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They seemed perfect. He was smitten with her at first exposure. She was immediately attracted to him. Their initial friendship took a long time to form, to gel into a relationship. When it did, they were truly soul-mates. Yet they broke up.

The break-up can best be ascribed to “sexual politics.” That term, coined in the late sixties as a by-product of the feminist movement that started on college campuses, is defined as: “The principles determining the relationship of the sexes; relations between the sexes regarded in terms of power.”

In other words, power in the bedroom.

This is their story.

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The start of this history begins at “the Big U.,” the largest and most prestigious university in the middle of the country. To find its equal in terms of size and academic prestige you would have to travel to the East 600 miles to the University of Pennsylvania or Westerly 2,000 miles to the large prominent schools in California. The Big U. had at the time just under 40,000 students: two colleges offering bachelor’s and graduate degrees in the Arts and Sciences (more than 20 majors); undergraduate and graduate schools in Engineering; and professional graduate schools in Law, Medicine, Business, Dentistry and Public Affairs.

The protagonists of this story met “cute.” It was early September, at a Thursday-night “mixer” or open house at the Big U., this particular social gathering a once-yearly event. Attendance was limited to the 800 students in the College of Medicine (85% male, 13% female, rest indifferent; tip of the hat to Thornton) and the 1,300 students enrolled in the graduate and undergraduate programs studying Social Work (95% female). The one group was hoping to achieve an M.D. degree, and go on to well-regarded and lucrative careers as healers. The other group was seeking a B.A. or M.S.W. degree and hoping to enter into the lowly-regarded and financially mediocre ranks of social workers. All were hoping to advance their social agendas by participating in the get-together, whether the goal be a soul-mate for a lifetime or merely a bed partner for the night.

Well, you can’t have a mixer without name tags, right? The blue name sticker pasted on one medical student’s shoulder read “Laurence.” Tall, sandy-haired, and with chiseled good looks, he was in his third year of the four-year program. The aspiring social workers’ red sticker just above the well-proportioned left boob read “Ma Duck.” She was a medium-height, brown-haired, well-scrubbed college junior, with virginal good looks. (Looks can be deceiving, but in this instance the appearance was pretty much the real thing.)

There they were within a few inches of each other, trying to tune out the hideous cover band and eyeing the festivities warily. They were sort of looking at each other over their room-temperature beers and sort of not. Laurence spoke first: “I’m willing to accept that you might be a mother,” he began, “even considering your youthful age and decidedly non-matronly appearance. But am I truly to believe that you are an ‘anas platyrynchos?'”

“And what is an ‘anas whatever-you-just-said’?” she replied.

“You know,” Laurence responded, “a mallard, a duck. The term whose pronunciation you just mangled is the genus for ducks.”

“Are you sure you’re not an aspiring veterinarian?

“Quite.” Laurence replied, “I’m just like Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine. Though I’m marginally less violent than him. Unless provoked.”

“Well, Mr. Show-off” she protested, “I am human, at least my physician has never expressed any doubts. My name tag shows an abbreviation: my real name is as follows: ‘Michelle’ is my given name, ‘Annabelle’ is my middle name, and my Polish surname is ‘Duczycki.’ Fairly hard to pronounce in English. So my friends have taken to calling me ‘Ma Duck.’ And keep your silver hammer at bay.”

“The explanation as your name does make perfect sense,” Laurence admitted. “But I may have to perform a hydro test on you to make sure you’re truly a homo sapiens.”

“I assure you I am completely hetero,” she countered and feigned rim shot. “And what, pray tell, is a hydro test?”

“You remove your sweater and bra, get down on all fours, and I pour water onto you to see if it rolls off your back,” Laurence answered, figuring he was going to learn very quickly if Ma Duck had a sense of humor or not.

“Suppose I’m not wearing a bra?” she challenged, quelling his concerns about her having a sense of humor.

“But you are,” Laurence responded. “You should realize that as part of my studies I have devoted myself to the close scrutiny of the female anatomy. Very close. It is, you should pardon the expression, hard work — though of course someone has to do it. At any rate, in my professional opinion, you cannot be as uplifted as you present without a support garment underneath. Well, I suppose I can allow for one caveat: if you’re not wearing a push-up bra then you’ve had helium implants.”

“Eeeew, gross,” she squealed. In a measured tone Escort bayan she continued, “For now why don’t you take my word for it and call me ‘Ma Duck.’ As for what I shall call you, ‘Laurence’ is much too stuffy for my tastes. So, given my name and your field of study, I think I shall call you ‘Quack.’ Unless you actually are a Veterinary student, in which event I won’t likely be calling you anything.”

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They became “buds,” nothing more. She called him a stick-in-the-mud, and he called her a wild woman; but over time and deep down they both came to realize (without expressing the thought to the other) how essentially compatible they were. Despite their affinity, Laurence would not allow a closer entanglement to occur: he was not a gifted student, and had to work very hard at his studies to get through.

