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I was shaving my legs.

Really.

That’s all I was doing. Nothing all that spectacular. It’s just something that women do, you know?

I’d just finished my shower, and was sitting on the edge of the tub with the water running, running my Bic along my calves when it came to me. What would I look like without that auburn thatch between my thighs?

I smiled, a slight shiver passing through my body. What would Gary think? Even now I could hear him out in the living room waiting for me to finish getting ready for our date. I really didn’t have the time for such nonsense.

But there I was…with the razor in my hand…the steam of the shower curling seductively between my legs, and I knew I wanted to do it!

“Keri?” The voice rose from beyond the door. “What’s taking so long? That show’s going to start in half an hour!”

I giggled. If only he knew. Well…why not? He’d be squirming all night…wondering what “it” looked like without its protective covering of “fur”. It was good for a laugh.

“Just a few more minutes, Hon. I need to shave between my legs before we go.” My grin was complete. I only wished I could see the look on his face right now.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Gary’s blond head popped through the crack. “You’re kidding,” he said, his eyebrows arched comically. “After all this time, you’ve decided to do something like that? How come?”

It was my eyebrows that went up this time. Gary and I had shared a lot of things over the last few months, but a bathroom wasn’t one of them. I could feel the redness begin to creep upward from my collarbone, and knew I must be a sight. “Well…I don’t know exactly…just a whim, I guess. Why?”

He hesitated now, his voice dropping huskily. “Would you mind if I watched?” he rasped, his eyes darting heatedly toward the razor held poised in my hand.

Watched? He wanted to WATCH me?

Suddenly my idea didn’t seem as great anymore. Gary and I had been “intimate”, sure…but to watch me shave my mound. I wasn’t too sure I could handle that! But, there he was, and there I was…and the razor…yeah, it was there too. So, against my better judgement, I heard myself telling him: “Sure, why not!”

Slowly I stood up and washed my legs in the shower as Gary settled himself on the toilet lid, the “show” at the Cineplex now all but forgotten. Then, squirting a little shaving gel into my palm I reached between my legs and began to lather my tight, auburn curls until they stood out in foamy relief and I felt t I was ready to go on.

I’d shaved a little around the edges before, for bikini season, but this would be the first time since puberty that I would be completely “nude”. What would it feel like, I wondered? The thought sent a delicious shiver between my thighs. It felt a little bit naughty…no, “sensuous” somehow. I glanced nervously over at Gary, to gauge his reaction.

Gary was completely captivated, his eyes following my every move with unwavering concentration. His gaze touched me, caressed me as I stepped out of the shower and turned to sit on the edge of cevizli escort the tub facing him.

His tee shirt was off now, probably because of the steam that swirled around us both, and I swear I think his nipples were hard! I know mine were, and it wasn’t helping my composure one bit. What a dumb idea…dumb… dumb… dumb!

But I was committed now, so I opened my legs wide, and with quivering fingers I made the first pass of the blade over the top of my mound, feeling the Bic scrape smoothly over my flesh.

Now there was no turning back, I thought as I looked below at the bare patch of flesh that adorned my sex. I’d really look ridiculous with a bald spot on my crotch. But then who was there to see, but Gary? And frankly, from the expression on his face at the moment, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind!

I paused. Gary was totally mesmerized by now. His tongue slowly traced his lower lip as though, by sheer will power, he was helping me stroke myself. It would have been comical, except for the huge distortion along the front of his jeans. He was really getting off on this! The thought sent a rush of wetness between my thighs, and suddenly I knew…I WANTED him to watch!

I made another pass, and my small crop of “pubes” diminished by yet another degree. Gary’s hand was stroking this thigh by now, but I knew where he wanted it to be…where I wanted it to be.

I continued to swipe. Now the sides of my bush had narrowed, and there was an oblong strip tracing the edges of my slit left to be done. This would be harder. I didn’t want to cut myself. That hadn’t been a part of the plan, if you could call such an impromptu act a “plan”.

Slowly, I slid the fingers of my left hand inside my “lips”, stretching them outward, guarding my inner folds from the threat of the blade, and that’s when I looked up.

Gary was beside himself by now, his bulging erection straining against the fabric of his jeans, threatening to shatter the zipper at any moment.

“Why don’t you take those off?” I smiled sweetly. If he was going to watch me, then why couldn’t I have a little fun as well?

In a flash, Gary’s jeans were over the towel bar and he was crossing the tile in my direction, his shaft peeking out of the gap in his boxers. “I could help you with that.” He offered heatedly. “You’re probably less apt to cut yourself that way,” he finished.

Sure. Right. As if! But at the same time, the thought turned me on…made me squirm against the cold porcelain of the tub in a way that wasn’t quite as uneasy as it should have been. Suddenly I felt myself handing him the razor. “But be careful!” I admonished. “Remember…you break it you bought it!”

If he’d heard my lame joke at all, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, with a singular purpose he lowered himself between my thighs, razor in hand, and slipped his fingers inside my wet and quivering slit.

Instantly, the “game” fell away, and his touch sent me into a sensuous spiral. Each tiny nudge of his fingers, each minute pass of the blade brought erenköy escort a fresh gush from my vulnerable core…coating his fingers in my slippery juices.

Finally, he was finished, and my naked sex glowed pink in the bathroom light. I started to rise, but Gary held me fast, his hand grasping a wet washcloth from the edge of the tub and rinsing my newly bared flesh. Then, with slow determination, he parted my sex with his thumbs and slipped his tongue in where his fingers had been not so very long ago.

I sighed, my uneven breathing rapidly giving way to a low moan as he began to swirl his tongue over my quivering clit. I lost my concentration then…in a big way… and felt myself begin to slip backwards into the tub. It was only Gary’s last minute lunge that kept me from cracking my scull of the hard porcelain of the bathtub floor.

Instead, I felt him lower me gently to the bathmat below him, and once more resume his position between my legs. Eager to cooperate, I braced my right leg up and over the edge of the tub once more…opening myself fully, parting my sex to give my lover greater access.

He set to his task in earnest now, his tongue licking my bared sex…dipping and darting into my creamy hole…nibbling my clit with hungry determination. He was everywhere…doing everything at once.

Suddenly I felt myself come undone…release…shatter against the tiles. Moaning I grabbed his hair, tugging… tearing at him as I writhed on the bathroom floor.

I was beyond rational thought, or so I imagined, but when he began to cover his body with my own, to slip his bursting shaft into my hairless slit…I heard myself say a single word.

“No.”

He froze as though he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard…his face a mask of frustration.

“Huh?” he replied in a haze. “No? Are you kidding? Ohhh, Keri!”

I caught my breath at that moment, and knew what I wanted after all. “Go sit on the toilet, Gary,” I responded, “and let me do you now.”

“Keri! What in hell are you talking about! Do me? Guys don’t shave their cocks. Just lay back and I’ll take your mind off…”

“No.” I was adamant now. Fair’s fair…it was my turn, and I was bound and determined to have it.

Gary took in the set of my jaw and knew I’d won. If we were going to get anywhere tonight, he was going to have to give me my way, at least this time. Slowly he crossed to the toilet, lifted the lid and prepared himself tentatively for what was to come. “You know what you’re doing with that thing, don’t you?” he asked nervously. “You’re not Lorena Bobbit, you know.”

I tried to smile, but the memory of the woman who’d cut off her husband’s prized possession haunted me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…

Kneeling before him, I looked upward into Gary’s eyes, his reprieve in hand so to speak, but the look on his face told me that he was actually enjoying this! His eyes were closed now, his back pressed against the lid of the toilet, hips thrust forward…his “hard on” fairly esenyurt escort exploding in my fingers.

And that’s when I really decided to go for it.

With a noisy “gush”, I squirted some shaving foam into my left hand and began to lather the area around the base of his steely erection.

He licked his lips. I smiled. My hand shivered ever so slightly, and I made the first pass with the razor.

He jumped!

“Hold still, Gary! You wouldn’t want me to get nervous, would you?”

Immediately he froze, his thighs opening even wider to give me free rein between his legs…holding himself steady for the next swipe of the blade.

The Bic whispered once again between his thighs, taking his dark covering with it and leaving this obscenely naked patch glaring back at me. He was being such a good sport, I thought, cupping his hairy balls…I wonder if I could…

“Don’t even think about it!” I heard him say. “This is as far as you go, Lady!”

I smiled then, my hand stroking the newly bared surface of his sex. He was such a “game” guy. Would I do THAT to him?

His shaft, now distended beyond reason, jutted out at me from the juncture of his thighs, begging for the attention he so richly deserved. And so, curling the fingers of my left hand around the base of his cock, I poised him between my parted lips and began to lick his quivering knob.

Immediately, he grabbed my hair and began to thrust… deeper…deeper until I could feel him at the back of my throat.

I squirmed. So deep…so hard! Rapidly, I felt him slide back and forth between my lips while he held me fast by my long, auburn hair. Deeper and deeper until he was ramming full force into my throat, my nose hammering against his newly shaved crotch…my chin nudging his balls with each determined plunge.

I began to suck then, my own ardor rising once more as I slid my finger into my weeping slit and began to stroke my clit. The faster he thrust…the harder I sucked…and the more ardently I massaged myself until finally I felt him straighten between my lips…his climax at hand…and begin to tremble.

I moaned, the corded tension in my belly screaming for release…and then I tasted him. Flooding into my mouth, he groaned, his hands roughly grasping my hair…holding me close as he shot his cum deep into my throat. Within seconds my body began to shudder as my own orgasm shook me to the core and I gushed between my legs…into my hand…down the insides of my thighs.

My lip closed convulsively around him now as I milked him dry, taking all that he had to offer and wanting more. Had he ever cum this hard before? Had I? I didn’t think that “more” was possible!

Finally, sated, his flow stopped and my own orgasm began to abate. Gary leaned against the back of the toilet, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes still closed tightly.

Limp, I lay back against the bathmat once again, smiling contentedly. It had been fun, erotic, incredible…a departure from the norm. Would our little planned trysts ever be the same after this?

I glanced his way to see what his final reaction to the whole thing would be. Would he want to try something new again sometime? Would he?

His eyes were open now, and he was smiling down at me. Then, as though he could read my mind he said with a lascivious grin: “How soon before you need another shave?”

I was going to need more razors.

Lots of them…

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When you wake up at 4:30 a.m. with an erection and a softly snoring girl in your bed, your mind naturally turns to sex. The moonlight exposed the rise and fall of her t-shirted chest and, as it only covered a small part of her ass, sex wasn’t out of the question.

Kissing her bed-warm ass cheeks was the beginning. As I moved down, into the valley between her legs, the top one shifted a little bit, allowing me more access. Whether it was unconscious or she was waking up I didn’t know, but I moved deeper, kissing and stroking her.

“Ummmm,” Jen moaned. Kiss.

“Wassa time?” Another kiss.

“Why, you gotta date?” Kiss once more.

“Unh? Oh, no, I guess not.” Kiss, then lick.

“Good. We can stay here.” Kiss, trace finger over hip.

“That’s nice. You wanna play?” The finger entered her.

“Yes. I want you by moonlight.”

She was alert now. “I’ve never been had by moonlight.”

“So we’ll achieve two firsts: doggie style, and by the light of the moon.” I rose on my knees and pulled her into position. She leaned forward on her elbows.

“Can we take off your shirt?”

“Why?”

” ‘Cause I wanna see your breasts sway in the moonlight.”

She reached back, grabbed the shirttail, and in one motion had it off. I opened her legs and crept between them, my stiffness poking her. “Oh you’re hard already,” she husked.

“And you’re pretty turned on yourself,” I said, since my arm was wrapped around her waist and my finger was inside her. She wiggled her ass against me and flipped her hair to one side.

“Guide me in, Jen,” She slicked her fingers and reached between her legs, found my cock, then fumbled through the hair until she had me at the right place. I pushed forward and, two thrusts later, I was surrounded.

I thrust, then pulled back. She clamped her legs tight. “Don’t y’all dare pull out!” she barked. “It feels so big there.” I pushed in. “Oh yes, that’s better, that’s nice, so nice.”

I started a slow rhythm, holding her cheeks for balance. As I moved in, Jen pushed buck. I slowed and reached for her clit. “Oh ye-a-a-a-a-h,” she coo-ed as I stroked her hard nub. I was getting pretty excited myself

“Jen, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Can you hold off? Slow down, stop, don’t cum now, I’m having too much fun here.” I held still while she moved forward. When she had just my cockhead inside, she slowly rotated her hips. I began stroking her clit.

“Yeah, that’s it, don’t pinch me,” she whispered. “Do it in circles.” I followed her instruction.

“Oh god that’s really good. Now, press you finger tight, there, yessssssss, that’s s-o-o-o-o-o good, god yessssss.” She pushed back a little, then dropped her head to the pillow so that my cock was pressing upward into her.

“Now push in, yea-a-a-a-h, not too far, now back out, oh god yeah, now circle my clit again, softly. No not that soft, harder, yeah, that’s good, so g-o-o-o-d.” I was getting really excited.

“Jen, I’m gonna cum soon,” I whispered.

“I’m close. Please hold off, please. Just play with my cli — oh god yesssssss! Oh god, do it now! I can feel you, cum in me, god Jake it’s so damn good, so fuckin’ good!” and she slammed back, again and again. I held her tight as I gushed my spurts into her writhing pussy.

Exhausted, we collapsed in a heap. My face ended up beside the back of her head as I tried to maintain consciousness.

*

The sunlight streaming through the window, and the smell of coffee coming through the open bedroom door, woke me up. I needed the toilet and to wash myself.

I emerged to be met by this naked long-haired goddess, whose hair was draped across one breast, mostly obscuring her pussy, though since everything was jet black it was tough to tell.

“Want some coffee?”

“Don’t drink the stuff. I’ll make tea, or maybe have a Sprite.” We adjourned to the couch and she sat in my lap, her coffee and my Sprite-in-a-glass on the table.

“I didn’t hear you get up.”

“Y’all were dead to the world. I didn’t want to wake you. I figured when I flushed the toilet you’d get up, but you didn’t move. I really like being naked in the kitchen in the morning,” she said, oh-so-matter-of-factly. “And last night was spectacular.”

“You mean last night-last night or last night-this morning?”

“Oh yeah, this morning. God, that was the most wonderful way to be woke up.”

Among the things we’d bought at the late-night supermarket before going to bed were the ingredients for a large omelet. She’d never heard of bagels, so when the two I’d taken from the frozen four-pack and left out overnight to thaw were toasted and smeared with cream cheese, she pronounced them delicious.

As we were piling the dishes in the sink, I brought up our yesterday morning so long ago.

“You asked me what I did with a girl who’d stayed overnight, remember?”

“Not really. So much has happened since then, I’ve forgotten. Tell me.”

“I said if it was a weekend, probably what we’d do is take a shower and go back to bed and fuck each beylikdüzü escort other’s brains out.”

“Oh yeah, now I remember,” she said, coquettishly batting her eyes.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.” She looked stricken.

“We’re going to do it NOW and we’re gonna do it HERE.” She squealed as I pulled her to me. We jammed our faces into each other and she pushed her pussy against my rapidly-hardening cock.

When we broke for air, I spun her around and had her lean against the counter. “Spread ’em, lover,” I said, and she opened her thighs. I reached for her moist pussy, then circled her lips and clit as she moaned in encouragement and humped against me.

“Y’all’re lookin’ for love in all the right places,” she husked through her hair. While working her clit and pussy, I slobbed the fingers of my other hand to wet my cockhead, then moved in. The usual fumbling ensued, but I got there.

“Oh yeah, umpff, that’s nice, more, push it in, there, you’ve got it,” she instructed as she adjusted to take me completely inside.

The thrusting and playing got her going far faster than I’d expected, so when she stiffened and hissed her orgasm I wasn’t even close to cumming. When she slumped forward I had to grab her to avoid a head-first crash to the floor.

“Oh no you don’t, we’re not done yet. C’mon.” I scooped her up, planted myself on the couch, and sat her in my lap, facing me. Only my stiff cock was between us.

