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No condom leads to first time anal sex

A male and female medic experiment in Iraq

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By August 2005, almost all U.S. soldiers had been pulled out of Camp Lima, the last remaining U.S. military base in Karbala Iraq. All that was left now was a small contingent of approximately one hundred soldiers who were providing security for the camp as teams of civilian contractors dissembled equipment and shipped it north to Baghdad. As the camp slowly emptied out it took on a gloomy foreboding feeling.

Of my original medical detachment of twenty soldiers, now only three of us remained; myself, another enlisted soldier and an officer. Since the rest of our detachment had left a week earlier, we hadn’t been any major medical issues for us to attend to other than a few cases of dehydration and a swollen ankle.

Most days, myself and, another medic, Private First-class Mandy Aaronson, sat around and read magazines to bide the time in the medical trailer while our commander, Lieutenant Sharon Kent, spent most of her time reading in her own trailer or hanging out in the base tactical operations center. That left Mandy and I alone for most of the time which was fine with me.

Mandy was an attractive twenty-four-year-old brunette from Bloomington, Indiana. I was a year younger than her and we shared many similarities. Like, me, she had joined the Army Reserves after 9/11 and like me, she had also been cross-leveled into our current medical detachment for deployment to Iraq, which meant neither us knew any of the other soldiers in the detachment prior to the deployment. In fact, prior to this past week I had not really spoken much with Mandy as she tended to keep to herself and mainly associate with the other female medics. However, over the course of the week sitting alone, hour after hour, together in the medical trailer and reading maxim and cosmopolitan magazine, she opened up to me and our conversations gradually started to turn sexual.

We now openly talked about our sex lives with our significant others and even what positions we each preferred. Had more people been around us, the conversation would definitely not have gone this far, but it did. Day after day, stuck in the oppressive heat and boredom of a remote base in Central Iraq, our minds wondered into forbidden territory. Furthering the intensity, both Mandy and I were forced to sleep in the medical trailer since our living trailers had already been shipped to Baghdad.

We now slept on green canvas army cots in the far corner of the medical trailer and there was minimal privacy. Every night, before going to sleep we would each turn our backs towards one another and change into our Army PT uniforms which we slept in. Mandy would also undo her bun and let her long brown hair down. As an added bonus, Mandy didn’t sleep with a bra on and I often saw the hard nipples of her perky C cup breasts poking through her PT shirt. A few times she caught me staring and smirked at me which caused me to blush and quickly turn away. Most kurtköy escort nights, after we’d turn the lights off in the trailer, both Mandy and I would lay in our respective cots and talk for a bit until we dozed off.

On this particular night, however, Mandy was more talkative than usual. She admitted having vivid dreams the past couple of nights about her boyfriend going down on her and talked about how much she missed having sex. As we lay there in the dark, my erection began to grow the more Mandy talked about sex. At the same time, the monotony of the day and the repressive heat caught up with me and I began to doze off and think about my college girlfriend and the last time we had sex. Although Mandy was still talking, I didn’t respond and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep when suddenly Mandy called out to me.

“Do you think you could?” she asked.

“Could what?” I mumbled back.

“Could have no strings attached sex,” she replied.

“I’m sure I could,” I replied.

After a few moments, Mandy replied.

“Well, I’m game if you are,” she said.

“For us to have sex?” I asked.

“Yes!” Mandy giggled.

I instantly felt more awake and very aroused.

“Ok,” I replied still unsure if she was just joking around.

I then heard Mandy sit up in her cot, slowly stand up and walk over to my cot. Due to a large window on the far side of the medical trailer, enough moonlight illuminated the trailer for me to see her.

“Move over,” she whispered as she gently climbed into the cot next to me. Standard Army green canvas cots barely had enough room for one person let alone two and, right away, we were nearly on top of each other. Immediately, I could smell the scent of Mandy’s sweat combined with that of her deodorant. Although neither of us had had much more than a wet-wipe bath for the past few days, I was still raring to go and evidently so was she.

For the next ten seconds we both quickly got undressed without saying a word. I then maneuvered myself on top of her and began kissing her lips which were warm and soft. I then kissed her neck and breasts; gradually making my down to her thighs. Soon my face was inches from her sex and I could smell the scent of her arousal.

As I contemplated my next course of action, I felt Mandy’s hands on the top of my head as she gently pulled my face into her hairy pussy. At the same time, I gently inserted a finger inside of her, and moved my face forward while parting her lips with my fingers. I then gently began to lick the inside of her folds, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. After a short while her juices began to flow but they had a bit of an acidic taste; which I tried to ignore. Mandy also began to moan and gently rock her hips back and forth. For the next few minutes, I teased and licked her wetness with my tongue and caressed her breasts with my free hands, until she was on the verge of an orgasm. When she finally orgasmed, her whole body spasmed and writhed under my mouth.

After malatya escort she was done, she stopped moving and lay there catching her breath. I wiped her juices off my mouth with my wrist and scooted up to lay next to her. Her hands quickly made their way to my erection and she began stroking my cock.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispered.

For a second, I was frozen. How could I have not thought of that earlier?

“No,” I replied with a sense of disappointment in my voice.

“Grrr, I really wanted to ride you!” Mandy groaned.

“I’m sorry,” I replied.

For the next few moments, we both lay there in awkward silence, until Mandy spoke.

“I’m not on the pill, otherwise it wouldn’t be an issue,” Mandy sighed.

I nodded in understanding and was about to suggest she give me a blowjob, when she spoke.

“Have you ever had anal?” she asked me.

“No, I haven’t,” I replied.

“My boyfriend has always wanted to try it but I’ve been too scared,” she giggled.

“I’ve always wanted to try it too!” I said.

“Your girlfriend won’t do it?” she asked.

“Nope,” I replied.

“Hmmm, well maybe we can be each other’s first?” Mandy said, still sounding a bit unsure.

“Yeah!” I replied a bit to enthusiastically.

“I don’t know,” Mandy said.

“We can always try it and if we don’t like it, we’ll stop,” I suggested.

Many didn’t respond right away.

“I guess we can try it,” she said.

“Ok,” I said.

“I’ve never had anything up my ass, so please be gentle,” she said.

“I promise,” I replied.

“But first, we need something,” Mandy said as she slowly sat up on the cot. She then stood up and went over the medical cabinet in the far corner of the trailer. She opened the door and I could hear her rummaging for something. When she returned to the cot, she had two small packets of sterile surgical lube in her hand. She gave one to me and opened one herself.

I carefully opened the packet of lube and lathered up the tip and shaft of my penis while Mandy stood up and rubbed some on the outside of her butthole. After a minute, we were both ready and Mandy assumed the doggystyle position and crouched in front of me. In the glare of the moonlight, her ass looked very inviting.

“Please be gentle,” she reminded me.

I then got on my knees, kneeled right behind Mandy and, with my finger, slowly guided the tip of my penis into her butthole. Right away I met resistance. Her hole was tight and I struggled to push the head of my penis inside of her. When I did finally get the head of my penis was inside of her, she let out an audible groan.

“Are you ok?” I asked as I gently massaged her lower back with my hands.

“I’m fine. Just go slow,” she replied.

As I pushed further into her, she began to take deep audible breaths.

“Fuck!,” she screamed.

I immediately stopped pushing and pulled out of her ass.

“Are you ok? I asked.

“Your cock feels huge!” she groaned.

I kayseri escort briefly chuckled upon hearing her say that.

“We don’t have to do this” I said.

“It’s fine, just go slowly. Let me get use to it,” she replied.

Starting over, I again struggled to push the head of my penis inside of her. When I did finally get the head inside of her ass again, I paused to let her adjust to the feeling.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“It’s ok, just go slow,” she reiterated.

I then slowly resumed thrusting into her and pushing my cock deeper into her ass.

“I don’t know how the other girls do this,” Mandy groaned.

“Huh?” I replied.

“Harris and Mendoza are always talking about how they love having anal sex with their husbands,” she said.

“Really?” I replied as I smirked and mentally tucked that information away for later use.

“My ass is throbbing!” Mandy said.

“Well, you’re doing great,” I said, trying to offer words of encouragement.

“Thanks!” she replied as we both broke out laughing.

After we both regained our composure, I resumed thrusting into her ass. At the same time, she reached her right hand back between her legs and began rubbing her clit.

As I began to pick up the pace, each thrust in and out of her ass elicited an intense series of primal moans and groans from her and it began to feel really good. Before long, I was almost balls deep inside of her ass and could feel her fingers touch my balls as she feverishly rubbed her clit.

I must have pushed a little too deep in her ass because Mandy suddenly let out a scream and her head flung back.

“Aaaaahhhhhh.”

“Are you ok?” I asked as I stopped moving and gently caressed her butt cheeks with my hands.

After a few seconds Mandy composed herself.

“I promise I won’t be upset if you cum soon. I think I’ve had enough,” Mandy replied.

“Ok,” I replied as I slowly resumed thrusting.

Her ass felt really nice and tight and I could have cum then and there, but I wanted to savor the moment.

By now, Mandy had stopped rubbing her clit and by the sounds she was making, I could tell she was just grinning and bearing it until I came. I was suddenly overcome with a strange urge. Instead of wanting to cum quickly, I felt the desire to prolong my pleasure despite her pain which had strangely become a turn-on.

“Cum already!” she groaned.

“I’m close,” I replied as I deliberately slowed the pace of my thrusts in order to delay my orgasm.

All of a sudden, I thought I heard something in the distance, possibly a mortar round landing outside the camp. Oh no, not now, I thought to myself. Fuckin Shiite Militias!

Realizing I had stopped thrusting, Mandy perked up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I thought I heard a mortar attack,” I said.

Mandy picked her head up and, with me still deep inside her ass, we both stayed still for a few seconds listening for the telltale signs of incoming mortar rounds. Finally, Mandy broke the silence.

“You’re killing me! Can I just finish you off with a hand job?” she groaned.

“I’m close. I promise,” I said as I gently resumed thrusting.

To be continued………

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I’d seen her around my apartment building several times and she stuck in my mind although I could never quite figure out why. She was an older woman – in her 50s I guessed – with long dark-hair, hints of gray here and there in her curls, and a little plump — sexy plump, actually. You could see she was very nice looking at one time.

Still, she hardly seemed my type. I’m single and in my early 30s — not bad looking but not what you’d call a babe magnet and I tend to keep to myself. Like I said, I’d seen her around often enough to know she lived in the building — on the floor above me. Sometimes we rode down in the elevator together, silently the first few times, but there was an occasion in the laundry room when I’d had a brief chat with her and once, on a winter’s day, in the lobby when I’d helped her with her groceries.

So we began exchanging hellos and few chit-chatty comments about the weather or the superintendent — who was a real bozo. But that was pretty much it for a couple months. I didn’t even know her name until the night she knocked on my door.

She seemed nervous and wanted to know if she could use my stove. She said hers was on the fritz and she needed to heat up some soup and tea. I said, sure, no problem and let her in. While she cooked — often lapsing into silence — I did manage to learn that her name was Linda and that she worked, as she put it, in retail in Brooklyn.

She didn’t offer much more by way of details about herself or her life, and I did most of the talking until she put her soup and tea in tupperware to eat in her apartment. On her way out, she suddenly stopped and stood in front of me and said softly, “I’d like to thank you.”

Her face was lined in places and clouded with concern, but her brown eyes were bright and she had full and very attractive lips.

“No need,” I said. “Anytime.”

And then, looking me straight in the eye, she said softly, “Would you like a blowjob?”

I could only gaze back in stunned silence. “Um…” I was sure she was joking, but her tone and expression seemed so serious.

“If you don’t want me to,” she said quickly, turning away, obviously embarrassed. “You probably have a girlfriend….”

“No…wait,” I said, gently grabbing her shoulder as she reached the door. “I just didn’t expect that kiind of offer….it’s not every day that….it’s just unusual. I didn’t think you meant what you said.”

A shy, nervous smile quickly crossed her face. “I will…If you want me to….”

The thought of this strange woman sucking my cock made me nervous, but excited, too. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I could feel a bolt of arousal shoot through me and my dick starting to get hard. Still…

“Sure,” I said after a few seconds. “Why not?”

She looked down quickly, and a moment of awkward silence followed. Then she reached for my belt and started to unfasten it. pendik escort My heart shuddered at the unreality of it all. She was actually opening my jeans, and sliding the zipper down. I could tell from her fumbling that she was more than nervous…she was turned on. Very turned on.

Within moments, I felt the cool air on my bare ass as she pulled my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. My penis was soft from anxiety — what was I doing? — but she dropped to her knees, tucked her hair behind her ears, and gently took me in hand. Gazing intently at my manhood, she softly stroked it and as I began to relax, it was soon fully hard.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, slowly licking the head and running her tongue down and then back up my shaft. It felt very good indeed when she took me fully in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling as she sucked, and the warm, wet softness was wonderful and intensely pleasurable. My erection was soon aching with sexual sensation, throbbing and coated with her saliva and my precum.

I stood there for several blissful minutes, hands on my hips, getting hornier by the second, watching her suck and lick. She worked intently, moaning and occasionally stroking as she cupped and kissed my balls, never looking up, yet caressing her cheek with my penis before putting it back in her mouth and making sounds that let me know she was enjoying every second of it.. This in turn left me on the verge of coming.

As I approached orgasm, my moans only excited her more. Her sucking and stroking intensified along with her insistent coos and purrs and soon I was awash in a wave of ecstatic release. She urged the come out of me with her hand, squeezing with each spasm of my penis, although there was no need. My orgasm was long and intense and I could tell I was rapidly filling her mouth with my hot, sticky white spunk. I hadn’t had sex of any kind for more than a week, so she got quite a bit of juice. She sounded like she was getting off, too, as she took my spurting cock deeply into her mouth and swallowed rapidly several times.

As my rush subsided, she squeezed the last pearly drops out onto her extended tongue. And then she was up and heading for the door.

“That was…amazing,” I said breathlessly to her back, my pants still down around my thighs.

Opening the door, she turned and said quickly, “I can do that again tomorrow, if you like….”

“Uh..sure..” I stammered. And the door closed behind her.

For the rest of the night, I was in a fog of amazement, horniness and trepidation. What had I done? What was I getting myself into? I masturbated at the memory of her and came intensely again only to sink into nervous disbelief at what had happened. Was this some kind of joke? A set-up? But I had nothing to hide. I was single and between bases. Who was she?

As I sat there on the sofa, my pants off, my spent cock in hand, streaks of cum tuzla escort on my belly, I reminded myself that she wouldn’t be back and that we’d only share uncomfortable moments if we saw each other in the hall or elevator. But she did return the next evening. She flashed that shy, nervous smile when I opened the door, and after I let her in, we shared a drink and some halting chat before she opened my belt and went down on me.

She gave another excellent blowjob — slow and wet at first, her obvious pleasure intensifying my arousal. Again, she never looked up as some women do to turn you on even more by making eye contact while they caress your dick with their mouth, She seemed to take cues from my moans, sucking harder or just licking the underside of my cockhead with broad tongue-strokes until she knew I was on the edge. And as I came in her mouth, she made the most erotic whimpers of contentment I have ever heard.

“That was so good,” I sighed as she again stood up quickly. “Thank you.”

“Did you like it?” she asked, as if she actually thought I hadn’t..

“Oh, man…of course!” I said. “You’re really good.”

“I liked it, too.”

“Can I ask why?”

“I guess….I just…like doing it,” she said, looking at the floor. “I like a man’s scent and his taste and how it feels when he comes.. the taste of the cum…it makes me feel, I don’t know, powerful, I guess, that I can make him feel so good that he loses control….”

“That you do,” I said. “But don’t you have a husband?”