Between coursework and required labs, Laurence put in 50 — 60 hours a week. Ma Duck’s academic demands were much less. She did not have a boyfriend, and she liked Laurence a lot (though she never expressed it to him, or basically even to herself, directly). So when he explained he did not want to divert his energies away from his studies and seek a close relationship she was willing to settle for the occasional movie or study date. A chaste kiss goodnight (no tongue) was as close as they got to intimacy.

Ma Duck wanted much more from him whom she referred to as “my Quack.” But she understood and fully appreciated his emphasis on studying and obtaining an M.D. degree. And she passed up all opportunities to see other male students and chose instead to engage in her limited relationship with him on an exclusive basis, as he too did in practice.

They had fun together, Laurence blowing off steam, Ma Duck content merely to enjoy his company without further expectation. (Of course she did hope that would change; but she never expressed that sentiment to him.) And they got along very well. Intellectually they were very well matched. He found she could satisfy him “up there,” that is between the ears. A determination as to her effectiveness “between the sheets” would have to wait to another day, he figured, if it came at all.

Ma Duck and Laurence had had a strong grounding in literature and the arts, both in secondary school and college. The two of them would throw quotes at each other from, and debate the ideas of, the great philosophers, authors and poets of Western literature they had had the good fortune to read:

Plato, Aristophenes;

Virgil (whom they’d each read in English translation and the original Latin);

Ovid;

Donne, Burns;

Shakespeare;

Flaubert, Dostoevsky;

Twain, Melville;

Longfellow, Frost;

Shaw, Wilde, Chesterton;

Sarte, Réage, Beauvois;

Hemingway, Fitzgerald;

Faulkner, Steinbeck;

Nabokov (who taught English at Cornell when Laurence was an undergraduate there);

(Margaret) Mitchell;

(Harper) Lee, (Charles) Frazier;

(Eugene) O’Neill, (Tennessee) Williams;

(Thornton) Wilder;

(J.D.) Salinger, Kerouac;

Roth, (Hunter S.) Thompson;

and even graphic authors such as (Philip K.) Dick and (R.) Crumb.

Once when a friend brought up Lolita (the novel, not the movie), Laurence and Ma Duck chimed in simultaneously and almost verbatim words to the effect of “did you know Nabokov is the only author with two number one best-selling novels written in two different languages.” At that point they realized how similar their interests and tastes in the arts ran.

Their interests also ran to American and French lyricists, but only a select few: Berlin, Hart, (Ira) Gershwin, (Jacques) Brel, Porter, Hammerstein. They could recite alternatively, line by line, the lyrics from various songbooks. They would debate the deeper meanings buried within the songs’ language. In this sense, they were Romantics.

Their shared appreciations ran to cinema: they doted on the French New Wave auteurs, such as Alain Resnais, André Bazin, Jean-Luc Godard, Jacques Demy, François Truffaut, Éric Rohmer, Claude Chabrol, Jacques Rivette, Agnès Varda. But they loved the American cinema classicists as well; Chaplin, Keaton, Griffith, Gish, Pickford, Sennett, Lubitsch, Marx Brothers, Welles, Capra, even Laurel & Hardy.

They could complete one another’s sentences. Once, at a party while temporarily separated in the crowd, someone from across the room drunkenly said something that struck a nerve in each of them. Their eyes sought out one another, and immediately they cocked their heads, raised them slowly upward and then suddenly thrust them sharply downward à la Laurel & Hardy. In perfect unison.

They shared an identical sense of humor. One’s sense of humor is based on contextual awareness (worldview) and intelligence. Theirs was a masterful match.

Their relationship flourished without the slightest expression of any terms of endearment on the part of either. She came close several times. He, never.

And Bayan Escort then one Friday night Laurence and Ma Duck ended up sleeping together. Sort of. They had found themselves in a unique pizza parlor in C-Town. This place offered a wide variety of pizzas, so long as you chose cheese and tomato; and a wide variety of alcoholic beverages, so long as your preference ran to Chianti served room temperature from bottles with bell-bottoms encased in straw; and a wide variety of music, if you dug a loud and raucous banjo band.

Laurence and Ma Duck partook of the pizza in moderation; and of the Chianti liberally. They sat as far from the bandstand as they could, so they could talk — well, not have to shout too loudly. And then they had some more Chianti. And more yet again. Their talking/shouting became giddy, interspersed with pointless giggles and broad smiles. And suddenly, when the band took a break, here was a wine-fueled Laurence bounding up onto the bandstand, sitting at the piano and launching into a spirited vocal rendition of the song “There’s a Kind of Hush (All Over the World Tonight),” the Herman’s Hermits standard.

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Laurence:

I played piano pretty well, and was still young enough that I could perform from memory. (When my brain fully matured, in my late 20’s, I lost that ability.) On the night in question I played a great arrangement that segued from B? Major to a bridge in D Major and then back again to the original key for the closing; employing a fairly sophisticated thematic structure for late 60’s rock and roll, Abbey Road notwithstanding.