“You’re still hard. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Not of you. C’mon, mount up.” Her eyes widened when she realized what I had in mind.

“Damn that’s good,” she said throatily, sliding onto me.

“Now I have the best of all worlds. I’m in you, I can kiss you anytime I want, and these are right here.” I tweaked a nipple. “And I can play with you,” and I brushed my thumb across her clit.

“Sounds pretty one-sided. What do I get out of this?” She started to ride me.

“You mean aside from getting fucked on a sunny Sunday morning, after losing your bagel virginity?” I thrust upward. She grinned and lifted her ass up, dropped it down, and wiggled.

“Yeah, what’s in it for me?” She swung her hips.

“You’ve got my cock inside you, isn’t that enough?”

“Stupid boys, think only they can have fun,” and she tweaked my left nipple. It didn’t really hurt, but the electric shock that went through me must have shown on my face. It certainly brought another thrust of my hips.

“Ooo-o-o-o-o, another erogenous zone.”

“From the Greek, eros, meaning —”

She shut me by tweaking the nipple again, hard. “Owwww! That hurt!”

“Then stop bein’ an ass,” she said. “Y’all’re here to fuck me.” We thrust against each other a couple of times. As she bounced, she threw her head back, swishing her hair across my face and wrapping it around her head.

“Where’d we put the scrunchies? I can’t see if y’all’re having a good time.” She leapt off, ran into the bedroom, and was still forming her hair into an abbreviated pony tail with them when she re-mounted.

In self-defense, I began working her clit. Jen leaned forward and bracketed me with her arms against the back of the couch.

“Now y’all’re gonna get fucked,” which was not so much an announcement of her intentions as a statement of fact. She worked her pussy on my cock with even greater vigor.

The sweat was running off us as we lap danced. I was playing with her breasts, holding them, enjoying the jiggling. We were good together.

I was just about to announce my impending orgasm when she barked out hers. “Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod oh g-o-d-d-d-d-d-d!” She gave a final twist of her hips, rose up, then dropped down, slamming her chest into me, then slumping forward. I shoved my cock deeper and came into her limp body, the explosion of ecstasy taking complete charge, and I took her along as I collapsed against the couch’s back.

We were pasted together when I recovered. I kissed her neck softly as we both returned to the world.

“I am a slut for sex.”

That unnerved me. “Don’t be a drama queen,” I croaked. “You are one really hot Yalie, with a sex drive that would get you arrested on an interstate highway, that’s for sure. But you’ve only been fucked what, five, six times? And you haven’t even been an ex-virgin for 24 hours.

“You can’t become a slut until you’ve willingly had twenty or thirty guys, whose names you didn’t even bother to ask, at least three of who were at the same time, and the entire show has been posted on YouTube with 10,000 hits in the past week. Then you can claim slutdom.”

“Y’all’re making that up.”

“Maybe a tiny bit. But I don’t like hearing you use that word to describe yourself.” I was on a roll now. “Yesterday you asked me if you were good in bed. I think I said we’d find out. Well, we’re finding out. You’re really good at this, you make me very happy, and I think you get a lot out of it as well. That’s not slutdom, that’s — well, it’s a lot about love. beyoğlu escort And,” I hurried, “it’s what good sex is. You like it and you want more.”

“I love seeing your eyes when you cum.” She kissed me.

“Don’t change the subject. Can’t you accept a compliment graciously?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Thank you. Oh look, you’ve got a nice little pool of everything, right there in your lap.”

“Want some?” I dipped my finger in the pool and offered it to her. She sucked it into her mouth, ran her tongue all over, then pulled off with a pop.

“I’m gonna clean you off,” she said, and without asking permission ducked into my lap. She did an excellent job.

“Kiss me, you fool,” I said as she finished, and we locked lips. When we broke for air, we cuddled, leaning against the back of the couch, breathing together.

“Shower, Jen.”

“Don’t wanna. Do I hafta?”

I cupped my hand to protect the couch and hobbled to the bathroom. Jen appeared, sans scrunchies, with four bottles. “Shampoo, rinse, conditioner, de-tangler,” she answered my questioning expression, lining them up on the counter.

“Can I help?”

Over the next 10 minutes I got an abbreviated course in female hair maintenance, Jen-style. Her hair, she said proudly, is finer than European hair, and shinier. She has to do more work to achieve the right look than do the other long-haired girls in her dorm.

“It’s an aesthetic,” she said seriously. “The European girls can take more shortcuts than I can. The ones with short hair really have it easy. I wouldn’t change places with any of them, but having to share a bathroom with five girls who don’t appreciate what I have to go through ain’t easy.”

As we were drying each other, Jen looked at the sodden bandages on my cheek and ear. “Oh yeah, I forgot. I’ve got the tape and gauze. Would you do something for me?”

“Sure. I can change the bandages.”

“Well, that too. But I’d really like to get some good pictures of the stitches.” She gently pulled off the tape and winced at what she saw.

“He cut you real bad, didn’t he?”

“The first time I saw it, I thought I looked like Frankenstein’s monster.”

“Or the laces on an old-time basketball.”

She took several photos of my cheek. When we pulled them up on my computer, we found she’d gotten the framing pretty good but neither of us liked the lighting. Her next shots satisfied us both, so she took a bunch of my notched ear, which were fine the first time.

“Sow’s ear,” she snarked.

“Silk purse.”

By the time we were done, her hair had mostly dried and it was time to comb it out. “Combing and brushing take more time than washing. Start at the bottom, go carefully. If you find a snag, work it slow, don’t pull it.” We must have worked for 20 minutes, with her sitting cross-legged on the bed, her ass snuggled in my crotch.

When she pronounced herself satisfied, I laid her down on the bed and began to nuzzle her. “Carl, can I enjoy my hair for a while? Isn’t there something else we can do?”

“Actually, there is,” I said.

“What?”

“Well, it’s kinda, uh, personal.”

“We’ve been ‘kinda personal’ for 24 hours. Out with it,” she ordered.

“I’d like to trim you.”

Her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared. “You are not touching my hair. No way.”

“No. Your bush.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and blushed, deeply. “Is there something wrong? Am I ugly? Do I smell?”

“Oh no, no — oh god no, not at all. I love your smell and your taste,” I leered, and her blush deepened. “It’s just that there’s so much hair there. I love the hair on your head,” and I stroked through it, “but when I eat you, or try to get in you, there’s so much in the way. I’d like to thin it out. That’s why I bought the mirror last night, so you can see and decide what to do.”

I fetched a towel and retrieved the long-handled mirror and my barber scissors from my dresser. “Hang your legs over the end of the bed.”

She settled into position and I handed her the mirror. “Your pussy is so beautiful,” I said, gently parting the hair. “When I start to eat you, I can’t get enough of your smell, but I have trouble finding your lips and clit.” I moved my fingers into the undergrowth and showed her how dense it was.

“What I’d like to do is trim everything back, so that your bush’s not so massive. Okay?”

As usual, Jen surprised me. “I’ve been thinking about doin’ this, but I’ve never felt comfortable asking any of the girls to help me. And since no one’s been, uh, hanging around down there, I didn’t know what needed to be done. In fact, since it’s so much into my groin, I’ve been embarrassed to put on a bathing suit. Can we do that too?”

“I’d love to. Can I take some pictures?”

“For publication?” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.

“Small circulation art magazines, anonymous web sites,” I countered. She actually looked scared. “No, no, before-and-after. We won’t show your face. bizimkent escort And they’re only for us. I’ll put them on a thumb drive and you can keep them.”

“Just crotch shots, promise?” She was grinning now.

“Promise.”

It took some time to get the lighting right, but the results told the story. We did standups (below the shoulders), closeups, left side, right side, even from behind with her bending forward.

“Okay, now let’s barber.”

She took it very seriously. I wanted to be able to dive in without having to guess where I was, but Jen had an aesthetic opinion about how she wanted to look. When we took a break after what she called “clear cutting,”I shot another round of photos.

We trimmed and thinned some more. She pronounced herself satisfied but was undecided about whether to have a firm line across the top of her mons or to just leave it alone.

“What difference does it make? I don’t obsess about mine.”

“Yeah, but you’re just a boy. I think I’m gonna leave it alone, less maintenance.”

She wanted to shave into the V of both legs. “It’ll be maintenance, but I’m gonna like it, I think.” I felt like a real barber, using the hot towel and lathering her, then working carefully with my razor. After applying some baby oil, we took a final round of photos.

“I look really good, don’t I?”

“Good enough to eat,” I said, smacking my lips.

“Quick shower, lover boy, y’all don’t want hair in your teeth.” We swept everything onto the towel and flushed them. In the shower I lavished her pussy with soapsuds and she did an excellent job on my cock — in fact, on every part of me. Fortunately, the hot water didn’t run out.

We dried off leisurely, no longer in immediate heat for each other, but hardly indifferent. She examined her new configuration.

“This really looks good. Wanna take it for a test drive?”

I sprang to full attention.

Her “new” pussy was a delight. The purpose was to improve access and looks, but while w=she was hardly bare, the neatly trimmed, curly fur around her dark red lips enhanced the view of the crinkly skin.

As I settled between her legs and swiped my tongue up the full length of her slit, she lifted up onto her elbows.

“Lick me here,” she pointed to an area near where we’d shaved. I complied, and she sighed.

“Kiss it, harder, please, use suction.”

I kissed again. “Yeah. Now the other side.”

As I alternated between the two spots, her breathing gradually got shallower and she eased herself back onto the bed.

“Now my clit, just a kiss.

“Now back.

“Oh that’s good, Now my clit, again.

“Go down, all the way to the bottom, with your finger, just slightly inside me.” I moved in.

“Oh god yes, that’s good, so good. Just do that for a while.”

Once I had a rhythm that she seemed to like, I snuck a look. Her lids had drooped and she was working her left nipple while her right arm lay across her belly. Twice she licked her lips.

“Now, just a little, pinch the lip.

“Unngh, no, that’s too hard, do it again, softer. Yeah, that’s better. Now the other one. Oh yeah, that’s good.

“Now back inside, just a little.

“Now the clit, harder, please.”

I pushed it hard to one side, which brought her hips up slightly.

“Play with it, run around it, now go back in, yes, oh yeah, that’s so nice, back and forth, so g-o-o-o-o-o-d.”

Her legs began to tense.

“Now Carl, go down on me, use your tongue, do me with your tongue, make me cum.”

Her aroma filled my lungs as I worked her lips. I cupped her ass cheeks and ran my fingers across that soft flesh, close to her rosebud.

“Oh yes, keep doing me, use your fingers, your mouth, inside me now, oh god that’s s-o-o-o-o-o good.” I felt her jerking what had to be her left nipple. Then she stiffened.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum — oh g — yessssssss!” It was a hiss more than a cry as she shoved her pussy hard against my face.

I was working the lips with my tongue when it hit. As the orgasm rolled over her, I moved slowly to her clit, then back. When she settled onto the mattress I slowed, then stopped. I felt her hand on my head, stroking softly. I kissed her clit and she jumped.

“No, I’m done, please, no more, please.”

I settled against her shoulder and kissed her neck. She moaned softly and cradled me, stroking my face. We lay there peacefully, and she dozed.

Did you just get a lesson from the Female Masturbation Champ of Jefferson County, Arkansas, in how to eat pussy? Or, at least, in how to eat her pussy? Yes you did.

As she woke she stretched like a cat. “Y’all’re good, Carl,” she said. “I couldn’t have done better myself.”

“I wish I’d known what to expect, I’d have taken notes.”

“I’m gonna become a better masturbator now that I have clear access to my pussy.” I blushed at her candor.

“Sure you will. But you also know about the alternative. A-a-a-a-n-d, speaking of alternatives, how about a naked lunch?” Not a bad idea, since it was closer to three o’clock than two.

Roast beef on whole wheat doesn’t sound erotic, but it gave me an opportunity to paint Jen’s nipples with mayonnaise. Unfamiliar with the medium, I made a mess of it and she demanded that I clean it up. Which I did, with my tongue, lapping everything squeaky clean. We got pretty excited and scampered to the bedroom.

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When you wake up at 4:30 a.m. with an erection and a softly snoring girl in your bed, your mind naturally turns to sex. The moonlight exposed the rise and fall of her t-shirted chest and, as it only covered a small part of her ass, sex wasn’t out of the question.

Kissing her bed-warm ass cheeks was the beginning. As I moved down, into the valley between her legs, the top one shifted a little bit, allowing me more access. Whether it was unconscious or she was waking up I didn’t know, but I moved deeper, kissing and stroking her.

“Ummmm,” Jen moaned. Kiss.

“Wassa time?” Another kiss.

“Why, you gotta date?” Kiss once more.

“Unh? Oh, no, I guess not.” Kiss, then lick.

“Good. We can stay here.” Kiss, trace finger over hip.

“That’s nice. You wanna play?” The finger entered her.

“Yes. I want you by moonlight.”

She was alert now. “I’ve never been had by moonlight.”

“So we’ll achieve two firsts: doggie style, and by the light of the moon.” I rose on my knees and pulled her into position. She leaned forward on her elbows.

“Can we take off your shirt?”

“Why?”

” ‘Cause I wanna see your breasts sway in the moonlight.”

She reached back, grabbed the shirttail, and in one motion had it off. I opened her legs and crept between them, my stiffness poking her. “Oh you’re hard already,” she husked.

“And you’re pretty turned on yourself,” I said, since my arm was wrapped around her waist and my finger was inside her. She wiggled her ass against me and flipped her hair to one side.

“Guide me in, Jen,” She slicked her fingers and reached between her legs, found my cock, then fumbled through the hair until she had me at the right place. I pushed forward and, two thrusts later, I was surrounded.

I thrust, then pulled back. She clamped her legs tight. “Don’t y’all dare pull out!” she barked. “It feels so big there.” I pushed in. “Oh yes, that’s better, that’s nice, so nice.”

I started a slow rhythm, holding her cheeks for balance. As I moved in, Jen pushed buck. I slowed and reached for her clit. “Oh ye-a-a-a-a-h,” she coo-ed as I stroked her hard nub. I was getting pretty excited myself

“Jen, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Can you hold off? Slow down, stop, don’t cum now, I’m having too much fun here.” I held still while she moved forward. When she had just my cockhead inside, she slowly rotated her hips. I began stroking her clit.

“Yeah, that’s it, don’t pinch me,” she whispered. “Do it in circles.” I followed her instruction.

“Oh god that’s really good. Now, press you finger tight, there, yessssssss, that’s s-o-o-o-o-o good, god yessssss.” She pushed back a little, then dropped her head to the pillow so that my cock was pressing upward into her.

“Now push in, yea-a-a-a-h, not too far, now back out, oh god yeah, now circle my clit again, softly. No not that soft, harder, yeah, that’s good, so g-o-o-o-d.” I was getting really excited.

“Jen, I’m gonna cum soon,” I whispered.

“I’m close. Please hold off, please. Just play with my cli — oh god yesssssss! Oh god, do it now! I can feel you, cum in me, god Jake it’s so damn good, so fuckin’ good!” and she slammed back, again and again. I held her tight as I gushed my spurts into her writhing pussy.

Exhausted, we collapsed in a heap. My face ended up beside the back of her head as I tried to maintain consciousness.

*

The sunlight streaming through the window, and the smell of coffee coming through the open bedroom door, woke me up. I needed the toilet and to wash myself.

I emerged to be met by this naked long-haired goddess, whose hair was draped across one breast, mostly obscuring her pussy, though since everything was jet black it was tough to tell.

“Want some coffee?”

“Don’t drink the stuff. I’ll make tea, or maybe have a Sprite.” We adjourned to the couch and she sat in my lap, her coffee and my Sprite-in-a-glass on the table.

“I didn’t hear you get up.”

“Y’all were dead to the world. I didn’t want to wake you. I figured when I flushed the toilet you’d get up, but you didn’t move. I really like being naked in the kitchen in the morning,” she said, oh-so-matter-of-factly. “And last night was spectacular.”