She shook her head.

“But why me?”

“You just seemed…nice…I just thought…I could…do this. I hope I’m not intruding on your life.”

“Not at all,” I said. “It’s just that this is the first time I’ve had a woman I’m not involved with giving me oral sex.”

“It’s nice isn’t it?” she asked.

“Well, yeah…You don’t want anything?”

“I’m getting what I want,” she said, turning to leave. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow if you want..”

I did. At work, I found myself watching the clock and rushing home, my heart pounding. Oddly, she kept me at a distance — never inviting me up to her place, always making an excuse why she couldn’t stay longer than the time it took to bring me off. I guessed that she was enjoying the power she now held over me and that was enough.

We grew more comfortable with this bizarre relationship. One evening, I greeting her at the door wearing only a robe, which I let fall open so she could see my freshly-shaved, now hairless cock. She seemed electrified by the sudden sight and sucked it with intense passion, frequently kissing the nude pubic area.

“You have a nice dick,” she said as I sat on my sofa while she rested her head on my belly and stroked me to full erection. “It looks very sexy when it’s hard….”

And then she took it in her mouth and sucked me off.

“Isn’t there anything I can do for kartal escort you?” I asked as she got ready to leave.

“You already do…”

“No, I mean…I’m having all the fun. Getting off. What about you?”

She paused for several seconds and said, “I get off, too. Sometimes at home, later. Sometimes here…don’t worry. This is what I want.”

“I’d be happy to do for you,” I said. “If you want.”

She looked at me for a long moment and said, “I’ve always wanted to be rimmed …. that somone would lick me there … it’s just so….” And she shrugged.

“No one’s ever done that for you?” I asked.

She shook her head, her eyes on mine.

“Gladly,” I said, putting my hand on her waist. She took a deep, hitching breath as I slid her black sweatpants down. I was stunned to see that she was wearing a black garter belt and stockings, and no panties. Man, she looked so sexy. Her thighs were big and creamy, but so hot in their bulging ripeness, merging with her round hips and belly so that her partly shaved pussy just peeked out. She was every bit the “big woman” ideal that erotic painters tried to capture, the very reason why the sight of a woman nude from the waist down can be so electrifying, and I could feel myself getting hard again.

I caressed her warm, firm ass for a few minutes before dropping to my knees and kissing each of her thighs and then her pubic mound. “I want to taste your ass,” I whispered.

She slowly turned around, her trembling hand guiding my face toward her big, round and utterly luscious rear. I ran my tongue along each big smooth cheek and parted them. Her asshole was a dark, puckered slit that smelled arousingly musky and tasted deliciously bitter, slightly salty. The soft warmth of her naked butt surrounded my face as I licked with slow, broad strokes. In almost no time, I was hard, my cock and balls aching.

The scent of her ass valley was such a turn on, and I worked my tongue into her anus, which relaxed to admit me deeper as she moaned and shook. I could feel her pussy juice on my chin as I buried my tongue deep in her tight, puckered hole.

“Your ass tastes so good,” I said, between licks and sucks, and she came, hard, shaking and moaning and pulling my head into her rear. The warmth surrounding my face was incredible and I could feel her anus clamping on my tongue and spasming as her orgasm washed over her..

Once it subsided, she seemed flustered, a little embarrassed. She quickly got dressed and left, and I wondered if I’d ever see her again, especially when several days went by.

I didn’t see her around at all, and was soon tempted to go knock on her door, but we seemed to have set some kind of boundaries. And that was the last I ever saw of her. The next day, a moving van was outside the apartment building when I got home from work. I didn’t make the connection until she didn’t show up that night and days passed. Weeks later, I still have no idea who she was and or where she went, but I’ve never forgotten her. It’s so weird how the hottest sex I ever had was with a complete stranger. I can’t stop thinking of her.

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Elsa and I shared a homeroom in our senior year (coincidentally, Ms O’Morin was our homeroom teacher). She was short and a bit chubby, but I found that attractive — her height only served to emphasise her huge breasts, thick thighs, and ample bottom. The school uniform did the rest.

When Elsa wore the navy blue “winter” slacks, they clung tightly to her body; when she wore the blue plaid “summer” skirt, it showed off the way her thighs pressed together. It’s difficult to say which look I preferred.

It wasn’t just her body that I lusted after; her face was pretty too with her bright blue eyes, blonde hair usually back in a ponytail, bangs covering her forehead, and thick red lips.

As we shared a homeroom each morning and had several of the same classes, I had plenty of opportunity to look at her pretty face and ogle her huge breasts.

One of the classes we shared was home economics. Because there was a senior study period immediately after the class, the teacher had devised a rota so that two students were assigned to clean the kitchens after each class.

This week, I was paired with Elsa. At the front of the kitchen was the teacher’s workstation, and along the other three walls were a total of ten workstations for students, arranged in a U shape. In the middle were desks and chairs for students to take down instructions.

“I guess if you start at that end, I’ll start at this end, and we’ll meet in the middle,” I suggested when class had been dismissed.

Elsa agreed and we got to work. By the time I had finished the third workstation, I needed a break. Cleaning was hard work. I turned around and faced out into the classroom, putting my palms on the edge of the workstation counter and resting.

Elsa was still cleaning her third workstation. Her back was to me. She was wearing her plaid skirt today, which was riding up her voluptuous thighs as she reached across to clean the far side of the counter. I watched her legs rub together, her bottom wiggling as she cleaned.

Without warning, she stood upright and started turning. I grabbed my cleaning cloth and pretended to wipe down the counter.

“I think I need a new cloth,” she called across the room.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I replied, holding up my rag. “This one’s got holes in it.”

“There should be some in the storeroom.”

Behind the teacher’s workstation was an open doorway to the room where cooking and cleaning supplies were kept. A door on the opposite side of the storeroom led to another kitchen that mirrored the layout of the one we were cleaning.

We met at the doorway.

“Ladies first,” I said, motioning toward the doorway.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

I followed Elsa into the narrow room. The shelves that lined the walls were full of ingredients, and in one corner were the cleaning supplies. Elsa knelt down and looked for some fresh cloths.

“Here they are,” she said at last, and stood up, turning around to face me.

The confines of the kurtköy escort storeroom brought us close together. Her breasts were barely an inch from touching me. Her long eyelashes flickered and our eyes met.

Elsa leaned in and kissed me. I wasn’t expecting it, but I quickly relaxed. She dropped the cloths and I pulled her close to me, her breasts pushing against my body. My hands found her arse and I squeezed as our tongues writhed around each other.

I brought my hands up her body, under her polo shirt, lifting as I went. Her breasts bounced as the shirt passed over them, and her arms started to rise. Our lips broke contact.

“Wait,” she said. “We can’t do this here!”

“Why not?”

“Someone will catch us!”

Elsa had a point. I looked around and spotted some brooms in the corner. I closed both storeroom doors and threaded the broomsticks through their handles. The doors could only be opened by pulling from the outside, and the broomsticks would bang against the wall, preventing them from being opened.

“Better?”

She looked at me with an expression of surprise and anticipation, her eyes wide and her bottom lip between her teeth. Her polo shirt was bunched above her breasts, revealing her translucent salmon-coloured bra, and beneath it her erect nipples.

“Much,” she said.

She removed her shirt completely and placed it on a shelf. I reached out and touched her nipples softly.

“Hmm …”

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked, cupping my erect member gently with her hand. “Although I can see what’s going on down here.”

In truth, I was reminded of the failed titjob attempt with Ms O’Morin. I obviously couldn’t tell Elsa about that — not only would it kill the mood, but Ms O’Morin could lose her job. Nevertheless, I was keen to have another go, and Elsa’s breasts were more than large enough.

I looked around the storeroom and had an idea.

“Can I fuck your tits?” I asked nervously, giving her breasts a small squeeze.

Elsa giggled.

“Okay, but how?”

There was that question again. Fortunately, I had worked out the mechanics last time, just not the technique.

“Wait here a moment.”

I walked over to the door and removed the broomstick, opening it a crack and peering through. The kitchen was still empty.

“I won’t be long,” I assured her. She had instinctively tried to cover her huge breasts with her arms.

I walked swiftly into the classroom and picked up a plastic chair, bringing it back to the storeroom and putting it down.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, replacing the broomstick.

Elsa sat on the chair and leaned back slightly. She unclasped her bra, exposing her giant breasts. I took my trousers and underwear down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then removed my shirt: I didn’t want it getting in the way.

As I walked towards her, I grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the top shelf and opened it. I placed my member in the crevice of her cleavage.

“Push malatya escort them together.”

Elsa pressed her breasts around me, enveloping me in her flesh. I drizzled the olive oil over her chest, feeling it work its way down and around me. Satisfied, I put the oil back on a shelf.

I arched my pelvis back, sliding part way out of the flesh cocoon. This was much easier than last time, I thought, and thrust into her chest carefully. Finding that it wasn’t painful, my confidence was mounting, and I thrust faster and faster, my cock gliding through her breasts. Elsa varied the pressure by alternating between pushing her breasts together and easing them off.

Don’t get carried away, I told myself. I didn’t want to cum too soon, and definitely not before fucking Elsa properly. My thrusts slowed down and I slid out from between her breasts.

I pulled her to her feet.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” I said, taking her seat.

She grinned and removed her skirt. Her panties matched her bra, and she playfully teased the translucent salmon-coloured material down her thighs to the floor.

I could see a faint wet shimmer at the top of her thighs. They were pressed together, right up to her muff. A thin strip of light pubic hair ran down her mound, almost pointing to her entrance.

I leaned back on the chair as she walked toward me. She parted her thick thighs, straddled me, and lowered herself onto my erect member. I easily slid inside her.

Elsa began bouncing up and down on my cock. Her huge oiled breasts bounced up and down in time with her humping. I grabbed hold of them as her thighs gripped me in a tight, hot embrace.

The heat from her body was burning my cock. She grunted and moaned as she humped me. Her cunt plunged down onto my cock over and over, and our thighs slapped together. My hands felt for the soft, ample flesh of her buttocks and I squeezed them, feeling them rise and fall in my grip.

Elsa slowed and collapsed onto my chest, panting. I stroked her face as she caught her breath.

“What now?” she asked, my cock still inside her.

I hesitated.

“Well,” I began, “there’s still plenty of olive oil …”

Elsa lifted her head and we locked eyes.

“Okay, but go slow. Carefully.”

She let my cock slide out of her and stood up, waddling back off me. I followed suit and reached for the oil.

“How about you kneel on the chair, and lean your arms on the back rest?” I suggested.

She positioned herself on the chair so that her knees and waist were bent at right angles, her back straight as she leaned forward.

I poured plenty of olive oil onto my member and spread it all over, making sure it was well greased.

I approached Elsa from behind and nuzzled my glans against the crack of her flabby arse cheeks. I pushed forward slowly, parting her cheeks further, until my tip bumped against her anus. She reached back and pulled her right buttock aside, her hand brushing against my shaft. I poured more kayseri escort oil down her crack.

“Relax,” I said.

“Easy for you to say.”

I leaned into her carefully, my tip penetrating her arsehole. She groaned, seemingly from a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

I leaned further in, my glans now completely inside her. She gasped. Millimetre by millimetre I slid my shaft into Elsa’s arse. Eventually it was in as far as it could go (I’m not one of those guys who boast about improbably-sized penises), and her arse cheeks pressed against my stomach.

I slid out a little, then back in, gradually building speed. I put my hands on her hips. Elsa’s arsehole was tight around my cock, and she clenched occasionally, tightening the seal around me.

My cock was sliding in and out, and she was gasping. My scrotum brushed against something, and I realised she had one of her hands between her legs.

“I feel … so … full,” she moaned.

I pumped hard and moved my hands from her hips to her breasts.

I felt like I was going to cum and slowed down. I didn’t want it to end so soon. With a squelch and a pop, I gently pulled out of her arse. She stopped pleasuring herself and turned her head.

“Time for a break?”

I nodded.

“How about you take over for a bit?”

I sat on the floor and laid back. Elsa stood over me, a cucumber in her right hand.

She squatted, then leaned back to support herself on her left palm. I gripped my cock and she lowered her arsehole onto it. The muscles around her rectum hadn’t contracted yet, and I slid fairly easily back into her.

With her right hand, she inserted the cucumber into her wet cunt. I could feel it through the wall of her anus.

As fast as the positioned allowed, she slid along my cock and toyed herself with the cucumber. It was slow but erotic going. My cock pulsated inside her. I watched her arse rise and fall, my slippery cock begging for relief.

“Faster, Elsa! Faster!”

Elsa’s hand left the cucumber so she could give herself extra support, and it rolled away. She raised her abdomen toward the ceiling, then pushed down, repeatedly, faster and faster.

I could feel myself about to cum. I braced myself and ejaculated as she plunged downward onto me, my semen spraying deep into her arsehole. She felt it too and stopped humping in surprise. I was still literally balls deep inside her.

Elsa raised herself up so that my limp member could fall out of her. I watched as my semen dripped down from her gaping anus and onto the floor between my thighs. I managed to crawl out from under her and get to my feet.

“Wait there,” I said. “It’s still dripping.”

I opened a packet of new cloths and wiped myself down, then knelt before Elsa and used another cloth to wipe her anus, inserting a finger to clean around her rim. I mopped up the pool of semen beneath her, then helped her to her feet.

We dressed quickly, remembering that the kitchens still needed to be cleaned.

“I feel so stretched,” Elsa said as we left the storeroom. “I think I’ll be shitting your cum for days.”

“Never done that before?” I asked.

“No.”

“Me either.”

We laughed and resumed our cleaning duties.

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My first experience with beads was a few months earlier with Megan. I had instructed her to bring her beads when she was over at my house on a booty call. She had a very willing personality and an ass that enjoyed being filled with beads and then my cock.

Fast forward a few months. A lot had happened since that evening. I though about how Megan must feel when a man covers a set of beads in warm lube, then places a drop on his finger and coats her ass with the same lube. The feeling of having a small bead enter her ass, then a slightly larger one, and then another until 8 inches of beads in her ass.

Much to my delight, Megan moved a few streets away from me. We kept talking about our fun we used to have together and both of our desires to play some more. Over the past few months, I had thought more about the feeling of toys in my ass and finally developed the courage to ask if Megan was interested in helping me experiment. She responded she was honored, in a weird way, that I asked her to be the first to play with my ass. She agreed, and we waited for a day that we could both get together.

Megan had to be at work by 10AM, and that left her the morning for fun. No the best time for naughty play, but no one else could know of our desires. I had a few days off work in the fall so we set up a morning encounter.

Megan has a habit of being ready to play, and answering the door naked. On my first trip to her new place, I was rewarded with Megan, a 5’5″ 130lbs brunet answering the naked, letting me fully view her firm body and abundant 36C breasts. We kiss again, and instantly remember old times and our many nights of naughty fun.

She walks into the bedroom and I take off my clothes and follow her. The best part about a fuck buddy is pendik escort that here is no need for small talk and wondering when to make a move. While the plan of the morning was anal play, her body is too irresistible not to take full advantage of before hand. I throw her on the bed, pin her down and kiss her again. I lay on top of Megan’s hot body with my cock pressing on her shaved pussy. She presses against me, but I move away, not her time to enjoy it yet.

I roll off and Megan gets the point, time to talk about toys. She grabs a set of beads, the same I used on her, and a red 4 inch long, 2 inch thick butt plug. Like pro, Megan explains to me how each one feels and why she does or doesn’t like it. The beads appealed to me because I thought my ass wouldn’t feel stretched all the time while they were inside, so in the end, I choose to experience the beads.

