfastening, unzipping, dropping to my ankles.

Lifting one foot, then the other.

Naked.

Edging closer, wrapping those fingers around the shaft, massaging.

Rock hard, twitching.

Looking up at me, showing the tip of her escort marmaris tongue between her lips.

Groaning encouragement, nerves on edge.

Anticipating.

Deep into her cleavage.

Wrapping her ample tits, pressing together.

Seeing my submission.

Head lowering, eyes on the hole.

Tongue probing, lapping the smooth flesh.

One, then the other, repeating, her dark eyes on mine.

Moaning constantly.

Fists clenching, muscles taut.

Releases, lowering her head, her lips encasing.

Throwing my head back, sheer pleasure.

Instinctively placing my hands on her head.

Stroking her hair, holding her.

Inch after inch being coated with saliva.

Lips kissing my balls.

Pulling back, starting to suck, ecstasy not far away.

Holding her hair, pulling.

Wait, slow down, not so fast.

Surges of cum, one, two, three and four, absolutely beside myself.

Filling her mouth, her throat, dribbling from her lips.

Heaven.

Gasping for breath, legs shaking, eyes rolling.

Looking down, her tongue lapping the shaft.

Up and down, recapturing, savouring.

A deep exhale, the makings of a smile.

She looks up, her eyes shining, opening her mouth.

Tongue coated in cum, pushing it out, showing.

Closing again, a smile, swallowing.

Every drop.

Rising to her feet, hands on her arms, gently holding.

Silence, desperate to kiss her but …

Placing an erotic fingertip on my lips, smiling.

“Come and see your personal whore again, won’t you?”

— — — —

Standing in the lounge at home, hands deep in pockets.

Gazing out of the window, not seeing.

Reminiscing, disbelieving.

There they are.

The colour brochure, the matrix.

Twenty possible choices, standing in a row, waving.

Closing my eyes.

Opening a little once more, peeking.

All gone, just the shrubs and trees to admire.

But burned onto my mind’s eye, it remains.

Not twenty, just one.

Middle window, black lingerie.

Her.

My personal whore.

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At nineteen I had experienced a sexual awakening with Sam that I’m sure has influenced my outlook on life.

At nineteen, I was the youngest, and of course, least experienced person in the office. My training went well, as all the people welcomed me because I was there to help reduce their work load and fill in when they were away from work.

The men and women were very friendly and the environment was quite casual. There was no dress code, so there was a mix of very dressy and dressy casual. At this time, while training and not leaving the office to meet with clients, I was able to dress, as I call it, golf course casual, not too dressy, but not overly casual.

The small group, only six women and four men, got along great. Helping each other if somebody needed it. We often ate lunch together either at the office or a small diner.

While training, I noticed that one of the guys went out of his way to assist me. He was in his thirties, just divorced, nice looking, with muscular arms and average build. He would stand over my shoulder explaining how to word a proposal on different materials we used for projects. There were no computers back then!

When I wore a lower cut top, but not really very low, he seemed to be more helpful for a longer period of time. I felt that he was trying to check out my tits, with no luck, as I still was wearing my old, heavily padded bras. I thought, “you could see more at the beach.” The other girls in the office noticed and would smile at me and wink as they walked by.

One girl stopped to tell me, “you know, Jeff’s only helping you that much so he can look down your top.”

I told her “that’s what I thought, but I wasn’t sure, he really can’t see anything with the bras I wear”.

She suggested it probably was just the idea of looking, even though he couldn’t see anything, that turned him on.

I said “he seems really nice”.

She said “he is, he’s probably going through a bad time because of his divorce, and that he didn’t take it well.”

The next night when we left work my car wouldn’t start, I had left the lights on. I tried to catch one of the girls as she left the lot, but couldn’t get there in time. I looked around to see if there was a car I recognized as a co-worker’s. I thought that one of them looked like Jeff’s and went back to wait in my car to see if he came out.

About fifteen minutes later I saw him leave the building, so I waited by his car till he got there.

He saw me and a broad smile came over his face. He asked me “are you waiting for me”?

I said “yes, but it’s not what you think. I left my lights on this morning and my car won’t start”.

He still was smiling but I saw the disappointment in his face.

He said “I don’t have my jumper cables fethiye escort with me, they’re in my garage.” Then he asked where I lived. I told him and he said “I live in the next town down from you and I will drop you off at home and put my cables in my car. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for work.”

I said “I can’t thank you enough!”

He immediately smiled and said “I’m glad to help my favorite trainee.”

As we rode home, we talked about many things.

He said “that since my divorce, the other girls don’t talk to me as much and I don’t know why.”

I said “they think you are having a hard time over it, and don’t know what to say to you.”

He replied “I’m adjusting nicely, that it was nice to have my own place again and not have to listen to all the grief my ex was giving me all the time.”

I said “I fully understand, I’m saving up to get my own place.”

He dropped me off at my parents, and told me that he’d pick me up about 6:30 tomorrow. As I got out and went inside, I couldn’t help wondering why he didn’t hit on me, after always looking down my top at the office. Frankly, after talking to him, I was a little disappointed, especially after my rides with Sam.

The next morning as I dressed, I opened my underwear drawer to get out my panties and bra. As I picked up my heavy duty bra, I smiled, set it aside, and chose a sexy one that gave me great cleavage, but still covered my nipples, as I decided Jeff deserved something for “saving a damsel in distress”! I wore a low cut top that I had worn before, so nobody would be the wiser, as I knew there would be talk when I arrived with Jeff.

I had brought a table top makeup mirror to work and put it on my desk. I wanted to see Jeff’s face when he looked down my top and saw the sexy bra covering my tits that I had worn for him.