“You mean last night-last night or last night-this morning?”

“Oh yeah, this morning. God, that was the most wonderful way to be woke up.”

Among the things we’d bought at the late-night supermarket before going to bed were the ingredients for a large omelet. She’d never heard of bagels, so when the two I’d taken from the frozen four-pack and left out overnight to thaw were toasted and smeared with cream cheese, she pronounced them delicious.

As we were piling the dishes in the sink, I brought up our yesterday morning so long ago.

“You asked me what I did with a girl who’d stayed overnight, remember?”

“Not really. So much has happened since then, I’ve forgotten. Tell me.”

“I said if it was a weekend, probably what we’d do is take a shower and go back to bed and fuck each beylikdüzü escort other’s brains out.”

“Oh yeah, now I remember,” she said, coquettishly batting her eyes.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.” She looked stricken.

“We’re going to do it NOW and we’re gonna do it HERE.” She squealed as I pulled her to me. We jammed our faces into each other and she pushed her pussy against my rapidly-hardening cock.

When we broke for air, I spun her around and had her lean against the counter. “Spread ’em, lover,” I said, and she opened her thighs. I reached for her moist pussy, then circled her lips and clit as she moaned in encouragement and humped against me.

“Y’all’re lookin’ for love in all the right places,” she husked through her hair. While working her clit and pussy, I slobbed the fingers of my other hand to wet my cockhead, then moved in. The usual fumbling ensued, but I got there.

“Oh yeah, umpff, that’s nice, more, push it in, there, you’ve got it,” she instructed as she adjusted to take me completely inside.

The thrusting and playing got her going far faster than I’d expected, so when she stiffened and hissed her orgasm I wasn’t even close to cumming. When she slumped forward I had to grab her to avoid a head-first crash to the floor.

“Oh no you don’t, we’re not done yet. C’mon.” I scooped her up, planted myself on the couch, and sat her in my lap, facing me. Only my stiff cock was between us.

“You’re still hard. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Not of you. C’mon, mount up.” Her eyes widened when she realized what I had in mind.

“Damn that’s good,” she said throatily, sliding onto me.

“Now I have the best of all worlds. I’m in you, I can kiss you anytime I want, and these are right here.” I tweaked a nipple. “And I can play with you,” and I brushed my thumb across her clit.

“Sounds pretty one-sided. What do I get out of this?” She started to ride me.

“You mean aside from getting fucked on a sunny Sunday morning, after losing your bagel virginity?” I thrust upward. She grinned and lifted her ass up, dropped it down, and wiggled.

“Yeah, what’s in it for me?” She swung her hips.

“You’ve got my cock inside you, isn’t that enough?”

“Stupid boys, think only they can have fun,” and she tweaked my left nipple. It didn’t really hurt, but the electric shock that went through me must have shown on my face. It certainly brought another thrust of my hips.

“Ooo-o-o-o-o, another erogenous zone.”

“From the Greek, eros, meaning —”

She shut me by tweaking the nipple again, hard. “Owwww! That hurt!”

“Then stop bein’ an ass,” she said. “Y’all’re here to fuck me.” We thrust against each other a couple of times. As she bounced, she threw her head back, swishing her hair across my face and wrapping it around her head.

“Where’d we put the scrunchies? I can’t see if y’all’re having a good time.” She leapt off, ran into the bedroom, and was still forming her hair into an abbreviated pony tail with them when she re-mounted.

In self-defense, I began working her clit. Jen leaned forward and bracketed me with her arms against the back of the couch.

“Now y’all’re gonna get fucked,” which was not so much an announcement of her intentions as a statement of fact. She worked her pussy on my cock with even greater vigor.

The sweat was running off us as we lap danced. I was playing with her breasts, holding them, enjoying the jiggling. We were good together.

I was just about to announce my impending orgasm when she barked out hers. “Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod oh g-o-d-d-d-d-d-d!” She gave a final twist of her hips, rose up, then dropped down, slamming her chest into me, then slumping forward. I shoved my cock deeper and came into her limp body, the explosion of ecstasy taking complete charge, and I took her along as I collapsed against the couch’s back.

We were pasted together when I recovered. I kissed her neck softly as we both returned to the world.

“I am a slut for sex.”

That unnerved me. “Don’t be a drama queen,” I croaked. “You are one really hot Yalie, with a sex drive that would get you arrested on an interstate highway, that’s for sure. But you’ve only been fucked what, five, six times? And you haven’t even been an ex-virgin for 24 hours.

“You can’t become a slut until you’ve willingly had twenty or thirty guys, whose names you didn’t even bother to ask, at least three of who were at the same time, and the entire show has been posted on YouTube with 10,000 hits in the past week. Then you can claim slutdom.”

“Y’all’re making that up.”

“Maybe a tiny bit. But I don’t like hearing you use that word to describe yourself.” I was on a roll now. “Yesterday you asked me if you were good in bed. I think I said we’d find out. Well, we’re finding out. You’re really good at this, you make me very happy, and I think you get a lot out of it as well. That’s not slutdom, that’s — well, it’s a lot about love. beyoğlu escort And,” I hurried, “it’s what good sex is. You like it and you want more.”

“I love seeing your eyes when you cum.” She kissed me.

“Don’t change the subject. Can’t you accept a compliment graciously?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Thank you. Oh look, you’ve got a nice little pool of everything, right there in your lap.”

“Want some?” I dipped my finger in the pool and offered it to her. She sucked it into her mouth, ran her tongue all over, then pulled off with a pop.

“I’m gonna clean you off,” she said, and without asking permission ducked into my lap. She did an excellent job.

“Kiss me, you fool,” I said as she finished, and we locked lips. When we broke for air, we cuddled, leaning against the back of the couch, breathing together.

“Shower, Jen.”

“Don’t wanna. Do I hafta?”

I cupped my hand to protect the couch and hobbled to the bathroom. Jen appeared, sans scrunchies, with four bottles. “Shampoo, rinse, conditioner, de-tangler,” she answered my questioning expression, lining them up on the counter.

“Can I help?”

Over the next 10 minutes I got an abbreviated course in female hair maintenance, Jen-style. Her hair, she said proudly, is finer than European hair, and shinier. She has to do more work to achieve the right look than do the other long-haired girls in her dorm.

“It’s an aesthetic,” she said seriously. “The European girls can take more shortcuts than I can. The ones with short hair really have it easy. I wouldn’t change places with any of them, but having to share a bathroom with five girls who don’t appreciate what I have to go through ain’t easy.”

As we were drying each other, Jen looked at the sodden bandages on my cheek and ear. “Oh yeah, I forgot. I’ve got the tape and gauze. Would you do something for me?”

“Sure. I can change the bandages.”

“Well, that too. But I’d really like to get some good pictures of the stitches.” She gently pulled off the tape and winced at what she saw.

“He cut you real bad, didn’t he?”

“The first time I saw it, I thought I looked like Frankenstein’s monster.”

“Or the laces on an old-time basketball.”

She took several photos of my cheek. When we pulled them up on my computer, we found she’d gotten the framing pretty good but neither of us liked the lighting. Her next shots satisfied us both, so she took a bunch of my notched ear, which were fine the first time.

“Sow’s ear,” she snarked.

“Silk purse.”

By the time we were done, her hair had mostly dried and it was time to comb it out. “Combing and brushing take more time than washing. Start at the bottom, go carefully. If you find a snag, work it slow, don’t pull it.” We must have worked for 20 minutes, with her sitting cross-legged on the bed, her ass snuggled in my crotch.

When she pronounced herself satisfied, I laid her down on the bed and began to nuzzle her. “Carl, can I enjoy my hair for a while? Isn’t there something else we can do?”

“Actually, there is,” I said.

“What?”

“Well, it’s kinda, uh, personal.”

“We’ve been ‘kinda personal’ for 24 hours. Out with it,” she ordered.

“I’d like to trim you.”

Her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared. “You are not touching my hair. No way.”

“No. Your bush.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and blushed, deeply. “Is there something wrong? Am I ugly? Do I smell?”

“Oh no, no — oh god no, not at all. I love your smell and your taste,” I leered, and her blush deepened. “It’s just that there’s so much hair there. I love the hair on your head,” and I stroked through it, “but when I eat you, or try to get in you, there’s so much in the way. I’d like to thin it out. That’s why I bought the mirror last night, so you can see and decide what to do.”

I fetched a towel and retrieved the long-handled mirror and my barber scissors from my dresser. “Hang your legs over the end of the bed.”

She settled into position and I handed her the mirror. “Your pussy is so beautiful,” I said, gently parting the hair. “When I start to eat you, I can’t get enough of your smell, but I have trouble finding your lips and clit.” I moved my fingers into the undergrowth and showed her how dense it was.

“What I’d like to do is trim everything back, so that your bush’s not so massive. Okay?”

As usual, Jen surprised me. “I’ve been thinking about doin’ this, but I’ve never felt comfortable asking any of the girls to help me. And since no one’s been, uh, hanging around down there, I didn’t know what needed to be done. In fact, since it’s so much into my groin, I’ve been embarrassed to put on a bathing suit. Can we do that too?”

“I’d love to. Can I take some pictures?”

“For publication?” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.

“Small circulation art magazines, anonymous web sites,” I countered. She actually looked scared. “No, no, before-and-after. We won’t show your face. bizimkent escort And they’re only for us. I’ll put them on a thumb drive and you can keep them.”

“Just crotch shots, promise?” She was grinning now.

“Promise.”

It took some time to get the lighting right, but the results told the story. We did standups (below the shoulders), closeups, left side, right side, even from behind with her bending forward.

“Okay, now let’s barber.”

She took it very seriously. I wanted to be able to dive in without having to guess where I was, but Jen had an aesthetic opinion about how she wanted to look. When we took a break after what she called “clear cutting,”I shot another round of photos.

We trimmed and thinned some more. She pronounced herself satisfied but was undecided about whether to have a firm line across the top of her mons or to just leave it alone.

“What difference does it make? I don’t obsess about mine.”

“Yeah, but you’re just a boy. I think I’m gonna leave it alone, less maintenance.”

She wanted to shave into the V of both legs. “It’ll be maintenance, but I’m gonna like it, I think.” I felt like a real barber, using the hot towel and lathering her, then working carefully with my razor. After applying some baby oil, we took a final round of photos.

“I look really good, don’t I?”

“Good enough to eat,” I said, smacking my lips.

“Quick shower, lover boy, y’all don’t want hair in your teeth.” We swept everything onto the towel and flushed them. In the shower I lavished her pussy with soapsuds and she did an excellent job on my cock — in fact, on every part of me. Fortunately, the hot water didn’t run out.

We dried off leisurely, no longer in immediate heat for each other, but hardly indifferent. She examined her new configuration.

“This really looks good. Wanna take it for a test drive?”

I sprang to full attention.

Her “new” pussy was a delight. The purpose was to improve access and looks, but while w=she was hardly bare, the neatly trimmed, curly fur around her dark red lips enhanced the view of the crinkly skin.

As I settled between her legs and swiped my tongue up the full length of her slit, she lifted up onto her elbows.

“Lick me here,” she pointed to an area near where we’d shaved. I complied, and she sighed.

“Kiss it, harder, please, use suction.”

I kissed again. “Yeah. Now the other side.”

As I alternated between the two spots, her breathing gradually got shallower and she eased herself back onto the bed.

“Now my clit, just a kiss.

“Now back.

“Oh that’s good, Now my clit, again.

“Go down, all the way to the bottom, with your finger, just slightly inside me.” I moved in.

“Oh god yes, that’s good, so good. Just do that for a while.”

Once I had a rhythm that she seemed to like, I snuck a look. Her lids had drooped and she was working her left nipple while her right arm lay across her belly. Twice she licked her lips.

“Now, just a little, pinch the lip.

“Unngh, no, that’s too hard, do it again, softer. Yeah, that’s better. Now the other one. Oh yeah, that’s good.

“Now back inside, just a little.

“Now the clit, harder, please.”

I pushed it hard to one side, which brought her hips up slightly.

“Play with it, run around it, now go back in, yes, oh yeah, that’s so nice, back and forth, so g-o-o-o-o-o-d.”

Her legs began to tense.

“Now Carl, go down on me, use your tongue, do me with your tongue, make me cum.”

Her aroma filled my lungs as I worked her lips. I cupped her ass cheeks and ran my fingers across that soft flesh, close to her rosebud.

“Oh yes, keep doing me, use your fingers, your mouth, inside me now, oh god that’s s-o-o-o-o-o good.” I felt her jerking what had to be her left nipple. Then she stiffened.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum — oh g — yessssssss!” It was a hiss more than a cry as she shoved her pussy hard against my face.

I was working the lips with my tongue when it hit. As the orgasm rolled over her, I moved slowly to her clit, then back. When she settled onto the mattress I slowed, then stopped. I felt her hand on my head, stroking softly. I kissed her clit and she jumped.

“No, I’m done, please, no more, please.”

I settled against her shoulder and kissed her neck. She moaned softly and cradled me, stroking my face. We lay there peacefully, and she dozed.

Did you just get a lesson from the Female Masturbation Champ of Jefferson County, Arkansas, in how to eat pussy? Or, at least, in how to eat her pussy? Yes you did.

As she woke she stretched like a cat. “Y’all’re good, Carl,” she said. “I couldn’t have done better myself.”

“I wish I’d known what to expect, I’d have taken notes.”

“I’m gonna become a better masturbator now that I have clear access to my pussy.” I blushed at her candor.

“Sure you will. But you also know about the alternative. A-a-a-a-n-d, speaking of alternatives, how about a naked lunch?” Not a bad idea, since it was closer to three o’clock than two.

Roast beef on whole wheat doesn’t sound erotic, but it gave me an opportunity to paint Jen’s nipples with mayonnaise. Unfamiliar with the medium, I made a mess of it and she demanded that I clean it up. Which I did, with my tongue, lapping everything squeaky clean. We got pretty excited and scampered to the bedroom.

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Previous: Harriett disclosed that her new boss, a woman named Rianne (pronounced Ryan), touched her in inappropriate ways. Harvey agreed to accompany Harriett on a trip to Nashville and set Rianne straight. At the resort, before Rianne and Harriett arrived, Mr. Marcus cajoled a jet ski operator to fuck him as they rode on the lake. Having met Rianne and informed her of Harriett’s unwillingness, Rianne divulges that she knows Mr. Marcus has been promiscuous. She’ll retain Harriett, leave her alone and keep Marcus’s secrets, but in return, he has to take her daughter to bed before they leave in two days. Mr. Marcus accepts the challenge to save Harriett.

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Olivia dressed well, despite her thin figure. Tailored clothes, definitely not off the rack. Store bought would have hung on her. She stood as far from me in the elevator as she could. Distrust flared in her eyes. My dick flinched. Maybe I remembered Twiggy, the British model who was all skin and bones.

Rianne and Harriett were already on opposite sides of the table in the resort’s main restaurant. I took the seat next to Harriett, while Olivia sat across from me, next to her mother. Rianne, who seemed to constantly be waving her hand for one reason or another, summoned the wine guy and ordered a bottle. She didn’t bother asking anyone at the table for their individual likes or dislikes. “You’ll like this vintage. It was a very wet spring.”

I’ve never gotten into the intricacies of wine. Too much information to remember, and then one spoiled grape and a whole batch would go sour. It was only a matter of time, and this trip would suffer the same fate. The problem was to identify the sour grape before it ruined everything. I glanced at Harriett. Sour grape detected. She glared back, as if she’d read my mind.

Harriett had no opportunity to talk to me about sharing a room with Rianne, but I could read her expression. Harriett was not a happy camper. She probably felt vulnerable to Rianne’s continued advances. If she only knew the sacrifice I was going to make.

“It’s always so nice, being with people I care about. I view my subordinates as an extension of my family.” Rianne reached out for Harriett’s hand and patted it. My foot felt the impact of Harriett’s size ten. I grimaced and bent forward but stifled an outcry. “Do you like your quarters? Ours are sooo roomy. Why, we could both be there and never know it.”

