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After my friend from the farm next door went into military service, I had more time to date women while attending college. At a dance party celebrating a football game victory I happened to meet a young lady that had gone to high school with me. Debra was a little chubby, still carrying some baby fat I guess, and shy acting, but really attractive. She had long, honey blonde hair framing a pretty face with dark blue eyes. She stood about 5’7″ tall with an hourglass figure, accented by 38D breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded buttocks.

At the dance we spent a lot of time with each other. I couldn’t help but notice she wriggled close to me during the slow dances and was full of energy for the fast numbers. When she pressed her body against mine, I could swear I felt a moist warmth in her loins even through her dress, panties, I assumed, and my slacks and underwear. As the party drew near closing she asked me if I was going home that night. I answered affirmatively, as this was my habit on the weekends to go spend some time with my family about 20 miles from the college.

She then asked if I would mind driving her home since she had been drinking some although she showed no signs of tipsiness. She just acted like a happy girl having a good time. I didn’t mind driving her home. She lived only a few miles from my family’s farm on a larger farm with her mother and father, who was also a friend of mine and a deacon in one of the local churches. We left the party, and on the way home, once we got out of the city, she snuggled close to me on the front bench seat of my pickup truck as we talked about our high school days and current activities. I could smell her intoxicating perfume, Estee Lauder, I think, and feel her soft hair against my neck as she lay her head on my shoulder.

Debra was working as a secretary for an attorney and had just started taking college classes part time at night. Telling me about her work, she was soon relating to me a story about some pictures she had seen in the attorney’s office when he was working on a divorce case. The pictures, taken by a private investigator, were of the wife in compromising scenes with her lover. As Debra described the pictures in explicit terms with just a hint of embarrassment, but it seemed to me, more excitement, I sensed she was touching herself intimately in the dimly lit cab of my truck. Stealing glances as her story continued, I noticed she was palming her breasts, even touching herself between her legs.

I was getting excited by her descriptions, especially with her touching herself, and felt my cock stirring in my trousers. As my erection grew firmer I moved to adjust myself for more comfort.

Debra giggled and asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Just a bit,” I answered, “but it’s okay. Go on with your story.”

Then, boldly, she asked, “Are you getting horny, Will?”

“Well, yes, I am, Deb. Your story is exciting me,” I answered her.

“Maybe I can help you with that then,” she said, and I felt her hand on my upper thigh. “Has any woman ever taken you in her mouth like I was telling you this woman was doing her lover?”

“No, Deb, no woman has ever taken me in her mouth. As a matter of fact, I have never had sex with a woman,” I answered her honestly.

Debra felt the outline of my cock through my trousers.

“Will, you’re hard as a rock,” she said. “That’s got to be uncomfortable. Let me take it out for you.”

I was a bit shocked at this new brazen behavior of a woman I had always known as a shy farm girl, but my cock was throbbing at her touch and straining hard against my clothes, really uncomfortable. I scooted forward on the seat and opened my legs, struggling to keep steering the truck straight on the two-lane country road. Debra undid my belt, the clasp and unzipped my trousers. She fished inside my underwear and pulled my cock through the flap exposing it to her steady gaze.

“Is that better, Will?” she asked. “It’s so big almanbahis it had to be really cramped up in there,” she said as she smoothed her delicate long fingers and soft palm down then up my shaft for the first time.

“Ummmh,” I moaned, “it feels better, Deb.”

She kissed me on the cheek and neck; little dabs with her wet lips, and stroked me steadily. She smeared her thumb around the precum that emerged from my pee slit and slicked my cock with the stream of slimy juice now running from my flared crown.

“Do you mind if I kiss it, Will?” she asked.

“Kiss it, Deb, kiss it,” I breathed huskily.

She bent her head, her hair flowing loosely over my crotch. I felt her lips touch my mushroom head, then her tongue, kissing, licking as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast in my hand.

“Mum, yummy,” she said, her words muffled as she continued stroking me and took the head of my cock between her lips. Bobbing her head up and down in the confined space underneath the steering wheel, she licked, sucked and stroked me.

“Aaaaah, Deb,” I groaned. “I can’t drive like this. I’ve got to pull off the road.”

Her only answer was to go down on me deeper, taking more of my slimy cock in her mouth. In familiar territory about half way between our farms, I steered the truck into a long-abandoned field alongside the road. I stopped the truck, turned off the ignition, and we both scooted across the seat to the passenger side of the cab. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes, her lips glistening with her saliva and my juice.

I took her in my arms and kissed her wet mouth, just little lip touches at first, then our tongues tangling back and forth inside our mouths. As we kissed she kept stroking my cock. I felt her cheeks, neck and breasts with my hands. Still kissing, I moved a hand inside the top of her dress, inside her bra and felt her erect nubs jutting out from her soft globes of titty flesh. She unfastened her bra in front letting her firm, full breasts free. I kissed down her neck, onto her upper chest and took a nipple in my mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked it, moving my hand to her other breast, then I moved my mouth to her other nipple. Still stroking me with one hand, she unbuttoned my shirt with her other hand and put her tender hand on my hairy chest, feeling my hard nipples responding to her touches.

We kissed mouth to mouth again. In a continuous, flowing motion of our hands, we removed my shirt. She arched her hips off the seat, pulled up her dress with my help, and peeled her panties down, and again with my help, we worked them over her buttocks, down her thighs and calves until they dropped to the floor. I felt the smooth skin of her belly with one hand, her indented navel, lower still until my fingers touched her soft, curly pubic hairs.

“Ummmmmh, oooooh,” we moaned into each other’s mouths.

Fondling her breasts again, one after the other, with one hand, as she kept rubbing my chest, my taut stomach, and stroking my cock with squishy sounds of her hand sliding up and down my length, I moved my hand through her bush over her prominent mound to cover her pussy.

I trembled a bit in surprise as I felt how wet she was there. Her soft, hairy pussy lips were a virtual swamp. There was so much of her girl lubricating juices that I thought she had peed on herself, but it was much slicker than pee and the aroma wafting up to my nostrils was heavenly. Running a middle finger between her soaked outer lips, I felt a stiff nub long than her nipples at the apex of her slit.

She shuddered and moaned when I touched it, and more juice flooded onto my hand. I moved my finger between her outer lips spreading them like the petals of a rain-drenched flower and felt the gentler softness of her inner lips. Moving my whole hand against her, I felt another flow exude from inside her and heard her moan again. I bent the tip of my finger and felt it slide inside almanbahis giriş a gushy but tight, so tight, little hole. She pushed her hips forward causing more of my finger to penetrate her until my palm and the backs of my other fingers were pressed against the wet softness of her open labia, both the outer, hairy lips and tender inner lips.

Debra broke contact between our mouths pulling her head to the side. With her lips close to my ear and still sliding her hand up and down my slimy cock slowly as I fingered her tight, wet hole, she said breathily, “Will, I want you inside me baby. I want your big, hard thing in me.”

“Okay, okay, Deb,” I said. “Let’s get out of here and into the back of the truck. I’ve got some straw, a sleeping bag and blankets back there.” “Oh yeah, let’s go,” she said urgently.

Releasing each other, we adjusted our clothes and climbed out of the truck cab on the passenger side. Debra let her dress drop back down covering her with the top still down and her breasts swaying. She picked up her panties from the floorboard of the truck and threw them on the seat. I pulled my pants up enough to walk with my cock still out, bobbing as I followed her down the side of the truck and over the tailgate into the truck bed.

While we knelt in the straw covering the bottom of the metal bed, I unrolled the sleeping bag, spread it out, and covered it with two blankets for extra padding. Debra lifted her dress over her head, revealing her complete nakedness to me for the first time. I yanked off my shoes and socks and removed my trousers. My shirt, which we had already removed, was laying on the seat next to Debra’s panties.

As I watched in total awe, beautiful Debra lay on her back, spread and lifted her legs resting her heels on the padding. Her youthful breasts stood up firm, glistening with my saliva, her nipples protruding stiffly. I knelt between her legs, close, leaned over her slightly and guided the head of my hard cock to her hairy, juice-covered pussy. She reached her hands and arms up to me holding my muscular back softly as I swabbed my cock up and down in her slimy slit feeling the hardness of her erect clit in contrast to her fleshy lips. Aiming right at her tiny hole clearly visible to me in the moonlight I eased forward. The engorged head of my cock spread her slowly, my slick, veined, throbbing shaft slid into her.

What a gloriously wonderful feeling. So tight enveloping my cock, but so wet and soft. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort or unhappiness, I eased further and further into her until our pubic hairs mashed together, my balls rested against the crack of her ass. Her thighs closed against me, and she moaned, “Oh, Will, it’s wonderful. It feels so good.”

As tight and resisting as they had been her pussy walls clamped tighter around me. A flood of her juices squished between us. I pulled back slowly feeling her channel collapse around my cock. When the ridge of the head reached her inner lips, I pushed my hips forward sliding my cock all the way back into her.

“Oh, Will,” Debra moaned again.

I leaned over bringing my chest to her breasts, our stomachs together, my cock deep inside her. Our mouths came together, locked into a tongue-tangling kiss. I moved my hips. Debra moved with me, humping up to bring me back into her. Her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, always tight, then tighter, as she worked her stomach muscles in time with our movements. Still flowing juices she was so wet it felt like stepping barefooted into a mudhole as my cock worked back and forth in her. Her pussy squished and sucked at my shaft and the head of my cock resisting my pulling it back, drawing me back into her. As we picked up our pace our juices were actually splatting between us, spraying onto our stomachs, thrusting loins and upper thighs.

I couldn’t take much of this. In a few more strokes, I started moving faster back and forth into her until almanbahis yeni giriş my muscles wouldn’t move any faster. Pounding into her quivering body in short, fast strokes I started cumming. Glob after glob of creamy jism shot deep into her. She humped into me her pussy still clenching and releasing, then she let out a scream of sheer pleasure and bathed us with her own juices. Throwing her head from side to side, she kept grunting, moaning and squealing.

I buried my cock deep inside her and just hung on as she thrashed underneath me. Soon, she stopped, and we lay there, joined together, breathing raggedly, our juices and sweat covering our bodies. We kissed. We nuzzled. We told each other how good it felt. I was still hard, and grew even harder, back to full erection, as she did that thing with her muscles on my cock. In a few minutes we were moving together again, working toward a second orgasm for me, who knew how many for Debra. She had cum at least once hard, told me later, she had a continuous series of little orgasms the whole time we were playing with each other and fucking.

We stayed in the truck bed until daybreak, except for a couple of pee breaks. After my second cum, I pulled out and rolled on my side to rest for awhile. As soon as I could stand for her to touch my tingling cock, she stroked it and sucked it until I got hard again, and we fucked some more. We worked together in several different positions through the night – doggy style, her on top, side by side, and the beginning missionary position. I didn’t cum every time we fucked, couldn’t, but I stayed semi-hard to hard and shot a load into her four times. By the time the sun came up white clumps of my jism was running out of her, but she was so juicy on her own my cum didn’t make much difference in her wetness. The only time she seemed a bit dry, oddly, was after she peed squatting beside the truck.

When we fucked with her on her knees and me behind her our juices, mostly hers, covered me from my stomach to my knees. The sweet elixir even pooled on the blanket where I knelt. Her buttocks and the backs of her legs were drenched, some even splattered onto her back. As we moved my cock in her sweet twat, I could see her anus, crinkled, lenslike winking at me. I rubbed that sloppy, wet star-shaped hole with my thumb causing her to moan louder and juice even more on my cock.

When she was on top she lay close against me and moved her hips like a man. In every position she worked her inner muscles clenching when we moved away from each other, relaxing just a bit when we pushed together. If we lay still she sucked my cock with her pussy when I could stand the feeling on the sensitive head.

We even tried a 69 with her on top of me sucking my cock and fondling my balls, but I couldn’t take it. I was drowning in her juices with my mouth clamped on her splayed open cunt and my nose against her anus, which smelled of her musk. It was okay when I rolled her over onto the bottom and licked just her jutting clit as she spewed on my face again and again. Debra and I spent a lot of time with each other after that night, and I guessed she told some friends about us. Soon, I was getting dates with lots of women – friends of Debra, one of her co-workers at the law firm, coeds from the dorms, and sorority members. Debra and I enjoyed sex with each other, but neither of us ever spoke of loving the other.

She entered the Miss USA pageant for our state a couple of years later. She won that contest and was a competitor at the national level, but only finished fifth among the contestants. I never saw her talent competition. She sure looked great in the evening gown and swimsuit contest, but I did not watch her talent performance. I figured I had already enjoyed her best talents – her sensitive clit as big as the end of my little finger, her gripping inner muscles, and soppy quim.

She had slimmed down quite a bit as she matured as a woman. Later, she married a sales manager and settled down to raise a family. I see her now only at five-year school reunions, and we never talk about our past pleasures, only current achievements. But I still get a big tingle when I think of her tight, juicy, active pussy, beautiful body and pretty face.

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Every summer a group of friends I’ve known forever, and I, get a beach house down by the shore for a week. The party is different from year to year.

Everyone decided they would bring someone along on the trip. I didn’t invite the girl I was “sort of seeing” (we weren’t exclusive). I did, however, invite this fine hottie I met on the train a month ago. We had been chatting it up on the phone every other day or so. Her name was Halle and she was only twenty years old (two years younger than I was). She was a looker and lived up in the Bronx. We communicated by phone and email. Our exchanges were both friendly and flirtatious. These exchanges sometimes became hot and heavy with things like:

“So how’s the pussy?”

“Trimmed and delicious. ”

“Really? I have to try it some time.”

“How’s the dick hanging?”

“Thick and eight… “

“Hmmm… sounds filling. “

Halle intrigued me. She kept insisting we hook up on a date but I kept refusing because I was already seeing someone. Finally, I gave in and invited her out to the shore with my friends and I.

I could tell she wanted to fuck me; I too wanted to fuck her. I wanted to sink my dick in her coochie. We all met up at the shore at the big wood frame beach house. Later, almanbahis giriş when we all went out in the nice summer water, Halle wore a red two piece bikini. There was no question that she had a nice, tight, thick, voluptuous body. I instantly got hard at the site of her.

Later that night, at around ten, my desire for her intensified when she invited me to sleep, with her, in her room. Once in the room, she started kissing me. She said I was really handsome, and I was a guy she really wanted to fuck her tight, wet pussy. I was stunned but managed to return the complement

She described some of the preparations she had made: she brought her own condoms (all colors and flavors), lotions and creams, and a feather, grapes, and many more.

“Grapes?” I asked. “Are these for a snack between fucks.”