The Herman’s Hermits version was sort of whimsical and straightforward with a lilting upbeat. (Much like the Beatles’ When I’m Sixty-Four, though more serious in tone.) My version of Hush was drunken, energetic and honky-tonk, almost driven; except for the conclusion: this I sang sweet and tenderly, in a dramatically-reduced tempo, like a crooner. I am far from a great singer, but it didn’t seem to matter a bit to me at the time. Nor to the audience — who hadn’t left — they seemed to enjoy it.

Ma Duck:

That night I saw a side of Quack I hadn’t seen previously: a young man who notwithstanding his stuffy name and often serious, sometimes dour, demeanor could let his hair down and enjoy himself. By the standards of the evening he performed well — no one in the audience jeered or threw anything at him — and after he sang the bridge

Now listen very carefully.

Move closer now

and you will see what I mean.

It isn’t a dream.

The only sound that you will hear

is when I whisper in your ear,

“I love you.”

Forever and ever

he prefaced the conclusion with a five-octave arpeggio, slowing the tempo to that of a love ballad, and turned his head to look straight at me in the audience. He finished the number with a soft croon:

There’s a kind of hush

all over the world tonight.

All over the world you can hear the sound

of lovers in love,

of lovers in love.

This he topped off with a little jazzy fillip as an afterthought, a famous jazzy phrase [D – vB? – vG – ^A? – vG – vF – vD? – ^D – ^F – vD – vB?] from Gershwin’s immortal Rhapsody in Blue.

It felt as if my Quack was whispering these final lines directly into my ear, exalting praises to the glory of love. I felt a tingle run up and down my spine. At that moment I knew I loved him. And I thought, well, maybe he felt for me that way about me, too. “In Chianti veritas,” no?

But when he surrendered the bandstand to the banjo boys and returned to the table, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about my newly-realized feelings. So I made light of his performance, saying, “Not so bad, Quack. But don’t give up your day job.”

Laurence:

I was flushed and animated after my song; and more than a little drunk. I realized I was in no condition to drive home, and given my student budget did not want to pay for a cab. My place was nearby — I had a decent apartment on the periphery of the North Campus — and so off we trounced slowly into the cold night air, arm-in-arm, both of us wondering, “What now?”

Ma Duck:

After arriving at Quack’s place, what followed next was far from romantic. As it turned out, we came nowhere near getting carried away. He explained that while he liked me “well enough” — ouch, that hurt — he knew I understood that he didn’t want to become “overly involved.” And “getting physical,” as he put it, would just “complicate things.” So he suggested that we sleep together in his double bed but, well, “just sleep.”

Laurence:

Well, I never claimed to be a Lothario. I had never led Ma Duck on: she knew that at that point in my life I did not want to have a girlfriend, with all that implied. I wanted to be just friends. I suggested we share the bed, but made it clear as tactfully as I could that we should not do anything “physically.” She agreed, half-heartedly. And in any event that’s how Escort it turned out.

I stripped down to my underwear.

Ma Duck:

“You’re right,” I agreed. “We wouldn’t want a new deeper element added to ruin our shallow friendship, right?” I don’t know if he knew I was being facetious or not. Or even if I had expressed it all that clearly. Our expressive and perceptive abilities had been purloined in great part by the liquid thief Bacchus had compelled us to pour into our mouths.

After Quack removed his shirt, slacks and shoes, I had a dilemma on my hands. My bra and panties that night were strictly utilitarian: nothing frilly or fancy or lacy, or Damn it, in any other manner sexy. (Had I known we would end up in his bed, you can bet I would have been “dressed for success.” I also would have shaved my legs.) I didn’t want Quack to see me in such pedestrian lingerie. Well, of course, I could have slept in my clothing. But that would have been so déclassé.

Bottom line: I told Quack I would reciprocate but would appreciate it if he would first turn the lights off. And that was how it went. I figured I would have to make sure to get up before him in the morning and get dressed right away.

Laurence:

I rolled slightly in bed to face Ma Duck and I kissed her goodnight. But unlike our previous kissing, all of a sudden there it was — tongue. Did she initiate this variation? Did I? Was it more or less mutual? I’m just not sure. (There’s the matter of the wine affecting my recall.) At any rate, we drifted off to sleep with my arm around her, neither my hands nor my tented boxers venturing into any territory that would earn the disapproval of my mom (or hers).

Ma Duck:

After a kiss more enlivened than usual, my hopes were aroused. But Quack let it go there. He didn’t even nibble on my ear or shoulder. And both are very presentable, thank you. I was disappointed. So what else was new?

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And so it went through their graduation three semesters later: friends, good friends, but nothing more. They never had “the talk,” they never discussed a future together. The unspoken expectation was that they would not have a future together. Certainly not, at the very least, unless one or the other broached the subject.

Laurence and Ma Duck received their degrees a day apart and afterwards celebrated together, with propriety. Nothing maudlin occurred on that occasion. Neither was able to summon expression as to the depth of feelings felt for the other. The thought of doing so occurred to them both, but each doubted the likelihood of any positive response from the other.