Olivia and I had a suite, but with only one bedroom, custom designed to force us into proximity, leading to sexual intercourse, if she was lucky.

“I’ll deal with it,” Olivia said.

I was quite surprised when Harriett and Olivia struck up a non-stop conversation during dinner. Olivia rattled on about her love of the outdoors, hiking and bird watching, and was enthusiastic about the local possibilities. I didn’t know that Harriett had been a camper and bird watcher as a young girl. I loved bird watching too, just the British female kind.

Rianne kept refilling her daughter’s glass, and Olivia kept emptying it. Olivia’s speech indicated the alcohol had affected her. Handicapping our agreement? Perhaps tonight, Olivia would be friendly bordering on intimate. I’d get Olivia and Rianne would get what she wanted. The food was excellent, despite flashbacks to Inga, naked and mounted on the tip of my prick. Must have been the wine. I shook my head to clear the image.

Our dinner outing was especially pleasant when Rianne picked up the tab. “Oh, and I’ve had gifts delivered to your room.” Rianne hugged her daughter and whispered in her ear. Then she turned to me. “Why don’t you two visit the nightclub? Just charge it to my room. Come, Harriett, I have some figures to review with you.” Olivia leaned against the wall as we waited for the elevator in our wing of the hotel. “Mum told me to be nice to you, because Harriett is her best worker and wouldn’t want to lose her.”

Rianne had an eye for talent. Harriett is a perfectionist, except when it comes to sex. “Your mother is very kind. How about your mother’s suggestion? Do you dance?” I asked.

Olivia shook her head. “I’m not very light on my feet.”

“Want to see the club?” If not, cevizli escort I could show her the club throbbing in my pants. Part of my condition was Inga, but there was an Olivia component that couldn’t be denied.

Olivia belched. “I don’t feel so good.” She staggered towards the elevator.

Olivia’s gate was awkward, her arms outstretched to guide herself through our room. On the beds were two boxes each. The first contained bathing suits, the second sleepwear. The swimsuits looked quite plain, with conservative designs. Loose but not so loose as to expose anything. The sleepwear, however, was quite sexy. Olivia got a one-piece nightgown in a translucent silky fabric. I got top and shorts in the same material and color.

“I can’t wear this to bed. It’ll show, well, everything.” Olivia pulled open a drawer, which fell on the floor. She lifted a long cotton nightshirt from the wreckage.

“I would have expected your mother to know your taste.”

Olivia reacted to her cell phone’s buzzing. “Hi, Mum. The Jacuzzi? If you insist.” She flipped the phone shut. “Mum wants us to meet her down by the pool.”

It seemed odd, given that she’d just told us she had work to do. Olivia stood still, staring off into space.

“We’d better change if we’re to meet them.”

Olivia was unresponsive, so I touched her gently on the shoulder. “O?”

She slapped me across the face for my trouble. “Hands off. Just because I had a few drinks-” Vomit interrupted her scolding.

I aimed Olivia at our bathroom. While she took care of herself, I chucked my soiled shirt and pants, and quickly slid off my jockeys and slid on my trunks. They were smooth, almost as if they weren’t cloth at all. Some kind of exotic synthetic.

Finally, Olivia came out, her designer dress wet where she’d tried to clean off the puke.

“I usually don’t drink that much.” Olivia snatched up her suit and returned to the bathroom.

Olivia’s arms and legs were completely exposed in her swimsuit. It was too loose to show the shape of her breasts, but they must have been tiny not to be visible at all. Inga’s breasts had much more volume.

“I’m better now.” She wiped a few stray hairs from her eyes. “Let’s go downstairs.”

I threw my vomit-stained clothes in the bathtub and soaked them. To make sure we had some, I grabbed two towels from the rack. Olivia put on the latest trendy beach clogs. I had cheap sandals.

The Jacuzzis were situated along one side of the pool area. Rianne and Harriett weren’t there. Harriett is a good swimmer but gets embarrassed wearing bathing suits. She says it shows off too much of her body. If she’d lose a few pounds, she’d show less, but the last time I suggested that, my shoulder was stiff for a week,

“We don’t have to wait for them,” I suggested.

I turned a control knob a full turn. Warm bubbles danced across the surface. Jets churned the water below. I stepped in and took a seat on one side. Olivia chose the opposite side, as far from me as possible. The water massage was quite relaxing. Across from me, Olivia must have been enjoying the feeling. She leaned back, eyes closed, arms along the Jacuzzi’s rim. I blinked twice. Olivia’s suit seemed to be transparent. Cloth sometimes does that in water. I wanted a peek at her tits but tried not to stare, until I realized that her swimsuit wasn’t wet. It was dissolving. Her minimal breast mounds broke the waves as she straightened her back. I felt my thighs. My suit had dissolved as well.

“Uh, we have a problem.”

Olivia opened her eyes and detected her exposure. Her hands flew to cover her private parts, but she was one hand short. One arm crossed her chest, the other hand cupped her mound. “What’s going on? What happened to my suit?”

“Our suits.” Evidently they were water-soluble.

Olivia shrieked. Any guest within a hundred yards would have heard. “Is this one of your tricks?” She grabbed a towel and threw it around her torso. Her stork legs were visible but all of her privates were covered.

Rianne probably thought that stunt would assist me, but all it did was piss off her daughter. My hardening cock bobbed in front of me, partially from viewing her body. Was I finding that skinny shapeless collection of bones attractive? I stood first, to intentionally let her see what she had in store, then pulled a towel around my waist. We rode the glass elevator, standing on opposite sides, towels covering our suitless bodies. Guests getting on and off stared but said nothing. Did they know we were naked?

In the room, Olivia’s face hadn’t returned to normal color. Her pale complexion was pink from her agitation. Her eyebrows danced as she spoke. “How could you? Embarrassing me like that! You should be ashamed.”

I wasn’t about to be the villain, even if I couldn’t be the hero. “Don’t blame me. I didn’t buy those suits. Think about where they came from.”

“Mum.”

“Riiiiight. Think she knew what they’d do in water? And how erenköy escort come she didn’t show up to join us?”

Olivia stood silent, holding the towel firm.

“Think about that, huh? And she gave us that sleepwear too. The stuff you said would expose you. Like the swimsuits. Can you identify a pattern?”

She plopped down into the bed. Her legs were slightly spread, straining the towel to keep her pussy covered. A lump was evident under my towel, but I didn’t flaunt it. Olivia was supposed to be smart. I witnessed the light bulb come on. “Mum set us up. She wants something to happen between us. Something sexual.”

Good, I didn’t have to tell her.

“She’s thrown men at me before. Lots of times. Just never so blatant. And never a married man. Harriett is a nice lady.” She spoke softly. “What timing.” She chuckled lightly.

Olivia leaned over to fetch her cotton nightgown from the floor, choosing not to wear the gift from her mother. The awkward stance caused her to tilt precariously. “Whoa.” She raised one leg to keep her balance. The towel wasn’t big enough to hide her round ass and the protruding mount of her cunt, an orifice my prick would never visit. With nightgown and sundries bag in hand, she disappeared into the bathroom. In our pattern of behavior, I changed into Olivia’s gift, hoping it wouldn’t disintegrate while I slept. Soft moans wafted from the bathroom. Damn, was Olivia masturbating? I would have gladly helped, if she’d asked. Evidently Olivia didn’t require a male assistant. Still, I didn’t get any softer, thinking of Olivia servicing herself, while she ignored a genuine erection just a few feet away.

No words were exchanged when Olivia finally exited the bathroom and slid into her bed.

One day was over, with one more remaining. How and when should I tell Rianne that she’d won? I decided to wait until our departure. Only a miracle would put me between Olivia’s thighs.

* * *

I woke up to the sound of drawers opening and flashes of light as Olivia entered and exited the bathroom. She was decked out in khaki shirt and shorts and hiking boots. An array of camera equipment, bodies and lenses, hung from straps around her neck, as well as a pair of world-class binoculars. The numerous pockets of her photographer vest bulged with accessories. A pith helmet straight out of a Tarzan movie topped her stylish outfit. How much had she dropped at L. L. Bean for this get-up?

“Where are you going this early?” I asked. It was three AM according to the alarm clock, an ungodly hour.

“Bird watching. I mentioned it yesterday.”

“The birds won’t be up for a couple of hours yet.” I stretched my arms and legs. A partial erection made a small mound under the sheet.

“I’ll be at the Ryston Reserve and Sanctuary if anyone is looking for me.” She closed the door gently. She was being kind to our neighbors. Certainly not me.

I rolled over to catch a few more winks. After all, this trip was eating up a couple of vacation days. It was time I started treating like a vacation. The phone chirped. A glance at the clock radio and a quick calculation told me I’d managed to get an extra hour and a half. “Hello?”

“So, how are you two getting along?” It was Rianne.

“What was that swimsuit stunt?” I sat up. “Don’t you know your daughter well enough-“

“It was an ice breaker. Olivia would never take her clothes off in front of a man. Even you.”

Damn right. Even the thin nightgown was a no-go. “So you came up with water-soluble bathing suits.”

“Ingenious, no?”

“Not at all. She thinks I did it, for obvious purposes.” I didn’t disclose my suggestion to Olivia that her mother was responsible. “She’s colder to me than ever. And she’s off bird watching-“

“And you didn’t accompany her? Why, that’s at least half a day of opportunity lost. Shame on you.”

Shame on me? Rianne was coercing me to fuck her daughter, and shame on me? “Olivia made it clear she wanted to go alone. Besides, she was dressed and leaving before I’d rubbed the crud from my eyes.”

“The clock is ticking, Harvey. Although if you’d like to reconsider, I’d be a worthy sexual companion-“

This time I interrupted. “Sorry. And if sabotaging Olivia and me is your plan to get laid, forget it.”

“I don’t need you to get satisfied. By the way, I’ll require proof.”

“Of what?”

“That you and Olivia had sexual intercourse.”

“Would a video be sufficient?” I was being facetious.

“If you have the equipment.”

Of course I had the equipment, otherwise how could I fuck – oh, she meant a movie camera.

“Or I could observe,” she continued.

She wants to watch me fuck her daughter? I’d been in that position before, sometimes with the parent as cheerleader or coach. Rianne wasn’t my idea of an appropriate audience. “No way.”

“Not even from a distance? For example, you could do it on your balcony.”

“So not only do I have to fuck your daughter, but do it in esenyurt escort public view? Tell me, would you do that? Fuck some guy on your balcony?”

“If that’s what it takes, then fine. I’ll find a companion and consummate a one night stand on my balcony. After Harriett is fast asleep, of course.”

I walked to our balcony and ventured out about twelve inches. “Come out and wave so I can see you.”

Rianne was already on her balcony. She hung a striped towel from the railing as identification.

“I see you,” I said. I grabbed my pants from the previous evening and swung them over my head.

“Yes, yes. There you are. Are you wearing the pajamas I provided?”

She could see me, but no details. “Uh huh.”

“They’re break away, you know. One swift pull, and, well, you’d be exposed and available. Olivia’s nightgown has the same feature.”

“Nice to know.” But useless, since she wouldn’t wear it. “I’ll be looking forward to your show this evening,” I said.

“I’ll ask Harriett to get to bed early for a breakfast meeting tomorrow. Watch for me at nine. And then, I’ll expect to see you and Olivia later tonight.”

“Absolutely.” Fat chance. Maybe I could find a look-alike. No, Rianne wouldn’t be fooled. And no one I’d seen at the resort looked anything like Olivia. All of them had more meat on their bones. Even young Inga.

I daydreamed about Inga as I laid out near the pool. Our sexual liaison had been so brief, yet it left a deep impact. Perhaps because there had been no deep penetration. We’d both had wanted it, but her almost convulsive reaction to getting penetrated took us both by surprise. I sensed movement in my vicinity and shielded the sun from my eyes. A brunette on one side and freckled redhead on the other surrounded me. No swimsuit, normal or dissolving, could have disguised my erection, so I didn’t bother. Until I noticed Rianne and Harriett walking past the pool. I tossed a towel over my midsection. Harriett, in street clothes, scurried off, most likely on a business errand. Rianne, in a beach robe, selected an empty lounger off to the side and waved for a drink. Her suit showed everything she had – rolls of skin, likely the remnants of some extreme diet program or procedure, bulged from her middle. I saw her stuff something into the busboy’s hand when he delivered her beverage and then hold on, forcing him to retain his bent position. Had she passed him more than money, perhaps a note? Was he the selected stud for tonight? He met Rianne’s criteria, muscular and young.

I removed the towel and thought about hooking up with either of the two young ladies surrounding me. Maybe both. They seemed eager enough, adjusting their bra straps and repositioning their bottoms by hooking their fingers in the edge of the material and pulling it away from their hot flesh. But I decided to save my sexual strength, just in case seeing a rare species put Olivia in a rare sexual mood.

I spent the reminder of the day in my room, watching old movies and local TV shows. One news anchor wore a particularly low cut blouse. Every time she leaned towards the camera to make a point, her cleavage was on display to all of her viewers. The cameraman dipped down on a couple of occasions, losing her face off the top of the screen, focusing instead on her tits. Amateur.

I was in the middle of documenting our financial assets on a yellow tablet when the door opened. Olivia entered, bruised, cut, hair escaping from her ever-present bun. The lens cases were coated with dirt. The pith helmet was missing.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“I was standing on an embankment, when I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a red-cockaded woodpecker. They’re endangered, you know? I guess I leaned too far to get a better look. My feet slipped.”

Looked more like tumbled down, head over heels. “Come with me and I’ll fix you up.”

Olivia pulled a wad of mud from her hair and flicked it down. She allowed me to take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. Her hiking boots left a trail of dirt on the rug. She’d skinned both knees. Scrapes and scratches decorated both legs. Her shorts were damp. I sat her on the granite counter of the sink and moistened a washcloth with warm water.

“You did a real number.” I lathered up the cloth and stroked her ravaged skin as gently as I could. At least I could clean her wounds, even if I didn’t have antiseptics.

“I have some creams,” she said. “In my tote.” Her face reddened. “Uh, never mind.”

“Okay. First we need to make sure there’s no dirt in the wounds.” I guided one foot onto the nearby toilet seat. That spread her legs, with no complaint. With thin thighs and normal sized leg openings, it was easy to see up her shorts to her panties. Despite her ruler-straight frame, touching her skin through the washcloth was titillating. The promise of pussy kept me inflated.

I treated both legs, now wide spread, and stood close enough to prevent her from closing them while I administered her arms. Although she flinched when I started to wipe her face, she let me cleanse that as well. Her head tilted back. I saw no evidence of breast bumps under her shirt, but the material was blousy. All of the buttons were still closed, although I expected no cleavage. “Hungry?” I asked. “Are you up for going down to dinner?” Or just up for going down? “Your mother is expecting us.”

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Kimmie Needs a Refill – Kimmie Demonstrates Squirting – Kimmie invites Don to a Squirting Party

After returning home from Nikita’s, I found that sleep was not going to available to me that night. I lay there, thinking and rethinking the events at Nikita’s and how they would impact me from that point on. It was a useless endeavor, rendered meaningless by my very actions afterward.

But it left me tired and listless the following morning and I broke with my personal tradition and called Coach Flippen, telling him I had diarrhea, and that I would be missing swimming practice that morning.

He thanked me for calling and seemed to accept my excuse. It was the first practice I’d missed and I suppose he thought it a reasonable enough excuse.

In retrospect, I had been leading a rather frenzied lifestyle, even for a newly turned nineteen year old. Swimming practice at six in the morning and again at five in the afternoon—classes from 9 to 4 and sex with Nikita, Winnie and others, like Nina, who I intended to touch base with to see if it was possible to double-team her and her blonde friend, Reggie.

________________________________________

Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men, right?

It just so happened that Kimmie—to whom I’d become a sperm donor for facial problems–-caught up to me as I left my French class. She’d run out of my special moisturizer and needed a refill.