Feeling a bit nervous, I kneeled down on the bed on all fours. I kept thinking of Megan in this position a few months earlier. Megan places a drop of lube on her fingers and places them against my ass. While I’ve fingered my ass in the shower before, having her fingers on me, felt better than I could image. Megan was kind enough to slip a finger into me a few times before removing her hand. I could hear her coving the beads in lube, and then she asked if I was ready. Quickly, I thought to myself, this is it, no more anal virgin for me. I nodded and said to go ahead.

I really didn’t feel the smaller beads too much. They felt like something pressing on my ass and then going away. “This isn’t too bad,” I though to myself. She then pulled a few beads out, and slid them back in. “Hmmm, that feels pretty good,” I said. Next, I felt a larger bead enter my ass, and then another. Now I could really tuzla escort feel them. The feeling of my ass stretching was new to me. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t dislike it either. “A few more beads to go,” Megan lets me know. She wanted to know if she needed to stop, but having fucked her ass before, I wanted to let her fuck mine. Slowly another bead entered my ass, then another. Each time, it was a feeling that I’d never felt before.

Then, she stopped, all the beads were in my ass. I stood up on my knees and just stood there for few seconds seeing how it would feel. I didn’t feel good, or bad, just different. Next I wanted to try the butt plug because it would stretch my ass and stay in while we had some more fun. Megan removed the beads slowly from my ass and carried them into the bathroom and left them in the sink.

She came back, picked up her butt plug and lubed it up, just like she did the beads. My ass was not as tight as she pressed the tip of the plug to my ass. The lube allowed plug slide right into my ass without a lot of effort. This felt different, now my ass was being stretched and stayed that way. Megan now wanted to have a little fun. She started pumping my ass with her butt plug. As the plug was tapered, I feel could my ass closing up and then stretching again as she moved it in and out. At last, she left it in, crawled forward and lay down on the bed almost underneath me. She had the “fuck me” look in her eyes I’d recognized many times before.

Megan was getting excited filling my ass with her toys and I could tell her pussy was wet before I gently placed a finger in her. Before I did, I though, “I’ve got a butt plug in my ass, why doesn’t she?” I walked out to the bathroom, cleaned off the beads and brought them back. Megan, kartal escort always a good girl, rolled over, and lifted her ass in the air. With the same tenderness she used on me, I lubed her wanting ass, and allowed myself to slide a finger into her. She pressed against my one finger and moaned as it entered further. I removed my finger and replaced it with the first of her beads. As I watched the first one slide in, I thought of the feeling I had when she slide the first into me. This only made it more hot! Megan’s ass was used to more play than mine, so the beads entered her with more ease than my ass. Megan knew the beads were only part of foreplay, and at this point, only wanted to get fucked. She leaned back, wanting me to fill her ass with the beads.

Not wanting to disappoint her, I sped up pushing the beads into her. Finally, the last bead entered her ass and she was ready for more action. She laid down on her back, arms behind her head, grabbed me and yelled “Fuck me!!” Needless to say, I didn’t wait. My body dropped on top of hers, and it didn’t take long for my hard cock to find her wet, open pussy. I thrust into her and immediately noticed something different. Like before, she was so much tighter and hotter! My cock almost exploded right on entering her. After fucking my ass, she was so hot feeling my cock inside of her almost did her in.

She held me tight, wrapped her legs around me and screamed. My cock exploded deep in her pussy. The feeling of her hot pussy around me, and the rigid beads pressing on my cock from her ass drove me over the edge. My cum overflowed from her pussy and down her still stuffed ass. We lay there for a few minutes, still too hot to move from our animalistic fucking. My cock began to soften and we both knew it was time to separate, and return home. The other great thing about a fuck buddy is when you’re done, you say it was great, pull the toys out of your ass, get dressed and head back home with the dirty images you just created!!

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“So, who’s this guy coming over today?” Ms. Evans asked.

“His name is Joel. He and my son used to go to school together. He’s in need of some extra money, so I asked him to come by and help with your garden today,” Ms. Jones asked. “That’s not all, from what my son said, he’s supposed to be a massive pervert who’s never gotten laid.”

“I see now. So you want to get him craving MILF-flesh then make him pounce on us. If that’s the case, then I better wear something appropriate.”

Ms. Jones and Ms. Evans changed in Ms. Evans’s bedroom and waited for the mystery man to come by. Within the hour, the doorbell rang. Ms. Jones walked over and opened the front door.

“Joel! So glad you could come over!” Ms. Jones said, giving him a hug. “I’ll take you to the backyard so that we can get started.”

“Right! Let’s start gardening!” Joel said with a smile.

Joel was 19-year-old college guy, Caucasian and as eager as ever to be in a MILF’s house. Ms. Jones recalled all of the times her son would tell him about Joel’s dedication to the female body and how it became incessant sometimes. For today, he was wearing work boots with his white button-up shirt tucked into his jeans in an attempt to look presentable while still being able to work. As he followed behind Ms. Jones, he couldn’t help but stare at her from behind. She wasn’t wearing anything special, just white T-shirt and jeans, but her pants were very tight around her ass; making it really prominent.

“Hey, Olivia! Joel’s here!” Ms. Jones shouted out.

Ms. Evans came from around the corner and went to greet Joel.

“Hi, Joel! I’m Olivia Evans, but you can just call me Ms. Evans,” she said, shaking his hand with a smile.

“N-Nice to meet you, Miss,” Joel said back.

Joel was stunned by Ms. Evans’s appearance. She was wearing overalls without a shirt nor bra and from what his male sixth sense was telling him, nothing else but her shoes.

“Grab some gloves and start pullin’ out weeds,” she said to him.

Joel put on some gardening gloves and walked over to the section of garden to his right. He didn’t know much about gardening but could handle something simple like weeding. Although he was playing it cool, his carnal desires started to become more prominent. Joel snuck peaks at Ms. Evans, who was on the other side of the backyard. He stared non-stop when she was crouched down, watching her voluptuous breasts push her overalls away from her body.

Ms. Jones was putting some strain on his sight as well. When Joel inevitably looked over at her, his eyes focused even more. Ms. Jones’s shirt was already soaked in sweat from the hot sun and her bra was clearly seen and outlined. Her pants were slightly sagging enough to show the thong she was wearing. When she crouched down to pull on weeds, they dropped down enough to completely expose her ass.

Ms. Jones did exaggerated grunts as she “struggled” to pull a particularly deep weed.

“It’s so thick!” she said.

She made sure to bounce up and down as she pulled harder. Finally, she yanked the weed out. Upon standing up, Joel saw that her pants were still sagging down. He got a good look at her big ass enveloping her black thong before she pulled her pants up. Joel quickly turned the other way when Ms. Jones turned around to move to a new area and focused back on Ms. Evans. Joel was back to watching her intensely as she was crouched down, spreading her legs and drinking from a water bottle. The way that she was drinking made it look like she was sucking off the bottle, spilling some onto her breasts and overalls. Joel finally tried to focus back on weeding and spent a longer time crouched.

“How’s he doing?” Ms. Evans asked Ms. Jones as she got next to her.

“He’s been watching us more than he’s been working,” Ms. Jones said.

“We need to push him some more then.”

Joel finished up weeding shortly and walked over to Ms. Evans to ask what he needed to do next.

“See that empty patch of soil? Can you plant these seeds for me?” Ms. Evans said, handing him a packet.

As Joel went to get started, Ms. Evans brought over a ladder.

“I need to fix the fences in the soil,” she said.

Ms. Evans climbed to the top of ladder, which wasn’t very high off the ground, and sat on the top as she wrapped string around fence brackets to hold them together. Joel, once again, found himself taking peeks at Ms. Evans. Her perfect, chocolate booty hung over the edge just a couple feet above him. Joel watched it jiggle and shake as she leaned forward to wrap the fences.

Ms. Evans finished up shortly and worked alongside Ms. Jones to plant more seeds. All of them were now next to each other.

“So, Joel, what are you going to school for?” Ms. Jones asked.

“Oh, I’m looking to get a degree in teaching,” Joel said.

“Teaching, huh? We have a friend that used to be a teacher,” Ms. Evans said.

“Sorry we had to take you away from spending time with your girlfriend to help with this,” Ms. Jones said.

“No girlfriend for me, Miss. I didn’t have anything kurtköy escort to do today,” Joel said.

Ms. Jones and Ms. Evans exchanged mischievous looks with each other before continuing talking.

“Don’t let it keep you down. I’ve been divorced for a while now,” Ms. Evans said.

“I’ve been single too,” Ms. Jones added.

As they continued their talk, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Ms. Evans said.

Ms. Evans draped a towel around her shoulders to cover the bare skin around her chest and walked over to answer the door. Upon opening it, she saw a long-forgotten face.

“Hi! Is this where Joel is? I thought I’d drop off some extra equipment in case he needed it,” the woman said.

“Yeah, he’s here and helping us out greatly!” Ms. Evans said.

“Oh, that’s good to hear! Well, I’ll be off then,” the woman said before leaving.

Ms. Evans took the bag to the backyard then took Ms. Jones aside for a private conversation.

“Guess who was at the door,” Ms. Evans said.

“Who? Joel’s mom?” Ms. Jones said.

“Yeah, but his mom is Sherry.”

“What?! Sherry from high school? The one who put dildos in our backpacks and had teachers search through them and pull them out?”

“Yep, the same one. By the way we talked, it seemed like she didn’t recognize who I was.”

“I was planning on having us take Joel upstairs and convert him to MILFodism, but I have a newer plan now.”

Ms. Jones and Ms. Evans went back to tending the garden alongside Joel.

“How nice of your mom to drop off some stuff for you,” Ms. Jones said to him.

“Yeah, she was probably stopping by on the way to the city with my dad. I think they had a date night or something,” Joel said.

The three worked in silence before the MILFs initiated their scheme.

“Man, it really is hot today,” Ms. Evans said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

“I really want to go to the pool but the public one is way too crowded,” Ms. Jones said.

“Would you two like to come over and use my house?” Joel asked. “Er, wait, forget I said that. My parents aren’t home.”

“Hm? Why would that stop us? They don’t have to know we’re over. We could always leave before they come back if you’re not supposed to have anyone over,” Ms. Jones said.

“Well… they do call me right before they come home as a way of making sure I’ve done any chores they left me. You know what, you two can come over.”

“Awesome! Ms. Jones and I will be over 6 then,” Ms. Evans said.

The three finished up the garden work. Joel collected his pay and left the house anticipating the MILFs’ arrival later.

“Let’s get ready then,” Ms. Jones said to Ms. Evans as the two went back to the bedroom.

*****

Ms. Evans drove herself and Ms. Jones over to Joel’s house per the address he texted Ms. Jones. She parked in front of the house and the two inspected each other’s attire as well as reviewed the plan.

“Got the stuff?” Ms. Jones asked Ms. Evans, who was wearing skinny jeans, a grey shirt, and sandals.

“Yes, I do,” Ms. Evans said, opening the bag and showing her two bikinis. “Your outfit looks good too.”

Ms. Jones looked at herself in the reflection of the car window. She was wearing skinny jeans, a green shirt and brown sandals as well. The two walked up to Joel’s house and rang the doorbell. Joel answered shortly and let the two in. The MILFs got a quick tour of the house before being led to the backyard.

“Alright, here’s the pool,” he said. “I’ll show you the bathroom so you can get changed.”

Ms. Evans and Ms. Jones were shown the bathroom in the hall.

“Oh, this is much too small for the two of us to fit into,” Ms. Evans said.

“Yeah, let’s change in the hall,” Ms. Jones said.

Joel’s eyes lit up.

“O-Oh! Okay! I’ll just go to my room and give you two privacy,” Joel said.

“Aww, you’re so courteous!” Ms. Evans said.

Joel sat on his bed in silence as he listened to the pulling of cloth and unbuttoning of pants just outside his door. He heard silence and opened the door and was greeted to the sight of the two of them wearing their bikinis. Both of which were a size too small with Ms. Jones’s being red and Ms. Evans’s being pink.

“Ready to go for a swim?” Ms. Jones asked Joel.

“I’d love to, but I really need to study for an exam,” Joel said.

“That’s too bad. We’ll try not to be too loud then,” Ms. Evans said.

Joel watched the two take their leave to the backyard before going back to his room.

“Studying, yeah right. I’d kill to go out there, but there’s so much temptation that it would definitely show how much it’s affecting me,” he thought to himself.

Joel studied at his desk in an attempt to forget about what was happening in his backyard. After a while, he peaked through his blinds. He saw Ms. Evans and Ms. Jones talking, laughing and swimming in the pool. The sight alone made him smile… at first. It wasn’t until Ms. Evans pulled herself out of the water that he saw that she was not wearing her top.

Joel malatya escort pitched a massive tent as she watched her giant, wet tits bounce as she walked over to the diving board. He grew even harder seeing her ass swallow up her bikini bottom. Ms. Evans jumped into the pool, showering Ms. Jones. Ms. Jones was the next to go up to the diving board. Joel saw her big breasts as well due to her lack of wearing a top.

Joel found himself soon jerking his cock every time he saw their bare skin exposed. Unfortunately, it was starting to get chilly outside and the MILFs soon went back in. Joel quickly put his dick back in his pants and washed his hands then waited in his room.

“Jeez, it got cold!” Ms. Jones said with a wink to Ms. Evans as the two walked into Joel’s room.

“It’s much warmer in here!” Ms. Evans said.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off the MILFs as they stood in his room in just their bikinis. He quickly got them towels from the bathroom to dry off.

“Joel, do you think you could dry my back for me? I can’t reach it,” Ms. Jones said.

Joel nervously took the towel and wiped down Ms. Jones’s back. Against his knowledge, Ms. Jones had loosened the strings beforehand. The instant he rubbed against the top, it untied and fell to the floor. Ms. Jones quickly undid her bottom part and now stood naked.

“Oh, no!” she said, faking embarrassment.

Joel turned to the side as Ms. Jones put her bikini back on.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Ms. Jones said.

“No worries, Ms. Jones. You look pretty amazing,” Joel said.

“Amazing, huh?” she said back.

Ms. Jones looked over at Ms. Evans.

“Joel, you’ve been such a good friend to my son over the years. I really need to thank you somehow,” she said to him.

“No need to t-thank me! I’m happy to be his friend!” Joel said.

“No, seriously. I must thank you with something. Be it money, food… even sex,” Ms. Jones said.

Joel looked at Ms. Jones’s wide-eyed as she unstrung her bikini with a smile. Ms. Evans closed the door as Ms. Jones got closer to him.

“Yes, Joel, even sex. I’ll give you anything you want.”

Ms. Evans was next to drop her bikini and approach Joel.

“I need to thank you too. The work you put in today is worth more than just a few dollars,” she said.

Joel fell on his bed and Ms. Jones and Ms. Evans crawled up to him.

“Just tell us what you want us to do,” Ms. Jones said.

“Fuck! I want to fuck you two so bad!” Joel said.

“Great to here!” Ms. Jones said.

Joel quickly took his clothes off and sat on his bed with his hard cock in the air.

“Look at his dick, Ms. Evans,” Ms. Jones said as she gripped it.

“It’s so nice that I just want to suck it all night,” Ms. Evans said.

The two took turns licking all over. Ms. Jones was the first to suck on the tip before going to the base. When Ms. Evans’s took over, she went straight to the base and gagged. She pulled off, leaving Joel’s dick covered in saliva. Joel’s phone went off but fell upon deaf ears.

Ms. Evans took the entirety of Joel’s sack into her mouth and slurped all over them as she jerked his cock, leaving it twitching wildly for Ms. Jones. Ms. Jones deepthroated him unrelentingly.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth, Joel? I’ll suck out all of the cum in your balls!” Ms. Jones said.