“You’ll see,” she replied teasingly.

Faster than a snake can shed its skin, Halle had her bikini off and in a very small pile on the floor. She was spread-eagled wide on the bed, and was twirling the fingers of one hand in her “trimmed” bush. She invited me to join.

Her fat tits and juicy ass commanded me to strip and join her AS.AP. She was already wet as I slid my cock inside her and began to suck her tits. As I pumped her almanbahis pussy, she screamed so loud that I could hear my friends cheering and snickering out on the deck. Halle was very tight.

“Sex with you is by far the best I’ve had,” she said.

“I bet you say that to all the guys. “

“No, really! You make me feel really good and you’re very big.”

As she said that, I filled her tight taco with my love sauce. Her heels were on my ass and she was clenching my cock with her pussy muscles to squeeze every drop out of me.

With her knees in the air and her heels on her ass, Halle stuck two fingers in her pussy and used my juices to wet her clit and put her fingers in her pussy again. She got up on all fours, doggie style, and yelled, “eat me now!” Her ass looked so good that my tongue led me to it. I started fucking her with my tongue and started sucking her clit when she pushes back on my face.

She came very violently. She went to the bathroom and came back with a sly smile on her face.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. ”

“What is it?”

“Wait. “

I started falling asleep when Halle announced, “It is time for the grape game.”

“What???”

“Watch. “

She sat spread-eagle and almanbahis giriş started popping about four grapes into her wet pussy.

“Now I want you to suck these grapes out of me as slowly as you can.

I was wide-awake now and before I knew it my head was between her legs licking her pussy. I tried my best remove the first grape and it was difficult I sucked her pussy lips like a vacuum.

The second and third grapes became easier as I got better but the fourth grape was the hardest because it was so far back. When I finally got it she moaned loudly and released her juices onto my tongue, grabbing the back of my head.

She grabbed my face and pulled me up; she knelt down in front of me and put her mouth on my crotch. She began sucking on my balls and licked her way up my cock. She seized my cock in her hot mouth and gave me the longest and best blowjob of my life. She deep throated my eight and a half inches of man meat and my balls too. She knew when I was about to come because she removed her mouth and caught my thick load on her breasts. We literally flicked until the sun began to rise; that is when we went to sleep.

A week and a half later, and twenty messages I finally got in touch with her. I was feening for that good pussy. She refused and had me strung out for a whole month before she fucked me again. After that I was only given some of that fine piece of ass once a month. It was driving me crazy but I managed. We are a couple now and I get it on a weekly basis, and that is still not enough.

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Last Day of Undergrad

POV:

Hello, my name is Julia and I am a senior at Miami University. I’m 5’5 with dirty blonde hair, B cup sized boobs, and my friends love saying I’m slim thick. I have three tattoos with my last one coming on my 21st birthday a few weeks ago. They are on my left ankle, behind my right ear, and left wrist.

Come join me on my last day of undergrad. I hope you enjoy!

Story:

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.

*Turns off alarm

I yawn as I notice the time on my alarm, it’s 8:30am. Today is the big day, my last day of undergrad. I’ve been waiting for this day for the last 4 years and I cannot be more excited. From the parties to the late night study sessions with my girl friends, college has been amazing.

I have one class today, but I have to go shopping for a graduation dress. Class is at 10am, so I have plenty of time to wash clothes and clean up the house. After my sophomore year, three of my girlfriends and I decided to live off-campus together. It’s been fun every since. Each of us have different majors, but we all study and party together. Sometimes our fun times can be heard as well… our house has very thin walls.

Thinking of this, I noticed I left my vibrator on my dresser last night. I move to place it in my dresser, but I remembered how I wasn’t able to use it. My roommate, Ashley, needed help moving out. By the time we finished, I was too tired to do anything.

*Clock turns 8:45am

I figure I do have some time to enjoy myself before class. My mind starts to reminisce about the last time I had sex. Jason was my best friend with benefits and someone who treated me right. His dick was 8″ long and thick so it was a major plus. One night he was over and things got steamy. He was kissing me behind my ear as he was fucking me in laying down doggy position. I could hear his moans as he slide in and out of me. Each stroke stretching me out, filling me up with his big dick. The strokes felt so good as he fucked me. Thinking about him moaning in my ear is turning me on. As we switched positions, he told me how good my pussy was and how he couldn’t almanbahis wait to cum for me. He laid me on my back and put my legs on his shoulders and started to fuck me. I could feel how wet I was getting from this position. We locked eye contact with one another before watching him sliding in and out of me. He picked up his pace and started fucking me harder. As he slides fully in me, I can feel myself getting closer to cumming. I told him to fuck me harder. When I told him I was about to cum, he told me let’s cum together. He kisses me as he starts to cum inside of me. I kissed him harder in return as my orgasm rushed through me. I can still remember the feeling of his dick being balls deep inside of me as he filled me with his cum. I loved every second of it.

Being lost in my thoughts, I start to rub my body, slowly rubbing my boobs. I love when they are played with. I slip one of my hands underneath my shirt to massage them. I can feel myself getting turned on… I slip my other hand underneath the covers, reaching my underwear.

Being teased is one of my favorite things. As I’m massaging my pussy, I couldn’t help but to let out a soft moan. This feels really good, I can feel myself getting wetter. I take my underwear off and grab my vibrator. I couldn’t help but grin as I turned it on, knowing my pussy has been begging for this. Placing it on me, I can feel the vibrations rushing through my body. My hips start to grind against it. I’m holding it tightly against me, feeling myself getting closer to cumming. My moans start to get louder. I close my eyes and become lost in the moment. I’m about to cum. Fuck, my orgasm rushes through me in waves. I slip out a loud moan as I’m cumming. This is feeling too good.

I turned my vibrator off once my body settled down. I open my eyes and can feel the instant relief in my body. I lay there for a few minutes before turning my vibrator back on, I’m still really horny. I press my vibrator hard against me, letting the vibrations rush through my body. I grab a handful of my sheets as the sensation gets stronger. My body doesn’t take long to cum again. almanbahis giriş I let out a long moan as my orgasm rushes through me. The rush leaves me exhausted and feeling good. I love cumming twice because it leaves me feeling great afterwards.

I lay my head back and my legs flat. I rub hands across my body, feeling how hard my nipples are and how wet I am. My thoughts start to wonder on if anyone was home or did anyone hear me. Only Jessica and I live on the second floor, so hopefully she’s not home. It’s okay if she did. It wouldn’t be the first time she heard me or me hearing her. My roommates and I are pretty open with our sex lives.

*Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

*Second alarm goes off, it’s 9:15am.

I have to get ready, so I get up and head for a quick shower. After my shower and drying off, I slide on a matching pair of underwear and a bra. The outfit for today is black leggings and a t shirt with my university on it. It’s 9:30 before I leave the house, just enough time to stop at the Starbucks on campus!

During class, I could only think about how many times I came this morning and how I’m wanting more. I wish I could take care of myself now, but maybe I can do it later after shopping. Luckily, we were only turning in our final projects today. I needed a 60 on it to pass the class with an A so I’m not too worried about it. I say my final goodbyes to Dr. Clark and some of my classmates on the way out. It feels weird knowing my last class as an undergrad just ended. While heading to the store, I could help but reflect on the last four years.

*Enters Macy’s Department Store

Macy’s always fascinated me with their clothing options. The aura of the store always places me in high spirits. After searching through their dress selection, I picked out two knee high dresses to try on. One is white while the other is blue.

Once I was inside the changing room, I take my shirt off then my leggings. I didn’t realize how wet I was until I seen the damp spot in my underwear. Thinking about this morning did turn me on a lot. I’ve always been secretly into being naughty almanbahis yeni giriş in public places. I stood in front of the mirror as I think about how naughty I can be.

I start to slowly rub my hands across my body. Playing with myself in inappropriate places turns me on. I use to love when my ex teased me in public. I slip my hand inside of my underwear to massage my pussy. I easily slip one finger inside then a second one, fuck I’m so wet. A moan slipped out as I start to pick up speed. I cover my mouth as I start to finger myself harder. In the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice how much I’m enjoying this. I could feel myself getting wetter as time went by. Picking up pace, the ecstasy rolls over. I drop to my knees as I cum in waves. My body shakes as my body finish cumming. Fuck, I’ve never came like this before. I’m breathing hard as I’m trying to regain myself. I couldn’t help but notice how soaked my fingers were including where I was kneeling. My mind is loving the sensation of being naughty in public.

Before I could stand up, I hear a knock on the door…

A lady asked me “Are you okay, dear? I heard someone fell.”

*Breathing hard

Me: “Yes, I’m okay, my phone dropped so I tried catching it.”

Lady: “Okay, baby. Be safe”

Me: “I will, thank you!”

Okay, that was a close one. Surprising enough, it just turns me on more knowing I was almost caught. I stand up with the biggest grin on my face. I continue trying on the two dresses… settling on the white one. I got dressed and proceeded to the cash register to pay.

Lady Cashier: “Did you find everything you were looking for?”

Me: “Yes, I’m happy I found this cute dress.”

Cashier: “I agree, it’s very pretty. What is the occasion?”

Me: “It’s my dress for graduation. I’m graduating next week.”

Cashier: “Congratulations, I wish you the best. Your total is $25.07. Would you like to pay with debit or credit.”

Me: “Thank you so much. Debt please.”

Cashier: “You’re welcome and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Me: “Thank you, you as well. Also, I spilled some of my water in the dressing room by accident.”

Cashier: “Okay, I will have someone clean it up. Thank you.”

I couldn’t help but smile when I got in my car. Being naughty is fun. Maybe I should more things in public the next time out. I wonder what I could do next…

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Male/male bisexuality. If that’s not for you, you may want to skip to part 5 to see how the story ends. In any case, I suggest you read parts 1 through 3, but it’s not necessary.

As everyone began to descend from their orgasmic pinnacle, Meryl looked me in the eyes and said, quite matter-of-fact, “You haven’t tasted Carmella’s pussy, have you, dear?” Before Carm could respond, Meryl looked to Mitch “Precious, I did rather promise him a taste.” With a speed that belied his years, Mitch climbed off Carmella and scrambled over my face. He was holding out his hard dick, dripping Carm’s cum. Still straddling my cock, Meryl purred. “It’s time, dear. Mitch has been so patient. And her pussy does taste so yummy.”

I saw Carm hide a smile behind her fingers, her eyes wild with lust. Mitch’s cock was so close I could smell her arousal. Meryl began rocking her hips on my cock.

Carm slid over and kissed me. “Do it. Suck my cum off this wonderful man’s cock.”

And I did. Opening my mouth to welcome this new experience, Carms’ cunt nectar dripped across almanbahis my tongue; delicious. Meryl was now fucking me hard, screaming “Dear yes dear.” I saw Carm staring at me, frantically dragging four fingers across her clit and into her soggy pussy.

With a strange clarity, I realized that Mitch was only doing what I have done with many women. I shared the juice of their (or other’s) pussy off my cock without a second thought. I tried to think of all the things I love in a blowjob.

Mitch looked a bit surprised when I reached around to grab his ass cheeks, but his usual gentle smile returned as I pulled him down, slowly taking his long cock into my throat. I felt my own cock swell as my hips thrust upward. Meryl shrieked.

I started licking around the head. I brought one hand down to lightly caress his balls and he slowly pushed deeper. Feeling him get bigger inside my mouth gave me a sudden thrill. Fucking Meryl faster and harder, I matched the speed of my mouth sliding back and forth over this incredible cock.

I heard Carm almanbahis giriş shout my name and looked down to see her sucking Meryl’s bare chest where her nipples used to be. Insane with lust, she shouted again, “DO IT! TASTE MY CUM! GIVE HIM THE FUCKING BLOWJOB OF HIS FUCKING LIFE!”

Mitch was beside himself. He was in the back of my throat, fucking me with passionate abandon. Catching his cock head against my palate, I swallowed hard, letting my throat muscles massage the sensitive ridge. Mitch cried out “YES!” so I did it again. “FUCK!”

Meryl was screaming something about cumming, but I could only hear Mitch begging me to NEVER FUCKING STOP! I deep throated him one more time and his cock swelled as he filled my mouth with cum. I coughed, then remembered how Janice pulls back so just the head is in her mouth. This gave me several more manageable mouthfuls of salty Mitch to swallow.

I bucked my hips up and fired cum deep inside Meryl. Another shriek and I could feel her squirting over my cock and balls.

Humming softly, almanbahis yeni giriş Mitch lifted off my face and down my body. “The cowboys cry ‘Ka-yippie aye!’ Deep in the heart of Texas” His dick, still half-hard, dripped along my chest. Suddenly, there was Carm, licking the cum and saliva off my chest. Grabbing my head, she kissed me with a ferocious passion, ramming her tongue into my throat, deliriously scooping the remains of her and him and me into her mouth.

I felt Meryl rock forward on my hips. I opened my eyes to see her resting her hand on Carmella’s bare back. “Easy, darling.” In contrast to the raspy screams of moments ago, her voice is soft and calming. “Carmella, sweety, give the man a chance to breath. He’s had a big day.”

Carm slowed to softly kissing and licking my chest. Mitch was standing above Meryl, offering his hand to help her stand up. Carm sighed, “Oh god,” and slid down to gently suck my soft penis. I wanted to reciprocate but my limbs wouldn’t move. Once she was certain of a job well done, Carm climbed back up my body. Bringing her face close to mine, her breath carried the essence of all our mutual pleasure.

“We need to talk, mister.”

I smile.

“I mean, we really need to talk.”

Then Mitch was standing over us, holding a glass with ice and amber liquid. “Whiskey?”

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(This continues from Part 3 in the bedroom)

How do I want her?

Maisie is laying back on the bed, her legs apart, knees slightly raised.

I could take my slowly awakening cock, kick start him into life and see if she wants fucking.

But, she’s in the moment and it’s all about her and her pussy, not me and getting my rocks off.

“You okay Richard?” she asks. “Don’t stop please. Lay back for me”.

This is different, I want Maisie at my mouth this time.

She gets up and stands beside the bed and I can see dampness all over the tops of her inner thighs.

She is wet.

Very very wet.

“Sit up with your back to the headboard”.

I comply as she climbs back onto the bed and kneels over my legs. This is like a game of Twister and Maisie is choosing the colours and body parts and where to put our limbs.

I slide back, moving the pillows. I’ve an idea where this is going now.

She hitches a leg over both of mine, now straddling both of mine and starts to slide up towards me.

Yes I get it. You’ll have to stick with me on this.

Slowly, she slides up my legs, a hand on my shoulder to steady herself and eventually she’s as good as sitting in my lap, our sexes close together.