Aware of her special needs, and feeling a certain sympathy for her problem as well as the fact that strangely enough it appeared to help her quite well–-I never knew if it was my actual sperm or a psychological thing that did the trick for her.

But Kimmie was a charming girl, certainly innocent as compared to the typical college freshman, and deserving of my assistance. It also helped that she gave a fairly decent blowjob in return for a small amount of sperm and as we had about an hour and a half before our next class I invited her to my place for a quickie.

As I recall I’ve covered this material earlier. Anyway, this particular visit requires telling as it leads us into other occurrences of some import.

Kimmie was enticing enough, wearing a frilly, black and white flowery frock, with a deep,

V-neck showing off her cleavage, which was being shown to great advantage thanks to the latest version of the Wonder Bra.

Kimmie’s tits were actually plum sized morsels. She was a swimmer remember, and the exercises and swimming she did on a daily basis served to curtail her development in that particular area. Ah, but her legs and ass were spectacular; and more than enough to whet my sexual appetite, especially after being forced to watch Landry fuck Nikita the night before.

Unfortunately Kimmie got caught in a quickly developing shower and was drenched by the time she’d walked from the campus to my place. I handed her a towel as soon as she stepped inside and as she dabbed away I took in the points of her hardened nipples pressing against the front of her frock.

When I managed to wrest my eyes from her nipples, I saw that her lips were wet with tiny beads of raindrops. Being a woman, she noticed where I was looking and licked her lips in a sensuous manner. For a supposedly innocent girl, Kimmie was catching on to the feminine wiles of planned seduction fairly quickly.

I made a mental note to explore any sexual activities she’d had since the last time we were together. But then Kimmie spoiled that thought by saying: “I bet you can’t wait to spill your cum on my lips and other places, huh?”

Now talking dirty always excites me. But when it comes from a girl I consider ‘nice,’ it’s especially arousing.

And yet Kimmie didn’t stop there; oh no, someone had been whispering in her ear for she continued with: “Imagine me sucking and slavering over your cock. Imagine my face looking up at you, my lips pressed tightly against your slippery tool, kissing and pouting and slicked in your pre-cum.”

It was the ‘slathering’ and ‘slicked in pre-cum’ that signaled she’d been coached on things sexual.

Had I been older and wiser I might have realized that I was being set up by someone more sophisticated than myself. But I decided that she’d talked with some of the girls and they’d told her to talk to me like that to get me hot. Like I wasn’t willing to donate all the sperm she needed to keep her face clear.

Somewhat later on I would realize that there was someone out there, probably a female, with an intense dislike toward me in particular; and men in general. I was never certain as to who it was, but have since narrowed it to three people–-all of whom are involved in coaching the girls swimming, and/or diving teams.

At any rate, I began kissing those wet lips while I groped those plum-sized tits and nuzzled her neck voraciously.

As hot to trot as she was, Kimmie caved immediately. I had her lean over the kitchen table, hoisted up her frock, tugged her panties to one side and sent my dick inside her.

She would later say that she beşiktaş escort hadn’t expected me to do that, and it might be the truth, but I guarantee she expected something because it was like plunging my dick into a pit of molten lava; she was that hot.

I humped her hard, while reaching around and opening her top and after pushing her bra up under her chin, gave her plums a nice heartfelt squeeze.

But then the phone rang. It was Coach Flippen, wanting to check on my diarrhea, or recovery from it. I disengaged myself from Kimmie and took the call. Telling the coach that I felt better but still had signs of an upset stomach, but thought I would be at that afternoon’s practice.

I was still talking to the coach when I felt Kimmie’s mouth close around my dick. My guess is that she wanted to demonstrate her newly discovered proficiency in sucking cock.

Kimmie spat on my throbbing member several times, and then rubbed the head all over her lips and face as she slowly jerked me off. She looked up at me with a somewhat slutty look in her eyes.

Now I happen to think that a woman’s face is prettiest when it’s looking up at you. It’s why it’s such a popular angle for photographers. It makes a girl’s eyes look disproportionately large and cute. In this case I found myself looking down at Kimmie and the angelic expression she wore while rubbing my spit slickened dick all over her face.

“Gonna gimme some of that special face cream, baby?” she cooed while licking the tip of my dick.

“Oh, yeah,” I replied as I enjoyed her BJ.

She continued talking between slurps–-“I love being such a sticky mess, all covered with spit and cum.”

“I haven’t cum yet, Kimmie.”

“I know! I know, but I can still feel it gushing all over my lips and cheeks and dripping down on my breasties from the last time.”

She went to work on me about then and shut up while jerking me off at an insane pace against her pouting swollen lips.

Spittle was flying everywhere.

I was about to cum big time.

“Cum on my face, cum on my face, cum on my face,” she chanted, looking pleadingly into my eyes.

Then her eyes seemed to roll back into her head. She began to drool and spat on my cock. Feeling the end nearing, I took hold of her shoulders; she opened her mouth and gobbled me up, taking me deep. I was impressed she had learned a thing or two since our last get together.

Taking me from her mouth after several rousing sucks, she spat on my erection, gave me a sort of silly, embarrassed smile and renewed her jerking me off, slapping herself in the face with my tool in the process.

“C’mon, Donnie, cum on my face, cum on my face, cum on my face!”

I could feel the sperm welling up inside me. I recall thinking when I unload on her she’ll be an unrecognizable mess.

Kimmie’s hand was a blur as she kept saying: C’mon Donnie, drench me with that cum!” over and over again.

My cock began to swell and I felt that sensational urgency that preceded a gusher load from my cock.

Kimmie sensed it was almost time for my seminal release too. She grunted once then yelled happily, “YES–-YES–-YES!

I took possession of my cock from her, gave it a good squeeze and two quick strokes and groaned with unmitigated joy.

BAM–-eight consecutive lines of ejaculate spurted from my cock into Kimmie’s face, hair and neck while she yelled, “Oh, my God! Yes—Yes—Yes!”

And not meaning too, I found myself laughing at her facial expressions and the results during the ejaculation.

Once I’d finished, Kimmie got busy and rubbed cum into her facial pores, and then rubbed the remaining residue into her plum shaped breasts.

Kimmie was delighted with the results, and was quick to confide that her face had been clear of blemishes ever since the first application of my sperm.

“Excuse me, Kimmie, but it sounds like you’ve tried someone else’s cum besides mine, is that the case?”

“Umm, yeah, I did … but only because you weren’t available when I needed it. And–-and it didn’t work!” The exasperation of that failure was evident on her face, along with the sheen of the still drying cum.

“Who was the donor?”

“Umm, you really need to know that?”

“If you expect another sample in the future, yes.”

“It was a friend of your Roomie, Dolph. His name is Monte.”

I knew Monte. He was a member of the baseball team. I decided to forgive and forget, and told Kimmie so.

She had been holding her breath expecting me to end our strange relationship. My forgiveness was met with an unexpected offer. “We … that is, some of my girlfriends have a sort of a club, you know?”

I nodded to keep her talking.

“And–-and I think you’d like it … I mean I know you’d like it as horny as you get, you know?”

Before I could nod again she interrupted to say, “You don’t know! And that’s the point. I want you too!”

“So tell me!” I said revealing my impatience with the way she was dragging things out.

“Don’t beşyol escort interrupt me. I’ll get there. It’s just–-just that it’s difficult to tell a guy something like this. I think you’ll understand and all, but–-but I can’t be sure.”

“So tell me and we’ll both find out, okay?”

“Okay,” she said “I told you about this girl I met?”

“Yeah?” Kimmie hadn’t mentioned any particular girl, but I didn’t mention it fearing she’d go off on a different tangent and we’d never get to the real point of the matter.

“So … she has this friend,” sounding a bit flustered “She throws these really wild, you know, squirt parties.”

Maybe four or five seconds elapsed before I could bring myself to speak. “What do you mean squirt parties?”

“It happened like this,” she said, ignoring my question. “One evening Amber told me we’d been invited to a party. I figured it was a normal, typical, party-party. And in fact, Amber didn’t tell me anything about it until we’d actually pulled up in front of her friend’s house. That’s when she first told me what kind of party it was we were going to. That’s when Amber explained to me that she and her girlfriend used to get one another off when they were in high school.”

“That’s interesting,” I said, meaning it was unusual for a girl to reveal lesbian tendencies between other women she was planning on introducing me too.

“But why invite me? I mean, I’m a guy!”

“Please stop interrupting, Donnie!”

I had to laugh for as Kimmie was berating me, she was rubbing cum into her cheeks.

I mentioned it to her and she joined me in laughing at herself.

“Silly me … I get distracted so easily,” she said and giggled. “Anyway, during their fooling around in high school they discovered that they both squirt.

“Umm, you know what that means, right?”

“I do. I’ve seen a woman squirt before, Kimmie.”

“You have? Wow, I thought …”

.

“So?”

“Oh, yeah … well that’s when she told me that her girlfriend Stacy had answered this sex study the Psychology Department was conducting on the subject. Through that, she met a number of other women who also did. Well, some of them learned how to squirt after joining the study.”

“How long has this study been going on?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s a done deal. It’s finished, but the girls … umm, they decided to keep it going. They even opened it to other women–-like me, and to some boyfriends and even a couple husbands.”

“Husbands?” I had to ask.

“I know, but the study ended some time ago and the original girls have graduated … well some of them, but they live in town and they saw no harm in bringing their husbands along. Neither did any of the other girls. Although some of them drew the line at sharing their men for … you know … sex and stuff.”

“You mean to tell me that every woman at these parties squirts?”

“Yes, of course they do!”

“I didn’t know that you could squirt, Kimmie.”

“Well I can!” she replied haughtily. Sensing my displeasure t hearing her say this, she gave me an apologetic look with those doe-like eyes and admitted that the girls had taught her.

“You know, Donnie–-like you showed me how to give head.”

“I taught you how to give a blowjob.”

“Oh, yeah–-but the girls, umm, they call it giving head. That’s all right to say isn’t it, baby?”

“I suppose it is. It means the same thing, right?”

“Right!” she chirped as her disposition brightened noticeably.

“Pardon me, but I’d like to see you do it. What I’m getting at is that when we first met, and that wasn’t very long ago, you hadn’t had sex with anyone. You were saving it for your future husband, a man you’ve yet to meet as I understand it.”

“Soooo?” she replied, dragging out the one word.

“Soooo,” I shot back, dragging the word out every bit as long as she had. “I’d like a demonstration.”

“You … You want me too …?

“Yeah, I want to see you squirt.”

“Umm, I just started, you know?”

“Can you do it?”

“I can do it!” she said defiantly.

“Then show me,” I said just as firmly.

“Just so you know I haven’t done this in front of any guy before. In fact, I’ve only done it with two of the girls after watching them do it a couple times.”

“I won’t take points off for style, Kimmie.”

“What?” she blurted as she reached for her purse. She seemed flustered and when she took the fairly large double headed dildo from her purse I could see why.

How the hell she’d fit that thing in such a tiny purse remains a mystery to me even to this day.

“Front door only, right, Kimmie?”

“Huh? I don’t …”

“I meant you don’t use that on your back door, do you?”

She still didn’t get it. I knew the answer to my question was no, but now I had to let Kimmie in on the secret.

“That thing there … you only put it in your pussy, am I right?”

“Oh, for sure! God, it would tear me in half if I … well I couldn’t beykent escort get it in there, you know?”

“Actually … and I’m not trying to scare you, Kimmie … but there are women who can fit that baby in there with the use of some KY-jelly, or other lubricant. I’d say a lot of lubricant. But it will fit. You can probably get it in there as well. But I’d rather put my cock in there if you’re interested in anal sex.”

“Well I’m not!” she said huffily.

“It’s a woman’s prerogative to change their mind. So if you DO get a yen for anal sex, please let me know. I have experience in such things and would do my utmost to make it a pleasant experience for you.”

“I doubt that I’ll have any such … yen, as you put it, thank you.”

“Do you have a problem getting that into your pussy?” I pointed to the two-headed dildo to make certain she knew what I meant.

Kimmie was staring at the dildo as if seeing it for the first time. Now she pointed at the ‘thing’ as I had termed it.

“Does one end go in the front and the other in the back?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no, Kimmie. The fact that it has two heads is actually for a different purpose. Umm, how shall I phrase this?”

“Plainly would help,” she said starting to get mad, thinking I was teasing her when she’d asked a serious question.

“Okay, okay,” I said, “Your girlfriends have shown you how to squirt, right?”

“Right.”

“They masturbated themselves or one another to achieve the required result, am I right?’

“Yes, you’re right. But what’s your point?”

“Did they use a dildo?”

“Sometimes …”

“Have you tried it?”

“Ummm …”

“You have haven’t you? I mean, you’re carrying around in your purse.”

Blushing, Kimmie nodded, affirming my accusation.

“So let’s see how you use it.”

“It’s kinda private, you know?”

“Kimmie you’ve just given me …” I paused then used her word for what she’d done. “Head.”

“I know! I know … okay, okay … I’ll show you.”

“Oh, before you start. Are you wet enough down there?”

“Umm, I don’t …”

“Then allow me to service you in that regard,” I said, sounding like an English gentleman rushing to hold a door open for a young lady.

Taking her hand I led her to a seat at the kitchen table and had her sit. I dropped to one knee and slowly pulled her thighs apart.

Kimmie finally got the idea and helped by spread herself even further. My mouth was on her cunt seconds later.

“OH, JEEZ!”

“Like what I’m doing?”

I asked her.

“OH, JEEZ!” She gasped and began to shudder.

I worked her clit for several minutes. Kimmie came and came again.

I decided she was wet enough, after all she was the one giving the demonstration, not me.

I repositioned Kimmie so she could lean back safely if she chose too. Then I handed her the two- headed dildo.

“This end up,” I said kiddingly.

She giggled in response and placed one end against her pussy.

“I want you to describe what happens to me, Kimmie, okay?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Be sure to wet it good, Kimmie.”

“Mmmm, will do,” she replied and did just that, rubbing the head over her vaginal entrance until it had a veneer of her juices sluicing over the surface of the dildo’s cockhead. Kimmie giggled inanely as she spread her legs as wide as she could and began to push the dildo in very carefully, very slowly, making steady progress.

Her eyes found mine and she giggled again and told me, “This … this doesn’t really feel like a cock, you know?”

I didn’t ask how she could tell, for as far as I knew mine was the only cock she’d actually felt; and I thought it imprudent to point that out, for Denise had told me the night of her wedding, that women never tell their lovers just how many men they’ve bedded. She suggested that I double the number they provided, if they provided any number at all.

On asking why, Denise answered, ‘Perhaps she doesn’t want to appear to whorish. Then again, it could be a form of sexual amnesia. When actual sex lasts only a few thrusts; or she was drunk or on the rebound, she may convince herself that the sex never occurred and simply deletes the man from any score sheet she might maintain on such matters.”

With regard to Kimmie I was compelled to ask why it didn’t feel like a cock, and did.

“Well,” she responded after a moment’s hesitation. “It’s not anywhere as warm as your penis, was Donnie.”

AH HA! I thought, she’s covering her tracks!

Kimmie continued with her description. “And the surface is smoother, mmmm, I can bend it to get the angles right without having you growl in protest and, best of all, there isn’t a man attached to it, trying to balance his performance anxiety with his urge to cum as quickly as possible.

“Oh boy, that cinched it. She had fucked some other guy or guys. I take a certain pride in angling my dick to hit all the woman’s spots, and I most certainly wasn’t in any hurry to cum and get things over with.

But Kimmie was absorbed in her own pleasuring at the moment and didn’t take note of the consternation that might have been evident on my face as I figured the foregoing out.

“OH, YEAH!” Kimmie moaned happily.

“What is it?”

“Umm, I … I just worked the head up against that … you know … that cum-for-momma spot.

“Where’s that, Kimmie?”