“Fuck my mouth, Joel! Hold my head down and cum down my throat!” Ms. Evans said.

Ms. Evans lied on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed while Ms. Jones got on her knees. Ms. Jones opened her mouth and pointed to it while Ms. Evans opened hers and reached her hands out.

Joel assessed his options before starting with Ms. Evans. He stuck his cock in her mouth and gripped her tits as he thrusted. His dick slid in and out with ease. He looked down and watched Ms. Evans’s throat distend and lips slide with each push and pull. He pulled out, letting Ms. Evans suckle and lick his tip before he went to Ms. Jones.

“Use my head like a fucktoy,” she said to him.

Joel grabbed her head and did just that. He crouched close to her and thrusted wildly in her mouth. Saliva spilled out and covered his thighs, her mouth and the floor below them. She sucked, gagged and moaned lightly as Joel continued without letting up.

“Ah, fuck! I’m cumming!” he said.

Joel held Ms. Jones down and exploded down her throat. Ms. Jones held onto the back of his thighs and closed her eyes as she swallowed each sticky drop. Ms. Evans reached over and massaged his balls and perineum to further push out even more jizz. When Joel was finished, Ms. Jones showed him the leftovers in her mouth before swallowing the rest.

“That was so good, baby,” Ms. Jones panted to say.

Joel sat on the bed between the MILFs.

“Are you still good to go or do you need some encouragement?” Ms. Evans asked, rubbing Joel’s shoulders.

“Maybe a little encouragement couldn’t hurt,” he said back.

Ms. Jones and Ms. Evans got closer to him.

“Up for some more throatfucking? Let’s have an oral kayseri escort orgy right here in your room!” Ms. Jones said.

“You can just take one of us, kick the other out and lock the door. I’ll get on my knees and do nothing but suck your cock even after you’re empty!” Ms. Evans said.

“Wait, Ms. Evans. He’s a young, horny man. He clearly wants some pussy,” Ms. Jones said.

“Are you sure? Maybe he wants some ass,” Ms. Evans said.

The MILFs spread their pussies out. Joel stuck his fingers and felt around their insides. He noted how warm and wet they were before switching to their assholes. Each hole tightened around Joel’s fingers. The feeling was similar to their pussies but the added taboo made it feel even better.

One of my biggest fantasies to lose my virginity to anal, especially with a MILF!” Joel said.

“We can work with that,” Ms. Jones said to Ms. Evans.

Ms. Jones and Ms. Evans put a leg on the bed and spread their asses open with one hand. Joel got close and looked at both of their welcoming asses.

“See this, Joel? These are assholes, *MILF* assholes. In the bedroom, they are exclusively for draining cocks. Tonight, their yours and yours along, so we want you to plunge your cock up our asses and pump out as much cum as you can into them,” Ms. Evans said.

“Who goes first?” Ms. Jones said.

“I want you, Ms. Jones!” Joel said.

“I’ll go first then Ms. Evans can take the load,” Ms. Jones said.

“One last condition, you have to fuck us while we wear these bags over our heads,” Ms. Jones said.

Ms. Evans pulled the paper bags out of her bag she brought in. The bags had no holes cut out and instead had black holes markered in where the eyes should be.

“Let me make your first time memorable,” Ms. Jones said.

Ms. Jones uncapped the bottle of body oil from the bag and inserted the tip in her ass. After squirting out a generous amount, she let the excess drizzle onto Joel’s cock. Joel lied back on the bed and let Ms. Jones be the one to take his first time. Ms. Jones carefully guided his cock into her ass before putting the paper bag over her head. Joel moaned once Ms. Jones sunk to the base and started moving. Ms. Evans played with her pussy as she watched the two go at it.

“Fuck my ass, Joel!” Ms. Jones cried out.

Ms. Evans put Joel’s head between her thighs.

“Are you sure you don’t some pussy tonight?” she asked him.

“No, anal feels amazing!” Joel said.

“You’re going to need to warm me up then,” Ms. Evans said.

Ms. Evans sat up and then sat back down on Joel’s face, putting lower orifices on his lips. Joel was now being smothered by Ms. Evans’s ass while Ms. Jones rode his cock like a mechanical bull before moving to a squatting position and slamming down on him.

“Oh, god, I’m so close!” Ms. Jones said.

She rode Joel for little more before dismounting him. Ms. Jones put her back to the headboard of the bed and let Ms. Evans sink her fingers into her pussy. With her other hand, she massaged her clit while moving her fingers in rapidly. Ms. Jones’s lower body quivered as she orgasmed. Joel watched the whole thing, even the part where she laid herself out to catch her breath.

Ms. Evans got on all fours and spread her cheeks apart.

“Come take my ass, Joel!” she said.

Joel got on his knees and stuck his cock into Ms. Evans’s ass. He felt the tight sensation of her asshole gripping him the more he pushed in. Once down to the balls, he stayed still to take in and thoroughly enjoy the feeling before thrusting.

Joel’s bed shook as his hips slapped against her ass.

“Fuck my ass like you mean it, baby! Stretch my fuck-hole with your thick cock!” she said.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” Joel said.

Ms. Evans quickly got off Joel and sat next to him on the bed, letting his cock twitch in the air. Joel did not cum and questioned Ms. Evans on why she did what she did.

“Why did you stop?” he asked her.

“Don’t you want to *really* fill my ass? Your first anal creampie should be fucking massive,” Ms. Evans said. “Why don’t you let your cock get limp then feel up our tits to get hard again.”

Joel closed his eyes and calmed himself down. When he opened them, Ms. Evans and Ms. Jones were on their knees side by side. Joel took his time massaging their breasts, sucking and licking all over them. The two did him a kindness by smothering his face with their breasts. They felt Joel’s dick, assuring that it was hard before Ms. Evans climbed back on. Ms. Jones grabbed a marker and wrote “Winner” on the back of Ms. Evans’s bag.

Ms. Evans rode Joel with his back to him and his feet towards the door. Ms. Jones stood at the edge of the bed and smothered his face with her tits, letting him play with them as Ms. Evans fucked him. She grabbed his feet and bounced up and down on his dick.

“You like this, Joel? Fucking these bag wearing MILFs like they’re out of some kind of porno? Squirt your cock juice in my ass already!” she said to him.

The group of three were too busy fucking to hear the front door open. Outside of the room, Joel’s parents had arrived back at their house.

“Joel didn’t answer his phone. I hope he was able to do the dishes and put the towels in the dryer,” Sherry said to her husband.

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I’d thought I had gotten away with staying in my room before my mum came knocking on my door. With a silent sigh I pulled off my headphones and spun around on my chair as the door opened.

“Amy, sweetie, it’s dinner time now. Don’t you want to come down?” I shook my head. I didn’t want to spend time in close proximity to my family. I could survive without dinner, especially with the multitude of snacks I had hidden around my room.

“You can’t avoid us forever,” my mum looked down at me, smiling sadly. “You have to get off that computer sometime.” I did everything short of grunt to display my moody teenage apathy. I heard the door click closed, and turned back towards my computer screen.

Recently I had been getting more and more interested in a small social networking game: ROSE. It was basically a life simulator: you walked around, talked to people, earned money from jobs to buy accessories for you and you virtual home. The customisation was amazing, and you could design anything that didn’t already exist. My clothes in it were designed for me by a friend I had met on a different game about a year ago, and since I had started wearing them several strangers had asked if they could use the designs. Not that that ever happened in real life.

I looked down at myself. My figure had always been disappointing to me, too thick around the belly to be a pleasant sight. My mother and sister tried to compliment it, calling it “cuddly,” but with my sister being thin as a twig I felt like shit in comparison. A fair portion of fat did reside in my boobs, giving me a decent 36D bust, however the ache of carrying them all the time wore away any happiness I got from that. Even my short black hair conspired to make me look bad, it hadn’t been touched except for an occasional trim for several years yet still refused to grow past my neck.

For a long time I had felt myself becoming unhappy with my real body, and withdrew into the internet to find people who couldn’t see what I was really like. I could put on a persona and they would believe it, because they had nothing else to base me off. I was whoever I chose to be. Even then I didn’t have many friends, as I found it difficult to put the time in to keep in contact. Most of my time on the internet was spent alone.

I was taken out of my reverie by a dinging noise from my computer, indicating a new in-game message. It was from an admin of ROSE, and bore an interesting message:

“Happy birthday Amy! You turned 18 one week ago, and have been an active player of our little game for a while longer. As a reward for your ongoing support, we would like to offer you a free trial of our newest feature, a fully immersive reality simulator! Simply take the code at the bottom of this message to your local Give & Take Internet Café, tell them your name and enjoy this amazing new experience.”

At the bottom was a code followed by some legal nonsense. I had no idea what it meant by reality simulator and at first had no intention of doing anything about it whatsoever. Then my mum’s attempts to get me out of the house and doing things came into my head, and I decided that I might as well try to enjoy what was apparently a unique experience – and get my mum off my back at the same time.

The next day I found myself outside the internet café in town, having taken the bus. Nervously I approached a woman dressed in the company uniform and told her I played ROSE. She took me through a door in the back, down a corridor and into a room painted black with a single glass door on the other side.

“May pendik escort I please see your code?” She asked. I handed over the paper I had written it on, and the woman typed it into a tablet she carried under her arm. “Welcome Amy – or should that be Mira?” She said with a smile, using the name of my character. “Step through the door, sit on the chair, and get ready to enjoy this amazing experience.”

My hands were shaking as the I walked through the now open glass door. I had no idea what was going to happen, and it was too late to back out now. Inside there was a large chair, similar to a dentist’s but made of leather. I sat and it automatically reclined until I was lying facing the ceiling. Before I could properly wonder what was going on, a series of bright lights burst from a screen over my face, and everything faded out.

When I came back to my senses, I was in an unfamiliar shop. The only other person around was a smiling, fairly old man behind the counter.

“Welcome Mira!” He exclaimed, smiling warmly. “You may be a little confused. As one of the most loyal players of ROSE, we have decided to gift you free access to one of our experimental features. This world here – the shop, the items, even you and me – may seem to be real, but is in fact being simulated by our technology.”

I looked down at my hands. Surely he couldn’t be serious? Everything was perfect. I would have believed that I had just passed out in the chair and brought into this shop for some reason, but apparently I was seeing a virtual world.

“If you don’t believe me, try taking a look in that mirror over there.” I stepped to where he was pointing and gasped. Instead of the dumpy girl with glasses I was used to ignoring in the mirror, a beautiful woman with long, strawberry-blonde hair, a slim figure and an amazingly cute face stared back at me. Even my clothes looked just like the ones my friend had designed for me on ROSE. This was my avatar, Mira, and somehow I was inside her.

“My my, you are pretty aren’t you!” I remembered the clerk and walked over to the counter, speechless. “It’s all overwhelming isn’t it? We are definitely living in the future, being able to do this! Now, where we are is a private server, so only those users who also have access to this version of the game can join. Don’t worry; at home you can still join all of your friends in every activity you love about ROSE, but until this technology goes public I’m afraid it’s just you and a select bunch.

“Don’t get worn down by that though, there’s plenty to do and plenty of new people to meet! Tell you what,” he said furtively, leaning close, “why don’t I give you a new dress? Something exclusive and fun, to really show off these graphics.” He winked and handed me a bag with what seemed to be a dress inside, complete with stockings and underwear. “Go on, get changed!”

I blushed bright red. “Wh- what? Here?” I whispered, shocked at what he seemed to be suggesting.

Instead the clerk just started laughing. “This is a game my dear, you don’t need to strip down to change outfit! Just think about opening the menu and it will come up. From there you can change your clothes to whatever you happen to have on hand.” I felt embarrassed at my stupidity. Of course I wouldn’t be expected to strip, in what game do you need to take your clothes off before you can change? Trying to move past that blunder, I tried bringing up the menu like he had said.

A glowing green interface now hovered in front of me, and I moved it along by waving my hand until it reached tuzla escort the clothes button. I pressed it, and was presented with two choices: the clothes I was already wearing, and the clothes just handed to me. Apparently I could separate the outfits to look at what they consisted of, and then mix and match, but right now I just wanted to change into my new dress. I pressed it, and my body shimmered for a moment.

“Bravo!” The clerk exclaimed, clapping enthusiastically. “Well go on, take a look!” It took a second for me to work out what he meant, but then I turned around and ran to the mirror. What I saw was incredible.

The dress was a beautiful red, with gold trimmings around the cuffs and the neckline. It was cut under my breasts which were instead covered by a white button-up shirt, and the collar was clasped around my neck with a black bow. The skirt stopped around mid thigh, with pale pink ruffles coming out of the bottom, just a couple of inches above the top of my white stockings. I was absolutely breathtaking.

“Thank you!” I shouted to the clerk, who was still smiling widely, “it’s the most amazing dress I’ve ever owned.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. “It was designed especially for you.” I was shocked out of my happiness by an odd feeling. An itching sensation somewhere unsociable. My smile faltered as I tried to surreptitiously reach under my dress and scratch at my itching, insistent asshole. My fingers didn’t meet flesh however. Instead, something stiff seemed to be attached to the back of my panties, and attempting to move it caused my asshole to feel like it was being pulled.

The clerk’s smile never faltered. “Oho, you have discovered the attachment! Are you enjoying it?” My eyes bulged. He knew it was there? What was it? Why hadn’t he told me?

“What is it?” I asked, scared.

“Simply a small plug. We want everyone in this world to be as comfortable as possible, and I am told many celebrities use these to help them relax in their stressful lives. Here, let me show you.” He pulled out from under the counter what appeared to be a small remote control. He turned a dial, and instantly the plug started to vibrate.

“I -” I started. “Oh, oh god. Please, please,” I was stuttering, unsure of what I wanted to say. The vibrations seemed to run through my entire body, making me shiver with a feeling I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I reached behind me intending to pull the plug out.

Hands gripped my wrists and held them in front of me. “Please trust me,” the clerk smiled, somehow now out from behind the counter. “I assure you, you will regret it if you don’t experience this.”

I had never had anything in my ass before. My infrequent masturbation sessions had been fun, but I had never strayed south of my pussy. These sensations were completely new. The itching hadn’t faded, but the vibrations were something different. Not pleasurable, but not annoying or bad; just different.

“Now let me show you something you can’t do in the real world. Just to make sure you realise how good this place is.” My eyes were closed so I couldn’t see what he did, but soon I felt yet another new feeling in my ass. As I realised what was happening, my eyes shot open. The plug was changing shape! Elongating, widening, then shrinking back down. Sometimes it would rotate, sometimes it would just stretch a couple of inches more into my ass, then shrink down again.

“We’re just getting started, don’t worry.” I was watching this time. My arms had been released kartal escort without me noticing but the clerk was still in front of the counter, holding the remote. He moved a slider along, and the plug seemed to start retracting, pulling out of my back door. I gasped, hoping it was over, but the clerk smiled and kept staring at me.

With a sudden push the plug went back into me. It slid easily, but the feeling it gave me was nothing like what had been happening before. A warm, full sensation started in my belly before the plug was pulled out again, my asshole stretching over the thicker parts of it. My eyelids flickered and a gasp tore from my throat.

“Bear in mind, this plug is only 8 centimetres long. At its widest it may be 2 centimetres in diameter. I could be filling you much more if you ask.” I shook my head. I tried to tell him I didn’t even want this, but the plug kept moving in and out, in and out, over and over and I couldn’t even attempt to form enough words to tell him to stop it.

The change was so gradual I didn’t notice it at first. The full sensation that came to me when the plug was at its deepest was changing, and I found myself wishing the next thrust would come faster, that the plug would spend longer in me. I had both hands on the counter, leaning over as if an actual person was fucking me from behind instead of an inanimate object. Every movement of the plug was accompanied by my gasping, and it was with some surprise that I felt the first trickle of moisture run down my thigh.