Playfully she grinds down on me, my cock partially awake but still in his rest period and I look forwards, her wonderful breasts inches from my face.

“Mmm” she emits, her hips moving and ass grinding down on me more and more. Is this my cue to get ready for some one on one action? I’m ready for that is she is.

But no, Maisie has other ideas as she raises herself slowly up, her breasts rubbing against my face, her luscious nipples by my lips.

Without hesitation, I lick them both, the reaction a moan followed by a giggle.

“You really like my boobs don’t you?”, I’m asked.

“Of course, they are marvellous”, and with that, I suck her right nipple but momentarily as Maisie has other ideas, raising herself up more and more, both her hands now on my shoulders as her stomach is now before me.

I lick out my tongue as it catches in the silver ring at her navel. I toy with it, licking it left and right as she giggles. I’m guessing its more purely decorative compared to women who have their nipples and clit pierced and I will admit, decorative or not, it looks really nice.

Finally, Maisie is almost standing up in front of me, the pubic bush above her pussy tickling my nose. I’ve never considered this position before (despite seeing it in porn) and it’s quite pleasing.

I can smell her femininity — the taste that is often on her fingers.

I slide my hands around Maisie’s behind, each hand holding a buttock as she guides the folds of her pussy towards my mouth.

Here goes Richard, the final part of the starters on the morning’s menu, served up by a sexy teen.

While I can’t see where she is, I sure as hell can in my mind’s eye; standing on the bed in front of my as I lay back, the happiest man alive.

In an instant, I lick out my tongue, it grazing against the lips of her pussy and allow it explore in the same way my fingers did earlier.

Flicking like a snake’s, it finds her outer lips and then slides in between as a slow groan emits from the recipient.

I’ve got her sexual map in my hands and I’m holding it the right way up it seems.

I lap at Maisie’s pussy juice, it tasting of that weirdly pleasant combination of salty sweat and metal at the same time, a not unpleasant familiar smell and I love every hint of her aroma.

I can both smell and taste her as I lick up and down, from her clit to the little smooth area just above the opening of her butt. I pick up a steady pace, licking and tasting as she holds onto my shoulders, making occasional noises and squeaks in time with the pleasure being served by my tongue.

My hands grip her shapely buttocks and I’m thinking to myself that I must, at same stage in the future, buy a full length mirror for my bedroom — not quite a mirrored ceiling — so I can see for myself the spectacle of myself and Maisie together.

“Oh Richard that’s good”, she says, her hands gripping my shoulders as I move my tongue towards her clit, “Don’t stop, I love it”

I don’t. Why would I stop at this moment?

I could introduce a finger into her pussy or even toy with her anus but decide that’s something, maybe, for a hopeful later time.

Maisie releases her hold on my shoulders and places her hands behind my head as she starts to squirm, all the while I’m still lapping at her pussy and licking and teasing clitoris.

My face feels soaked as if I’ve plunged head first into a basin of water but, instead it’s just from the juices emitting from between her legs and both of our body sweat.

“Oh god yes”. “More!” and “Ooh there” emit from Maisie’s mouth along with a surprising little growl as she grips my head tight.

“Yes! Yes! YES!”

I slide down the bed a little, Maisie moving with me so her purring pussy is now hovering over and as good as riding my face as I push my head up, my tongue almanbahis now gently slipping in and out between the folds of her sex, her nectar dripping into my mouth with each lapping, me wanting more and more and, the noises I can hear, Maisie too.

I’m sensing this moment is going to end with more than the little shudder from earlier.

I’m right.

While not gushing like a fountain, I feel a sudden additional wetness over my face, Maisie panting and moaning as I continue to lick but only to be prevented as she moves her hand towards her pussy, a sign I recall that often means ‘stop’ or more like ‘OMG no more, I’m over the edge’.

“Yes!”, “Wow!”, Maisie cries out, releasing the grip that her remaining hand has on my skull then slowly lowers herself to sit in my lap again, moving backwards slightly onto my legs.

“That was amazing”, she says in between gasps.

She throws her arms around me and we kiss, no longer the discrete exploring peck on the lips from earlier in the week but full on, lips mashing, tongues darting to and fro.

I’m coated in Maisie’s cum and unless she’s lost her sense of taste and smell, she will know it’s there.

“Mmm I taste good”, she says, “Did you like it?”

What a question. Of course I liked it. “Oh my god yes,” I reply, nodding my head.

“I love being licked and fingered”, she admits. “It’s just a case of not all guys will do it”.

I wonder if Tom does? While he looks a good footballer, with all of the gear and kit, I wonder how well equipped he is in the bedroom?

“You’re good Richard. No. You’re more than good. You’re a pussy eating expert”.

We both laugh. I’ve earned another star. ‘Pussy Eating Expert’. Nice!

—

I don’t know if it’s an age thing now with me but, when in the bedroom with a woman, the resting moments are just as important as the action.

I really value the time out. It’s nice. It’s full of kisses, cuddles, talk and giggles.

We are both laying, side my side, naked. I’m kind of glad I don’t have a mirrored ceiling now as we’d be looking at each other I bet as we move closer together, hands resting here and there.

“Is this your usual Saturday morning routine then?” I ask, laughing as I turn to Maisie and see her giggling, an amazing sight itself as it makes her breasts jiggle at the same time.

“Nope. If I’m not watching football training and Mum doesn’t want to go shopping, I stay in bed”, responds Maisie. “I did used to go to the gym but had nobody to go with and got bored on my own”.

I was about to say that lovemaking supposedly burns off calories but swerved that out of my head.

“Did you like what I did first?”, she asks. I will admit it wasn’t my usual starting place in the grand world of foreplay but, yes, it was utterly amazing.

“Yes, I didn’t expect it and I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard”. She milked my cock like a seasoned professional.

I have to ask. “Where did you learn to do it?”.

Maisie laughs. “Dare I say I saw it online. The Internet is such a good place to learn though I’ve never done it until now.”

I feel honoured that she chose me to hone her skills upon. I guess there are so many sites now where you can either read or just watch porn.

“You fancy a new gym buddy?” I ask. She laughs. “You’d get worn out!”

“I’m not worn out now and I won’t at the gym.” I nudge her and laugh.

Maisie rests her hand on my legs. I look down, my cock now at half mast and jutting up from between my legs.

“Looks like someone is awake?” she says and reaches to hold it, her hand gently starting to stroke, up and down, as we both lay there, looking.

“He’s been awake a while”. I know because I had stroke while I had Maisie at my mouth earlier.

She continues to stroke my cock and I feel it harden more to her touch. I will admit I’ve never enjoyed being in the bedroom with someone as much as I am with Maisie.

“Do you have any lube?” she asks.

I reach over my shoulder to the bedside drawer and pass her a small squeezy container.

“Oh, you’re prepared,” she says as she spots the condoms, takes a few out of the drawer, leaving them ready.

I was kind of proud at that moment. Firstly of myself for taking the initiative to buy some and Maisie for wanting to use them.

She squeezes a little of the lube onto onto her hands and returns them to my cock, stroking up and down the full length of my shaft. I want to get involved but I hesitate to see what Maisie chooses to do.

A few moments of stroking and I’m as hard as rock and more than ready to go. Her action is, once again, wonderful, stroking up and down, twisting, going from the tip down to the balls and back up once more, over and over

A condom foil is now in her hand, she opens the corner with her teeth then taking both hands, then expertly rolled down my cock.

Putting condoms on, I always feel, is a fine art, like trying to get a tent back into its bag, and Maisie seems well versed in condom application and probably tent packing too.

“I almanbahis giriş hate these things Richard, but I hope you don’t mind”.

No, of course not.

“No, it makes sense”. I reply. We have been intimate so far but this is next level stuff.

She smooths her hand over the sheathed beast and then looks at me and smiles.

“May I?” she asks, as she starts to guide her body down the bed and towards my cock.

I laugh. “Be my guest darling.”

I called her darling. Hope she doesn’t mind.

In a swift move, Maisie is both holding my cock and, like getting onto a bicycle, lowering her pussy over the swollen cock head.

I look down and it’s a wonderful sight, especially as we slide together, watching as her labia engulfs my cock and hearing her moan as the girth widens the entrance to her pussy.

I feel her hold still for a moment, I savour the moment while she gets used to the size of what’s encroaching inside her.

“Ooh it’s big” are the words that come from her mouth, her lips in a O shape as she breathes slowly as she bares down.

Bit by bit, Maisie slowly slides half way down my shaft and it feels exquisite.

She starts to ride on my cock slowly, just the head sliding in and out of her pussy at first, her hands steadying herself on me as I hold her arms gently.

I gently thrust with her, not wanting to push all of the way inside, but helping, sometimes going a little deeper in each time.

I wonder how much she can take of my cock?

As I’ve said, I’m an average size as I guess most men are and it’s often the female who knows how deep to go or not.

Maisie is keeping a steady pace, me slipping nicely inside and withdrawing but not too much that I’m out completely and need putting back.

It feels wonderful and, as you can imagine, I’m watching both the expression on her face and her huge breasts bouncing up and down before me.

We kiss as she rides me — the advantage of facing each other in this position with her wrapping her arms now around my neck as we embrace.

I hear a grunt as I realise her pussy is now hitting my balls, my entire cock now swallowed up inside her. I didn’t feel her take my full cock in but she must have felt ready.

That feels deep.

Deep and somewhat tight too.

She has her eyes open as I look into them.

“Oh…..my…..god” she says slowly as I now push my cock upwards, thrusting over and over in sync with her.

She calls my name as we continue to make love, our bodies joined together as one, the pace steady but firm and just as I feel she could again be reaching another mile marker, she pulls up and off of my cock, giggling as her pussy makes a slight pop sound.

We both know it’s not over yet and just a quick change of position for us.

Laying back on the now almost stripped bare bed, just the bottom sheet remaining, Maisie opens her legs, her pussy wide open and inviting me back in and I waste little time returning my cock there.

Gripping the base, ensuring the condom stays put, I guide it between her legs, nudging them apart with mine, as I hold the tip of my cock at her warm entrance. There’s something to be said about the traditional ‘missionary position’ isn’t there? It works every time!

Sensing no resistance, I slip back in easily, my movements accompanied by a long slow groan from the young recipient who is wrapping her arms around me as I lower my body to hers, kissing her as we start to motion together.

I slip deep into Maisie this time and now I want to take the lead a while as I place my hands on her shoulders, raise myself up and start to pump into her harder and faster than when she was on top.

I’m in heaven and I feel her pussy quiver, her eyes darting glances at me over and over, as we both move together, my cock providing her with pre-orgasmic pleasure.

Her legs wrap around my buttocks, pulling me into her as she grips my cock tightly in her pussy like a vice, squeezing it and smiling as she does so, seeing my face and the effect she is having.

The earlier sensuality and exploration as now ended and we are now at pure animal instinct, using each other’s bodies for pure sexual pleasure and fulfilling each others wants and needs.

Maisie raises her knees and pulls them towards her breasts, her pussy completely open to me, allowing my cock to ‘bottom out’ inside her female depths.

Little squeals emit from her mouth as I reach under her ass and hold her as I’m at that state of fucking over and over; her pussy taking every push and pull of my manhood it can take, her hands now gripping me to the point I can feel her nails pressing hard against my flesh and all I can do is push on, serving us mutual pleasure through the strokes of my cock.

“Richard, oh Richard”, she says, partially calling out, partially whimpering.

“Go on all fours for me!”, I tell her out as I slide from her sex, still hard and wanting to deliver.

“Yes!” is the response I hear, as Maisie flips over, toppling on the bed then raising herself almanbahis yeni giriş up on her knees and supporting herself on her hands. I position myself behind her, my cock jutting out before me and her pussy, open and dripping ready to be filled up once more.

What a wonderful sight too — her beautiful ripe pussy plus the star shaped opening of her anus, both looking up invitingly at me. Maybe we’ll explore there some other time?

Gripping her hips, I look down to my cock as I slide into her pussy, a gasp coming from the teen as she receives it directly into her depths this time.

She pushes back at me, desiring me, wanting me, and I return to fucking hard from the outset, my balls slapping against her as we make love to each other, all other senses totally abandoned.

Everything has led us both to this moment and it was worth the wait.

Maisie lowers her head to the mattress and I’m thrusting into her like a piston in an engine, my cock in and out in a blur as we fuck and I’m at that point, again, I can feel I’m going to cum and my finale is not far away.

Reaching forwards, I grab her by the shoulders and pull her back up towards me as my cock starts to spasm, my balls tighten and are ready to burst and eventually I lose control as they start to empty into her.

“Yes Richard, yes” she cries out. “Cum in me, cum in me”.

I don’t hold back.

My cock spews out a wad of cum, contained neatly for us as we both feel it gush, me calling out “Yes!” in a mix of delight and surprise and Maisie exclaiming a string of obscenities as she felt my emissions spurting inside of her, ending with “…fucking yes!”

She shudders and makes a yelping noise as my balls empty once more with a final thrust, the cum hitting the tip of the protective but still with enough force to be felt inside her.

I slow up, our bodies still one, as I gently ease in and out of Maisie, my cock now softening.

I can feel my heartbeat — it’s raised and racing — that’s what she’s done to me and it feels amazing.

Who needs the gym?!

I take hold of my cock and the sheath it’s encased within and slowly and gently withdraw.

“Ooh that tickles” she says as my cock slips from her.

It must be a strange sensation, to be filled with a guy’s hard cock then a soft one.

I stand and walk into the en-suite, remove the sperm-filled condom, wrap it in a tissue and put it into the bathroom bin.

I would have happily filled Maisie with my cum over and over but I do have some scruples and feel it’s a responsible thing to do, especially as we are both still strangers to a degree.

—

I turn around and look at the bed.

There lies a goddess.

A large breasted, sexy young goddess.

A goddess of a girl I’ve enjoyed spending the morning and some of the afternoon, I assume without looking at the time, making love with.

A goddess who’s half my age but managed to get us into my bed.

I don’t want things to end here and finger’s crossed they won’t.

I want more of her.

Again and again.

Another day.

Actually every day if I could.

Maisie is laying back, head on the pillows, looking up at the ceiling and I can hear her breathing slowly still as she looks over at me.

“Hi sexy man”, she says, smiling.

“Hi sexy girl”, I reply. “Are you okay?”

“Yes I am” she responds, “…still coming back down to earth a little.”

“That good eh?” I ask.

“OMG the best.” I take that as compliment. I do hope she means it too. OMG. LOL.