Before our morning meeting started, I had to explain why I arrived with Jeff to quell all the gossip. Our assignments were handed out and when I read it, I knew one of them was Jeff’s material and that he would be there to help me with the specs.

It was just before lunch when I got to Jeff’s material. I called him to come and go over it with me.

He replied “I’ll be there in a minute, when I finish what I’m typing.”

As it was lunch time he suggested we go outside to try and start my car. He tried to jump it, it would start, but not stay running when he removed the jumper cables.

He said “it needs to go to a shop as it was probably the alternator.”

I exclaimed “oh shit, now what am I going to do!”

He said, very reassuringly, “don’t worry, I have a friend nearby with a shop. I’ll call him to fix your car. I’ll drive you back and forth to work till it’s ready.”

Now, I was really glad I decided to wear my sexy escort fethiye bra, he really deserved it!

He said “let’s go get some lunch at the diner, then I’ll help you with those specs.” I was glad as I was starved.

A little small talk during lunch. When we finished, I got up, bending over far enough to give him a clear view down my blouse. I thought his eyes were going to fall out!

He came over to my desk to “help” me. I had the mirror positioned just right. I leaned forward a little, putting my elbows on my desk. As we worked, I watched him in the mirror. He was obviously very nervous, as he ogled my tits! With a big smile, I thanked him for his help.

On the ride home, I thanked him again for all his help. I decided to be bold. I said “I wore this bra as a sign of my appreciation!”

He tried to speak but could only stammer “you knew I was looking down your blouse?”

I explained “that’s why I wore this bra today, instead of the old lady ones you were used to seeing. I bent over after lunch on purpose, to give you a good look! I watched you in the mirror today as you helped me. I loved the look in your eyes!”

He said “I don’t know what to say except I’m sorry.”

I said “don’t be sorry, it made me feel good that you wanted to look, even though I was wearing “body armor!” I told him “you’ve helped me so much, you can look all you want. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

He said “I enjoyed it before, even though you wore a life jacket bra, because I really think you’re nice. I really, really enjoyed looking today because you have gorgeous breasts.”

I got my car back the next day. I asked him if he would mind me coming over and cooking dinner for him, for all his troubles.

He immediately said “that would be fantastic! I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time.”

I asked him what he liked to eat.

He said “surprise me, I like almost anything better than take out!”

I picked up a couple steaks, potatoes for baking and greens and dressing for a salad. For dessert I chose a can of whipped cream.

I arrived about six and was greeted by a smile and bottle of wine.

Jeff poured us a glass as I started cooking.

I made a good choice as Jeff stated he loved rib eye steaks. We finished dinner and sat down for a glass of wine, making small talk.

I asked “are you ready for dessert?”

Jeff said “sure. What did you bring?”

I said “it’s a surprise, I ‘m sure you’ll like it.”

I went to the kitchen and got the whipped cream. I then took my dress off, revealing my garters, stockings and 3/4 cup bra that showed my nipples very nicely. I hadn’t worn any panties.

I returned to the living room with dabs of whipped cream on my nipples and my pussy. I said as he turned around fethiye escort bayan to see me, “are you ready for dessert?”

His jaw dropped. He moved toward me while exclaiming, “oh, my favorite dessert. I bet it’s very tasty!”

He started by licking the whipped cream off each breast, in a slow, circular motion. He then took each nipple in his mouth, running his tongue across them ever so expertly.

He fell to his knees to devour the whipped cream on my pussy while he massaged my ass cheeks. Next thing I knew, he had found my vagina with his finger as he licked my clitoris.

I asked him, “wouldn’t you like to use the bedroom?”

He rose and I could see his cock had sprung to attention. He took my hand and led me to his bed. I sat on the edge as he took his shirt off. I reached out, undid his pants, and let them drop to the floor. I released his cock from it’s prison, letting his jockeys fall to his feet.

I started slowly sucking on his cock, running my tongue around the head, listening to his moans of pleasure as I made him rock hard.

I laid back on the bed, pulling him down on top of me. He sucked my tits as he moved his hard cock up and down my pussy. I could feel my juices flowing, then rolled him over and straddled his legs. I moved down to suck his cock again. When I thought I was ready I moved so my pussy was over his cock.

I began to lower myself, taking his cock in a little at a time as this was only the second time I had fucked a man. He began to thrust upward and I said, “don’t, let me go at my own pace. You are only my second fuck.”

He settled down and I worked my pussy down slowly over his cock till I had completely taken it into me.

I said, “now.” I began fucking him like crazy! He thrust his cock into me. Pounding my pussy harder and harder while fondling my tits and squeezing my nipples. As we screamed in delight we each came at the same time. I could feel him shooting his hot cum deep inside me as I shuddered and he thrust his cock into me as far as he could.

I collapsed on him, laying my naked nipples against his chest as I felt his cock slide out of my pussy, and his cum oozing out. We laid like that for awhile, resting, as his hands caressed my ass.

I rose up and removed my sexy bra, still sitting on his now soft cock. He took both completely exposed tits into his hands and massaged them ever so gently. As he did, I could feel his cock begin to come to life again. I slid down, taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him and stroked his cock with my hand, pumping it and running my tongue over the head of his cock. He thrust up to meet my mouth and I sucked and pumped his cock feverishly until he came again, filling my mouth with his cum.

I swallowed all of it as he pulled me up to sit on his face. He was licking my pussy as his cum dripped on his mouth. He pushed his tongue into my pussy and sucked and licked my clit. It felt so good I began fucking his mouth till I came, mixing our juices together.

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