I could barely believe it. This ass fucking was getting me wet enough for some of my juices to go rolling down my leg. The warmth and fullness was still there, but now it was pleasurable. I was enjoying myself. I was enjoying myself so much that I found I wanted more. I couldn’t resist, and there was nothing for me to push my ass back onto. If I wanted this in me deeper, there was only one thing I could do.

“More.” It was a whisper. I might not even have said it, instead continuing with my gasps. “More.” This time I had collected myself and created an audible word. I didn’t see it, but I could imagine the clerk’s smile widening as he fiddled with settings on the remote. The change wasn’t gradual, instead coming at once.

The plug widened until it must have been well over an inch in diameter, and the next thrust felt like it went over 15 centimetres into my ass. The gasps from my mouth were now definitely closer to moans, and the single drop of wetness down my leg had turned into a very wet patch on the front of my panties with more drops coming down every second. All the pleasure in my ass was building and felt like it was about to peak when I heard a click from behind me, and the vibrating turned back on.

Suddenly I came explosively. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened wide, letting screams of pleasure fly from my lips. My butthole clenched and relaxed around the plug still sliding in and out of me. I felt my tight hole stretch further and for a brief moment wondered whether it would remain as tight as before, but soon the pleasure of coming washed every thought away. It was bliss. The constant movement of the plug had me feeling better than I had ever felt in my life. Everything carried on, but I couldn’t hold my eyes open. My head fell down and lay on the counter, with the plug still moving in and out, stretching my butt with every thrust.

I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I came to my senses I was lying back on the leather chair, gasping, with the last vestiges of the amazing feelings in my ass fading away. My panties were wet, but I felt behind me and could find no evidence of anything having been in my ass. Apparently it had all been virtual after all. Shakily I got to my feet and left the room.

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I awoke to find the golden light dancing off Mindy’s hair subtly through the blinds, dragging me roughly out of my sleep. The pounding hadn’t yet subsided in my head; indicating the first signs of morning, and Mindy was still asleep, gently sighing on top of me, arms still wrapped around my back. I moved a hand to shake off the bedspread before realising that we were lying on top of it, and instead, turned my attention to stroking the back of Mindy’s neck gently. She looked so still and quiet, you’d never have guessed the explosive force she was capable of.

I started looking around the room, spotting a few posters of some metal bands, and I couldn’t help but smile, recognising some of my favourites. I spotted 1 or 2 books by her bed, but I couldn’t read the titles. One wall was totally devoted to drawings, all in black and white, some in pen, some pencil, various shaded sketches; you might have thought them depressing had you not known her at all. The lampshade swung gently above us in the breeze, a gentle Sunday morning.

Mindy groggily looked up, tired eyes that nonetheless flared up to life, triggered by a soft smile.

“Morning baby…” she murmured

“Surprised I didn’t see you out of bed already” I smiled

“Well I’m not going anywhere today really, so thought I’d keep you company for a bit.”

I shivered, realising I was only clad in boxers, and Mindy pulled me close, wearing her PJ bottoms and white top.

“Thanks babe” I smiled, and we drifted off to sleep again for a bit.

I woke up an hour or so later, around 10, feeling Mindy’s hand drift gently across my chest, tingling me with her nails as she kissed me gently, her delicate lips tickling my neck as she rubbed up against my crotch, gaining an almost instant reaction.

My phone jumped up suddenly, blaring its horrible tune out and causing us to both groan in despair.

“Hello…” I murmured

“Oh hey, sorry if I woke you, Dad here”

“Oh no problem, just at Mindy’s. Never mind will explain later” I replied, trying to keep myself from laughing as Mindy made halo motions and pretended to look all innocent up at me.

“Um ok….no problem, just you gonna be back tonight, need to decide for food and things”

I glanced over at Mindy and she shook her head. I ignored her nonetheless; I had work the next day.

“Yeah, I will be no problem, chat later ok?”

“Ok take care, bye”

Mindy pretended to look hurt and rolled over, sulking.

“Oh come on I have to go home sometime…”I said, trying to avoid the tempting curves and smoothness of Mindy’s skin as she rolled around next to me.

“That’s ok baby… I have to go out and get some money my brother owes me anyway…besides didn’t somebody want to see you?”

“Yeah Claire, my girlfriend, well, if she still is my girlfriend anymore”

“I said somebody” she smirked, biting my lip painfully, “besides when are you gonna get rid of that loser?”

“I um…I don’t know…” I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest.

We got up and had breakfast, just some simple toast and coffee. Mindy tossed the paper aside and focused on cleaning up a bit, and I was more than happy to watch her dance around and stretch to put things away. I sat down and she brought me some juice, letting me see right down her top.

“Pervert” she hissed, throwing a dishtowel at me.

“I love you too” I grinned.

She gasped and fumbled with a plate, before grinning back at me

“Of course you do… your mine now” she hissed, pushing me and the chair against the wall. I saw her eyes light up brightly, and she tugged me by my t-shirt towards her.

“You are feeling bad this morning aren’t you” I smiled, trying to pull my hands free from her grasp.

“Shut up you, besides you know the mornings always the best time” I couldn’t really dispute that, given our current track record. My arousal began to get the better of me, but sadly it would have to wait as I caught a glance at the time.

“Sorry babe I have to go,” I said, sighing and scratching my hair, pulling her tight grip from off me, her slender arms fighting back as best she could.

“No you don’t, that loser can wait her turn,” she whispered, pressing my hands to her breasts, massaging them gently with my hands, soft and plump to the touch.

“Behave you, come on now” I started, looking at her eyes, strands of hair loose across her face and she screwed up her face to frown at me. I pulled away and walked to the door, despite her protesting and kicked up against her jacket, lying at the bottom of the stairs, stubbing my toe on something heavy.

“What’s that?” I looked up confused.

“Never mind, look, can I see you later then at least,” she whispered, looking concerned.

“Hey…. you’re becoming obsessive” I grinned, testing the water.

“Well I wouldn’t want you thinking you could have your own way now would I?” she said, her eyes wide as she flickered her lashes, like she was pulling a lead on me. It almost worked.

“If you come see me then yes, I guess kurtköy escort that’s ok” I said, putting on my shoes and turning the handle on the door.

“What your place?”

“Um, guess that’s ok,” I replied; giving her the address quickly, “I’m sure you’ll find it, babe” I winked.

“Don’t miss me too much” she smiled, opening the door.

We shared another quick kiss and I left outside, closing the door gently behind me. I looked around an unfamiliar neighbourhood, treading down streets that stank of greyness, starkly contrasting to the glaring light of the blue sky and trees whose leaves brushed slowly in the wind, gently gesturing towards the river. I set out to the nearest station, past grey, worn out faces, a dog tied up outside a shop that looked like an old mop, looking up faintly as I passed.

Boarding the train into London, I looked around to find it almost empty, clanking along the rails in a slow but steady motion, steel on steel.

I met Claire down in Kensington High Street; she looked pleased to see me, happy and bouncy. Wearing a small frilly kimono type dress, her hair had faint touch of red to it today, and a pair of delicate earrings bounced around as she walked. I must have looked tired because she said I’d been a bit quiet. We stopped by some shops while she darted around, but my mind was a million miles away.

“Hey you ok?” she asked, frowning slightly.

“Yeah I’m good, come on lets go get some lunch.”

So we stopped by a small Italian place for lunch, calm and out of the way of the main street, and sat down to order. We talked about our summers; she’d been off at Greece for 2 weeks, and the tan showed it.

“So what did you get up to then?” she asked, sipping some coke.

“Oh not much. I’ve been working as you know, seeing some friends and going out a bit.”

“Oh bet you had fun, probably hooking up with some gorgeous girl while I’ve been away” she grinned, taking a slice of pizza

“Um not of course not” I laughed, and thankfully, she didn’t see through me. “Anyway work was great, should be really useful later, besides now I at least have some money” “Well you wanna go see a film after then?” she beamed.

It was already 3, but I figured I’d be ok, hoping Mindy wouldn’t pop by till later. I was already getting bored here, but I wasn’t going to say anything, in case she grew suspicious. Besides, I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to break up just yet, particularly as she was fighting with a best friend, and didn’t want to make things worse for her.

“Um ok, but I’ll need to get some money, my place is only round the corner”

“George?”

“Yeah what is it?”

“I’ve missed you ya know.”

She looked up at me, flashing her eyelashes and looking right into me.

“Come on then” I pulled her up, and kissed her gently. Her lips seemed almost unfamiliar, she was less confident then I remembered, gently searching for the familiarity. She sank, relaxed into my arms briefly, her hands drifting round to my shoulders to hold onto me. She pulled away and beamed, giving me a quick hug and we left, chucking some notes for the bill.

Outside it was overcast, the sun hidden behind a fierce dark cloud and the sudden cold made me shiver a little. She grasped my hand and we wandered down to my street. We just turned round the corner when a flash of gold caught my eye. I looked across the street to see Mindy, leaning against the wall, huddled up in a small greyish jacket, a dark coloured skirt, and a very tight lilac top that highlighted her features very well. One hand was stuffed in her jacket, the other was gripping a small bottle of something. She was leaning and swaying slightly, probably drunk, but she hid it quite well.

Claire noticed me staring and frowned up at me “Oi keep your eyes off that blonde you” she said, laughing nervously and tugged me away, looking not too happy and walking faster than normal.

But we were too late. Mindy looked up and smiled at me, waving slowly, then frowned at Claire. She bounced off the wall and ambled over to us confidently, smiling and brushing her hair aside, her shoes smacking loudly against the concrete.

“A friend of yours?” Claire asked nervously, looking up at me.

“Um yeah sort of” I smiled, my stomach turning, nervous. Mindy had come a lot earlier than I’d expected, and I shivered again, hopefully just from the cold.

“Hey George” Mindy beamed, jumping up to hug me as Claire stood aside a little

“Oh hey, all ok?” I asked, thinking of nothing else to say.

“Of course,” she said, clinging on a little longer than necessary, head rolling on my shoulders. She almost stumbled as she pulled away and smiled again.

“Oh do introduce us” said Claire, looking rejected and mildly annoyed.

“This is um..” I started

“I’m Mindy, Georges girl, who are you?” Claire looked confused, and Mindy continued,

“I would have guessed his sister or something but you clearly don’t share the same looks.”

“Excuse me!” Claire coughed “I’m his girlfriend thank you!” malatya escort Her lip trembled a little as her confidence began to subside and she turned to me for support

“Really? Oh I hadn’t noticed, George what were you thinking!”

Mindy jumped up to kiss me and Claire’s jaw dropped in shock, before she yanked me away, I was too surprised to do anything, feeling my insides turn uncomfortably.

“Look he obviously likes me oh, so much better, so just go away” Mindy snarled, grabbing my arm protectively. She slurred a little and leaned against my shoulder, an arm drifting up to my chest lazily.

Claire was too stunned to speak. She was hardly the forceful type, at least not like Mindy and her eyes welled up, looking like she would burst into tears at any minute

“Get off you brainless slut” she spat, trembling with anger

“Don’t you call me that, you don’t know me bitch” Mindy hissed back and stood between us. “You’re such a loser just look at you, sobbing away in the street…” she laughed cruelly, eyes drifting lazily towards me.

I knew then that Mindy was out of order, but I felt there was little I could do. In truth I did like Mindy more, the time away from my girlfriend I guess had made me lose interest, and in truth we never saw each other that much as she lived further away and had school. But this was too much now and I stood up

“Hey look enough, all right!” I practically shouted, and both girls stood quiet, Mindy gripping my arm gently and my girlfriend stood on her own, a tear drifting down her cheek as she looked unhappily up at us, her hair loose and messy.

“Look Claire, I don’t think this is going to work is it?”

“Because of her!” she blurted out, stepping closer

“Whatever” said Mindy, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, in a sort of perverse elegance.

“You can’t just take him off me” Claire sobbed

“Oh yes I can!” snarled Mindy, and suddenly her eyes lit up in anger, just like at the gig. She pulled away from me and reached in her jacket suddenly, pulling out a gun. Her hands trembling slightly, she aimed it towards Claire, her eyes blazing with a violent combination of drink and rage. Her blonde hair flared up in the breeze and a cruel smile came suddenly to her lips.

“He’s my baby now” she grinned, and my girlfriend turned and ran, leaving me standing in complete shock. I was worried now, my jaw still hanging open as Mindy gripped the solid metal shape in her hands, dark and cold like the centres of her eyes. This must have been what was in her jacket all this time. “Jesus Christ” I started, but I saw Mindy hesitate and she drooped her head, slowly lowering her hand with the gun.

“Mindy…just put the gun down,” I said slowly, keeping still trying to defuse the situation. Her eyes glazed over with a sudden burning passion and she shoved me forcefully against a car, hands tearing up my back and down the back of my jeans, her lips gripping mine fiercely as she moaned softly between us, her warm touch countering my shivering in the cold, hands scraping over my jeans.

I pushed her off and she looked hurt “You know I would never do anything to harm you baby” she gasped nervously.

“I know…” I started, but Mindy turned away and ran. I was totally confused; a hundred thoughts racing through my mind. Where did the gun come from and why did she have it? What was I doing? Was she crazy? Or was it just the drink? Was this a mistake or the best time of my life? I mean liking a forceful girl is one thing…but this?

I walked away to my dad’s house and opened the door. I’d been staying with him while working in London, as my accommodation still needed sorting. I was relieved when it was empty; I just wanted to settle in for a quiet night…

A few hours passed, I watched a film to try and distract my thoughts, waiting for my parents to get back around seven. My phone buzzed and made me jump, crawling across the worktop whilst my eyes drifted lazily over the TV.

“I’m sorry babe. Can I come over? Just a drink or something? I’ll be good…” From Mindy.

20 minutes later she stood at the door.

“So how’s things” she beamed, so careless, her gestures almost elegant.

“Everything’s fine babe, just a bit…confused?”

“I’m sorry” Mindy said, uncertainly brimming her voice, staggering in and spraying my scent with wine. She laughed and collapsed against me, looking down at my chest

“Mindy look I..”

But her lips got to me first. She almost collapsed in my arms, her head rolling but her eyes gleaming, hands sliding around my waist for support, pulling me closer.

“Look you’d best sit down” I murmured, and moved her to the lounge. Jumping down onto the big bouncy couch, her legs tangled up with mine, her head on my shoulder.

“Don’t talk baby” she hissed in my ear, laughing as her eyes darkened. She gave me a peck on the cheek and looked up.

“Missed me?” Mindy smirked, pushing me gently.

“Maybe…” I said thoughtfully.

“Well that’s ok I have you all to myself now” she laughed, and kayseri escort wrapped her arm round my back.

“Well…”

“Don’t you dare” she hit me playfully, and lifted off my shirt quickly.

“Hey hold on, the curtains are wide open!” I began.

“Then we’ll have an audience” she giggled, biting my lip and pushing me back onto the sofa. She straddled me, climbing on top of me and letting her hair drift slowly down my chest, like a receding wave pulling back into the sea, glimmering with gold.

She ripped off my trousers and suddenly took me into her mouth in one motion, her wet tongue moving slowly up and down with her lips around the base of my shaft, making me shudder with pleasure. I gasped and stretched out on the sofa, stroking her hair gently. She started sucking harder, making me feel her wetness, pressed up against the back of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down while her hands stroked around my waist, then running over the surface of my shaft before putting it back in her mouth again, smacking her wet lips together. She worked it harder, and I could feel myself start to build up, sweat dripping down my body.