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Janice ran her fingers through her long red hair nervously, wondering what she was doing – had she gone mad? Her heart sped up a few beats as she went over the details of the last few weeks in her head. She had met a guy online and they had been talking through email for a while now. At first it was innocent chitchat, then it got more hot and heavy. At first she was a bit uncomfortable, but as her enthusiasm grew over the new online adventure, so did her desire. Usually, she could hardly wait to sign into her mail, and she could feel the desire pulsing through her, as she would think about her online lover during the day. Janice enjoyed the attention from her Internet guy, as it was something that was lacking in her home life. Her husband was a nice guy, but just didn’t get it – that she needed to be shown more love and tenderness, so she could get over his past indiscretions. She knew that he loved her, but at this point in her life, it just wasn’t enough – she needed more. Partly, she needed to know why the pull of extramarital affairs was so enticing to her husband, and partly…. well she just needed to feel like a woman again, after being hurt so badly. Soon, the innocent emails had moved to a new level…one of hot steamy conversations and fantasies on what she dreamt about, but never seemed to get in her home life. Janice was longing for some excitement and new passion to bring her back to life.

They had shared thoughts, secrets and desires, and knew that at least online, they turned each other on incredibly. Janice often stroked her own clit while thinking of the hot lusty stories they emailed to each other, and dreamed of maybe someday being able to bring those hot cum filled fantasies to life. Many times she would run her favorite vibrator over her hot ready pussy, and moan in pleasure while living out a fantasy in her head – of a dark mysterious stranger plunging his cock deep inside her, and lovingly licking her clit until she came. His hands would be large and strong, but gentle while they played with her hard nipples acıbadem escort and hot wet hole, making her ready for his big cock. He would stare deep into her eyes, and fuck her long and hard, making her cum again and again. Until now, that was just a fantasy…just fleeting thoughts amid the torrent of her life.

Janice and her chat partner, whose name was Carl had just been joking around about meeting one day, but somehow they had actually made plans. She wondered if he was as nervous as she. Doesn’t mean we are going to DO anything she thought. Just friends meeting up, like she had a few times with girlfriends she chatted with. Just coffee. Innocent coffee. They had talked many times about things other than sex, so she considered him a friend. The fact that they were meeting at an out of the way park had nothing to do with it. Just didn’t need tongues wagging if someone she happened to know showed up at the local coffee shop, that’s all. She stood gazing at the flowing river, trying to calm her nervousness and some pangs of guilt. Watching the water rush by in the river, she forced those thoughts out of her head. Surely her husband didn’t feel much guilt over his encounter, so why should she? She was so engrossed in her thoughts she almost didn’t hear the car door shutting in the parking lot behind her. Steeling herself and willing herself not to run, she slowly turned wondering what she was about to see.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of a handsome man making his way towards her. As he drew closer, she could see many emotions playing on his face as well, which immediately calmed her somewhat. He looked curious, and a bit worried as well. Probably having the same thoughts as me, she pondered. Maybe wondering if I’m a psycho…at that thought she let out a small giggle and smiled at him. Striding over, he held out his hand and asked if she was Janice. At her nod of yes, he looked greatly relieved and smiled, lighting his face and akbatı escort his eyes up. Janice looked deep into his eyes and saw nothing hidden, and suddenly felt safer.

Deciding to sit for a while on a nearby bench, Janice and Carl made some awkward small talk, as strangers often do. Then Carl confessed that he had been very unsure about all of this, even though it had been his idea. He had thought about every possible scenario, even that she might be just some weirdo who was going to push him into the river. Janice broke out in laughter, confessing the same thoughts, and they both relaxed. The silence grew as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Carl took Janice’s hands and leaned towards her…her heart leapt and her breath quickened as he gently and softly kissed her on her full pink lips. She seemed to melt into him and he pushed a little further, darting his tongue into her parted lips as she moaned softly. Janice felt the stirrings of desire as he explored her mouth with his, and his hands traced lightly up her arms, and down her shoulders…coming to rest just above her tingling breasts. Janice moved closer and returned his kiss with passion she hadn’t felt in years…giving him silent permission to go further…as far as he wanted with her.

His hands slid down to cup her full breasts and circled them through her top…her nipples sprang to life and started to harden instantly. Carl sought them out with his fingertips and gently circled them…sending shivers up her spine. She gasped as he took a nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it, pinching it ever so slightly. Janice was amazed at the rush of dampness between her legs and she closed her eyes and sighed in bliss. Tentatively, she reached down and placed her hand on his hardening bulge. Her eyes widened at the size of what was not a fully hard cock yet, and she licked her well-kissed lips a bit nervously.Go ahead, Carl whispered I her ear,it won’t bite you. Janice smiled at his humour and started to slowly aksaray escort stroke him through his pants. He drew in a deep breath and told her how good it felt. Growing bolder, Janice unzipped his pants and reached in to touch him…smiling with appreciation when his cock twitched beneath her gentle touch. Carl moaned and shifted so she was better able to reach her hand in. It was so warm…so hard…so inviting.

Glancing around, and making sure they were well hidden by the nearby brush, Carl grew bolder…slipping his hands underneath her shirt and growling with appreciation as he found her breasts. Carl wasted no time deftly unhooking her delicate black lace bra. Janice’s large breasts seemed to call to him as he touched her exposed skin for the first time. Dipping his head, he ran his wet tongue across each nipple, making her moan and arch her back. Slowly they teased each other to a pitch…her wrapping her hand around his cock which she had managed to free, and him latching on to each nipple in succession as he played and pinched the other.

I want you, Carl breathed in her ear shortly….I want you so bad. Janice nodded and looked at him with lust-glazed eyes. They knew they could not continue this any further – at least not here and not now. Janice wasn’t ready to quit yet, as she quickly moved her head down to Carl’s lap and breathed her hot sweet breath on his huge hard on. Before he could protest, she ran her tongue around his cock’s head and then slowly sucked it into her mouth. He tasted so good…it was so hard in her mouth. She could taste a drop of his pre-cum in her mouth and her pussy twitched at the thought of it buried deep inside of her. Slowly she moved her pink lips down the length of his shaft, making him moan in pleasure this time has he ran his fingers through her long red hair. A slight scent of vanilla hit his nostrils and he breathed deep as it excited him even more. Pulling her up from his cock now shining with her saliva, he buried his face in her hair and told her how wonderful she smelled…so vanilla sweet and innocent. Nibbling on her ear, he suggested that they find a more private spot to continue…but only if she felt comfortable.

Smiling provocatively at him, she leaned over and gave him a kiss so hot, tongue deep in his mouth that he had a hard time not cumming right on the spot. I definitely agree she breathed…I know just the place.

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Seduced by my auntie Rita and uncle Peter

I was 18 and started work as an apprentice. I lived in Kent and worked in London. Auntie Rita and uncle Peter lived in South London. They were keen 10 pin bowlers and asked if I wanted to join one evening which I quickly agreed to. After we had finished it was late and my parents agreed that it would be a good idea to stay the night with them. I slept in their spare room and as usual I had a wank before I went to sleep.

I wanked into a handkerchief, put it under my pillow and went to sleep. I got up in the morning, had breakfast and went to work. The next week I went bowling again with them. I met them at Streatham Bowling Alley and I noticed that auntie was wearing more make up than usual. In those days she smoked and there was something about seeing her cigarette clamped between her deep red lips. I was seriously attracted to her red lipstick and when she was talking I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips. Even though she was my mum’s sister I really wanted to kiss her.

We played our bowling games and went back to their home. We sat and chatted, had a coffee and then I went to bed. I had been in bed about 10 minutes when there was a knock on the door and auntie came in. She was wearing a dressing gown and sat on the edge of the bed.

She took something out of the pocket and said, ‘here’s the handkerchief you left under your pillow last week, it’s OK I’ve washed it for you.’

I felt myself blushing and just kept apologising.

She said it was no problem and then before I knew what was happening she had her hand under the covers and on my ever hardening cock. Then she pulled the covers back and said, ‘would you like auntie to do it for you?’ I didn’t need to answer as she slowly started rubbing me. It felt wonderful. She undid the belt on her dressing gown and exposed her tits and said, ‘you can feel them if you want to.’

I reached up and got my first ever feel of tits. I loved how huge her nipples were. Sadly within a minute or two I knew I was going to cum and told auntie. She stopped, stood up and took her large satin knickers off and wrapped them round my cock and said, ‘that’s better than doing it into a handkerchief.’

She only rubbed me a couple of times and I was spunking into her panties. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips and said, ‘now it’s uncle’s turn, sleep well.’

What I didn’t know and didn’t find out for a few months was that she went back into her own bedroom, wrapped her cummy knickers round uncle Peter’s cock and wanked him off into them and then the next day he wore them under his trousers to work. I couldn’t believe what had just happened but it felt wonderful. I got up in the morning and auntie asked if I slept well.

Uncle said, ‘I hear you enjoyed auntie coming into see you last night.’

I was shocked that he knew and somehow managed to say, ‘yes it was great.’

We all had breakfast and I headed off to work.

For the next week I wanked atakent escort at least once a day and each time I fantasised that it was auntie Rita doing it to me. The next Thursday we went bowling and auntie said, ‘you can have me tonight as long as uncle can watch. Its up to you.’

I was shocked but of course I agreed. When we got back to their place we had a drink and auntie said she’d join me soon. I went into my room, got undressed and got into bed with a huge hard cock. Ten minutes later they both came in. They both had dressing gowns on.

Auntie took hers off and was naked underneath and she jumped into bed with me and then threw the covers off. Uncle undressed and totally shocked me. He had a white corset on with suspenders holding up stockings and a petticoat. His hard cock was standing in front of him. He sat down on a chair near us. Auntie started kissing me and put my hand between her legs and showed me how wet she was. She pulled me on top of her she guided me inside her. Uncle was now wanking himself.

I’m sad to say that I only last about a minute before I spunked inside her. I managed to stay hard and with her moving about underneath me I was soon fucking her again. This time she managed to cum and I rolled off her. She started kissing me and rubbing my cock. She shifted slightly and then carried on wanking me and soon I was shooting cum all over her. What I didn’t know at the time is that it was actually uncle who finished me off. This became the norm for the next few months. When it was her period she would wank or suck me off while uncle watched and wanked.

I was at home one Saturday when the phone rang and my mum answered it, after a while she came into me and said, ‘auntie Suzy wants to know if you want to go bowling tomorrow afternoon.’

‘Yes, OK,’ I replied.

Mum came off the phone and said, ‘she says go over about noon and you can have lunch with them.’

‘Fine,’ I replied. I was quite surprised as I didn’t know they went bowling on a Sunday but if it involved sex with auntie afterwards or even before that was fine by me. I took the train and got there just before 12 and rang the bell. Auntie opened the door and almost dragged me in. She was very heavily made up with lots of blue eye shadow and lots of deep red lipstick. She wore a white corset, suspenders, stockings and high heels.

But what amazed me was the size of her nipples and they were also covered in lipstick. She grabbed me, pinned me to the wall and snogged the face off me. Her tongue went straight in my face and I could tell she had been smoking. She took my hand and put it on her pussy – I have never felt it so wet and I slipped a finger inside her.

Eventually she stopped kissing me and took me into the lounge. Uncle Peter was sitting on the sofa, dressed in his usual corset, suspenders and stockings and rubbing his cock. She started undressing me straight away without hardly saying anything. ataköy escort When I was undressed she took my hand and we all went up to their bedroom.

On the bed were some items of underwear and she said, ‘it’s about time you sampled the pleasures of wearing ladies undies.’

She put a suspender belt on me and sat me on the edge of the bed, then put some fishnet stockings on and clipped them to the suspender clips. I loved the feel of them against my legs. My cock was standing to attention.

She said to uncle,’can you get Rob ready for the lipstick.’ Uncle came over and took hold of my cock and slowly eased my foreskin back over the head, it felt wonderful. Then auntie took her lipstick and thoroughly coated the head of my cock with the lipstick, let it dry for a minute or two and then put another coat on. I looked down in admiration.

The rest of the afternoon was one of total filthy, perverted sex with me fucking and licking auntie’s cunt, wanking and even sucking uncle for the first time. He didn’t cum in my mouth but I know its only a matter of time before he does. He did however spunk all over my face and auntie licked it off and then kissed him. Both of them wanked and sucked me and the pleasure was as good whoever did it. The following Thursday we went bowling and back to the usual routine with all of us having filthy sex again. This carried on every week with the occasional Sunday afternoon visit. By now they were dressing me every time in corsets, seamed stockings and even high heel shoes and referring to me as their little sissy. The only thing I stopped at was being fucked in the ass although auntie did use a butt plug on me.

When it was her period she would either wank or suck me off and I would do the same to uncle. In the summer they invited me to go on holiday with them to the Isle of Wight and we stayed in a holiday camp. Every night I slept in auntie’s bed and uncle slept in single bed. By now she had a large dildo and uncle loved wanking each other off while she fucked herself with it while smoking a cigarette. A few months later I met a girl and had trouble getting away every Thursday and it gradually fizzled out although auntie and uncle did suggest I bought her along as well but I knew she wouldn’t be up for that.

Months later I heard that they had taken a lodger and was curious to find out more about him so I phoned auntie and she suggested i went and met him. I made my excuses at home and with my girlfriend and went to their house one evening. I was quite shocked when I met him. His name was Mark and was 24 but only looked about 16. We all had dinner together and auntie said, ‘Mark dear, do you mind if Rob spends the evening with us?’

What he replied shocked me. ‘Mummy, that will be lovely, can Rob be my big brother?’ he asked.

‘That’ll be OK with you Rob, won’t it? she replied.

We finished dinner and did the dishes and auntie said she was atalar escort going up to change. She came back a few minutes later with her face fully made up, a white all in one bra and corset with suspender straps, stockings and high heels. She was also carrying a handful of underwear for us to put on. Mark quickly undressed, his cock was already hard and a little smaller than mine and in not time at all was wearing a corset, suspenders and stockings. I undressed and put some undies on too.

Meanwhile Mark was undressing uncle and then put stockings and suspenders on him too. Auntie sat on the sofa and Mark went up to her and said, ‘your little boy needs to suck mummy’s tittys.’

He lay on the sofa with his head on auntie’s chest and said, ‘mummy, please let me suck your tits.’

With that auntie eased her tits out of her bra and Mark immediately clamped his mouth round one her tits and sucked it.

The look on her face told me how much she was enjoying it. Mark rolled over and his cock was standing to attention and throbbing. ‘Mummy,’ he asked, ‘can you get uncle or my brother to suck me off, I really need to cum.’

Uncle and I looked at each other and he said, ‘I’ll get to do this again tomorrow, so you might as well.’

I had only ever sucked uncle’s cock before but didn’t hesitate and knelt on the floor and took Marks’ cock in my mouth. Uncle came round and squeezed his balls and kept saying, ‘cum for mummy and daddy, shoot your spunk for us.’

Auntie was holding one of her tits and feeding it into his mouth and saying, ‘ suck mummy’s nipple, suck her milk out.’ I felt him about to cum and held his cock tightly in my mouth as he spurted deep inside me. I sat up and opened my mouth and let it drip down over his face. Auntie leaned down and licked it off.

Uncle said, ‘daddy’s turn to cum now, you know the way daddy likes it, don’t you’.

Mark certainly did know and as he sucked him he slid a finger inside his ass and finger fucked him. Uncle didn’t last long. Finally it was auntie’s turn and again he used his mouth and tongue on her. I watched as she held her cunt open and Mark licked her out before she cum all over his face. I lay on the sofa and auntie kissed me using her tongue. I loved the taste of her lipstick, meanwhile I had two mouths and hands wanking and sucking. Who it was that actually made me cum but I really didn’t mind. Sadly I couldn’t stay the night and had to leave.

A few weeks later I bumped into uncle and he told me that Mark had left and they were looking for another lodger. A month or so later and auntie told that a 17 year old girl called Rosie had moved in and in her words was ‘their submissive sex slave.’