Ma Duck went home to live with her folks an hour away in Farmington Hills, a suburb of the motor city. She managed to escape social work, taking a dubious entry-level job at the Detroit Zoo, where she wrote a newsletter and worked in public relations. Dr. Laurence (née Quack), returned home to Boston to begin a lengthy residency as an orthopod (bone surgeon) at Mass General. He and Ma Duck promised to keep in touch. But they didn’t really: a cursory phone call every two or three weeks was the extent of their expressed interest. This was the mid-seventies, and long distance was expensive — the equivalent of about $1.20 a minute in today’s dollars. They exchanged no snail mail, not even cards — and e-Mail hadn’t been invented yet.

In short order Laurence acquired a girlfriend, Zita. He had known her in High School as a vivacious and cheerful girl, a year younger and a hanger-on in his extended group. She had since become a single mother of rather easy virtue. Her current accessibility would put to shame fish in barrels.

Meanwhile Ma Duck had an older brother who helped out by fixing her up with friends of his from time to time; she went rapidly downhill from that point all on her own. So in the months immediately following her graduation, she went through a series of short-term and sometimes abusive relationships grounded in sex and hardly any pretense of anything more. Ma Duck truthfully hinted to Laurence that these were physically intimate but essentially uncaring involvements.

Laurence in turn told her virtually nothing about Zita except that she was a single mother he had known for years and that he was just “marking time” with her. From the context she assumed, accurately, that theirs was a sexual relationship.

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Laurence:

Friends told me that a girl I knew in Brookline High School, Zita, was now a single mother listed in the phone book as “Sullivan Z.” A year younger than me, she was a gregarious pixie-like girl in high school with lots of friends, but (so far as anyone knew at the time) no boyfriend.

Zita had moved out of her folks’ home suddenly and quite soon following her high school graduation. This occurred in a more judgmental era culturally, when her second-generation Irish parents learned some unpleasant facts. These were that (a) their daughter, who had not even dated in high school, was now quite the party girl; and had, (b) become pregnant; and, as if it couldn’t get any worse, (c) the father was Black. This development, in particular the interracial aspect, proved to be just too much for her conservative parents to process.

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You’re the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You’re all I want, my fantasy

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It was almost as if Constance was waiting for me.

That’s because she was.

I asked her to surprise me with a re-enactment of one of her spectacular modeling photos; she could choose which one, and where. That would be her surprise. Then I would take it from there.

I had surprises for her as well.

Connie had chosen wisely. She had chosen her former avatar photo, the one where she sat on a tree stump in a sheer pair of ebony lace panties, legs spread, inviting attention to the hallowed, sacred fertile ground that would be the ultimate destination for our fantasy today.

I approached her from behind, my picnic basket full of her favorites, cokes (the legal kind) and chocolates, and slipped a silk scarf over her azure blue eyes. She shivered slightly as the light turned to darkness behind the impromptu blindfold. “It’s Donna Karan,” I whispered as I nibbled on the nape of her neck, brushing her platinum hair away.

“You models are all such high-maintenance, only the best for you.” It was our little inside joke, disparaging the behavior of far too many models within the industry and their incessant demands.

She opened her mouth, but I held a fingertip to her lips. “Don’t speak. Just enjoy.” In the next motion, I eased the headphones of an Ipod over her ears with the Def Leppard track on it, “Photograph”.

If she could only hear, Connie would have heard the sound of my zipper being lowered and the soft ‘plop’ of my shorts as they fell to the ground. Instead, with her tactile senses of hearing and speech and sight temporarily rendered moot, Constance would have to rely on more sensual sensations, such as touch and taste and smell.

I straddled the stump behind her and began to rub my already turgid cock along the back of her neck, gently raising her hair and softly whapping it in a rhythmic fashion on her alabaster skin. Instinctively, her head swiveled to turn towards the cock, like a moth to a flame. She could feel the thickness, she could only imagine the length, but already Connie had felt nothing quite like this steel-hard penis.

I stopped her head in mid-turn with a gentle push on the back of her skull, assuring that she could only turn forty-five degrees. She began to moan almost inaudibly as I grabbed my shaft between my fist and started to rub it along her temple first, and then her cheek, and then finally, dangling oh so tantalizingly close to her mouth, which opened unconsciously like a tiny bird’s waiting to be fed, I rubbed my dick against her the side of her chin.

Like a puppeteer, in complete control of the bobbing head, I again returned her head to face away from me, and I lowered the opened vest off of her shoulders, exposing her perfect D-cup breasts.

With two hands, I cupped and massaged and kneaded her soft yet surprisingly firm globes as Connie began to rock back and forth on her stump. I leaned in while caressing her tits, whose nipples rose in response to my administrations, and I began to softly hump her with my now impossibly hard cock, effectively dry-humping her between the shoulder blades, finding a new erogenous spot on her body.

No one had ever fucked her back before, she smiled to herself, feeling the puddle of moisture now begin to cascade down Escort bayan the folds of her still panty-covered pussy.