I look her up and down, sweat on her forehead and between her breasts and her pussy, glistening and soaked with a mix of secretions, her thighs too, covered in sweat and her nectar.

“Shower?” I offer.

We both agree it’s a good idea and judging by the aroma in the bedroom, we both need it. I open a window to let fresh air in and the smell of our sex out.

“Yes please”, responds Maisie, hopping off the bed and bouncing across the room like a puppy.

The shower is just big enough to house to two of us as long as we don’t attempt any gymnastics and I turn the water to a medium temperature and allow my guest to go first.

Sitting on the loo, I watch as Maisie starts to shower herself, water cascading off her shoulders and down her body, her hair slicked smooth with shampoo and water.

She washes herself down as I pass her my body wash. Thank goodness I use fruity ones rather than more manly aromas. Thank goodness Richard you don’t use Lynx!

As she turns away from me, I admire her ass once again — it’s lovely and a perfect shape — not bubbly but perfectly round and smooth. She bends over to wash her legs and I’m greeted with a divine sight of first the opening of her ass and then her pussy.

“You like that?” she says, reaching under to smooth over both holes, presenting them to me.

“I certainly do!” I reply as she turns and puts both hands under her breasts and thrusts them at me and jiggles them from side to side.

“I like those too”, I say as she smiles at me, her soaped hand now between legs, washing her pussy and mound.

“They’re all yours.” Maisie replies. A strange thing to say but it’s lovely to hear. “Your turn”

She hops out of the shower and wraps herself with a large towel as I go under the water and takes my seat.

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Stuck in the snow!

So, my names Steve, and I’m eighteen years old, and last year, I got stuck in the snow with my hot blonde stepmother, Jessica.

Now, Jessica has been married to my father for a few years now, and as soon as I saw her, I could see why he married her.

Jessica was hot, really hot, she was in her early forties, and tall, with long blonde hair, a slim tanned body, and a cleavage that must have been double D’s that she squeezed into every tight top, she wore.

Anyway, last Christmas my father decided we should go away for the holidays, somewhere where they had plenty of snow, and it really felt Christmassy, so, he booked us a nice luxury wooden lodge in the mountains, with all the trimmings.

However, unfortunately, as he was working on a big important project for work at the time, he wouldn’t be able to join us until a few days later.

This as it turned out wasn’t a problem, as Jessica, then suggested that it would be nice, if me and her, drove up to the lodge, because she always wanted to see the scenery up there, on the way.

So, the next day, we packed her car with all our bags, climbed in, and excitedly drove off to the mountains.

Several hours later, we were driving through big green forests as far as the eye could see, surrounded by huge mountains covered in white snow, and as we climbed towards our destination, I could see why Jessica wanted to drive up here, the view was pretty spectacular.

Then, as we continued upwards, into the heart of the mountains, the thick white snow grew deeper around us, until it became almost impossible to tell where the road ended, and the forest started.

Then it happened, as we rounded a tight corner, the car slipped sideways, there was a sudden thud as we came to an abrupt halt, and we were half buried in a big bank of heavy snow.

“Oh crap!” my stepmother exclaimed, annoyed we had slipped off the road.

She then tried to drive us out, pushing the accelerator down as hard as she could, and turning the steering wheel vigorously to the left, but, it didn’t work.

In fact, nothing she did worked, and after several annoying minutes of trying to get the car out, it was soon pretty clear, we were stuck, and going nowhere fast.

“Let’s get out and try pushing it!” she then suggested.

So, we did, but despite our best efforts, it still remained jammed in the snow bank.

We then stood for a moment, on that cold, wintery day, looking up and down the road for anyone coming along, who might be able to give us some help, but there was no one in any direction.

So, we were miles from the nearest town, in a remote part of the county, stuck in the snow, with no help coming from anywhere, apparently.

Jessica then tried her phone, but typically, we were in a bad reception area, and she couldn’t get a signal to call anyone.

So, we climbed back into the car, and then sat there in silence for a moment, wondering what to do.

Then as we sat there, I began to shiver a little, as the temperature in the car began to drop, and so, I asked Jessica, if we could put the heating on.

“If I do, we have no idea how long we might be here for. We might run out of petrol before we get rescued, and I have no idea, how far the next petrol station is?!” she replied back, before then suggesting there was a blanket in the back, I could use to keep myself warm with instead.

So, I climbed between the two front seats into the back, and there, I found the red tartan blanket, and quickly wrapped it around me.

Then as I sat there still feeling chilly, I noticed Jessica beginning to shiver too, and then after a moment, she turned around in her seat, and climbed into the back with me.

“Let me have some of that blanket, I’m beginning to feel the cold too!” she then said, before she sat down beside me on the back seat, and then snuggled up next me, as I wrapped half of the blanket around her.

Together, we then sat trying to stay warm, as we waited for help, but it soon became apparent the blanket wasn’t working as well as we hoped, and after a couple of minutes, we were still freezing.

Then my stepmother then said “Look. We’re going to freeze in here, if we don’t do something drastic!”

“Like what?” I asked back curiously.

“Well, I saw this on one of those survivor shows your father likes to watch, and basically, we need to take off our clothes, and then cuddle together under them, to share body warmth, it’s the best way to stay warm!” she replied.

“Really?!” I asked in amazement, that she was suggesting something like that.

“Yes! It was on the show, so it must be true!” she replied back.

Then, right there next to me, on the back seat of her car, stuck in the middle of nowhere, my hot blonde haired stepmother, began pulling off her knitted Christmas sweater, before undoing her jeans, and kicking off her snow boots.

I watched in amazement as she quickly stripped off her clothes, until she was just sat there, in her lacy white under wear, right next to almanbahis me.

“Well?” she then asked, waiting for me to do the same.

So, I began pulling off my Christmas jumper and t-shirt, and then kicked off my snow boots, before pushing down my jogging bottoms, and in seconds, I sat there beside her, in just my boxer shorts.

“Right, lay down on the seat, and then I’ll lay down with you, before pulling our clothes and the blanket over us!” Jessica then said.

So, I did as she said, and laid down across the back seat, before my hot, slim, blonde stepmother, then laid down next to me, facing away from me, before she then pulled our clothing and the blanket over us.

We then lay there for a moment in silence, waiting to see if this really worked, and it kind of did, but not as well as we hoped, because soon enough, my stepmother began to shiver again, before she said “I think we need to get closer! To create more body warmth!”

“Oh, okay.” I replied, kind of understanding, before she shuffled back towards me, and pressed her warm, half naked body, up against mine.

Jessica was right, as soon as her warm body was pressing up against my warm body, we both felt a lot warmer, and after just a couple of minutes, we started to feel comfortable and relaxed.

Then, I became very aware, that my hot blonde stepmother’s, half naked body, was pressed up again mine.

I could feel her soft warm back pressed against my bare young chest, her long slender bare legs wrapped between mine, and her soft, round arse cheeks, covered by her little white lacy panties, pressed up against my boxer covered crotch, and suddenly, I started to have thoughts I shouldn’t have.

Now, I know, I shouldn’t have been thinking of her like that, she was my father’s wife, my stepmother, and we were in a very serious situation right then, but she was also a hot, forty something year old woman, and I was a horny young teenager!

For the next few minutes, we lay there together on the back seat, half naked under our clothes, and all I could think of was… don’t get a boner! Don’t get a boner! Don’t get a boner!

But, of course, the more you try not to do something, the more you end up doing it, and inevitable it began to awaken.

“Oh fuck!” I then muttered under my breath, as I felt my bulge begin to grow, and push against my boxers, which I knew in turn, would push against her nice round little rear.

I tried to stop it, I tried to think of anything but her, but her warm slender body felt so good against mine, and then I got a whiff of her hair, and the tropical shampoo she used, and the thought of Jessica, massaging that into her head, as she stood completely naked under the hot falling shower water, that ran playfully down her slim tanned naked body, popped into my head, and inevitably, I became fully hard anyway.

“Oh god!” I then moaned under my breath again, as my erection reached its fullest.

Now I was in trouble, because, I knew there would be no way of disguising it, If Jessica moved or adjusted her position slightly, she would definitely feel it!

Then she did move, and her little mature cheeks brushed against my boxer short tent, and I had to bite my lip from moaning out loud.

“Err… Steve, honey. What’s that?” she then asked curiously, now having discovered the very thing, I had hoped she wouldn’t.

“What’s what?” I asked nervously back, while trying to sound as innocent as I could.

Jessica, brushed her little round arse across my crotch again, and then said “That! What’s that?” before she then brushed her rear again, across it, and asked “What is that very, hard… thing?”

Right then, I just wanted to die! I wanted the snow to bury me completely, or the world to just suddenly explode, so I didn’t have to tell my lovely wonderful stepmother, right then, that… that was me, she was rubbing up against.

But, none of those things actually happened, and after an awkward horrible silent moment, I replied nervously “That… would be me!”

“Oh god!” I heard her exclaim in horror, before she said “Really Steve?”

“I’m sorry!” I replied quickly back, before I then said “It’s just we’re both in our underwear, and you’re really hot, and pressing up against me, and…”

“Okay! Okay!” she then said, stopping me from saying anything else, because she could obviously tell, I was just as upset about this as she was, before she then said “Okay. Well, we’re in a very tricky situation here, so, let’s just put it down to that, and say no more about it, agreed?”

“Yes. Okay.” I replied, relieved she was so understanding, and wasn’t going to freak out, or worse, tell my father.

Then after laying there awkwardly in silence again, for a moment, she then asked “So, you think I’m hot?”

“Err… yeah.” I replied back nervously.

“What like, hot, because I’m pretty, or hot, because I’m your stepmother?” she then asked curiously.

“Err… because your pretty!” I replied back, hoping that was the right answer she wanted to hear.

“Oh, almanbahis yeni giriş thank you!” she replied back, clearly happy at my answer.

Then she moved again, and I felt her soft warm cheeks press harder against my bulge, and once again, I had to fight the urge to moan out loud.

“Oh, sorry!” she then said, before adding “I was feeling a little chilly again, so I thought I would just get a little closer.”

“Okay.” I replied back, not sure what else to say to that.

Then she said “Steve honey. Give me your arm!”

“Okay.” I replied back not entirely sure why, before I slid it over her, and eagerly she took hold of it, and pulled it tightly against her hot, slim half naked body.

“Oh, that’s better! Nice and cosy!” she then said cheerily, as she basically was using me like an extra blanket.

It was then I noticed, the palm of my hand was now being held tightly against a big soft warm thing, and then I realised, it was one of her big round, D cup boobs.

As soon as I realised that, my cock twitched, pushing up against her soft warm arse again, and this time, I thought, I heard her moan softly as it did.

Then, I lay there too afraid to move, to afraid do anything that might cause me further arousal, and instead, I just hoped we would just get rescued very, very soon.

However, I didn’t need to worry too much about our situation, because my stepmother, to my amazement and disbelief, then moved her little arse again, brushing it along my bulge again.

“Oh” I moaned softly, as she did.

Jessica didn’t say a word, but then did it again, and then again, and slowly, her little underwear covered rear, rubbed back and forth along my boxer covered length.

“Oh!” I moaned again, as she continued, before she said “I just realised, if I just keep moving a little, I can keep us nice and warm! What do you think?”

“Uh huh.” Was all I could manage to reply, as her soft warm older arse, continued to rub against my crotch.

“Good! Because I’m getting warmer! Are you getting warmer?” she then asked eagerly.

“Uh huh!” was all I could manage again, before she continued.

“Oh good. Then I’ll continue doing this!” she then said, before she did.

For the next few minutes, lying on the back seat of her car, my hot blonde stepmother, continued to rub her little round cheeks against my fully hard bulge, brushing them back and forth to keep us warm, and as she did that, I had to desperately muffle my moans of pleasure, because I wasn’t sure if I should be enjoying this or not?!

Then, as her little rear moved up my crotch again, and then brushed back down along my bulge, my boxers kind of went down as well, and unable to stop it, my hard cock sprung out.

Then, before I could say anything, to warn her what had just happened, her little knicker covered rear, moved up again, and brushed right along my completely exposed hard cock.

I instantly let out a loud pleasurable groan, unable stop myself this time, as her soft panty covered cheeks rubbed along my entire bare member, from my balls, all the way up to my tip, and I honestly thought, I was going to shoot my load right then.

But I didn’t, and when her perky little rear kept moving up, my hard length sprung forwards, free at last.

Now, with my hard cock totally exposed, and sticking out towards my half naked stepmother, there was only one place this was going to end up when she came back down, and sure enough, as Jessica moved her cute round rear, down my body again, my cockhead got caught at the edge of her damp, little white panties, and then brushed the cotton material aside.

“Oh, fuck!” Jessica suddenly moaned loudly, as her little moist pussy, plunged right onto my hard member.

I too groaned in pleasure again, because, for the first time ever, I was several inches deep inside my hot, stepmother’s moist little pussy, and I felt good.

Then, for a moment, we stayed like that, clearly not too sure what to do, or say.

But, Jessica seem to know what to do, because, after that slight pause, her moist little cunt then slowly moved back up my length, and then plunged down it again.

We both then let out another happy moan of pleasure, before she did it again, and again, and steadily, lying in front of me, on the back seat of her car, Jessica, my hot forty something stepmother, started to fuck me.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she then moaned in pleasure, as her little wet pussy moved back and forth along my dick.

Then, for a good minute or more, Jessica, happily rocked on my hard member, moving her little wet cunt to and fro, as she slid up and down my firm young cock.

Then, as we were fucking, she turned her pretty blonde head towards me, and said breathlessly “I’m just doing this to keep us warm! You okay with that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine! I’m completely fine!” I replied keenly back, because I certainly wasn’t going to say no right then.

“Good!” Jessica then said, with a small smile on her face, before she then almanbahis giriş added “And don’t ever tell your father about this!”

“Okay.” I replied back, because, I certainly did not want to have that discussion with him.

So, with that all agreed, my forty year old stepmother, then turned her head again, and continued to slide her warm wet pussy, back and forth along my hard teenage length, to keep us warm of course!

For a while, we lay in that position together, steadily fucking to stay warm, and in all fairness, we certainly didn’t feel the cold right then.

Then after several minutes had passed, as her warm wet cunt continued to move back and forth along my hard dick, I was really enjoying it, and without realising it, began thrusting into her.

Jessica let out a louder moan, as my young hard cock slid deeper into her, and we were soon fucking faster and more eagerly.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moaned in pleasure, as I pumped into her.

I know we were only supposed to be doing this to stay warm, but it felt so good to be fucking my hot, blonde stepmother, her mature pussy felt so good around my teenage cock, and her moans of pleasure really excited me, as I continued to thrust into her.