“Come on baby” she whispered, rubbing me harder with her hands “Come for me, come on please baby, give it to me” Her hands rubbed harder, pinching gently across the tip, occasionally sucking, deep throating me suddenly without warning, licking the tip, each time making me moan, wanting to just burst all over her, Then she stopped. I was so busy enjoying myself I barely noticed she had.

I looked up to see her smiling, face hidden half in shadow, hair trailing down her eyes, dark smudged eyeliner applied unevenly all around. “Now it’s my turn” she whispered in my ear…”You can tease me first, or you’ll get nothing…”

I feigned a gasp of horror , smiling up at her, then pulled her down to the floor, running my hands ever so gently around her waist, pulling her towards my lips letting her feel my hot breath against her skin

“More..” she murmured, hands stretching with tension, pulling me down tighter till her soft skin brushed up against me, a moan escaping her lips as I worked my way upwards to her breasts, licking and kissing softly, my hands around the small of her back, undercutting her shoulder blades and sitting her up against the sofa. Using the other hand I traced an arc from her ankles, around her calves and to the inside of her knee, then down her thighs, brushing close to make her squeak as I rose higher, then falling down again, all the while my lips glazing off her chest.

“Yes…that’s right baby, let me feel everything, you know what I want” she groaned, hands running through my hair whilst my tongue teased the tips of her nipples, biting gently occasionally.

Her hips thrust up against me, warmly inviting me in but I continued, running up to work her neck, hands brushing round the inside of her thighs with the tips of my nails, pulling away just when I got too close, hearing her growl with frustration and stretch her legs out towards me, pulling me in closer as she wrapped them around me, our bodies pressed warm together.

“No more teasing now, I want you…” she said, biting my ear and scratching sharply down my back

“Not yet” I grinned back, trying to push her away.

Mindy’s hand suddenly shot up to my hair and tugged me forcefully downwards, yanking my hair sharply and pressing my mouth to hers, teeth clamping down painfully on my lips as she panted and breathed heavily against me, her hips thrusting up and down against my cock, warm wet flesh begging to have me inside.

“Now. Right now” she hissed, throwing me down to the floor and clambering on top of me, pinning my arms down, hard clamps upon my wrists.

“Jesus Mindy…”I started but was cut off. Her tongue invaded my mouth, a strong whiff of alcohol invading my senses as her hot flesh devoured me, a faint taste of blood on my lips, pushing me right into the floor, her gasping and wet juices on my stomach clearly betraying her arousal. Her teeth bit against my jaw as she pushed me lower down, urging me to go down on her.

“That’s it baby lower, please lower, I want your tongue inside me now, I need you inside me” she gasped, legs clamping around my neck as she lifted them onto my shoulders. Considering how drunk she seemed, she remained remarkably flexible. She pushed my face against her soaked pussy and I began to lick her clit, using the tip of my tongue to pry her open, her gasps so loud I though the neighbours might hear.

Throwing back her head she collapsed to the floor, thighs tightly pressed against my shoulders, thrusting up to meet me as I slid my tongue right inside her.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, pushing me down into her. She was close to cumming now, hands tugging and clawing at my back trying to push me deeper inside her, barely letting me breathe.

“Yes baby YES I LOVE IT!” she gasped through clenched teeth “More, more, you know how I like it, just to have you all to myself now, I don’t care about anything else, just keep going baby don’t stop…”I licked her faster and faster until she forcefully shoved me away. She grinned at me viciously before climbing over on top of me again, sliding my cock inside her, gasping and laughing with pleasure, giving me no chance to resist.

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Elizabeth and Kyle had been having a lust-filled relationship since they met about 5 weeks ago online. From their first date that ended with hot sex in his truck, to fucking in the woods on his 4-wheeler, to going at it in almost every imaginable place and position in his house, they had been like two horny teenagers every time they were together. But one thing they’d yet to do in all this time was actually sleep in the same bed together. Both single parents, with full-time jobs and Elizabeth’s ex still in her house (long story!), their schedules had never really aligned for them to actually spend the night together. And that really sucked for Elizabeth who often made the hour long trip to Kyle’s…and then back home late at night, struggling to keep her eyes open, exhausted after a hot night of sex and orgasms.

So, when Elizabeth had a night in her schedule that was going to work for a sleepover at Kyle’s, she asked him if he’d be up for it. He, of course, said yes and so the plan was set in motion.

The night before she was planning to spend the night, she texted Kyle, confirming: “Still down with a sleepover tomorrow? We can braid each other’s hair and talk about boys we like” she teased, adding a laughing emoji.

He replied, “…Only if we can have pillow fights and facials.” He sure was good with those double entendres.

The next day, she packed a bag with a few essentials: Cute little pajama shorts and tank top, sexy underwear, vibrator, massage oil, lube, and of course, toothbrush, deodorant and change of clothes.

She arrived down to his place after dinner and they greeted each other with a long, wet kiss. She stood on her tip-toes reaching up to him, her hands on his hips, and letting out a little “mmmmm” as their kiss became deeper and more impassioned. His hands moved from the sides of her face down to her shoulders and he pushed off her jean jacket and it dropped to the floor. He then started pulling up on her shirt and they broke their kiss long enough to lift her shirt up and over her head and it fell to the floor too. Now standing there in her lace bra and pants, she reached down to remove his shirt. Up and over his head it went and added to the pile of clothes on the floor. He began to push her pants down and she pulled them off the rest of the way and he did the same with his pants, removing his underwear too.

Completely undressed now, he sat down in a nearby living room chair and she crawled on top of him, straddling his legs. His cock was standing at attention and it was pressing into her mound as she leaned forward, their lips embraced in deep, passionate kisses. With her hands pressed against his face and his hands on her sides, their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, their lips plump and moist. His closely shaven beard just barely scratched at the skin on her face. She paused the make out session to catch her breath, sitting up and arching her back so her breasts struck forward. Still in her lacy black bra, he reached in and removed her right breast from the bra and began licking her nipple. She let out a moan in satisfaction as his tongue tickled her nipple and areola and he sucked her breast into his mouth. He grabbed the nipple tightly between his lips and pulled on it, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through her at once. He then removed her left breast from the confines of her bra and did the same to that one. He switched between little flickers of his tongue to broader strokes and sucking and pulling motions. She reached around, unclasped her bra and Kyle pulled it off the rest of the way. He then took hold of both of her round, white breasts with his strong hands and pressed them together, flicking his tongue quickly between each nipple. She was getting super wet and turned on and needed him in her now.

Unable to withstand feeling his rock hard cock pressing on her mound instead of being inside her, she eased herself up off of his lap to stand. She turned away from him, with her ass pointed towards him and began slowly removing her thong. She bent forward as she stepped out of it and let it drop to the floor. She knew he’d love that little strip tease and ass show. And he did. He leaned forward and gave her left ass cheek a little bite and then slapped it. “Ooooh!” she said as a little sting was sent through her.

She turned to face him and straddled him again, slowly descending onto this dick, letting it fill her up inch by inch, until their bodies were pressed together tightly. She let out a satisfied “Mmmmmmmm” as her warm, wet, velvety tunnel enveloped his cock. She then started moving up and down, slowly, squeezing her pelvic muscles as she reached the top of his cock, before releasing her muscles and sliding back down on him. She continued this slow, pulsating ride, the two of them moving in for kisses as their breaths would allow. With her hands resting on his shoulders and his hands on her sides, he assisted her in moving up and down on his dick. After riding him like this for a while, she began to speed up her motions, escort eryaman moving faster on his cock. Her natural wetness provided plenty of lubrication as she rode him fast and hard. He moved his hands down from her side to grab hold of her ass, then gave her ass cheeks a hard slap with each hand. “Oooh!” she cried out, the slight pain turning her on.

She knew how much he liked her ass: seeing it, slapping it, biting it, licking it…So, Elizabeth eased off of his cock and turned herself around on his lap to face away from him. He had a front row seat to her tight ass now. She slid back down onto his cock, his manhood filling her up again, and he let out a satisfied sigh as he took in the view. As she began moving up and down on his cock, he held onto her sides, his thumbs and palms gripping her cheeks, and assisted her in riding up and down on him. She was slightly tilted forward, grasping onto his knees, her tits bouncing around with each movement. Kyle then released one of his hands from her side, moistened his fingers in his mouth, and slid them down along her ass crack. “Mmmm, that feels good,” she said, responding to this sensation and then a louder “Aaaaahhhh” as he slipped one of his wet fingers into her asshole. He entered her tight tunnel, slowly at first, then as she continued her up and down movements on him, he began to thrust his finger a little harder and deeper into her hole. With her feet on the floor, Elizabeth adjusted herself to sit more upright and moved her right hand down to her mound and began rubbing herself. She moved her left hand to squeeze his balls. The trifecta of pleasure for her was causing immense sensations to course through her body and she couldn’t help but moan loudly as she neared an orgasm.

“Oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck!” were the only appropriate words for her feelings now and she yelled them out louder and louder until a climatic wave came speeding through her body. Her whole lower body quivered and shook and her pelvic muscles clenched and tightened until she finally released and let out a very satisfied “Fuuuuuuuuuucccccccck.” She pulsed her muscles on his cock, sending little aftershocks through her body. She let out a huge sigh and he carefully removed his finger from her ass and she then eased off of him slowly.

“Holy shit, that was intense,” she said to him, as she turned to face him again, still catching her breath. He smiled a big smile in return, always happy to satisfy her.

They got up, got some water, and then made their way over to the couch to chill out and watch some TV. Still naked, they snuggled up on the couch together and enjoyed the closeness of just being together. Kyle ran his fingertips along her smooth legs and up along her side, hoping to find a ticklish spot, but nothing – she wasn’t ticklish. Elizabeth knew just where to get Kyle and ran her fingers down his chest and then along his sides, until he gasped and tried to wriggle away. She giggled a little at his ticklishness.

As they finished watching their show, Elizabeth let out a big yawn.

“Ready to head to bed?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah, sounds good,” she said. “You wore me out,” she added, with a smile.

“Let’s go then,” he said, getting up from the couch and giving her his hand as she got up.

Elizabeth grabbed her bag and headed into his bedroom, unpacking her pajamas, toothbrush and the massage oil. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth while he did the same and then she headed back into his room. When he followed into the room, she looked up at him and said “How about a massage first?”

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that,” he replied.

She patted the bed, indicating for him to lie down next to her and he lay down on his stomach. She poured some of the massage oil into her hands, rubbed them together to warm it up and then began at his shoulders. Taking her time, she started with long sweeping motions with the palm of her hand down from his shoulders to the top of his ass. His body was firm and smooth and the oil was accentuating his muscles. Then, working her way back up his back, she fanned out her hands, away from his spine, pressing and kneading his skin, with careful but firm pressure. With her thumb and fingertips, she squeezed his shoulders, helping to release the tension he held there. She added more oil to her hands and worked down his strong arms to his fingers and then back up to his shoulders and neck. She leaned forward and kissed his right ear, tickling it with her tongue, and sent her warm breath into it, sending little shivers of pleasure through his body.

She then moved down his back again and to his firm butt, massaging and gripping it with her entire hand, before moving in long, fluid strokes down the length of his legs to his feet. With his body well oiled now, she pressed her chest into his back, rubbing her breasts over him, moving her body up and down along his back, ever so slowly. He let out a sigh and a low moan as he savored the feeling of their oiled bodies gliding together.

“Does that feel good?” she elvankent escort asked in a whisper-like voice.

“Mmmm Hmmm,” he replied with a gentle nod of his head. He slowly turned over, and they met for a kiss and then he said “My turn to give one to you.”

Never one to turn down a massage, Elizabeth gladly accepted and lay herself down on the bed on her stomach. He oiled up his hands and began moving them up and down her back in long strokes. Sometimes with his whole hand, sometimes with his fingers. He kneaded at the knots in her neck and shoulders and then worked his strong hands down her arms and to her hands. One at a time, he took each hand in his and gently massaged circles in her palm, moving across the entire surface of her hand. “Damn. He’s really good at this,” she thought to herself. She let out a sigh, as he released pain and tension that she didn’t even know she had in her body.

He then reapplied more oil to his hands and began moving down her ass and legs. He caressed and squeezed each leg carefully, massaging away the tightness in her quads and hamstrings. Then, with his hand turned sideways like a blade, he moved his oiled hand up her ass crack and it felt amazingly good. He slid it up and back, up and back, before taking his oiled fingers southward, sliding across her asshole, over her pussy and up her lips to her clit. He slid his hand up and back a few times and then teasingly finger fucked her a little bit before releasing his finger and sliding his chest up along her body, bringing his head next to hers.

“Thank you. That was really nice,” she said to him. Relaxed from their massages, they lay next to each other in silence, looking at one another and smiling, exchanging small, delicate kisses.

“Mind if I take a quick shower?” she asked, feeling a bit too oily for bed.

“Of course not. I’ll join you,” he replied.

They headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, taking turns soaping each other up. With their wet, sudsy bodies pressed together, they reached their lips together, hands sliding all over each other while the warm waters flowed over them, rinsing away the oil and soap. After feeling well rinsed, they toweled off and headed back into the bedroom. Elizabeth pulled on her tiny little pajama shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks and a thin-strapped tank top and crawled into bed. Kyle didn’t put on any pajamas.

“I get really warm at night, so hope you don’t mind that I sleep naked,” he told Elizabeth.

She chuckled and smiled at him, “Of course not.”

He slid under the covers and pulled her next to him, spooning her from behind. With his naked body pressed up against hers and his muscular arm across her chest, she reached her hand to rest under his, their fingers entwined. She turned her head back to face him; they whispered a good night to each other and shared a kiss before she turned back around and closed her eyes. Happy to not have to be driving home late at night, she felt totally comfortable in his embrace and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Maybe thirty minutes or an hour or two later – she really had no idea how long she’d been asleep – Elizabeth was awoken to Kyle pulling her pajama shorts to the side and gliding his very erect penis into her. She smiled to herself, enjoying this late night wake-up call and loved that he had just pushed aside her shorts and helped himself to her pussy. Without a word spoken between them, she pushed her hips back towards him, accepting his cock into her warm, wet tunnel. With his right arm over top of her, he held her tight, and pulled her close to him with every push. Her legs were bent and held tight together, creating even more squeeze on his cock. They slowly spoon fucked for a few minutes, gently and quietly, save for a few quiet moans from Elizabeth.

They continued their slow, rhythmic movements together until Kyle released from her, rolled her onto her back and pulled her pajama shorts off. He knelt in between her legs and eased his throbbing dick into her. He moved slowly at first, almost pulling out entirely then gliding back in. She let out a satisfied “ahhhhh” every time the head of his penis met her entrance. He then started pumping his cock hard and fast and her quiet moans increased in volume. She was fully awake now! In the darkness of the room, they could just barely see one another, but she looked up at him, biting her lip and delighting in this middle-of-the-night fuck. With regained energy, she began moving her hips, matching her thrusts to his. His balls were slapping against her with every push into her wetness.

Kyle then leaned his body down onto hers, pressing his weight into her. His pubic bone was grinding into hers, creating plenty of pressure – and pleasure – on her mound. She wrapped her arms around his body, her nails gripping into his back. She then pulled her legs from outside of his to in between his legs and crossed her feet, creating a super tight squeeze on his cock. He moved his pelvis in small circles and then in back etimesgut escort and forth grinds. The pleasure on her mound was building. She then clenched all of the muscles from her pelvic floor down to her calves. All this tightening of her body was sure to bring her to an orgasm.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she called out to him as she could feel a climax approaching.