Her nipples felt as if they would combust and explode as I mashed her tits together and sat down on the stump behind her, my cock now grinding into the small of her back, just above her sublime ass cheeks.

Again, I whispered softly in her ear, “So tall, so slender…but yet..your breasts…..” I pinched each nipple at once, pulling them away from her body, perhaps an inch and a half. “…Your breasts are incredible. Just waiting to be sucked. Would you like me to suck your breasts, Connie? Would you like to me to make love to them with my mouth?” She nodded, groaning loudly.

I rose and stood, walking around to the front of her, still fondling those wonderfully shaped and textured breasts. “No, I’ve changed my mind. I think I want to fuck your tits first. Would you like to feel my big cock on your lovely tits, Constance?”

I didn’t wait for a response. I already knew the answer. I could put my cock anywhere in her or on her at this point. She was mine, she had surrendered mind and body.

Connie willingly assisted the efforts, pressing her full breasts together and wrapping them around my cock. Though blindfolded, which exacerbated the intense eroticism of the moment, she could still feel the small drops of pre-cum dripping onto her nipples. I lifted a finger to her mouth, and she immediately sucked first one, then another, and then quickly a third finger into her lips, sucking on them as she would a throbbing cock, with hunger, with enthusiasm.

With complete lust.

As she tit-fucked my thick cock and suckled on my fingers, I reached around her head and peeled off the blindfold. Her ocean-blue eyes blinked in the sudden sunlight, but she never stopped rocking on my dick nor sucking on my digits.

We looked into each others’ eyes for the first time, and her mouth began to unconsciously descend downward as she caught sight of my member between her globes. I clamped on with my hands, still on the scarf, and feigned that I was going to guide her beautiful face towards the object of her desire, to be engulfed within her waiting and needy mouth.

But instead, I released my hold on her head and bent down to kiss her, replacing my tongue where my cock longed to be, deep within her lips. Our kissing immediately escalated the already torrid outdoor exchange, and we both virtually panted. The chemistry in the kissing was like an oral inferno.

It is undeniably true, kissing is still the most intimate act, the precursor of all carnal explorations to come.

Reluctantly, I moved my mouth from hers and began a slow descent down Connie’s slim neck, nibbling and licking southward, onto her collarbone, and then finally, my lips wrapped around each breast with ardor, no pretense of teasing now. I looked up and watched in glee as her head leaned back and she closed her eyes to absorb the pleasure that my mouth, lips, tongue, hands, and fingers were providing to her fabulous full tits.

Even then, I did not stop after several long, leisurely minutes of tit-sucking. Connie’s own hands now served as guides as my head traversed down onto her taut, flat tummy, and I made love to each of the beauty birthmarks that adored her tanned stomach, tracing small circles around each one. I made notice that Connie’s legs had now parted imperceptibly as she still sat prone on the wide Bayan Escort tree stump, and my one hand lowered between her toned thighs, running my fingertips over the silk fabric of her panties.

I felt the heat radiate palpably from beneath the sheer fabric, and her stomach rippled in anticipation of what was to come. Connie’s athletically lean and long muscles trembled slightly as I ran my tongue along the almost invisible light blonde hairs that sprinkled her inner thighs. Looking up, I saw that Connie’s eyes now blazed into my own. It was an unspoken affirmation of what I was about to do.

While still looking at her face, I eased a finger under the hemline that covered her pussy and eased it to one side. Connie gasped as the humid breeze wafted over her now exposed pussy, her crystal-blue eyes now small slits. I snaked the index finger of my left hand along the creases of her bright salmon-hued labia while lifting her left leg over my right shoulder.

Her high-heeled shoe dug into my back and I began to softly explore her slit, dripping small streams of her nectar down onto the tree stump. With two hands now, I pulled apart her folds perhaps two or three inches apart as she moved her right leg farther apart, allowing me unfettered access.

I pursed my lips together and began to suck on the spongy lips of her outer labia, while sliding another finger into her sopping gash. She grabbed the back of my head and whimpered almost inaudibly as my tongue licked ever so softly over the bottom of the swollen hood of her clit.

Her taste was unlike any I had ever enjoyed. Clean, fresh, with just the hint of musk that accompanies the discharge of the stream of sexual fluids just before a woman ejaculates. Connie was on the brink, teetering on the edge of orgasm, I could take her over the precipice any time I so desired.

And I so desired.

My lips wrapped around the engorged hood and I took the little ivory nub in my mouth as two fingers snaked upward and caressed the tender mass of flesh that was her g-spot. Her cunt opened like a blossoming flower and a burst of sweet pepperminty cum shot into my mouth, coating my chin as it dripped down from my lips, such was the force of her release. The long leg that was splayed over my shoulder began to pulse and kick violently in an involuntary reflex.