I met her a short time later but never got to spend the evening with them. I was then in a serious relationship. I often wondered who else auntie and uncle had been involved with. I only tended to bump into them at Christmas and other family get togethers.

I always asked what they were up to and was told,’just the same as before but a lot kinkier and with different people.’ I knew I was always welcome to go and have some fun with them but never did.

All the above really happened. These days it would be called abuse but I really enjoyed it all and would do it all over again. It made me the filthy minded wanker I am today.

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I have spent most of my adult life, more than 25 years, trying to seduce beautiful women. As the years have progressed, I have become more and more successful. This is due primarily to the experience I developed along the way and the implementation of an approach towards women that treats them with courtesy and respect while uncovering their true sexual nature.

Through these many sexual experiences over the years, I now concentrate my attention exclusively on married women. I have found that married women are more mature, experienced and make better lovers than either single or divorced women. Many times divorced and single women have personal issues that get in the way of a purely sexual relationship. Many of them are looking for a relationship in addition to sex. This is not always the case but it happens often. Because of this, I usually shy away from single or divorced women when it comes to my seduction efforts.

Having said that, I must admit that, for some inexplicable reason, I am completely turned on and have an overwhelming desire to fuck another man’s wife. All women excite me but the ultimate turn-on for me is to find a beautiful married woman who loves to fuck, develop a very good friendship with her, and then to get her into bed.

My lust for married women has no limits or boundaries. At various times in my life, I have fucked my best friend’s wife, my boss’s wife, my brother-in-law’s wife, my co-worker’s wife, my cousin’s wife, my uncle’s wife and my wife’s married sister. And that’s only a very few of the many married women I have taken to bed over the past 25 years.

I am not an Adonis by any means but many women do find me attractive. I have black (salt and pepper) hair and brown eyes. Even at age 48, there are still times when I see a woman’s head turning when she walks by me. I am very shy by nature and I think women like that about me. They feel comfortable with me because I am not bold or abrasive and I have a good sense of humor.

I take a realistic approach when I find a woman that I am attracted to. My number one rule is not to waste my time on a woman who I know will not be receptive to me. There are so many women who are beautiful but turn their noses up when it comes to sex. These women usually enjoy sex but they don’t love it. How do I know when this is the case? I don’t really. I just use my instinct and try to pick up signs here and there. Mainly, I just rely on my experience.

A second very important rule I have with women is to be patient. If I find a woman I am interested in, I make an effort to get to know her and allow her to get to know me. I never force things. In one case, it took 10 years of seduction efforts before I was able to get the object of my desire into bed. The woman was my sister-in-law and she was well worth the wait. Can you imagine how good the fucking was after waiting, longing and fantasizing for 10 years?

I have never taken the direct approach for two reasons. First, it seldom works. Second, and this is a personal preference with me, there is so much more much pleasure for me when I make love to a woman with whom I’ve developed a friendship. Most men can make love to a stranger without qualms and I’m not saying I can’t. But it’s not my preference because I need that bond with a woman that only comes with friendship. Despite popular belief, I believe that a man and woman who are friends can have a dynamic sexual relationship. From my experience, the sexual chemistry between us intensifies as our level of closeness increases.

Sexually, I love women with big, beautiful asses. Nothing turns me on more than a beautiful woman with a great ass, hips and thighs. I am especially attracted to women with great lower bodies who have that dynamic wiggle when they walk. Seeing a beautiful body in motion always gets my attention, especially when eyes that have that “fuck me” look accompany the body.

While I love every aspect of fucking, the biggest pleasure in sex for me is eating a woman’s pussy. I love it all: the taste, the smell, the licking, the sucking, and the feeling of total exhilaration that I get knowing that I am giving a beautiful woman pleasure. There is no greater moment in life for me than when a beautiful sex-starved woman explodes in orgasm while I’m eating her.

I have had many dynamic sexual experiences over the years, some that continue to this day. But perhaps my most memorable seduction was my most recent. It started about two years ago, after my wife and I became very good friends with Dan and Jamie, a couple we met at the neighborhood ballpark. The first meeting and eventual friendship led me to try to seduce Jamie, one of the most beautiful and sexiest women I have ever seen in my life.

I didn’t meet Jamie until almost two months after the first time I saw her. I was coaching a girls’ softball team and she was the wife of one of the coaches on an opposing team. I remember seeing her the first time we played that team but I don’t remember anything special about her. To me, she was just anther mother in the stands ataşehir escort watching the game.

I first met Jamie late in the season when we played her daughter’s team for the second time. My team won a close, hard-fought game and I was discussing the game with Dan, the opposing coach. While we were talking, a beautiful woman walked up and stood right next to us. I didn’t know who she was but I immediately lost my train of thought while talking to Dan. After a minute or two, Dan realized that the woman was standing there and introduced me to her. It was Jamie, his wife. I shook her hand and said, “Hello Jamie, I’m Joseph.”

Our eyes met for the first time. The first thing I noticed was that she had beautiful, radiant green eyes, a color you don’t see often. She had brown, teased hair and she wore heavy makeup. It was also impossible not to notice the shorts she had on. They were white, extremely tight and extremely short. What made it more remarkable was that Jamie had incredible, fully developed thighs. She also had one of those dark tans that women get today by spending hours in the tanning booth and this only accented the beauty of her legs. Jamie had to be in her late 30s or early 40s but, to be honest, she was dressed like a 22-year-old whore.

I had a long conversation with Dan and Jamie and realized that we had a lot in common. The talk was mainly about softball, our kids going to the same school and mutual friends. After we shook hands and said our goodbyes, I started to walk away but was stopped dead in my tracks. Just as I was starting to turn away, I noticed Jamie walking away. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen, those short, tight shorts trying to hide her spectacular, huge, well-rounded ass.

Needless to say, it was tough trying to get that image out of my mind. She had those tanned, muscular legs and thick, sexy thighs. And that ass. I started having dreams about that ass.

We didn’t play Dan’s team until nearly a month later so I didn’t get to see Jamie for a while. I thought about her less but my thoughts about her picked up again as game time neared.

Before the game I spotted her quickly. I was in front of the third base dugout but I could see her in the first base bleachers. Again she had on very short shorts. She had on a white, extremely tight top that accentuated her deep, dark tan. She was definitely a very beautiful woman, the kind that men lust after.

Dan and I had gotten along well since we first met and I had a brief talk with him before the game. I told him that I would talk to him after the game.

After the game, which Dan’s team won, I met Dan and Jamie behind the bleachers as I was walking out. We talked a good while but I will admit that it was hard taking my eyes off Jamie. I’m sure she noticed but then again I was sure she had to be used to getting a little extra attention. We eventually moved over to the bleachers and sat down. I sat on the first row and Dan and Jamie sat on the third row above me. Jamie’s spectacular thighs and legs were only a few feet from me. When she sat down, and before she crossed her legs, I caught a quick peek deep between her legs. Her shorts were so tight and short that they clung to her pussy and thighs. I couldn’t tell whether she had on any panties but I could almost see the outline of her pussy. It was an extraordinary sight.

We talked for a long time, with Dan and I doing most of the talking. Jamie didn’t say much but when she did I fell in love with her voice. She had that deep, husky, throaty voice that was very, very sexy. It only added to her already dynamic package.

Both Dan and Jamie were very personable and we all enjoyed the conversation. We soon said our goodbyes and I admit to having a tinge of sadness with the thought that I might not see Jamie for a long time.

May mind, of course, began to work overtime. How could I get to know this woman even better and would it be possible at some point for me to make the ultimate proposal to her? I thought about what little I knew about Jamie and whether she would be the type of woman who would be receptive to having an affair. Even though I did not know her well enough to make a definitive judgment, my instincts told me that Jamie loved sex, loved to fuck and probably was not exclusive to her husband. Of course, I realized that this may be just wishful thinking on my part.

But there were some good signs. First, the way she dressed told me that she liked to draw attention to herself. I knew from experience, however, that many women dressed this way as an ego boost for themselves. I have found that many women like to put on the “fuck me” attire to ensure that they draw the attention of men. This makes them feel very good about themselves and it is an ego boost when men proposition them. But they always politely say no. Was Jamie one of these women? Possibly, but I was hoping against hope that she wasn’t.

Another positive sign from Jamie was the look in her eyes. When she looked avcılar escort at me with those beautiful green eyes, they seemed to bore a hole in me. There was a certain shyness but she always seemed to have a sly smile when she looked at me. Or, again, was this just wishful thinking on my part? The bottom line was that I didn’t know Jamie well enough at this point to make a definitive judgment. But I made up my mind that I would do my best to get to know her better to see where things might lead. This woman had the type of ass that I would move mountains to eat and that was all the incentive I needed to try to seduce her.

After softball season ended in July, I didn’t see Jamie again until that fall. I ran into her twice at the junior high school where our children attended. She looked absolutely mesmerizing both times that I saw her. Even fully clothed, Jamie exuded sex. I went out of my way to go up and talk to her on both those occasions. As she had been when we had briefly talked during the summer, Jamie exhibited a great personality and she was very articulate. She was very outgoing and a very good conversationalist. We talked about everyday topics: work, the trials and tribulations of parenthood and other family matters. She showed a very good sense of humor while describing her everyday stressful situations.

Each time I saw Jamie it would renew my fantasies about her. I dreamed of being between her thighs and seeing how far I could get my tongue into her pussy. I dreamed of her sitting on my face, me eating every inch of her thick, massive ass. Thinking about fucking this woman kept me awake on more than a few nights.

I saw Jamie a few more times during the next few months but never was able to get into a one-on-one conversation with her. I really had begun to doubt whether our paths would ever cross enough for me to develop a real friendship with her. My thinking changed, however, when fate stepped in on a cold and dreary day that next Spring. It happened when I went to our neighborhood park to sign my daughters up for softball.

While I was there, I saw Dan drive up. After he signed his daughter up to play, we started talking about the upcoming season and about coaching. We had a great talk and it suddenly dawned on us that it would be a great idea to join forces and coach a team together. I loved the idea because Dan was one of the best coaches in the league and his daughter was one of the best players. With our two daughters, we would have the start of a very strong team. But secretly, deep down in my inner thoughts, I was thinking of Jamie. This would be a great opportunity for me to get to know her better. At worst, I would get to look at her every day at practice and at the games. The thought of that alone gave me a thrill.

Each head coach in our league was allowed to designate one assistant coach and we agreed that I would be the head coach and put Dan down as the assistant. It couldn’t have worked out better. We not only had a great team, but Dan and I became very good friends. We were both athletic and loved sports and we also were about the same age and had similar backgrounds.

That summer my wife Jane and I developed a very good friendship with both Dan and Jamie. We spent a lot of time together, going out to eat and having cookouts whenever we got the chance. We had some good times. But the best part of it for me was being able to spend so much time with Jamie. She was the type of woman that seemed to get better looking every time you saw her. Since we spent so much time together that summer, I was able to really develop my relationship with her and we became pretty good friends. I did a lot of joking around with her but I never said anything forward to her. I desperately wanted to but bided my time until felt the time was right.

The more I got to know Jamie the more I believed I had a real chance to seduce her. I still had no definitive clue. It was a just a feeling. Maybe more hope than anything else at that point. The one thing that kept me focused on my goal was Jamie’s absolutely amazing beauty. When we would sit out on the deck that summer, I would try to make sure I sat directly across from Jamie. Watching her tanned, muscular legs when she crossed and uncrossed them took my breath away.

Everything about Jamie was gorgeous and sexy but her ass always got me instantly excited. I used to love to watch her walk away just to see that ass in motion. It was big, beautiful and luscious. I remember one day Dan playfully came up behind Jamie with a softball bat. He then swung the bat, tapping Jamie’s ass lightly. While Dan laughed, I had a different reaction. My mouth flew open when I saw that ass jiggling from Dan’s tap with the bat. I got so excited that I had to turn and walk away to keep everyone from seeing the obvious.

After the season was over, Dan and Jamie invited my wife and I over for a Saturday night cookout. With school starting in a few weeks, I knew this might be the last time for me to see Jamie avrupa yakası escort for a long time. I made up my mind that I had to say something to her. That is, if I could get her alone long enough to do so.

The night was a good one. There was good food, good conversation and plenty of beer and liquor. Late in the evening, Dan got a phone call and had to go in to work to take care of an emergency. My wife, who had a little too much to drink, went inside and fell asleep on the couch. That left Jamie and me on the deck alone. With my inhibitions lessened by the beer and the mesmerizing sight of Jamie, I knew this was my opportunity.

We were having a great conversation, talking about dreams and what we really wanted out of life. Finally, out of the blue, I said, “Jamie, you know that I’m attracted to you, don’t you?”

“No, I didn’t know that,” she said.

“I hope you consider that a compliment,” I said. “You may be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

She dropped her head and didn’t look at me. “Well, thank you,” she said. “I am flattered.”

I told Jamie that I hoped she didn’t think of me as a bad person because of what I said. “I just felt that I had to say it,” I told her. “I want you to know that I have enjoyed getting to know you and talking to you. You just don’t know how much I need to have someone to talk to right now. Would you mind if I called you or e-mailed you sometime just to talk?”

Jamie replied, “I don’t think bad of you for saying that. I understand. You know, we all have a side of us that we don’t show to the world. There are times, though, that we do show it. We all have a dark side. You can call me any time. I enjoy talking to you too.”

At that point, my wife came out and said it was time to go home. We said our goodbyes and I gave Jamie a goodbye hug. Before we broke apart, she squeezed me a little tighter. Was this a message or was this just my imagination running wild?

From that night forward, Jamie and I began sharing e-mails and occasional phone calls. I guess you would say that we became confidantes, sharing each other’s personal thoughts, both good and bad. I would occasionally comment on Jamie’s beauty in my e-mails but she never gave any indication in her replies that she would be willing to take our relationship beyond friendship.

I did learn some intimate things about her. In one of my complaining e-mails, I told her that my wife refused to wear sexy lingerie, even though she knew that lingerie was my biggest turn-on. Jamie replied that she loved to wear lingerie. “I like to show my trashy side,” she said. “My friends kid me about it but I absolutely love to dress up in that stuff. It keeps life exciting. I know some people, especially women, think something’s wrong with me because of the way I dress. Hey, I don’t care. It makes me feel good and I’m going to try to look good for as long as I can. My theory is that if you’ve got it, show it (ha, ha).”

As we became more and more comfortable with each other, Jamie and I began talking about our marriage situations, the ups and the downs. She said that she and Dan had a good marriage but that it didn’t have the magic that it used to have. “Sometimes I think we’re just supposed to end up with a certain person and make the best of it,” she said.

The continuous e-mails and phone calls brought Jamie and I closer and closer together, at least as friends. My seduction efforts had led me to a real friendship that was better than I ever thought it would be. The closeness of the friendship just enhanced my desire for this woman if that was possible. It was no longer just a sexual attraction. I had come to like her a lot as a person as well and I wanted her desperately.

It was after about six months of e-mailing and talking to Jamie that I realized that I could wait no longer. I had to find out one way or the other whether Jamie and I would consummate our friendship with sex. I realized that I was taking a chance because I was not totally sure what her answer would be. But I was ready and I was hoping that she was also.

I decided to roll the dice. I spent two days crafting an e-mail that I hoped would state my feelings while at the same time influencing her eventual decision whether to make love to me.

I said,

“Hello Jamie,

“I send you this e-mail today to express my true feelings to you as a woman that I have come to know and respect on a very personal level. What I say here is from the heart and I hope it fully conveys how much I have come to appreciate your friendship.

“The bottom line, Jamie, is that I want to propose that you and I expand our friendship to include a physical relationship. Yes, I want to make love to you. I am at a stage in my life where I desperately need to physically connect with another human being. And I want that person to be you. I want it to be you for several reasons.

“One, I believe we’ve become friends and two, I believe we seem to share a lot of the same concerns, fears, problems, etc., whatever you want to call it. Yes, I am physically attracted to you. Even more than that, I am desperate to make love to you. But that attraction comes not just from the physical alone. There is no way I could propose this with a stranger or with someone who I don’t know very well. That is why it has to be you. We are friends and we would both go into it knowing the nature of the relationship.