He continued rotating his hips, grinding into her mound, and then like a damn bursting, an orgasm crashed through her body, her whole body releasing and trembling. She let out a very satisfied “fuuuccckkk” as ripples trembled through her. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, sending more waves through her body and then he pulled out of her slowly, sending another ripple through her body as he exited.

After giving her a minute to catch her breath, Kyle motioned for her to turn on to her stomach and she flipped over. He entered her pussy from behind. She let out an “oooooh” as her body was still highly sensitive to his touch from her orgasm. He then started thrusting hard and fast into her as she clenched her ass and raised her hips slightly to meet him. He pounded away furiously and she let out a series of “oh gods” and “fucks.” He picked up intensity and she knew he was close to release and then with a heavy exhalation, he shot his warm cum into her well beaten pussy, filling her up. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, milking it for every last drop. He squeezed back in response before pulling out, releasing a pool of his warm fluid onto the sheets below. He sat back and let out a very contented sigh and she turned to look towards him and chuckled happily.

He got a towel and they cleaned up and then collapsed back into bed, snuggled under the covers in the darkness. They turned towards one another, locking lips for one final time for the night and then fell fast asleep, worn out from the activity…and the orgasms.

At 5am, sunlight came glaring through Kyle’s bedroom windows even with the blinds closed. Elizabeth was an early riser, but not this early! Kyle was still fast asleep, snoring ever so lightly. She eased herself out of bed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and then crawled back into bed, trying not to wake him. She tried her best to fall back asleep, but after laying there awake for a while, she got fidgety. Kyle was laying on his stomach, so she began moving her hands very gently down Kyle’s naked body. Moving down from his shoulders, down his back, to his ass and then gliding them lightly back up again. Then down and up his arms, over his shoulders, and then back down his back and to his ass. She gave his butt a gentle squeeze. As her fingertips slid along his body, he didn’t even stir. This wasn’t waking him up. So, she moved to plan b.

She leaned down and began licking his ear with her tongue. She licked his earlobe, gave it a gentle little nibble, and then darted her tongue into his ear. He started to stir now and so she thrust her tongue into his ear again, letting her warm breath fall heavily into his ear. With that wonderful sensation awakening him, he eased over onto his back towards her and slowly began to flutter his eyes open. He wasn’t fully awake, so she continued running her fingers down his body, this time along his arms, then down to his abs and thighs, coming back up along his body. Her fingers found his cock and began running along it very lightly with barely any pressure. It began to stir awake and she could feel it hardening with each touch of her fingers.

Her hands continued their rub down over his body and then back down to his now fully hard cock. She pushed the covers and sheets aside and made her way down to between his legs. She lowered her mouth to his dick and began licking it lightly. She released moisture from her mouth, letting it drip down his shaft, before she encircled her lips around him. With her tongue pressed on the underside of his erection, she began moving her mouth up and down, tightening her hold as she reached the head. Every few times, she’d pause at the head and tickle it with her tongue, making sure to get to the underside and the sensitive frenulum. Then lips fully tight around him, she made her way up and down again. Fully lubricated with her moisture, she brought her left hand to his shaft and began moving it up and down in motion with her lips.

She twisted her wrist with each upward motion adding even more pleasure to her handjob. With her right hand, she began to squeeze and caress his balls, then moved her thumb down to his perineum and applied pressure there. With that added pressure, she could feel him tense up and heard him take a sharp inhalation. She knew he was going to burst soon. She kept up her motions on his cock, increasing in speed and intensity, squeezing hard with her lips. He took another deep breath in, then let out a gasp, and her mouth was filling with cum. She continued moving her lips up and down his shaft as he spurt his salty goodness into her mouth. After a few more short spurts, she released her mouth and swallowed his warm fluid. Some semen dripped down his shaft and she leaned back down and licked it up, moving her tongue from the base up to the head. “Mmmmm,” she said as she released her mouth from his cock and made her way up to lie down next to him.

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Nicki eyed her distorted reflection as she walked past the store’s long window. The shape, a blurred mirror image of her hot pink dress and the deep brown of her skin, looked strange next to the display of plastic mannequins. The distinct smell of rain-hitting-earth wafted up to her nose, though streets of downtown were dry. Without breaking stride she left behind the massive building as she did each time she went to Leo.

She breathed in more of the scent of impending rain. It was slight but distinct from the rest of downtown after several over-hot days. A stale breeze wafted across her legs and up her dress. Fitted and tight, she wondered if it would be unwise given the heat.

“Fuck it,” she thought, and wiggled in– she wouldn’t be dressed for long.

Leo loved seeing her in clothes that clung to her body. She saw it in his face; shock twisting into desire. His hands reached to run across the expanse of her belly and down the soft hills and valleys of her back. He whispered of how he missed stretching his arms around her and pressing his body into hers, heavy with the promise of delicious things. His voice was it’s own story; layered by veils of pain and victory and injections of testosterone that slowly winnowed back what he no longer wished to carry. After they would lay together, him on his back holding her as she traced the faded scars that ran across his chest, under his pectoral muscles. Nicki had watched them from the beginning, angry pink against his pale skin.

Before leaving she sent him a picture of herself in the dress and, by now, he was probably pacing– having seen the full expanse of her large body, fabric straining against her breasts that spilled out over the neckline. Although, she thought, it could be the dress or it could be the video call, where she let him watch as she put in a butt plug with strict orders not to touch himself until she arrived.

The plug moved inside her with each step and coaxed up quiet ripples of pleasure. The crack of her formidable ass was slickened with lube.

She entered the old building and strode to the elevator. The car lumbered upwards then groaned to a stop; the doors opened. Her clit throbbed with each step towards Leo’s door. She knocked and heard faint music within– one of the endless playlists he made in honor of their fucking. She heard the successive locks slide open, like a countdown. The door swung open and there he stood.

The moment hung heavy between them then burst as they came together, discorded clash of lips and teeth and hands and sweat. Nicki startled at the sudden intrusion of Leo across her senses; he smelled faintly of eucalyptus.

Together they wavered at the threshold, neither able to break the kiss. They took a few steps inward and upended a hallway table; keys and miscellanea clattered to the floor. Leo pulled away to slam the door shut and slide the locks into place, sealing them in. He turned back to Nicki and kissed her again, slower this time. He felt her lips, soft and full roll slowly against his own as the world fell away.

Kissing her was like riding a liquid current. escort eryaman He felt his chest tremble and pulled her body into his, seeking solace in her stable form. He slid a hand along her waist and his hand sank into the flesh of her back. When they were together he thought of nothing else.

Slightly taller, she smiled against his mouth. She felt the driving grip of his hand on her back. His kiss shifted into something sharper. Hungry. She slid a hand into his ginger hair and closed her fist to pull. Leo followed, breaking the kiss with a groan. Playful, Nicki said “You have greedy hands.”

Leo smiled, gasping, “Can’t help it.”

She shoved him back with affected exasperation, towards his bed. He staggered backwards, across the long columns of light that ran along his hardwood floor cast by the setting sun. He smiled and steadied himself. Nicki looked out across the city, now soaked in the same golden light. Heavy grey clouds gathered at the edges of the vista.

“The windows are closed, right?” Nicki asked Leo, “it’s gonna rain.” Leo nodded. Nicki turned around and pulled her long black curls to one shoulder. “Un-zip me,” she ordered. He obliged, eager, and unhooked the clasp that held the dress collar and slid the zipper down.

She spilled out of the snug dress as it folded down her body. Leo guided it down towards the floor and left it inverted at her feet. Leo stared, her skin glowed like gold overlaid in rich brown. He ran his hands along the silhouette of her bra, the textured lace surface rough under his hand. Nicki had yearned for his hands and the look of pure devotion that passed across his face when the dress slipped away.

He ran his hand down to her backside. He looked over her shoulder at the standing mirror behind her. She wore a high waisted brief that fit tight across her ass and revealed the rounded undersides. He gripped the flesh and shook it a little, desire surged as he watched her ass jiggle in the mirror. Nicki scoffed and reached down to pull his black t-shirt over his head. She pushed him back until he sat onto the bed. Nicki unhooked his belt and then his jeans and pulled them both off in a smooth motion. She kneeled to straddle him and he pressed his face into her breasts. She smelled warm, the sharp scent of her grapefruit soap cut through rich butter and cocoa tones.

He reached behind her to unhook the bra and let it fall from her shoulders. She rubbed her breasts and looked down towards him, soothing the skin just freed from the restrictive undergarment. He gazed at her bare chest for a moment and reached forward. Her breasts filled Leo’s hands as he ran his fingers across her nipples, dark brown and tinged with plum. A small gasp escaped Nicki’s lips as Leo grazed their oversensitive peaks. A wave of pleasure undulated through Nicki’s body.

“Bastard,” she whispered, mouth slack as her eyelids fluttered.

Leo smiled and teased her nipples until she pushed his hands away and stepped back. She ran her finger just under the high waistband of the brief then slowly worked it down her body. She turned and bent down to pull the garment away with deliberation. The motion elvankent escort revealed a glimpse of the hot pink grip of the buttplug and Leo gasped.

He popped up to kneel on the mattress and waved her over. She slid onto the bed, resting easy on the pillow. Her legs fell open, the thick expanse of her thighs leading to the soft curves of her sex now slickened and flushed pink by desire. Leo descended upon her, pressing his fervent mouth into hers. He kissed down her chest and took her nipple into his mouth, hot tongue teasing. She gave up a stifled groan and her clit throbbed in response, connected to her breast by a field of sensation across her midsection. Leo then traded his thumb as he moved his mouth to her other breast. Nicki moaned, properly this time, as she writhed against the bed. He moved down her body and bit into the soft flesh of her round belly. He ran his hands across the pliant skin and kissed down further still; he pressed his lips onto her fragrant mons. Lifting up slightly, he brought his lips up to her bent knee and ran them down the skin of her thigh. Nicki arched her chest in anticipation. He ran a finger along the lips of her pussy. She shuddered and he felt her thighs tremble. The buttplug had been a fantastic idea.

Nicki groaned, “Leo, what is wrong with you?” Her voice edged with desperation and Leo smiled. “You’re so wet for me,” he hummed, gently coating his fingers as he teased her pussy.

He circled her clit with the barest of touches. She writhed, seeking more friction. He pulled his finger back and gripped both of her thighs and licked the length of her sex with a long flat tongue. She responded with another strangled moan, so he did it again. And again, reveling in her building pleasure as he ran his hands along her thighs.

Nicki felt the muscles of her asshole clench round the plug and the smooth surface of the toy pressed deep inside her sent shivers throughout her body. She was already close to the edge. Thunder rolled across the now dark sky and her body shook as she clawed Leo’s sheets with her hands. Leo drew his tongue across her clit and sucked it gently. Nicki felt her abdomen tighten. The rhythmic movements of her body shifted to disjointed shudders under Leo’s steady focus. Droplets of rain began hitting the window. Nicki felt her body stiffen as her climax broke through. Her thighs clamped round Leo’s ears as he continued to suck her clit. He found their squeeze cocoon-like and missed the few moments of suspended silence when they fell away. He looked up at her and smiled like he could hardly believe his luck and affection for him bloomed in her chest.

He rested his head on her thigh, still between her legs.

“I want to fuck you,” he asked, “when you’re ready.”

Nicki nodded and stretched, reveling in the afterglow. Leo slid off the bed and padded over to a black storage trunk at the foot of his bed. Nicki heard the click of the metal latch and the lid creak open. Leo retrieved a black harness studded with silver bits and a dildo. He disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to give it a wash as always. Nicki was grateful for the interlude etimesgut escort because Leo was insatiable as he was meticulous.

Rain now pounded the windows. They had begun to steam up as the storm encroached. Leo padded back to the bed. She watched him slip the cock into the harness and step into the leg holes to secure it snug around his body. He walked over to his side table and pulled out a condom and small bottle of lube. He opened the packet and then rolled the condom down his cock then rubbed lube along its length.

He looked at Nicki. “I want to watch you take it out,” he asked.

Nicki smiled and slid forward to position herself on edge of the bed. She placed one foot on the floor and left the other leg bent and resting on the bed. She reached behind her and gripped the flat base of the buttplug still nestled deep in her ass. She gently worked it out, her body now pliant, and gave a mischievous smile back to Leo. She grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table to bundle it up and place it aside. She moved back to the bed and positioned herself on all four limbs then looked over her shoulder, smile now replaced with a heated gaze.

He gasped, seeing her look back at him. He stepped behind her and ran his hand along her sex, still slick and eager. He breached her gently with his thumb and found her yielding; he replaced his thumb with two fingers. Nicki murmured approvingly as he slowly fucked her from behind with his hand. He pulled back and gripped the cock. He slowly pressed the blunt head inside her. A smile spread across Nicki’s face at the promise of the raw stretch. Leo paused after a few millimeters and fucked her with a few shallow thrusts, drawing up pleasure within her gently. He pushed deeper inside of her. She dropped down to her elbows and she groaned into her arm as Leo slowly filled her.

Leo gripped the soft plane of her hips as he fucked into her with slow thrusts. Nicki groaned again. Leo watched the generous flesh of her cheeks ripple in tandem with the rhythmic pace of the cock. He brought a satisfying slap downwards and watched the flesh jiggle. Nicki responded with a gasp that edged on almost maniacal laughter. Leo did it again. Nicki savored the sharp pain that bloomed across her ass as the cock moved within her. She felt a slow build, like seismic shifts underground interwoven with the biting slaps of Leo’s hand.

Leo felt her tell-tale shudder. Nicki moaned helplessly, held in place by his iron grip and at the mercy of his steadfast tempo. She felt herself seize with pleasure, then her climax surged and consumed her entirely. Nicki screamed into the mattress as Leo fucked into her, relentless. Then he slowed his thrusts in time with her shuddering body until their movements ceased as one. He bent down and gasped for his breath, still inside her.

He carefully pulled the cock out and unhooked himself from the strap harness and let it drop to the floor. She moved up the bed to rest her head on the pillow and he slid in beside her. The glass of the window was now opaque. Leo slid his arm across her belly and rested his head on her shoulder. She slipped an arm around him and pulled him close. “I just need to gather my strength,” she said. Leo smiled and ran his hand along her belly.

They had made vague plans to walk to a bar nearby but now those plans seemed to wash away with the rainwater that poured down the glass.

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‘It’s red, Ryan, not blue, pink, purple, or any other color. I know you’ve fucked her before, but just because she has her thong sticking out doesn’t mean you need to eyeball it,’ I thought, rolling my eyes at him. “Hey, Gemma, could you run out and get the food, pretty please?”

She turned around and peeked at me. “Sure, Greta, I can’t deny the bride to be. I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, before heading out.

After we heard the door shut, I pushed him a tad. “WTF, dude?”

“What?” he whined, giving me a look.

“Oh, don’t even try that with me, you were gawking at Gemma’s thong. What, were you trying to read the tag?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, before pecking my cheek. “It won’t happen again.”

“Are you sure? It looked you were tempted to feel your cock. Is it hard now? If I feel it for myself, will it be hard?”

“Well, that’s not fair; do you know how sexy you are? How could it not be hard when you touch it?”

“Oh, don’t get cute. I know you two were together for a couple of years, and she became my best friend after you two broke up, but judging by you eyeing her so much, are you still into her? You’re marrying me, remember?”

“No, I’m not into her anymore; she might be beautiful-“

“So, you admit she’s beautiful?”

“Is that a joke?”

“Half joke, but you understand what I’m saying, right? I mean, she’s my best friend too. I asked her to be my maid of honor because of that, but is that a bad thing? It’d be one thing if I weren’t her best friend, but she is, and I asked her. She didn’t feel pressured to say yes, or anything else. So, you tell me, WTF? Are you gonna be able to marry me and leave her in your rearview mirror?”