As the beautiful model came powerfully, I licked her clit more urgently and watched as her stomach muscles rippled, having the same effect as tiny pebbles being skimmed across the surface of a small pond. My fingers dipped deeply into her steamy slit, almost reaching the top walls perhaps six inches within her hot cunt, and her kegel muscles gripped my invading digits in a vice-like grip. Connie came again, immediately succeeding the first blast.

This one was even more pronounced, and her wails echoed through the forest behind us. We were now lost in nature as she lost all control.

While still in the throes of her climax, I rose from my knees and simultaneously picked her up so that our bodies mashed against each others. I felt her firm tits press against my chest as she gasped, emitting words for the first time, breaking the unspoken rules by doing so.

“Oh my God, fuck me! Please, oh God, please fuck me. Now!”

Wanting to comply, with a mighty yank, I grabbed her panties at the hip, and they virtually disintegrated. So much for props.

I grabbed her tight buttocks and raised Escort that same leg that was just punishing my back and we began to kiss passionately as I eased my length into her steaming, needy slit. She was so wet that I filled her completely within several long deep strokes.

Each time I withdrew from my urgent thrusts, I was careful not to extract my cock from her tight cunt. The fit was perfect. Connie groaned and moaned incoherent curses into my mouth as we animatedly kissed and fucked, fucked and kissed, two wild, rabid animals now alone in the field.

With my hands still holding onto her ass to brace our balance, I pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and began to rim her the outline of her anus with the middle finger of the other. Her eyes opened wide as she prepared for an anal insertion of my fingers, but I had other plans, for now at least.

While never releasing her tight cunt that was now wrapped around my cock like Saran Wrap, I shuffled across the mulch beneath my feet and sat down on the tree stump, turning Connie around so that she could ride on top of me, reverse-cowgirl-style.

Connie, too, never broke stride, rocking up and down on my cock which now whacked against her cervix in this new position which permitted deeper penetration. Her ass slapped down on my own stomach as I reached around her and once more played with her clit, and her own hands tugged on her wildly bouncing breasts.

I maneuvered my legs so that I could wrap her calves under mine, so that our legs interlocked in a pretzel configuration, so that Connie’s body was now fully suspended in mid-air.

She had nowhere to land except with her pussy being impaled by seven inches of titanium-like cock, again and again and again, harder, frantic, her sensational body now fully enveloped in bliss, being willingly assaulted by a long, thick dick reaching heretofore spots within her, and then…………………

My cum shot like a riptide as it was buried seven inches deep into Connie’s sweetly battered pussy. She felt a rush of warm, thick fluid and the surreal throbbing of a dick releasing its appreciation of her beauty, five, six, seven spurts of hot semen, and her own body collapsed in her own ecstasy, one small orgasm after another pursing through her thoroughly sated body.

I reluctantly lifted her off of me, and her lips parted from my cock with a squishy “pop”. I turned her to face me and I saw the stream of my cum and her juices flowing from her swollen slit in a milky stream.

I stood and our bodies melted together one last time, heaving, perspiration-covered, the air heavy with the aroma of hot, torrid sex that we had just shared. I half expected the wildlife peering through the trees to put down their popcorn and break into spontaneous applause. “Now THAT’s how to fuck,” I could almost hear the bunnies saying enviously.

I wiped the golden hair away from her sweaty brow, and tenderly kissed Connie’s forehead.

“Does that answer your question about what my intentions were, Constance? Now, how about a picnic? Naked.”

Silent once again, Connie’s eyes lit up. She squatted before me and took my still twitching cock in her two hands, peering at it lovingly, cupping my balls with one manicured hand and stroking me with her long fingers with the other. She lifted my cock toward my belly button and began to lick my testicles and shaft, still saturated with her own juices.

“The picnic can wait just a bit,” she said, quickly masturbating me back to glory with two those talented hands.

“I have my own intentions. I haven’t sucked this magnificent cock yet.”

We never had that picnic. See, some models are very easy to work with.

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Dinner was over, thank goodness. It had been for about 30 minutes, which is just about the minimum amount of time you had to socialize afterwards before you could excuse yourself without drawing any attention to yourself.

Conventions were nice for a variety of reasons. In the first place, they got me out of town for a few days. Second, I could always spend some time in the hotel room away from the regular pressures of day-to-day life and just detour from things in general. And, I got to see some old and new faces, good or bad they were at least different from the regular crowd at the high school.

I’ve only been teaching high school math for 2 years but already was starting to settle into a routine and had discovered which conversations to include myself in or excuse myself from.

Lisa, a science teacher and the only other attendee to the convention from our school, had been standing next to me at the after dinner reception for the last 10 minutes. Since she seemed to be enjoying herself, I figured I could tell her I was leaving to go back to the hotel and she would be willing to cover for me. It was only two blocks and the night was still warm so I was looking forward to the walk as wind down time.

I should tell you that Lisa is a pretty but typical teacher. She dresses conservatively at school so as not to attract attention (especially from the teen age boys) and keeps her conversations in neutral topics. She’s not quite completely vanilla but you’d have a hard time locking onto one trait that would make you seek her out for company. Of the figure she does reveal, it has always been full but lean, topped off with a short blonde hair style that kind of came out of the 60’s. You know, the one where you comb it down and curl it in with the angled bangs in front? On anyone else it would be old but for some reason it worked for her.