For several more wonderful minutes, I happily kept pumping my firm young dick into my stepmother’s moist mature hole.

Then, after a while, she turned her head towards me again, and a little breathlessly said “Steve. I want to change position, I’m slipping off the seat here!”

“Oh, okay!” I replied, slowing to stop, so we could.

Then Jessica, pulled her warm wet cunt off my hard veiny length, before she slipped out from under our clothes, and knelt down in the footwell of the car, for a moment.

My pretty blonde stepmother, then got me to lay flat across the seat, before I then watched her reach down, take hold of her white little panties, and push them down her legs, to reveal her perfectly bald shaved pussy.

Then, once they were off, and on the floor, she crawled back under the clothes, and slid her almost completely naked body onto top of mine.

Her face was now inches from mine, as she positioned herself over my cock, and then with a pleasurable moan, her warm wet pussy slid back onto my dick.

Her lovely mature hole, sunk onto my hard member, and then, with her warm bare body against mine, she began steadily rocking back and forth again.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” she moaned softly, as her moist pussy slid up and down my hard cock.

It felt incredible to be fucking my stepmother, like a dream come true, and I couldn’t believe she seemed to be enjoying it too!

So, for another few minutes, we both happily laid together, rocking and thrusting, as we continued to fuck, to keep ourselves warm.

“Oh Steve! Oh Steve!” she then moaned, as my hard length slid up inside of her again.

“Yeah?” I asked back curiously.

“Oh Steve! Your cock feels so good! Oh, it’s so hard and so good!” she then said excitedly.

Wow! I couldn’t believe Jessica had just confirmed exactly what I was thinking, but once she had, I felt a rush of excitement flow through me, and then eagerly, I slid my hands onto her warm, round, firm arse cheeks, and then began thrusting up, harder into her.

Jessica instantly moaned louder in pleasure, as she felt my hard young cock move faster inside of her, and it became pretty clear now, we were less concerned about staying warm, and more just about fucking each other.

Over the next few minutes, my hard young dick slid back and forth inside of her eagerly, pumping my hot stepmother as firmly as I could, while she lay on top of me, moaning excitedly in pleasure.

“Oh Steve! Oh Steve! Oh Steve! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!” she moaned excitedly, as I did just that.

Then, after a while longer, we slowed down again, to continue enjoying the moment, before she then lowered her head towards me, and pressed her beautiful red lips against mine.

We started to kiss excitedly, and our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths as we did, and for a while, Jessica happily lay on top of me, steadily riding my hard young dick back and forth, while kissing me.

Then after a while of doing that, we started to get a little chilly again, so, Jessica suggested we roll over, and switch positions.

It wasn’t easy, but with a little effort, we managed it, and once she was lying on back on the seat, and I was on top of her, I started to thrust more eagerly into her again.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” she groaned, as my thick hard cock, slid deep into her.

“Fuck me baby! Fuck me!” she then moaned, encouragingly.

As we started fucking again, she clung to my teenage skinny fame, pulling me tightly to her naked mature torso, and then wrapped her slim tanned thighs around my waist.

Then, for a good few more minutes, I happily pumped her wet older pussy with my big firm dick, and my hot, horny stepmother moaned excitedly, as I did.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Give me that dick baby! Give me that dick! I want it! I want it!” she urged me eagerly.

Now, I have to admit, I was loving this!

Hearing my hot horny stepmother moan and beg for more, was most young man’s dream, and I soon started to wish, we would never get rescued!

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I truly believe nothing, nor nobody, can hinder my positive mood as I walk into Marvin’s Room at about 8:15. Marvin’s Room is a bar with a large mixed urban crowd and serves as a club on the weekends. Tonight is Monday, and only a few isolated groups are lingering around. I am a 48-year-old white male. I’m also 6’5 and stand out like a sore thumb to the young black guys at a long table. They give me odd glances, and I walk past them, not making eye contact. I greet the familiar Hispanic patrons at a corner table with a wave. In the other corner, there was a booth with three older black gentlemen, who were also pretty friendly. I had lost a couple hundred playing them at the pool the other night and kept my greeting to a nod to save face. I wasn’t a gambling man, but I did get too drunk occasionally and, in turn, made some bad decisions.

When I moved to this district 15 years ago, I had been pretty well off and lived in the suburbs. I would have never been drinking on this side of town. Back then, this bar had been a hole in the wall. The place had seen better days and was now my favorite bar. It was only a few minutes from my low-income apartment, which the city had also revamped since my return from federal prison. This bar was conveniently right next door to a smoke shop. I limited my smoking to cigarettes only since my parole officer came by randomly for a drug test. Plus, they didn’t make Mary Jane like they used to, and it wasn’t used to the potent stuff with the funny names.

I gave the bartender a broad smile and sat at the bar, “Hey, Marvin.” I say in a thick southern drawl.

“Whiskey?” Marvin asked, putting a shot glass in front of me.

The older dark skin man was friendly and kept the place spotless for his customers. He also was great at remembering our vices, but this time, I shook my head.

“No, sir. Just a beer. I have a big day tomorrow. My son’s mother is coming. She’s going to bring my son and let me keep him for a whole week.”

“That’s nice. I’m sure you two will have a good time. Your boy is 16. Right, Gotta birthday coming up?”

“15. My son will be 16 next week.” I smiled, “I have a big week planned. I haven’t seen Troy in 12 years.”

Marvin’s eyes widened, “Damn, that’s a shame, son. I had to deal with that crazy baby mama drama in my day, but she did at least let me see my kids.”

I chuckle nervously, “No, sir. Not much drama. She’s a good mother.”

“She didn’t come to see you when you were locked down?”

I shook my head bitterly, “They live in Louisiana. I was in Virginia. Too far of a drive, plus I didn’t want him to see like that, you know?”

Marvin let it go, but I could see the sympathy in his eyes. It was my mistake, and I never wanted anyone to feel bad for my wrongdoings.

Angel and I had been high school sweethearts. We married quickly after graduation. We then separated for a year due to my drinking. I called myself trying to win her back one night, and I scored, and we created a son. I had begged her to take me back since I had bought a nice house in Georgia. But Angel didn’t want to move with me to Atlanta, and I didn’t blame her. I went back and forth between my son and the fast life.

I had been depressed, and the doctor had prescribed me something. It was a mixture of pills for both anxiety and depression. I soon learned that when it was mixed with alcohol, it made me feel supernatural. I messed up my whole life in a year and a half over those little pills.

When it all crashed, I was left with a deadly addiction and time to serve in prison for drug trafficking. Twelve years of pain and guilt, and other than pictures and phone calls, I hadn’t seen my boy since. Angel remarried and had two other kids. I wasn’t mad. I was glad someone was instructing my son to be a man since I couldn’t.

“You got any money on them, cowboys?” Marvin asked, propping up against the slab.

“No sir, I think I’ll sit this one out. Friday night put a dent in my pockets.”

He chuckles and looks over toward the men at the booth, “Them boys almost took your drawers. You were determined that night.”

“Yeah, I had a few too many and thought I knew how to play pool.” I laughed, “I guess I was wrong.”

“Well, I’ve got a 20 bill that says those cowgirls will lose tonight.”

I glance at the score and laugh, “C’mon. Twenty it is.”

Marvin nodded to the treaty and placed the draft beer before me.

I took a gulp and laughed, “Go ahead and get that twenty out, Mr. Marvin.”

“What happened?” Marvin looked up from the table.

I beamed, “Those Lions are running out of plays, and Campbell is sweatin’.”

“You’ve got another quarter left, son. You never know how things will play out.”

I was halfway into my beer and cheering on my favorite team when my phone buzzed. It was Angel, so I walked outside, leaving my wallet and keys in the bar.

“Hello?”

“Jackson?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a few odds and ends to clear tomorrow. Then I will be ready for my little man. I know he’s not little anymore, but I’ve got some big plans for us.”

“Jackson. I’m sorry, almanbahis we should probably wait until next month. I’ve been talking to my husband, and….”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Listen. We both think it’s just too soon and-“

“Please say you’re joking. Angel?”

“Jackson, you’ve been locked up for a long time. A week without my son, that’s a lot for me to process.”

“Try 12 years, Angel. I…”

I whacked the flip phone with my hand before listening to the rest of her excuses.

“Angel, please, Come on, help me out.”

I was devastated and pushed away the tears threatening to fall. My son was the only person I had looked forward to seeing since coming back into society. I was furious and wanted to call her every name in the book. I didn’t, but I spent about 30 minutes condemning her for canceling the meeting and begging her to change her mind. The setback hit me hard. Dabbing my eyes, I marched back into the bar to drink the sorrow away.

“Whiskey,” I called out.

Marvin turned around and scanned my new attitude, “Everything okay, man?”

I rubbed my jaw and smiled, “You’re a lucky man tonight, Marvin. I might drink till the sun comes up. She canceled on me.”

“Dammit, for real?”

I nodded and gulped my beer, “I’ll take another one of these too.”

“I hate to see a good man like you down and out.”

Marvin didn’t know me. If he saw a good man, he was highly mistaken. I didn’t feel like a decent guy. I felt like a failure as a man and a father. I had celebrated getting a rundown apartment and holding down a steady job. The past three months I had spent trying to rebuild my life seemed meaningless to me right now. Other than my son, I had no family or friends.

“This drink is on the house,” Marvin tapped the bar.

“I appreciate it, man. To baby mamas,” I laughed bitterly.

He chuckled and wiped his hands, “I’ll pass on that one.”

“I don’t blame you.”

Gulping the burning liquid, I looked at the TV to find my team had just lost. I couldn’t help but laugh. Even the Dallas Cowboys couldn’t pull it together for me. I placed the 20-dollar bill on the bar and washed my hands over my face.

“I hate women,” I muttered, blaming Angel for my team’s loss.

“Hey, that’s not nice,” a small voice announced.

I peered toward the tanned white girl sitting a few stools down, then looked around to see if she was real. The little lady looked out of place in the rugged barroom, wearing an oversized black hoodie that stopped past her knees.

“Sorry about that,” I nodded in apology, “I’m sure you will be a good woman.”

“I am a woman already. But I don’t know how good I am. You will have to find out,” she smirked.

I gave her another look over. Her short tan legs dangled off the stool in a silly manner, going in different directions. The hood was on her head, but I glimpsed some curly blonde hair peeking out of the nooks. I averted my eyes and took another swig of beer. She looked like someone’s lost daughter.

She skipped to the next seat, “Why don’t you like girls?”

“I said, ‘Women.’ And they’re difficult.”

“Difficult? Well, Maybe you’re the complicated one.”

“We all have problems, I guess.”

I attempted to focus on the other sporting event to my left and hold my beer to my lips, hoping this girl would leave me alone. Despite the saying, I don’t need any company in my misery.

“Do you like easy women?” I heard her say.

“Yeah.”

She held her mouth and smiled, and I tried to hide a smile.

“Did someone break your heart?”

I groaned, “Yup.”

“Do you need to help?”

I ignored her, thinking she would go away, but she moved a seat over.

“Do you need help finding a good woman?”

“No.”

“Not every woman is complicated. Some know what they want.”

Sighing in annoyance, I set my eyes back on the television in front of me to catch up on what I had missed during my phone call. I hoped my short replies would make the woman take a hint, but she carried on.

“My ex-boyfriend was a cheater. I found him in bed with my friend on my birthday. It was so crazy. But I ended up joining them.”

I turn my head to actively survey her face, looking for a clue as to why she’s talking to me or telling me about her sex life. I am not sure how old this girl is, but she’s adorable with a button nose and the brightest light brown eyes. A blush colors her round cheeks, and I stare for a moment at her naturally pink lips.

“He got mad at me because I cheated on him with her. Then she fucked him after I told her we were together.”

My eyes were wide, “So, you’re both.”

“Yeah, I am Bisexual. It was fun, but I broke up with him after that. Did she cheat on you?”

I immediately look back and shake my head, “My…It’s not a relationship problem.” I chuckle, “And that’s some weird shit you just said.”

Regardless of her beauty, I have no interest in her conversation and turn my back, focusing on the other television. I wasn’t enthusiastic about soccer, but it was better than this.

“Where’s almanbahis giriş your girlfriend?” She asked, and I could feel the vibrations of her moving to take the seat next to me.

“I don’t have one.”

“What? No way. You look like you get a lot of women.”

A sweet giggle escaped the pretty girl’s lips, and I rubbed my bearded jaw to escape my irritation.

“Guess what?”

I peeked toward her, and she smiled, revealing straight white teeth. “What?”

“Guess.”

I waved my hand, “I don’t like guessing games, and why don’t you move back over there.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun. I’m gonna stay right here, and I’m single too.”

“Good. Stay that way, less headache.”

“I’m not a headache. I’m sweet.”

I shake my head, “That’s what they all say. Then they get bitter.” I mumble.

“I mean, I taste sweet.”

I glance over, and my brow arched not only from her sexual comment but the look in her eyes. She was a fucking knockout and looking at me as if I was anywhere in her league. I’m not a terrible-looking man, but I have wrinkles, and my hair is thinning at the top. It was why I had started to grow out my beard. The hair on my head and beard have a ragged mixture of gray, dark brown, and red, and the same muddy color coats my tanned arms and chest. I am reasonably muscular since I’ve had some time to kill over the past 12 years. But I am nowhere suitable for this woman, even if she is genuine. I peer out the corner of my eye to see she’s still staring at me, and now I am nervous.

“What are you doing tonight?” She asks me.

“Drinking.”

“Me too,” She brought the clear beverage to her lips to drink and seductively licked off the access.

“What are you drinking?” I ask, nudging my head toward her drink.

“Sprite. What are you drinking?”

“Alcohol, ’cause I’m in a bar.”

“What kind?”

“Whiskey, Jack Daniels.” I frown. I sort of feel like I am being Punked or set up. Maybe I’m paranoid, but I haven’t had a woman approach me in 12 years.

“You like to drink?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” I sip my beer.

“So, what are you doing when you finish drinking?”

“Sleeping.”

“With?”

I roll my eyes, “Can you stop?”

“Can you smile?” She countered with an attitude.

“What?” I snickered, “How old are you?”

“18.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I am. Why else would I be in a bar, duh? Hah.haha.”

Her laugh was contagious, and I chuckled, “You should go home. Seriously. What is a young girl like you even doing at a bar, alone? On a Monday night?”

Her mouth dropped in surprise, “Oh my God. Is that your pickup line?”

“No.” I scrunch my nose, “No, I’m not trying to….” I gave a deep sigh of frustration, “Go back over there.”

“It’s okay. You can shoot your shot.”