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As I wrote in Body Language, my aerobics instructor Aysegul and I had become lovers while she was helping me recover from hernia surgery. However, while we were able to get together during her lunch time when I was on medical leave, we wouldn’t be able to once I started working again. So, if we wanted to keep seeing each other, we not only needed a place to meet, she needed a way to change her work schedule so we could meet. The answer to that came in an offer from one of her coworkers, who would swap shifts once a week, and let us use her apartment. She wanted something in return of course, something that neither of us really wanted to give her. But our desire to be with each other was strong enough that we finally agreed to her terms.

The coworker, Sevgi, is bisexual although she prefers women to the point of almost being a lesbian. And, while she has a nice body, she has the personality of a hard core lesbian, meaning she acts masculine and is aggressive. That’s a big turn off for most men, including me, yet as I said, Sevgi does want a man in bed sometimes. And, her and Aysegul had been occasional lovers, which is why she made the offer in the first place. Although, Aysegul had only been a passive participant letting Sevgi lick her without returning the favor. So, what Sevgi wanted in exchange for helping us with our problem, was for us to become her lovers as well. She wanted me to make love to her twice a month, the way Aysegul and I made love. And, she wanted Aysegul to stop being a passive lover, and to actively make love to her as well.

The thing is that Aysegul had agreed to Sevgi’s conditions without ever asking me. And, she now expected me to keep my side of the bargain she had made. I was obviously a little pissed off when Aysegul told me about the deal she had made. However, since her and I were making love at the time, and there really were no other options, she was eventually able to get me to go along with it. But, not without having to agree to some additional conditions that I imposed as a revenge of sorts for making the deal behind my back. The biggest of those was that my first time with Sevgi, and her first time as an active lover, would be together as a threesome. Plus, there were some additional things I wanted Aysegul to do with Sevgi that Sevgi would not have asked for. Things that would be a little embarrassing for Aysegul, but really hot to me. And that threesome is what this story is mainly about.

Once I’d told Aysegul my conditions, and she passed them on to Sevgi, it took a little over a week for them to get everything set up. That’s because they both needed to be able to be away from the gym at the same time, and that wasn’t easy to arrange on short notice. However, they did get it arranged, and let me know when it would be so that I could take time off from work as well. Of course, it was too early for them to want to start this when I left to supposedly go to work that morning. But, Aysegul had an idea, and that was for me to come to her apartment first then go to Sevgi’s together. Not to make love to her though, because I needed to save my energy for later. No, just to get some rest in her bed, with her, until it was time to meet Sevgi. Like it would be possible for either of us to rest when we were in the same bed together! Still, we did make sure that I didn’t cum while we were there, although there was no reason that Aysegul couldn’t. And she used that advantage to have more than a couple of orgasms before we really did try to rest.

Actually, as we were walking to Sevgi’s a little before 11, I thought that the playing around Aysegul and I had done had been a good idea. By me giving her a few orgasms with my tongue and fingers, I’d helped get her in the mood and take away some of her nervousness. And, by her keeping me horny, without letting me cum, I should have no problem doing what I needed to do with Sevgi. Yes, I know that it sounds a little unfair that I’d think about fucking Sevgi as something I had to do, not something I wanted to do. But, that was the reality of the situation, that as nice as Sevgi’s body might be, I wasn’t attracted to her. The mean, almost man hating expression she always wore, typical of a bull dyke, was a definite turn off. And if she wore it for our get together, my being horny enough to fuck a light socket might come in handy.

When she answered the door, most of Sevgi’s perpetual scowl was absent from her face. However, her manner was almost business like, not sensual in any way, which was just as bad, if not worse. Then again, it was almost understandable that she would feel that way about what was going to happen. I mean, I hadn’t made a play for her, or tried to seduce her, had I? Instead, she’d had to make a deal with Aysegul in order to get me to fuck her. So, as far as she was concerned, this was a business arrangement in a way. And, there was no small talk or anything other than simple greetings before she led us to her bedroom and started taking otele gelen escort off her clothes.

Even as horny as I was, I couldn’t make love to her under these circumstances. So, to at least add some sensuality to the proceedings, I asked her to stop, and let me do the undressing. She balked at first, but I persisted, telling her that we were supposed to be making love here, not having cold clinical sex. And, whether she wanted us to enjoy this or not, I did, and that meant doing the things people did when they made love. Like, touching each other, kissing each other, and undressing each other. She protested again, saying that she’d prefer that Aysegul undress her then, if anyone did. And I answered her back, saying that if she wanted me to make love to her, which was supposedly why I was here, then she had to let me do it. Aysegul wouldn’t be there the other times, so she needed to get used to me taking her clothes off, and her taking mine off. Then, since we were both going to make love to Aysegul, we could take hers off together.

I went to her and slowly began opening the buttons on her shirt, but rather than start on mine, or even watch what I was doing, she just stood there like a statue. Again, this was doing nothing to make things easier, and again, I had to do something about it. So I stopped working on her buttons, and went around behind her. Then telling her I wanted her to relax before I went any further, I started softly massaging her shoulders. At this point Aysegul, who was just sitting on the bed watching, asked why I’d never given her a massage. I laughed and said that she was always in the mood, so she hadn’t needed one. But Sevgi here wasn’t in the mood, and I was going to get her there, because I didn’t want to make love alone.

Then, continuing my massage, I leaned down and kissed Sevgi’s neck, which got my first reaction from her. It was her jumping a little, not the reaction I wanted, still it was a reaction and that’s what counted. So, I did it again, and started talking to her in a half whisper. I told her again that I needed her to relax, and if she had to, think about someone else doing what I was doing to her. Because, as I kept repeating, I was here to make love to her, not to fuck her. I was going to use my hands, my fingers, my lips and my tongue, on every inch of her body. And, only when she was ready to make love to me too, would I let her have my cock.

As I was saying this, I moved my hands around, and cupped her breasts through her shirt, and gently began massaging them. Then I continued by saying that I wanted her to make love too, and I wanted her to use her hands, her lips and her tongue on me too. I was going to lick her body, suck her tits, eat her pussy, and stick my tongue deep in her ass. And I was going to put my cock in every one of her holes, her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. And, I was going to cum in every one of those holes before I left today. Would she like that, would she like me to cum in every one of her holes? That finally got a positive reaction from her, a simple whispered yes, as she pressed her body back against me. Then I told her to show me that she wanted those things, by helping me to undress while I finished undressing her.

There was a definite difference when I moved back in front of her this time. Her eyes were now smoky with desire, and she even had a slight smile on her face, which made a big difference in her looks. And, when I reached for her buttons again, she reached for mine too. She was still a little hesitant, because she’d probably never undressed a man before. But, she was at least doing it, and I gave her some more encouragement by leaning forward to kiss her lips. Again, she was hesitant to kiss me back, and it made me wonder how much real experience she had with men. No, I didn’t think she was a virgin, I doubt she would have made this deal if she was. I just thought that all her sex with men had been hurried and rough, with no tenderness at all. And, all her tenderness had been with her women lovers. If that was the case, she was going to be learning a lot of new things from me today.

When she got my shirt open, and I took it off, she commented on how much hair I had on my chest. When I asked if that was a bad thing, she said she didn’t know, then reached out to touch it all by herself. She said that it was a lot softer than she thought, but she still didn’t know if she liked it or not. Then, I guess because she felt she’d insulted me, she told me that she knew her tits were too small when I got her shirt off. They were smaller than Aysegul’s, that was sure, but they still filled my hands so they weren’t that small. And, unlike her, I did say I liked them anyway, because as the old saying goes, more than a mouthful was a waste. I showed her that I liked them too, by leaning forward to trap one of her nipples between my lips. Only for a minute, because we still pendik escort had Aysegul waiting for us to undress. But, I got a smile from her, when I talked to her tits and told them I was definitely coming back to see them later.

While she hadn’t hesitated when she saw my chest hair, or to take off my pants even, she did when it came time to pull down my underwear. I had to hold her hands and guide them to get her to do that. And, I had to guide her hand to my cock too, before she would touch it, reinforcing my belief that all her sex with men had been hurried. I also had to tell her not to be so rough with it, since it was just as sensitive as her pussy was. Then, as she got used to holding it in her hand, I kissed her and talked dirty to her again. I told her that the next time she took off my underwear, she should be on her knees, because I’d want her to start kissing it right away. She asked, with a shiver, if that was what I expected her to do right now. And in response, I told her she’d do that later, taking it into her mouth too, which got another shiver. Then I pulled her hand away, and knelt before her to show her how it was done.

I’d only licked her pussy, after sliding her panties off, for a few seconds before Aysegul asked if we’d forgotten about her. Actually I had, to be honest, in concentrating on getting Sevgi to enjoy what we were doing here. Now though, it was time to bring her into the game too, just not the way she expected. I told them both that I had said we’d undress Aysegul together, but I’d changed my mind about that. I was going to let Sevgi do that by herself, while I got to know her body better. First though, I wanted them to kiss each other, because that’s what lovers did before undressing. As I knew would happen, Sevgi was eager while Aysegul didn’t want to kiss another girl. So, I had to turn some of my dirty talk to her, to get her in the mood too. I told her to come to me, then I reminded her of the things we were going to be doing, especially the things she would be doing. I mean, she was going to be licking Sevgi’s pussy and her freshly fucked asshole while I fucked her ass, wasn’t she? So, why should she hesitate to kiss Sevgi’s lips now, considering where she was going to be kissing her later?

It was probably the mention of me fucking her ass that did the trick, because Aysegul lives for ass fucking. Whatever it was, she leaned forward for a first tentative kiss, then went all out after a few seconds. I left them to their kissing and went behind Sevgi to start some kissing of my own, beginning with her shoulders and working my way down. As expected from both her manner and her small tits, Sevgi had a small almost boyish ass. But, while Aysegul’s ass is by far the best one, I like any small tight asses and Sevgi’s was both of those. And, by the time my kisses reached it, Aysegul was already naked and Sevgi was urging her to lay back on the bed so she could eat her pussy.

That’s something that Aysegul didn’t balk at, because she’d let Sevgi do it before and obviously enjoyed it. And when Sevgi knelt between Aysegul’s legs, that opened her pussy and ass to my tongue as well. I concentrated my licking more on her asshole than her pussy, since that’s where I planned to cum first. But, I didn’t totally neglect her pussy with either my mouth or my fingers. And after bringing her to a couple of quick orgasms, it was her pussy that I initially slid my cock into. As I did so, I could finally see what had been making Aysegul cry out so much while I was busy licking Sevgi. Actually, all I could really see was the back of Sevgi’s head, because her face was buried in Aysegul’s pussy. But, the way her head was moving up and down and back and forth, it was easy to imagine what her tongue was doing to Aysegul. And it was easy to see what effect it was having on Aysegul, because of the look of ecstasy on her face and the constant moans she was making.

My stroking in and out of Sevgi’s pussy was having its effect too, since she was moaning almost as loud as she ate Aysegul. And those moans got louder once I started working my thumb into her asshole to open it up for my cock. Once Sevgi’s asshole loosened up, I didn’t waste much time before removing my thumb and slowly working my cock into that tight hole. That’s because between how tight Sevgi’s pussy got when she orgasmed, and watching what they were doing, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. And, as I had told Sevgi, and promised Aysegul, I intended to cum in Sevgi’s ass not her pussy. And it was a good thing I switched holes when I did, because less than 5 minutes later my balls let go and flooded Sevgi’s asshole with a gallon of hot sticky cream.

I kept stroking until my dick started going soft, to give the girls a chance to maybe have another orgasm. Then I pulled out of Sevgi’s ass and told her I wanted her to sit on Aysegul’s face so she could start licking while my sperm was still rus escort hot. Aysegul protested, saying I’d promised to fuck her ass too while she was doing that for the first time. I told her I’d keep my promise in a few minutes, as soon as Sevgi got me hard again. However, she should have already had enough orgasms to keep her licking until then. And, she could get herself ready at the same time with her fingers, because watching that would help me get harder quicker. Of course she pouted, but her pout was soon invisible as Sevgi lowered her ass down to Aysegul’s mouth. And, she must not have been as reluctant to lick Sevgi as she said she was, because Sevgi quickly started moaning as her tongue went to work.

Sevgi though was definitely reluctant to do what I wanted her to do, which was suck the cock that had just been in her ass. But I was able to convince her by reminding her that she’d said she wanted us to do everything Aysegul and I did, and this was something Aysegul did all the time. And, by telling her that I would be doing what Aysegul was doing to her when we were alone. So, if she wanted me to lick her clean after I fucked her ass, she had to be willing to do the same for me. She was still reluctant, but she slowly took my cock between her lips anyway. I guess she loved Aysegul’s tongue in her ass, and knowing I would do the same as long as she did this was too much for her to resist.

Of course, she was too rough, again because of her obviously limited experience with doing things to men. But a gentle reminder that men were as sensitive there as women were, was enough to get her to slow down and suck a little softer. Still, while she was good enough to get my dick hard again, I knew she’d need lots of practice before she was even as good as Aysegul. And, if this worked out, I planned to give her lots of practice. Especially the way she was doing it now, right after I’d fucked her in the ass. Speaking of ass fucking, I was now hard enough to keep my promise to Aysegul, and I slowly pulled away from Sevgi’s mouth. And surprisingly, Sevgi got a disappointed look on her face when I did. So I leaned down to kiss her, and told her she could do it some more later if she wanted.

That was another thing that had changed since we started, Sevgi’s hesitance to kiss me. Because once I slid into Aysegul’s ass and starting fucking it like I said I would, Sevgi actually leaned forward so we could kiss while I was doing it. And since my hands were free, I kept another promise I had made, the one to Sevgi’s tits that I’d be back to pay more attention to them. As I did, Sevgi broke our kiss to whisper the first sexy thing she’d said to me all night. That was to tell me she loved my hands on her tits and to ask again if they weren’t too small. I whispered back to her that they were just perfect because I liked them small. Still whispering, she asked if I liked hers better than Aysegul’s and I told her that Aysegul’s were too big for me and that I didn’t play with them very much. But, before she started thinking that I’d want to give Aysegul up, I told that I wouldn’t lie to her. I liked her tits better than Aysegul’s and I liked Aysegul’s ass better than hers. So, I planned to make love to both of them as often as I could.

Even though I thought I’d said the right thing, it was sort of the wrong thing in a way. Because she immediately seized on my words and turned them against me by asking if that meant I’d see her every week just like Aysegul. Thing is, I don’t think she realized she had me between a rock and a hard place. I mean, she could easily threaten to break our deal to get me to say yes to almost anything she wanted. But either she didn’t see that, or she did and wanted me to want it myself, instead of doing it because I had to. So, I could have easily told her we’d stick to the original deal for now and talk about more later. I didn’t though, because now that the scowl was gone from her face, she was a much prettier girl. And, the way she was asking made it clear that she would do almost anything for me if I said yes.

And that’s what I whispered in her ear, that we needed to talk about some things when we were alone. But, as long as she would do all the things Aysegul did, I’d be more than willing to see her just as often. Those things we needed to talk about were the parts about not doing anything to put my marriage at risk of course. Like constant messages, late night phone calls, or doing things at the gym that would give us away. However, I was sure she’d abide by those rules if it meant having a lover who actually wanted to be in her bed. There was another reason why I felt like saying yes to her, although I didn’t realize what that feeling was until later. It was the fact that Sevgi was a lot less selfish than Aysegul was in her lovemaking. The only things Sevgi had balked at were those she wasn’t used to, not those where she’d have to give the pleasure. I mean, how long had she been eating Aysegul’s pussy with nothing in return until now? Whereas Aysegul hadn’t even offered to return the favor and even when it was part of the deal needed me to be fucking her asshole before she’d do it. And, in the month we were fucking before this, she hadn’t offered to suck my cock until she needed me to agree to the deal that would get her the ass fucking she wanted.

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