This was the first night that I had seen Lisa in anything that could be considered formfitting attire. Still it was just a simple blue, sleeveless dress with a moderate neckline and came down to her knees. The matching blue shoes and gold jewelry made for a nice but conservative outfit. You’d really have to stretch to catch a glimpse of any bare skin but you could see she had a nice set of round hips and enough of a bust to fill out the front of her dress.

At a pause in her conversation with another of the dinner guests I leaned in to her ear and made her aware of my plans.

“Lisa,” I said, “I’m going to sneak out of here and go back to the hotel. I’ve had enough mingling for one day. Can you cover for me in case anyone comes looking for me?”

Lisa half looked at me and half looked at the crowd while responding to me. “You took the words out of my mouth, Tom. What do you think the chances are we can both escape at the same time? My feet are killing me!”

“Let’s go now while the gettin’s good,” I said. “Otherwise we could be here all night.”

“I’m right behind you,” she said.

So Lisa and I both walked toward the doors to the hall, casually leaving our half full drink glasses on one of the dinner tables on the way out.

“Do you have a coat or purse you have to get from the check area?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I left all that in my room so I wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Smart thinking,” I said.

We exited the convention center and began to walk leisurely back to the hotel, making small talk as we went and careful not to talk about our local school politics. Seemed we both liked the chance to get away from home mentally for a while.

“So, it’s only 10 pm,” said Lisa. “You can’t tell me you are really going to your room for the rest of the night. You must have some other secret entertainment plans in the works, right?”

“Actually, Lisa, I do plan on going to my room and doing some SportsCenter Camping,” I said.

“SportsCenter Camping? What in the world is that,” she asked. At this point I’m sure she thought I was pulling her leg but it’s really what I had in mind.

“It’s where I go to my room, order up a couple of drinks from room service, get naked and watch SportsCenter on ESPN til I go to sleep.”

Lisa started laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding!” she said. “That sounds more like something a teenage boy would do, not someone your age. You’re not planning on going out somewhere to party?”

I wasn’t sure if I had the reputation of being a partier or if she was just fishing for more information on what I was REALLY going to do for the rest of the evening. I didn’t much worry about it, though, as she seemed pretty genuinely interested for no reason other than being interested.

“Nope,” I told her. “It’s a great way to unwind and just totally relax with no one around to bother you or complain about your clothes on the floor or your burpin’ or nuthin’.” It was kind of nice to be involved in a lighthearted conversation with her for a change. This comment drew a slight chuckle from her. I felt like she might be starting to loosen up a bit.

“What are you planning on doing for Escort bayan the rest of the evening?”

“Well the first order of business is to get out of this outfit and into some jeans. Then I really didn’t have much planned,” she said.

I wasn’t sure if that was an opening for me or not but I thought, what the hell? Might as well indirectly proposition her and have some fun. She won’t take me up on anything anyway, but it will be fun to try and make her blush.

“Well,” I said, “why don’t you change and come to my room. I’ll order you a couple of drinks and you can go camping with me.”

Lisa nervously giggled. “Yeah, right, just what us girls like to do. Hang out naked, drink and watch cable sports. Oh my!”

We kept walking down the block and it was then that I realized her response wasn’t a “yes”, but it also wasn’t a “no”. Maybe if I worked this just a bit the evening could get much more interesting.

“So it must be the sports that turned you off on the idea, huh? I know you drink because I saw you at the dinner. And I’m also going to guess you get naked once in a while to shower and change clothes. So it must’ve been watching sports that killed the idea, huh?”

Lisa sort of half looked at me while she walked. “Actually I like sports, even on TV. And like you said, I do drink—socially of course. I’m just not so sure about the ‘get naked’ idea with you.”

Then she caught herself.

“Don’t get me wrong–you’re an attractive man. It’s just that we don’t know each other all that well and it might not be too relaxing, it being our first evening out together, away from the school.”

By this time we were only about 50 yards from the entrance to the hotel. I decided I had one more chance to make this offer more appealing or we’d be in the hotel lobby and I’d never get her up to my room. Based on our conversation so far, I felt my chances were more than 50-50 now, so why not?

“I tell you what,” I said. “Change into your jeans, come up to my room and we’ll start by having a drink. Then, if you start to feel comfortable, we’ll lose a shirt or something and get more into the camping phase. If you want to stop with just the drink and sports, then that’s cool, too. At least we get the chance to visit and get a little sports in as well.”

By now we reached the front doors of the lobby and Lisa spoke briefly to the doorman and hotel clerk but not to me. Not until we were in the elevator.

“OK, what room are you in?” she asked.

“1541. Out the elevators, go left, end of the hallway.”

“OK, I’ll stop by for the drink and we’ll see about the “camping” idea. Give me about 10 minutes to change and freshen up.”

“Fair enough. What are you drinking?”