“You came to me. I was just fine by myself, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?”

I groan, “I apologize. What’s your name?”

“Why? Do you want to take me home?”

“No. I want to drink this beer and whiskey and watch this,” I pointed toward the television.

“You sure? Cause you just gave me a pet name.” She sighs dramatically, “Sweetheart.”

I laugh, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh, you were trying to undermine me, huh? Or, Is it because you know I am sweet?” She winks, and I can’t help but smile and roll my eyes at her little games.

“Next time, I’ll call you ‘sober girl at the bar drinking soda and annoying a man trying to get drunk’.”

“That’s a long name, but I’ll take it. And I am not annoying you. You love it. What’s your name?”

I speculate before answering, still dwelling on her motive, “Jackson.”

“Jackson.”

My name rolls off her lips with a lusty rhythm that makes me look toward her. I examine any flaws in her fresh complexion as I await her introduction. She has a mole above her left cheek that adds to her allure. She gave me a nervous smile that made him laugh.

“C’mon, don’t be shy now. Tell me your name.”

“Guess.”

“What’s with you and guessing?”

“Guess. I wanna see if you get it right,” she whined, grabbing my hand, “Come on, gimme those guesses.”

I grin and shake my head, “Fuck if I know, Samantha?”

She shakes her head, and I give a dramatic groan that makes her laugh, “Um, let’s see. Uh, Belle?”

“No.”

“Cinderella?”

“Be serious, Jackson. If you win, I’ll reward you.”

I look her up and down, “So, you’re hiding a trophy under that big jacket?”

“Just guess,” she giggled.

“Lorraine?”

“No.”

“Seinfeld? George? Kramer?”

“No,” She laughs, “No, you’re so silly.”

“Miley? Selena? Taylor Swift?”

Dropping her head onto the bar, she continued to giggle. However unwanted, I couldn’t get over how strange it was that this beautiful girl was giving me the time of day.

“Am I getting close?”

“Nah, you’re a bad guesser. It starts with uh, um.”

I shake my head, “All Hell, See, you were going to have me guess a fake name. Suppose you’re afraid that I’ll look you up on social media. Don’t worry about that. I almanbahis giriş don’t have a face page or a snapshot,” I urge, signaling Marvin for another shot of Jack.

He gives the girl an odd look and fills my glass to the rim. We exchange glances in curiosity about who this woman is, and she stares at me as I take a small sip of the liquor and I continue guessing.

“Goldie locks?”

That cute giggle sounds again, and I’m not sure if it is the alcohol or her that causes me to loosen up. “Nicole.”

“No, I don’t look like a Nicki.”

“Trixie, then?”

“Jackson!”

“Suzy cue,” I chuckle and remove a single curl from her hood as she shakes her head. It’s soft against my fingers, and I assume the rest of her is just as delicate.

She whines and pops my shoulder, and I feel a jolt of adrenaline that warms me. Her hands are tiny against my shoulder, and she continues to rub me until I finally move, realizing how improper this may look.

“Candy?”

“That sounds like a stripper’s name,” she chuckled. “I’ve always wanted to be a stripper. They make a lot of money.”

“It ain’t worth it,” I say.

“You’ve never seen me slide down a pole, Jack. I am flexible.”

I suddenly became uncomfortable and discouraged my eyes from her pretty face. I start to think it’s inappropriate for me to entertain her, and I can feel Marvin’s sights on me. I’m not going to take advantage of this adorable young woman.

“My name is Olive.” She finally says, and for some reason, it sounds like a lie.

“Olive? Like Olive oil?” I scrutinize, glancing at her.

“Yup. Olive. It’s a pretty name. It means sweet in Italian.”

I cough to hide my chuckle, “Now, I am not Italian, but I think olive is just an olive, darlin’.

“It’s better than Jack-son, darlin’.”

I laughed, “There is nothing wrong with my name.”

“Can I call you daddy?” Her straight front teeth bite her bottom lip, and I feel my cock coming to life.

I cleared my throat, “I’m not your daddy.”

“Wanna be?”

I chuckle and take my shot, popping the bar for Marvin’s attention. This chick is trying to fuck me, but I can’t even comprehend why. I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much and instantly thought of how I wanted to enjoy this week with my son. That last shot burned me, and I clenched my jaw as I wrestled with my broken heart.

“You gonna cry, Jack?” She sounds, pushing me out of my head.

“No. No, I. I’m good,” I managed a tight smile.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, we can talk and get to know each other.”

Olive’s statement flowed out so smoothly that I laughed, “Yeah, no. I’ll be fine. I’m just going through the motions, Olive. But I’ll be alright.”

“What happened?”

“Family issues,” I smile wide, not wishing to pour out my heart to this little lady.

“Your parents?”

“No, they’re gone. So in this instance, I am the parent.”

“Aw, I knew you were a daddy?”

“To my son, yeah. He’s 15. He will be 16 next week.” I stare at my beer and down the rest.

“Really? How old are you?”

“49 next month.” I wiped my eyes and looked toward the TV screen at the updates, wanting our chat to end so I could return to feeling sorry for myself.

“You’re not that old, sweetheart,” Olive tapped the bar with her tiny fingers.

“I’ve got some years on you, sweetheart.” I chuckle and keep my eyes on the screen above me.

“Who were you rooting for?”

“Cowboys.”

“They lost in the fourth quarter. That’s a sign you might need to pick another team,” Olive smiles.

“No, I’ve been a fan since I was a kid.”

“Hmm, back when they won games? When were they good? Like in the 60s?”

I point toward her, shaking my finger, “You’re funny. I smirk, “Do you even watch football?”

“I watched it with my dad, but not so much anymore, too busy.”

“Are you in college?”

“No, I am an entrepreneur.”

Olive giggled and slapped my shoulder.

“What is your business, little lady?”

“I do it all,” a sly grin cuts across her face. “What do you like to do?”

I assume we are talking about professions and hobbies and say, “I work at a shop not too far from here. I like cars, and I am somewhat of a nerd. I play video games. On the weekends, I do security here and at some of the clubs downtown.”

“Redwings?”

My eyes widened at the mention of a local swingers club, “No. No. I don’t think too many fights break out at that one.” I laugh.

“I went in there once with a friend.”

I let my gaze wander toward the television, feeling uncomfortable speaking sexually with the young beauty.

“There’s this red room with whips and chains,” she mentions.

I act uninterested, but I am curious, “I’ve never been.”

Her mouth dropped open at my comment, “You’ve never been to a sex club?”

“Nope. I keep to myself.”

“So you only masturbate?” Olive giggled.

I looked toward her to see her eyes on my hand.

I wiggled my coarse fingers and laughed, “You can say that.”

“Well, I went. It was fun. This guy tied me up and spanked me. We could go together,” Olive bit her lip, and my cock completely woke up.

“No. I don’t do that. That’s too crazy,” I lie.

“It’s not crazy. I like pain and pleasure. I love Spankings, and you look like you give good spankings. Your hands are huge.”

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Two weeks had passed since Cirillo fucked Caroline in her sister Erica’s apartment.

The morning after, Caroline had woken sore all over. Her jaw from being face fucked, her pussy from his savage humping of her on the couch. The discomfort wasn’t just confined to the places where the brute had used his cock. Her arse was still red and sensitive from the repeated slaps he gave as he rode her, but it was her breasts that had received the worst punishment. The black-blue bruising was extensive, and it had taken days for them to fully heal. In the meantime, it had been challenging to hide the evidence of the abuse her tits had received.

On that first morning, however, for all her discomfort and misgivings, Caroline had to admit to a feeling of release. She had orgasmed twice, something she had never done since her earliest days with Bill, so many years ago now. However, this self-contentment was also combined with the firm determination to never place herself in such a dangerous situation again, handcuffed and used mercilessly as a human fuck doll by an evil, little gnome like Cirillo.

Caroline had been under the control of a cruel, ugly man with obvious anger issues. It was bad enough that he had used handcuffs to pin her arms behind her back, much against her will at the beginning, then proceeded to humiliate her by calling her names such as slut, whore and worse, while simultaneously punishing her by savagely slapping her breasts with what appeared to be real venom at the notion she was a “toffee-nosed cunt”. However, perhaps the most troubling thing about her mistreatment, was the way her own body had responded. Her nipples were engorged throughout, and her pussy soaked with arousal fluids. There was no denying she’d been intensely aroused while being debased and manhandled. The two orgasms had been fierce and exquisite, certainly better than anything she had ever experienced with her husband.

But, no, she reasoned to herself. As exciting and titillating as the experience had been, once was enough. She never wanted to see that ugly, vicious little toad or his big cock ever again.

Yet, curiously, Caroline found she could never bring herself to dispose of the small, grease-stained business card she’d found lying beside her torn and discarded panties as she had gotten dressed after the cuffs had been removed. The card must have fallen out of the brute’s pocket when he dropped his trousers to fuck her in the mouth. It contained his business address and contact numbers. In spite of herself and her earlier resolution, as the days passed, she felt a mounting urge to dial the number. It was easier to dismiss the notion at the beginning, but like a smoker who has just given up, the longing only grew until finally it became irresistible.

Her mother’s boyfriend, Ralph, may had tickled her slut gene when he fingered her to orgasm at the birthday party, but when Mr. Cirillo, the plumber, had fucked her in Erica’s apartment, he’d dialed her inner slut all the way up to eleven.

“Hello, is that Elegant Interiors?” she asked, having nervously input the number on her mobile phone and hovered her finger over the green dial icon for an age.

“Yes, Elegant Interiors, specialists in kitchen, bedroom and bathroom design,” replied a rather nasal sounding older woman on the other end. “How may we help you?”

Caroline took in a deep breath. This was it; she was really going through with it. “I’ve an en-suite bathroom I’m considering having revamped, given a brand-new modern look. I want someone to call to my house to discuss the possibilities and provide an estimate.”

“Certainly, Madam. What’s your address and telephone number?”

After providing the requested information, Caroline said, “Please send Mr. Cirillo. I believe he works for your firm.”

“Oh, I’m not sure that will be possible, Madam. It all rather depends on who is available on the day we schedule the visit.”

“It must be Mr. Cirillo,” responded Caroline, thinking quickly. “He performed some work at my sister’s apartment that I liked, and she strongly recommends him. I won’t deal with anyone else.”

“Well, if you insist, Madam. However, he won’t be available until the end of this week. He’s currently tied up with another job, you understand, but I’ll have him send you the appointment details by text. Now, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Ryan. Mrs. Caroline Ryan.” She could already feel her pussy moisten in nervous anticipation.

*******

Bill Ryan knew he was the jealous type; had been all his adult life. He also knew his insecurity stemmed from his belief that his wife, Caroline, was, and always had been, way out of his league. If he hadn’t had the blind, dumb luck to get her pregnant when she was eighteen, he was sure they’d never have married and at some point, she would have been whisked off her feet by a much more attractive male proposition and settled into a different life. Over the subsequent years his mind had never truly eased on the matter. If almanbahis anything, Caroline had only become more sexually desirable over time, especially when her breasts reached their full size of 32DD, and her hips rounded out to frame a perfect arse. She always had a gorgeous face, with deep blue eyes, a bright smile and shoulder length hair that was blonde with a hint of auburn.

And if all that wasn’t enough to give him a predisposition to jealousy, he also knew what a tiger she could be in bed. She loved having sex, or at least she did in the early years of their marriage.

With all these attractive attributes, men couldn’t help looking at Caroline, soaking in her beauty and her effortless, sexual allure. Bill could hardly blame them, really. In fact, he took pride in the way other men’s eyes devoured her. Often quietly indulging in a superior smugness in the knowledge that this gorgeous creature was married to him. However, every now and then, something happened that unshackled the little, green goblins of suspicion, and they would perch in the back of his mind and whisper dark thoughts.

This time it was that blasted birthday party held by her mother, Wendy, which had triggered his suspicions. Caroline could sometimes be a little careless when she had a few drinks and, on this occasion, Bill watched from a darkened corner of the marquee set up in the spacious back garden, as his wife danced with Wendy’s new boyfriend. A truckdriver in late middle-age with too many badly drawn tattoos and big, rough hands that roamed all over her arse as they danced. Bill was about to cut in when Wendy called him out of the marquee to help her carry the uncut portion of her birthday cake into the house. By the time he got back to his little observation post, Caroline and the tattooed man had disappeared. Eventually, he found her at the top of the stairs in the house. She seemed to be alone, but she had too many buttons undone on her blouse and a sheepish, guilty look in her eyes for that to be of any comfort to him.

As they travelled home that night, he didn’t say a word, but he was silently fuming. How on earth could she have found anything attractive about that truck driver. The man was old enough to be her father. Bill wanted to confront the dirty, little slut, but all he had was suspicions, no actual proof of her cheating, so he kept the words locked up in his head.

In the cold light of the next day, Bill wrote off the incident as nothing but a product of his overwrought imagination, but then a couple of weeks later, Caroline announced she was going into town to meet her sister, Erica, at a fashionable cocktail bar. That seemed a likely tale, if ever he heard one. Erica was to be married shortly and was probably looking to have one last wild fling before she was finally hitched. The more he thought of it, the more it seemed as if the two sisters planned to go out on the pull.

He followed Caroline and Erica to the cocktail bar. He had to. It was the only way to either confirm or disprove the suspicions that were driving him mad. Keeping his distance, he found a quiet unobtrusive corner to spy on them. It was torture. Throughout the night, his heart jumped into his mouth every time a man, sometimes more than one, approached the two women. He feared this would be the time his slut wife would accept the offer of a drink and some male company.

Thankfully, that never happened. So as not to be seen by the sisters at the end of the night, he had to leave before them, and was already in bed, feigning sleep, when his wife returned home.

Yet again, he spent the next day cursing himself for his unfounded jealousy. However, he quickly capitulated to his worst fears when Caroline insisted on going out again that very night. She claimed she was visiting Erica to help her make plans for the wedding. An obvious lie, wasn’t it? Out too nights in a row; she had to be up to something. Or did it have the ring of truth about it? He couldn’t decide, so he followed his wife again.

Bill experienced a profound sense of relief when he saw Caroline park her car outside Erica’s apartment building that evening. He let out a huge sigh as his anxiety melted away, then drove home immediately, feeling totally ashamed of himself for entertaining silent accusations of adultery against his beautiful wife, and berated himself for being such a faithless idiot. What a fool he was for distrusting her, the mother of his two children.

The little green goblins might have returned to their box, perhaps this time forever, if Wendy hadn’t called later, to speak to her granddaughters. During her rambling preamble, she let it slip that Erica was staying over at her house that night while her fiancé was out of town.