“Well, you said it yourself, she’s your best friend, so I’m still gonna have to see her physically.”

“I told you not to be cute; I’m serious, so I’d appreciate a serious answer,” I made clear, closing the gap.

He turned his body to me and took my hands in his before kissing me. “She’s in my sexual rearview mirror, I’m marrying you, not her, and I’m looking to make you feel good both inside and out. Does that sound serious enough, Greta?”

“Yes, thank you,” I replied, before kissing him. “Just keep your eyes off her in that way, got it?”

“Yes, and you’re better in bed, just in case that was roaming through your head.”

“It wasn’t, but since you mentioned it,” I said, taking off my tank top. “Why don’t you prove it?”

“Gemma isn’t gonna be gone for very long, but you want to do it right here in the kitchen?”

“No one said your black cock had to come out and play,” I made clear, undoing my bra. “I just want you to play with my white tits for a few minutes before your black ex-girlfriend gets back, that’s all. You were eyeing her thong, remember, so you owe me.”

“I owe you?”

“Yes, by giving me a ring, you signed the deal, remember?” I pondered, leaning towards him and grabbing his hands.

“I knew I should’ve had a lawyer look at that deal.”

“Trust me,” I whispered, before kissing him and placing his hand on my melons. “You didn’t get a bad deal.”

“I love you, Greta.”

“I love you too, Ryan. Just because I have smaller boobs doesn’t mean you like me less, does it?”

“No, jealous lady.”

“Hey, if Gemma and I switched roles, she’d feel the same way. Now shut up and lick those white nipples. They might not taste like chocolate, but I know you like them.”

He grabbed them hard and licked my nipples ever so slowly. I placed my palms on the back of his head and pressured it just a tad. Needless to say, once he got into it, even with the notion of Gemma showing back up at any moment, he didn’t need to be persuaded.

I stayed on my feet and moved back and forth slightly. My panties were getting wetter by the second, and I vibrated too when I forced my weakness on him, so to speak. He let his slick tongue do the talking as it moved all over my nipple.

He knew me well and surely didn’t favor one tit over the other. He got both of them for me and did it well. All the while, I fondled his head and kept constant eye contact with him as well. I also had issues keeping myself standing straight, but he didn’t mind.

“I hope your cock is hard now because you do have your fiancé’s nipple in your mouth. I can’t reach down to feel it, but it is hard as a rock, correct?”

“Are you getting a little paranoid now, Greta?”

“No, I’d just like to ask, smart-ass. Don’t be afraid to undo my shorts too, and then you can find out how wet my pussy is, stud.”

“You’re one gutsy woman; I’ll give you that, Greta.”

“Shut up and please me as I rub your near bald head, Ryan.”

Oddly enough, he took my invitation to undo my shorts. He let one hand into my panties and did indeed find out how drenched they were then. I had to jolt a bit more and pressure his head too, but I stayed right there with him.

I felt him rub my slit ever so slowly, going back and forth and definitely making me want to moan loudly, but I kept a lid on myself. We didn’t know if we had five more minutes, escort eryaman or more like twenty, but either way, we unleashed the sexy beast and let it fly.

I wanted to utter many different things, but he didn’t need me to say a word. I had the perfect man on my boobs and pussy, and once I let the beast out, I had to deal with it. He licked my nipple swiftly and indeed moved his fingers quick too.

“Yes, just like that, Ryan. Lick and suck that nipple and scrub my pussy raw; you know you like my shaved pussy down there.”

“I do; I love you, Greta, but now you need to shut it.”

I laughed and even pushed my shorts and panties down as well. I got them down just past my slit and let it get some fresh air. I also pulled Ryan to me more and more, so he had to feel my body. I was nearly naked by then, but I didn’t care about Gemma coming back.

I felt him pleasuring me nonstop, and I surely soiled the tiled floor too, so it got rather wet. I wasn’t walking right then, so I wasn’t worried, but after a few more minutes, I pulled him up with me.

“Well, Gemma already knows what your cock looks like,” I muttered, undoing his pants.

I pulled out his rod and stroked it for a few seconds, but then I pushed him back on the chair. Then I forced his face back on my tits, but that time I knew his cock was out there. I couldn’t see it, but I didn’t care.

I just viewed his brown eyes, and as they looked at mine, and knew I was in for a bumpy ride come our wedding day. As I felt him both sucking on my nipple and fingering me so well, too, he wooed me to love him so much more.

As I added the possibility that Gemma could come back and see us, I felt more than thrilled, but high as the sky, so to speak. I couldn’t help it; we both had the same sexual attitudes when we started; we were going all out no matter what.

So, as I knew I had his wood out there, I had to get on his lap. First, I took off my shorts and panties completely and then sat on his lap. I grabbed his dick and stroked it some more as he grabbed my melons again and held them firmly.

“Yes, who says white girls don’t know how to have fun?”

“No one, Greta, you’re not in competition with anyone. Now keep rubbing, and then I’ll give you some white stuff, sound good?”

“Yes, it does.”

We stared again as he took my right nipple into his mouth. He gripped my tits as hard as he could too, which was a little too hard. I didn’t mind, though; I loved it all too much already.

I made sure to keep rubbing his member too, and I felt it vibrating more and more as time went on indeed. I moved myself back and forth again, which also made him move as well. We had the wooden chair come off its legs too, but we didn’t worry about it tipping.

As if that wasn’t enough, I hit him with my boobs too. “Take that, and that, horny man.”

He didn’t add to that and just took it all. I saw the man that loved me so much openly take titty abuse, so to speak. He kept his eyes closed, but surely kept a smile plastered all over his face too.

“You’re feeling my jugs, but I have my butt cheeks down there too, so feel them, you’re marrying me, and my entire figure comes with the package.”

“May I feel a bit better somewhere else first?”

“I see no issue with that,” I added, grabbing his dick and guiding it to my slit.

I stayed on my knees, even though the chair was uncomfortable, but my pussy still got to feel his stiff wood.

It went in there deep right away, and I arched my head back. “Don’t you love it when you listen?”

“Yes, are you happy?”

I giggled and looked up towards the door to the living room. ‘Gemma?’

We looked at each other for ten seconds, but then Ryan took my nipple back into his mouth. I bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds and glanced back at him. I jerked around a little bit and felt weird indeed.

As I saw Ryan close his eyes again, I viewed Gemma again. “What the fuck?” I mouthed.

“You two are smoking hot,” she mouthed back.

“Go away.”

I saw her licking her lips with her hand down her panties too. Whether I liked it or not, Rayn and I put on a show, and she was an attendee. Needless to say, she liked what she saw even though she couldn’t see his cock or much of me.

She saw my clothes on the floor, so I didn’t even have deniability either. If she wouldn’t willingly leave, then my hands were tied at that moment. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I’d have something to talk to her about, though.

‘And you want another piece of this chocolate bar, don’t you?’ I thought, before leaning my head back. “What do my nipples taste like anyway, Ryan?”

“Well, strawberries, I guess,” he answered, before kissing me.

We made out for a moment, and he closed his eyes again. I couldn’t help but to see Gemma again. She helped herself watch us from roughly twelve feet away and please herself. She managed to keep a lid on her mouth, but moved around a bit more.

I didn’t know what to make of that turn of events, but it seemed both Ryan and Gemma still elvankent escort wanted one more crack at each other. I felt his dick vibrating, so I knew his limit was coming too, but I still couldn’t blow the whistle on Gemma.

After another minute, I leaned back and fucked him raw. Even as she saw my hooters flopping around a bit, she didn’t look away. I didn’t know if she was just horny or what, but for whatever reason, I felt good enough for her to see his cock.

I got off him and got on my knees to the side. That way, I could make him stand on his side, and then she could see it. I let it dangle untouched for a few seconds, and I looked to verify that she eyefucked him.

She blew me a kiss and kept her hand in her underwear. Then I took Ryan’s cock in my mouth and gave him one good blow job. I let my lips go back and forth ever so slowly, and he placed both hands on my head too.

“Oh, if I didn’t already love you, I would now,” he moaned, caressing my head.

I didn’t look at her again because I didn’t want to alert him of her. I wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but I’d thought it would be fine if she got to see him cum. I didn’t even know why I got off on her watching, but I did.

I didn’t put on some full-blown show for her, but a simple one to give her a thrill. All the while, Ryan kept his hands on my head, and Gemma could still see my breasts too. I wasn’t sure if she genuinely liked that or not, but I’d find out by the time I got him to shoot.

“Well, Gemma might give good head, but you’re still better, Greta, I promise. Yes, maybe I checked out her thong, but I love you, and I did love her too. You’re the only one I’m going to walk down the aisle with, I swear. I’m happy that you two are besties.”

I gently let his rod out. “Can you say with absolute certainty that you don’t want to have sex with her again?”

“What, no, I’m with you, Greta.”

“If you say so,” I added, taking it back into my mouth.

I couldn’t get him to confirm it, but I knew it. As he slanted his head back again, I peeked at her again. ‘You’re blowing me another kiss and even flashing me too. Well, you do have a sexy pair too; no wonder he loved you so much.’

A few seconds later, I turned my head back to him and watched the results. His hands kept moving up and down on my head, but I didn’t utter a word for the time being. He allowed me to do all the talking with my mouth, but not with words.

I let my lips move back and forth slowly, but also took small breaks too so she could see his rod. I knew her eyes weren’t gonna move away even for a second, and I still couldn’t help but to check on her a few more times over the next few minutes.

Gemma only had the fact that I was so horny working for her, so I kept going and waited for him to cum. I surely knew I’d get it because he was marrying me for a reason. So, I sucked even harder on his dick and made the pleasure intensify.

I surely wanted her to see what she lusted after, so I gave her just that in due time. She watched me suck the life out of his member like a huge piece of candy. I wanted the full flavor, so to speak, and by then, I did show off my blow job skills.

I never put a ruler to his schlong, but I knew it was long. I still made sure to let her see me deep throat him. He definitely moaned louder and covered his face too. So, I knew his go time was coming quickly, but I didn’t hold out on him until that last second.

After another minute, he looked at me again. “Oh, here you go, babe, let me give you white cum on your white jugs,” he moaned, unleashing his load.

As he closed his eyes again, I glanced at her. She was cheesing and still playing with herself too. I didn’t watch his seed come down, but I felt it. Once again, I felt some real sensation from her, but still, we’d need to talk.

“Oh, there’s nothing like a good orgasm before you eat, Greta,” he added, pulling me up with him. “I love you,” he whispered, before kissing me.

“I love you too,” I replied, before wiping my chest.

We got dressed, and she conveniently waited until we were done. We ate dinner, and then he went to the bathroom afterward.

Then I went right to her. “So, what the fuck, bitch?” I giggled.

“Just to be clear, are you mad?”

“No, not exactly; I thought laughing would make that clear. So, you want to have sex with him too?”

“I guess,” she confessed, breaking eye contact and rubbing her face. “Maybe it’s just because I know he’s officially off the market. I had no idea he was looking at my thong, though.”

“Okay, if you say so. You just caught me by surprise, but I was horny, and you are my best friend. I’m not gonna get mad for you wanting to have sex with him again, but if you acted on those feelings, obviously, it’d be different. Wait, you haven’t, right?”

“No, you bitch,” she whined, pushing me. “What kind of best friend do you think I am?”

“Let me make it up to you. You want to do it with him one more time; he wants you again, so why don’t you have sex with him?”

She etimesgut escort backed her head away. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, why not? I have an idea for his bachelor party. I don’t give a damn what his best man Johnny is planning; I’m sure what I have in mind is much better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Just go move your car down the street real quick, and I’ll tell him you needed to leave. Then just stay by the front door and come in a few minutes after he comes back in here. We’ll surprise him good.”

She licked her lips for a moment, but placed her hands on my neck and kissed me.

I laughed a tad, but let her kiss for twenty seconds before yanking her lips away. “I’m sorry, but shit, I love you. You are the best fucking friend there is.”

“I love you too, now hurry up and go.”

She skedaddled, and a moment later, Ryan came back in there. “Hey, where did Gemma go?”

“She said she had some such shit to attend to, but with her gone again,” I said, putting my hand on his crotch. “Maybe we could get things going again, don’t you think?”

“I can’t say no to that, Greta,” he responded, before kissing me.

We made out for a moment, and I blindly undid his pants again, but with one hand.

I still managed to get his cock out after a moment. “There’s your hard friend,” I muttered, before peeking at the hallway wall.

I saw Gemma peeking out, but she knew to stay put for the time being. Then he wrapped his arms around me and began snuggling with me for a moment.

As he did, I peeked at her again. “Get naked,” I mouthed.

“Everything?” she mouthed back, waving her arms up and down.

I nodded as I kept stroking his rod. As she got undressed, I calmly got down on my knees on the floor and looked at him again. We didn’t speak, but I got the bottom half of his body completely nude.

“I know what you want, Ryan, so lie your head back and close your eyes.”

“Okay, hun,” he muttered, before doing that.

I didn’t grab his rod, but waved her in, though. She was quiet, and as she got close, she crawled to me. I put my fist in front of my mouth and opened my mouth, so she knew what I wanted her to do.

Needless to say, she had no objections. So, I cleared the way for her, and she stopped in front of him. She grabbed his rod and rubbed it for a moment. I had to watch her face to see her react, and of course, she cheesed like she just won a million bucks.

“Oh, I love those hands, Greta.”

“I know, but don’t you dare look at me. If I see one eyeball, there will be hell to pay.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

Before she arched her back, she had to lean to me to kiss me. “I fucking love you,” she whispered as softly as possible before leaning to his cock.

From one second to the next, his cock entered her mouth without him even knowing it. He moaned and placed his hands on her head too, but didn’t even notice her head wasn’t mine. I never compared our hair, but obviously, it was similar.

He listened to me and didn’t open his eyes. He just relished the pleasure, and needless to say, she did too. Although, she still didn’t press her luck and overdo it. I witnessed her sucking on it ever so slowly, just as I was doing it for him earlier.

So, it was good she saw him then, and she grabbed his wood too. I could tell immediately she loved it, and I had to play with my pussy to the sight of it too. For whatever reason, I loved the sight, and I couldn’t believe it, but it happened.

I had to check out her smoking hot body too, and obviously, I could tell how easy it was to fall for her. It wasn’t about skin color for him, but us. I couldn’t be certain of her exact motives, but I didn’t really care.

I just cherished seeing her suck his black wood and him caress her head too. He had no idea it wasn’t me blowing him, but he’d find out in due time. I let her work out her desires and suck it nice and slow for the time being.

She let it go down a little further after a few minutes, and she indeed made him jiggle a bit more, but he kept his eyes closed. I had to check on him to continually make sure of it, but he did it. I had my own personal adult film taking place in front of me, and I loved it.

I had no idea she still had such lust for him, but she proved it to be true right in front of me. She held his wood somewhat tightly and let her lips make him jiggle and moan. Every time I saw his cock get covered again, I had to twitch.

I almost felt like I had a black dick, and she was sucking on it for me. For whatever reason, I loved the sight and just wanted more. I wasn’t sure how far I’d like her to before we dropped that bombshell, but I knew we’d find out.

Until then, I just relished seeing his hands go all over her head and him smiling too. He breathed slowly and paced himself well, but on the other hand, I still wanted to see him explode, though.

I calmly grabbed my phone and typed a message to show her. It read, Keep sucking, and maybe titty fuck him until he has to cum, then he can see just who his seed attacked, sound good? She nodded, and she smiled as much as she could too.

I got to see it even more as she calmly released his rod. Just as I suggested, she spread out her melons and stuck his cock in between them. Right away, he jiggled a bit more and moaned too.

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