Well, he wondered fearfully, if that was the case, who on earth was Caroline visiting in Erica’s apartment?

His slut whore of a wife must be betraying him. He was certain of it now, and he was going to do whatever was necessary to garner evidence and almanbahis giriş confront the adulterous bitch.

*******

The text message Caroline received didn’t say much, but it was enough: Elegant Interiors: Callout scheduled for 1.00 p.m. The timing was perfect. Bill was at work and their daughters wouldn’t be home until after four o’clock. Plenty of time to entertain Mr. Cirillo.

The small, fat, ugly man was nothing if not punctual. Caroline was still upstairs in her bedroom getting ready when she heard the front door bell and looked out to see an old and battered, white van parked on the road outside her house. She quickly applied a trampy, red lipstick to her lips before running downstairs to open the door.

Cirillo was surprised to see her. The receptionist at Elegant Interiors must not have passed on her name, or if she did, he had not associated it with the woman he had fucked two weeks before at a different location. His eyes widened for a fleeting moment. Just enough for Caroline to witness his startlement before quickly resuming his more normal grumpy insolence. He looked at a clipboard in his hand and said, “I’m here to quote for a bathroom.”

Caroline smiled brightly and said, “Come in, Mr. Cirillo. It’s the en-suite for the master bedroom. Let me show you the way.”

Just as soon as he stepped into the hallway, he turned to her and said, “You’re that slut from the apartment the other week, aren’t you?” He made it sound like an accusation. As if it had been her who had force-fucked him on that occasion. While he stood there waiting for her answer, the little plumber with the pot belly took the opportunity to look Caroline up and down at his leisure. He seemed to be appraising her outfit with that almost contemptuous look that his resting face always adopted.

Minutes before he arrived, Caroline had rummaged through the wardrobe and closets in her daughter’s bedroom, until she’d found what she was looking for. An old school uniform, that no longer fitted Kylie. It consisted of a very short, red tartan skirt that sat tightly on her slim waist while hugging her round arse, and a white, figure-clinging, sleeveless vest. She originally intended putting on a white blouse, but she was glad she’d changed her mind because having left its buttons undone at the front, the vest displayed a great deal of her eye-catching cleavage. In addition, the clingy material was thin enough to allow her areolas and nipples to be almost visible, making it obvious she was not wearing a bra. Caroline completed the ensemble with knee-high, white socks and a pair of red high-heeled shoes and had put her blonde hair up into two high pigtails.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Cirillo.” Her voice broke up a little but only because his calling her a slut intensified the arousal, she already felt igniting her pussy.

“Show me the bathroom,” responded Cirillo gruffly.

Caroline turned, flicking her pigtails. As she walked ahead of the plumber, she maintained a leisurely pace and added an extra swing to her hips. She longed for his course calloused hands to grip her waist, and for him to fuck her there and then, but it was as if Cirillo sensed this from her behavior and refused to capitulate to her obvious advances. Here she was, alone in the house and dressed like a low-rent stripper for his benefit. Just where did this loathsome, little man get his arrogance, Caroline wondered. However, at some level she was aware that knowing he could have her at any moment of his choosing had placed the little brute in control of the situation and, for this reason, he seemed intent on continuing with this obvious charade.

As they mounted the stairs, she took care to bend over slightly, knowing it would raise the helm of her short skirt even more and let him have a look at the tight panties she was wearing. She had thought of putting on a simple pair of cotton briefs in keeping with the rest of her outfit, but at the last minute changed her mind and donned a cheap but sexy, red G-string hidden at the back of her underwear drawer, the thin gusset of which barely covered her shaved pussy.

When they arrived in the master bedroom, Cirillo, still unprepared to stop the pretense just yet, walked up to the door of the en-suite and pushed it open, but did not go inside. Instead, he gave the bathroom a cursory, dismissive glance, before turning back to Caroline. “What’s going on? Everything in here looks recently installed, almost brand new. Why are you wasting my time asking for a quotation?”

Caroline, who was standing at the end of the large, king-sized bed, did not reply. Instead, she bowed her head coquettishly and clasped her hands down at the level of her pussy, knowing her straightened arms would squeeze her breasts together and make them look even more pronounced in the clingy, white vest.

Cirillo began to walk towards her but stopped to look closely at a framed picture on the wall. It was a wedding photograph. Caroline, her pregnancy almanbahis yeni giriş not yet showing, was resplendent in her white, wedding dress, stood arm in arm with her new husband Bill as they looked into each other’s eyes while smiling.

“This the lucky man?” asked Cirillo sneeringly.

The answer seemed blatantly obvious, but Caroline confirmed anyway with a slight nod of her head.

“Out at work, is he? Has a job in the city? Must be good whatever it is, judging by the size of this place.”

Caroline remained silent.

“Sitting at his desk tip-tapping away on his computer, while his cheating slut of a wife brings strangers into their home and fucks them on their bed.”

Caroline was about to deny she’d ever done anything like this before, but there was no point arguing with this man and, besides, his humiliating tone was turning her on even more.

Cirillo suddenly lost interest in the picture and made his way towards her. Caroline tensed. She had wanted this, had gone to great lengths to make it happen, but now that the plumber was in her bedroom and coming towards her, with that fierce, angry stare in his eyes, her resolve suddenly waivered and she found herself backing away until her retreat was stopped by the wall.

He stood in front of her. So close, she smelt stale cigarettes from his breath. He looked into her eyes, his head tilted up slightly because he was somewhat shorter than she, even without her high heels. Unceremoniously, he took hold of her left breast and squeezed. As he did this, he pushed his knee forward, forcing both of hers apart, and raised it up until it pressed into the fleshy parts of her mound. Unthinkingly, she parted her legs to accommodate him.

Caroline always enjoyed her breasts being manhandled roughly, but when combined with the agitation to her clitoris, generated by his knee, the combined effect seemed to multiply itself. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“You’re just a filthy, whore, aren’t you?” said Cirillo. “You’re just gagging for it, you toffee-nosed tart.” When Caroline didn’t give an immediate answer, he put his hand down the front of her vest and took hold of her bare breast, his course, stubby fingers digging into the flesh. “A filthy, little whore looking to be fucked by a real man while her husband’s away at work. Aren’t you?”

She knew from the time he’d fucked her in Erica’s apartment, this man would not let up with his foul-mouthed interrogation until she had given him the answer he was looking for, yet there was some part of her consciousness that wanted to resist. Wanted to delay his satisfaction at her capitulation. So, she continued to deny him an answer.

In response to this defiance, Cirillo took hold of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pressed down on it extremely hard. Caroline’s only response was to wince, but when he twisted the nub sharply, she couldn’t prevent herself from crying out in pain.

“You want me to fuck you again, you dirty, cheating whore,” continued Cirillo with real contempt in his voice. “Well, speak up. Do you want me to fuck you, or don’t you?”

“Yes,” conceded Caroline. The contemptuous arrogance of the ugly, little man should have been off putting, but somehow it, coupled with his mistreatment of her body, and the name calling, had the opposite effect on her. The pain that had previously shot through her nipple now subsided into a warm, and not unpleasant, glowing sensation.

“Then you’d better ask nicely, whore.”

“Mr. Cirillo,” she began, “please fuck me.” Whatever trepidation she still felt, and there was more than a little, was completely swamped by her sense of animalistic arousal. She could barely wait to have the ugly, little brute’s big cock inside her cunt.

Pulling the bottom of her vest out from the waistline of her skirt, Cirillo pushed both hands under the garment and seized upon Caroline’s, big, firm breasts and began to maul them. At the same time, he pressed his lips upon hers and inserted his tongue into her open mouth. Welcoming the embrace, she placed her arms round his shoulders and pulled him towards her and was rewarded with the added sensation of his hardened cock grinding into her pussy.

Because of the pot-bellied, little man’s centre of gravity, Cirillo easily pinned Caroline against the wall, but she would happily have stayed in that position for a long time because after a couple of minutes of kissing, he took his mouth away from hers and moved his attention to her left breast. He sucked deeply on the areola before letting it go with a popping sound, then licked on her nipple for a while, before encompassing the wider area again with his mouth. Even when he dropped his hand to her soaking vulva and pushed the G-string aside to enable his forefinger to trace the moist gully along the slit of her swollen pussy lips, stopping tantalizingly short of her clitoris, he continued to work her breast with his mouth.

When he suddenly slapped her on the pussy, it was more of a pleasant surprise than anything else. That was because the force he used was minimal, a mere tapping of his open palm on the general area of her vagina, but it created an electrifying wave, an erotic pulse that radiated out from her clitoris

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“Good afternoon everyone, I’m Professor Jones. It’s wonderful to see so many beautiful faces,” I said while I stood at the podium in my lecture hall classroom.

The semester at Wheaton College had started a few days ago, but my first lecture for the class wasn’t until today. I always enjoyed teaching and sharing my knowledge with young, eager minds, so there was a genuine smile on my face. I was so excited!

“Today, I’m going to talk about…talk…about, umm,” I started to say confidently, but I quickly lost my entire train of thought.

As my eyes scanned the students sitting in front of me, I was stunned when I saw George sitting there staring at me. What the hell was he doing in my class?! I didn’t remember seeing his name on my class registrar list. Did he last minute add my class? I was honestly a bit shocked. After our last encounter, I tried to think of so many ways to see him again, but I couldn’t think of a way that would seem normal. However, he also didn’t seem to make any effort to see me again either. I was confused, happy, and upset all at the same time.

I took a deep breath, peeled my eyes away from his handsome face, and tried to continue with my lecture. As much as I tried to focus on my material, there felt like there was a schism in my brain. Part of me wanted to focus on being professional, while the other part of me wanted to stare at him and daydream of all the things we could do together. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t resist staring at him. I swore I saw half the girls looking over at him rather than paying attention to my lecture.

At a certain point, I knew if I kept looking over at him, some students would catch on. The only way I was able to solve my dilemma was that I stared at a spot straight ahead while I spoke. I was sure that I looked kind of weird, but it was better than anyone noticing me staring at one of my students.

Thankfully, I was able to concentrate enough to get through my lecture and I ended the class. The students started to pack up their things and walk out of the room while I stared down at my notes on the podium. I felt my fingers cramp and I realized I was squeezing the podium hard during the entire lecture and now my fingers were incredibly pale. I finally relaxed my grip and flexed my fingers while I smiled at some of the students who were leaving and saying bye to me.

“Hey professor, can I talk to you for a moment,” I heard a familiar voice say and when I looked over, I saw George walking over towards me.

“S-sure, of course,” I replied and almost stumbled over my words.

The closer he walked towards me, the faster I felt my heart pound in my chest. For a moment, all I could see was him. I knew that we were in a professional setting and I was the adult here, but I felt myself getting more and more turned on. Flashes of memories entered my mind from our past encounter; his chiseled body, my body covered in his cum, and the intense orgasms he gave me. God, I found myself still obsessed with him even a week later.

It wasn’t long until he was standing next to me and I felt myself helplessly looking up into his clear blue eyes. I tried to hide any glimpse of desire from my face, but I knew it was probably impossible. I also couldn’t help but notice his scent. God, why did he smell so damn good? He wasn’t even wearing cologne! He just had an intoxicating, manly aroma. I don’t know if it was pheromones or what, but even dirtier memories flooded my brain; the feeling when his thick cock fully pierced into me, my deep moans, and his mouth sucking my hard nipple. He hadn’t even touched me yet and I felt incredibly horny.

Once the last students left and we were alone, I softly hissed at him, “What are you doing here?”

“When I found out that you were a professor here, I had to take your class. I couldn’t resist getting a chance to stare at the hottest professor in the country,” he said with a charming smile on his face.

I felt my cheeks get hot and I tried to figure out a response, but he continued before I could think of something, “But, I have to be honest, I had some difficulty paying attention.”

“Well, the subject material isn’t for everyone…and…umm,” I said, caught off guard.

“Nah, it wasn’t the material. It’s how you’re dressed. I can’t believe a woman with a ridiculously hot body like yours could dress so frumpy,” he said with a disappointed tone while his eyes glanced up and down my body.

F-f-frumpy? I couldn’t help but look down at how I was dressed to try to see what he saw. I was wearing a skirt, but it was very loose, flowy, and went all the way down to my ankles. The blouse that I had on was also billowy and almost completely hid my DD-cup breasts. My entire figure was essentially hidden, which was usually exactly the look I went for when I was teaching my classes. Compared to what I wore at the pool party, I probably looked like the plainest girl in the world.

“I…I, uhh,” I stammered out.

“Look, I gotta head to my next class. almanbahis I’ll see you at your next lecture and maybe I’ll be more captivated,” he said with a sly wink before he turned around and walked out of the room.

I was left feeling completely stunned by the conversation. It was like my heart just went on a rollercoaster ride. Still dazed, I turned around to gather my papers at the podium where I soon stopped and scoffed. What the hell? We haven’t seen each other in about a week, and this was what he wanted to talk about? After what happened between us, I thought there would be more yearning and wistfulness for me. I couldn’t believe it.

I left the lecture hall and decided to drive home since I didn’t have any other classes or office hours for the rest of the day. When I started my drive home, I was really angry at George, but then my mind started to focus more and more on how crestfallen his face seemed when he looked at me. It was bizarre to think about, but I started to feel bad about letting him down. I wanted him to look at me with eyes blazing with desire, not disappointment.

The rest of the week was a blur as my mind went from anger to confusion, and now determination. I wanted to impress George at the next lecture and see his eyes burning with lust from the other side of the lecture hall. I went through all of my clothes and felt like I assembled the perfect outfit. It was professional, but I thought it still complimented my figure. I was impatient for my next class with him so I could see his reaction.

After the days felt like they dragged by, it was finally the day for my lecture with George and I was excited to get dressed. I hurriedly started to dress in the outfit I picked out earlier. I pulled up a pair of dress pants up my smooth legs and over my firm butt. The pants were not tight, but they still hugged the curves of my legs and felt like they highlighted my ass too. I grabbed the silk blouse and pulled it down over my torso. While it covered my entire upper body, it was a bit tighter than almost any other top I owned and caused my large breasts to push out the material slightly.

I double-checked how I looked in the mirror and thought I looked pretty damn good. I drove to the school campus with a smile on my face and I imagined all sorts of different reactions that George might have. By the time I walked into my lecture hall, I was brimming with confidence. I was a little early today, so students were still coming in after I started organizing my papers on the podium. I quickly glanced up excitedly to see if he was inside yet, but sadly he wasn’t.

As more students walked in, I started to get increasingly flustered that he hadn’t shown up yet. Where the hell was he? I heard an uproar of both laughter and giggling outside the room and when I looked over, he finally walked in with a pack of girls completely surrounding him. Jealousy immediately took a hard grip on my emotions as I watched silently. I felt myself start to grip the podium tightly, and I had to consciously loosen my grasp. No, I would not be jealous. Of course, girls would flock to him. But I was confident I’d have his attention during the lecture.

I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath to reset myself before I announced that my lecture would begin soon. The students took their seats and got ready to take notes. I scanned the students, but my eyes lingered on George to see his reaction. At first, I noticed his eyes staring at me, but only a few moments later I saw him smile at some of the girls sitting next to him and started whispering to them. My confidence that was at an all-time high was now cratering to new depths. Fucking seriously?

I did my best to continue on with my lecture, but I kept fumbling over my words and misspeaking regularly. It was hard to concentrate when I felt so incredibly disappointed and generally confused as well. Why wasn’t he impressed with my outfit? I mean, my figure was definitely on display, so why was he more interested in the girls around him? Didn’t he say he liked a more mature woman like me? What the hell was wrong with him? Or was there still something wrong with how I was dressed? I couldn’t figure it out.

My eyes actively avoided looking over at him, not because I was trying not to get caught staring, but because I was so frustrated with him. In the back of my mind, I knew that I shouldn’t be jealous of someone as young as him, but I didn’t care. Once my confusion was replaced with agitation, the rest of my lecture went surprisingly smoothly. Before long, I lost complete track of time and an hour had already gone by. I ended my lecture and the students started to get up, pack their things, and leave. Well, most of the students anyway.

George was still in his seat, surrounded by a gaggle of girls. It seemed like he was completely oblivious to anything else going on except for the revealing tops and short skirts around him. I thought that he would excuse himself to once again walk up and talk to me, but after almanbahis giriş a few minutes of waiting, he didn’t even budge. I hotly collected my notes and briskly walked out of the hall. I was so upset that I didn’t even check to see if he noticed.

I headed to my office on campus since I had office hours right after the lecture this week. I was one of the first professors to get their office moved to one of the newest buildings on campus, so the general area was pretty empty. Once inside the building, I walked down a deserted hallway and walked into my office, and sat down behind my desk.

Since the building was brand new, my office was very modern looking. However, a lot of it was hidden because I filled it with books, research, copies of my degrees and certifications, and lots of papers. I pushed some papers to the side as I rested my elbows on the glass table-top and buried my face in my hands. I didn’t realize it earlier, but my heart was still steadily pounding.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my open door and heard, “Hey Professor, I…uhh, are you ok?”

I picked my head up from my hands and I saw one of my students from my other class standing at the doorway when I responded, “Oh Bella, come in, come in.”

She smiled at me and closed the door before she took a seat in front of my desk. It was incredibly refreshing to see Bella. I taught her last year and found her to be an incredibly bright young lady. I was very happy she was taking one of my classes again this year. Rumor had it that she was in a relationship with one of the school’s Avengers, which was what they called the school’s hottest guys, and I completely believed it. She was incredibly cute and had a wonderful fashion sense.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so flustered, Professor. What’s going on?” she asked sweetly once she sat down.

“Oh honey, the answer doesn’t change no matter what age you are; boys,” I said as calmly as I could.

I saw her blush and smile before replying, “That is both heartwarming and…kinda scary to know.”

After we both sighed, she continued, “I totally get it though. My boyfriend Alex really gets on my nerves sometimes. Sometimes it seems like it’s impossible for him to take 10 seconds to look at his phone and text me back. Or if he does text back, he sends like two words. I’m sorry Professor, I’m probably way oversharing.”

“Not at all! For girls like us, this is a safe space, trust me,” I said with a small chuckle.

She slightly laughed as well before asking innocently, “Is a guy also ignoring you?”

“I guess you could say that,” I said vaguely and couldn’t help but have a trace of annoyance in my voice.

“Well, if it’s any help, guys are super dumb. They sometimes can’t think about anything other than what is right in front of them. They also get distracted way too easily. If he likes you, I’m sure he’ll come around eventually, like my Alex does,” she said warmly.

“Aww, thank you, Bella. I hope so too. But enough about me, what can I help you with?”

She soon started to bombard me with questions from one of my recent classes and it felt good to focus on something else and explain things to her. I was not in a good mental space before, but spending some time with her really helped me feel better. Hopefully that boy Alex knew what sort of treasure he had with her. If he ever let her go, he was the dumbest guy to ever live.

After helping Bella, a few other students stopped by and I found myself way too busy to even think about George. By the end of my office hours, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction in helping the young minds of tomorrow and I left the campus much happier than I thought I would. Of course, I was still slightly annoyed by how much George was ignoring me, but it wasn’t like we were dating or anything. I started to make peace with the fact that maybe our hot, steamy moment together was just that; a moment.

The next few days were a blur of going to campus to teach and working on my academic paper. I was especially enthralled in writing my research one night when I was interrupted by my doorbell. I walked over to my door, but when I looked through the peephole, I didn’t see anyone. Confused, I opened the door and that was when I saw a box on my doorstep. That was weird, I didn’t remember ordering anything. I reached down to pick it up, but I didn’t see any kind of shipping label. It just had a sticky note with my name on it.

I closed the door and brought it inside. It didn’t feel particularly heavy, so I wondered what it was and where it came from. Part of me wondered if I should just ignore it, but curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what was in the box. After placing it on the table, I sliced through the tape with some scissors. When I opened it, I was surprised to see a collection of some clothes, and even a pair of heels too. Did I sleepwalk order some clothes online or something? I saw a note inside and picked it up.

‘Wearing this at your next lecture almanbahis yeni giriş would definitely keep my attention.

George’

That little shit, was he serious? He was so disappointed in what I was wearing that he actually bought me clothes? I scoffed to myself in disbelief. I closed the box quickly and walked away angrily. Before long I was back in my office and my fingers were furiously slamming the keys on my keyboard. He had practically ignored me this entire time, and now expected me to wear something he picked out? Literally crazy. Although, the clothes did seem really nice. When I glanced at the labels, they were from a high-end brand too. What kind of outfit was it anyway?

The more I tried to not think about it, the more it gnawed at me. Ok, fine, I might as well take a look at it. I walked back to the dining room, picked up the box, and brought it to my bedroom. Everything looked brand new and was wrapped in plastic. There was a button-up top, a skirt, a thong, and a pair of heels. I scoffed again at the absurdness of it all, but I couldn’t help but admire how good quality the clothing was. I checked the tags and was shocked that they were the right sizes too! The clothes did look kinda cute. There was no harm in trying them on, right?

After I stripped off my loungewear, I grabbed the lace thong and pulled it up my smooth and toned legs. It felt tight around my hips and once I adjusted it, I felt the back material disappear in between my firm ass. I usually never wore underwear like this, and I was surprised by how sexy it made me feel. I grabbed the plaid skirt and stepped into it before pulling it up to my waist. I zipped it close and was shocked at how snug it felt. It tightly wrapped around my hips and thighs and I knew it had to show off some of the curves of my butt.

I reached into the box to find the matching lace bra to the thong but I didn’t find any. What the hell? Where was the bra? Did he not get one cause he didn’t know my size? No, he obviously guessed my size for everything else. Maybe he expected me to wear one I already owned? That didn’t make sense either since it seemed like this was a complete outfit and everything was meant to be worn together. Maybe the top had a built-in bra or something.

Once I grabbed the sleeveless top to check, I realized it didn’t seem to have one, but I decided to try it on anyway. It seemed like it was a button-up, so after slipping my arms through it, I started to snap the buttons at the bottom of the shirt after tucking it into the skirt. However, once I got about halfway up, I didn’t see any new buttons. Wait, really? Was it defective or something? This couldn’t be the style, could it?

I decided to step in front of the mirror to see how I looked and I audibly gasped. This outfit looked even sexier than I thought! I didn’t realize how form-fitting the top was until I saw my reflection. It also seemed designed to be extra tight around my waist and showed off my flat stomach. Because the top didn’t have any additional buttons, there was a deep V that went down from my neck to almost past my breasts. The deep cut was narrow, so it didn’t show a lot of my bare skin, but the soft curves of my DD-cup boobs were still slightly visible. It was also so tight that my still mostly perky breasts were locked in place by the top, but they were so big that they pushed the material further out and outlined them clearly.

My eyes lowered from the top to the plaid skirt and I realized that it was more revealing than I thought as well. I knew it hugged my hips tightly, but I didn’t realize how short it was! It seemed like it ended just a couple of inches above my knee…no, more like it only went to my mid-thigh. The creamy skin of my toned legs were definitely on display. I turned slightly and my eyes widened at just how much my ass stuck out too. My butt wasn’t even that big! But it was tight, firm, and round and stretched the material out behind me as well.

The style and the material definitely seemed to suggest that this could be professional attire that someone could wear to an office, but it was borderline inappropriate. How could I possibly wear this to school? However, the more I stared at myself, the more I liked the outfit. I couldn’t deny how sexy I felt, but this seemed so wrong.

I soon started to imagine what George’s eyes would look like if he saw me in this. I was sure I would see the same passionate fire that I saw the last time we were intimate. I would get lost staring into those eyes and I shuddered when I thought of his large hands grabbing my thin waist. I fantasized about our lips crashing into each other and how his hands would grab my ass. He would probably pull on the skirt, raising it higher and higher until….until…

God, I was surprised at how turned on I felt thinking about this. I felt my nipples harden as they strained against the top and I saw them poking through as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a fierce desire to touch them and without realizing it, I slowly started to move my hands toward them. My heart started to race as my fingers finally reached the hardened buds and brushed against them. I gasped in pleasure while my hands softly pinched my nipples through the top. I moaned softly and my legs felt weak.

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All over the UK news broadcasters are saying how lonely a lot of the elderly are — ‘starved of friendship’ is a popular headline. Now, I happen to like old ladies, their ripe chubby fat bodies and titties, and they usually never trim their cunt hair and more to the point, have probably never had sex in years.

So, I set about getting to meet them. Luckily, my local council had a scheme called, new friends. I had a hard job convincing them that aged only 25, I wanted to befriend the oldies, but they bought my story about getting on well with my grandparents.

My first assignment was with a nice lady called Joyce. She was in her early seventies and I met her for afternoon tea at her lovely bungalow.

She looked nice and more to a point smelt really lovely — lavender. With the usual tight perm, she had sparkly eyes, and from what I could determine, an ample bust.

Hers was the usual story, married for a very long time, hubby died a couple of years ago. Childhood sweethearts, the only man she ever had — the usual story.

“It’s so nice of you Peter, to take the time to befriend me. I have been so lonely since my darling hubby died two years ago. I belong to the ladies circle but I really do miss male interest — so to speak”

“I am rather curious as to why, as a young man, you joined this scheme. Surely it must be boring to be with us oldies.”

“Well, Joyce I prefer the company of older people, they are, like almanbahis my grandparents, so interesting. For example, and I am sorry if this embarrasses you, my nana and grandpa told me a lot about sex in war and what went on and how women then became more liberated.”

“Well Peter, your grandparents, seem very liberal. For myself, I only ever had one man and he was lovely and also unusually erotic.”

“That is interesting Joyce. Can you tell me more or is it a naughty secret?”

“Well, it is naughty, some would say filthy. But my lovely hubby had a fetish about watching women going to the toilet — you know, peeing. And as I wanted to please him he used to watch me and that led to him fingering me as I took a lovely long pee. It got to the stage that when he made me cum I used to squirt it out.”

“Oh, Joyce that sounds wonderful.” With that, I went over and sat beside her, and started kissing her wrinkled neck. ” You smell so lovely, Joyce. Can I kiss you properly?”

As we kissed she held me tight and was happy to open her mouth so we could get more of each other.

“Oh my goodness, that takes me back to my younger days.”

“And what does this do” as I ran a hand up her legs and over her loose granny pants which were wet.

“Oh this is not right, but it is so lovely,” she moaned with lust as I pushed my fingers inside, I felt a lovely short piss squirt which made her hairy pussy wet and ready. Teasing almanbahis yeni giriş and probing the gaping hole and tweaking her big erect clit she responded.

“Mmmm… oooooh yesses…” she moaned happily. “This is so lovely but if you finger me any more I will come and pee at the same time and that will put you right off.”

“Joyce, how do you know that you will pee?”

“I know this is shameful, but to follow my hubby’s fetish once a week we had our special piss play day. We both got naked and I lay in that recliner chair over there, on top of lots of towels. He then got me going with a big vibrator up my vagina and a small one up my bum. He then positioned himself so I could suck him off. That lot soon got me sexed up and then he started talking to me using really foul words, like, ram that cunt you stinky bitch, I want to see you gush your cunt. And soon I started to orgasm one after the other my piss hole went wild and would gush like a fountain.”

“And did you like it?”

“Well, yes because it was like having two orgasms at once. When I finished he would have a strong wank and shoot streams of thick spunk over my tits and tummy and as he had a nice full bladder he then pissed all over me. It was just fantastic and I miss it.”

“Joyce would like to do that with me, I love piss sex. How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“Oh yes, I look forward to it- but make sure you are nice and full and almanbahis giriş ready to go.”

The next day she was dressed in just a dressing gown and took me into the living room. “Peter, it’s been such a long time since I did this, I am afraid I might be a disappointment to you.”

She did look unhappy so I took her in my arms and started deep tongue kissing her. Sliding one hand between her naked thighs I happily discovered a mass of cunt hair.

“Oh, that’s nice Peter. Oh yes, play with my clit.”

As soon as my thumb hit it, she squirmed and pissed into my hand. It was so fucking sexy.

To get her going, I took her over and laid her on the chair with her legs spread wide apart, letting me see her prominent old cunt lips and pubic hair. As I had a big stonking hard-on I quickly took off all my clothes and going to the side of the chair close to her head I told her to suck my dick. Which she did.

Letting my cock go, she asked for her vibrators and proceeded to stick the fat one up her shit hole and with the thick very long one started to ream her love tube.

“Come on you dirty old cow, fuck yourself. Stick it right up that hairy cunt”, I used utterly filthy words to get her sexed-up.

“I cumming, Peter, this is fucking fantastic. Oh yes. Yes.” And with that, she shot a fountain of piss. She looked so fucking hot. Droopy tits a lovely fat wobbly belly and all that now soaked cunt hair.

She came three times and I was wanking all the time. It got to the stage where I had to let go. Standing over her I shot three massive strings of spunk over her face and tits and she lapped it up.

“Now wash me off.”

Which I took to be my cue to piss all over her.

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