“Get me two glasses of white wine, large,” she said.

“White wine it is.” At that point the doors to the 8th floor opened up and Lisa walked out of the elevator.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she said, “See you in 10!”

Finally this conference was getting interesting! I had no real idea what Lisa even looked like under all that conservative frumpy wear but maybe the jeans would show something more. At worst, I would get to banter and tease with a female tonight. She did have a nice sway to her hips as she walked away from me but who knows what was under there.

I ordered a bottle of white wine for her instead of the glasses. This way it would stay cold longer. For me, it was three bourbon and sevens, heavy ice. Why they supplied the room with snacks but no wet bar was beyond me. Maybe they felt they made more money if you had to use room service for alcohol.

After tidying up the room a little, I decided to get into my jeans also and a Polo shirt. No reason for me to stay in my dress clothes, was there?

Ten minutes came and went. At first I thought she may have decided against coming but then women always take longer to change than they say it will. So I decided not to worry until I hit the 20 minute mark. I turned on SportsCenter, fluffed the bed pillows and planted myself for the wait.

Two minutes later I heard a shy knock on the door. While walking to the door I called out, “Just a minute.”

Opening the door I was pleasantly surprised. There stood Lisa in a white, spaghetti strapped tank top that showed off an elegant neck line, a full bust line and trim waist. Naturally I tried to see if she was wearing a bra but didn’t want my eyes to linger there for too long or I’d scare her off.

Her jeans were lightly worn Levi’s that showed off her full hips and long legs. It was refreshing to not see some bullshit designer label It really made her look more casual and relaxed.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “Some kids pushed all the buttons on the elevator and I got the scenic view of the hotel on the way.”

“Not a problem,” I said. “Come on in and pour yourself a glass of wine. I got the bottle just so it would stay cold longer.”

“Oh really. Not because you wanted to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” She said half joking over Bayan Escort her shoulder as she walked to the table. “Nice shirt.”

“Well, the thought did cross my mind,” I said. “But I thought I’d at least start out the evening being a gentleman. And thanks–it’s one of my favorite shirts.”

Closing the door I had a better chance to check out Lisa’s figure. There was a nice jiggle to her breasts as she walked past me. But the most pleasant surprise was her ass! Round and firm, it was candy for the eyes to watch it move as she walked across the room. I could already imagine her on the bed, doggie style and me hanging on to those hips as I fucked her….

“What are you drinking?” Lisa asked.

“Bourbon and seven,” I replied.

“The hard stuff, huh?”

“Well, I drink what I enjoy and not a lot,” I said. “Grab your wine and make yourself comfortable on the bed. Or you can take the desk chair if the bed is a little too friendly for you. SportsCenter is just starting.”

“The bed is fine,” Lisa said. “Besides it looks like you got more pillows than me in my room so it should be pretty easy for both of us to get comfortable.”

Lisa laid down on the bed and propped herself up with the pillows in prime position to watch TV. I did the same and soon we were drinking and visiting like old friends about sports and our sports heroes.

After getting up and refilling our drinks, I settled back on the bed to continue watching the show when Lisa spoke up.

“So when do you usually get into the ‘camping’ part of the evening? Or have you changed your plans just because I came over?”

“Well,” I said,” when I’m alone I usually get naked right away. Since you’re here, I thought I’d wait and see if you developed an interest in joining me. After all, it wouldn’t be right if I was naked and you weren’t.”

“What’s wrong with you being naked and me dressed?” she said, joking again. “All right, all right. I think I’d like to try the ‘camping’ thing but I’m not sure about getting totally naked just yet.”

“So how about we ease into the idea?” I suggested. “How about we each take a piece of clothing off every few minutes until we are either naked or one of us says ‘stop’?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Lisa said. “Can I trust you to ‘stop’ when I say so?”

“Absolutely! This evening is about having fun and relaxing, not being uncomfortable. You say ‘stop’ and we ‘stop’, no questions.

Lisa was quiet for a moment, watched the TV and sipped her wine. Then she made her decision.

“OK, I’m willing to try it. How do we get started?”

“Since you are the guest this evening, I’ll let you decide,” I said. “You decide what we should both take off first, and I’ll follow along. Then, when you say you are ready to take off another piece, we’ll take off another piece.”

“And what happens when we are totally naked?” asked Lisa, as she took another sip of her wine.

At this point I decided not to tell her that my honest answer was I would love to fuck her brains out for the next 3 hours. I knew that would probably not prolong the evening. So I came up with something a little more gentlemanly.

“We can do whatever you want. ‘Camping’ is just hanging out. If you feel like doing more at that point, we can talk about it. If you feel like just hanging out and watching TV, that’s cool too.”

“OK,” she said starting to get into a sitting position on the bed, “I guess we should take our shirts off first.”

“Works for me,” I said. “But we can make this a little more interesting if you’d like.”

“How’s that?” Lisa asked, suddenly thinking the rules were being changed on her.

“Well, instead of each of us removing our own piece of clothing, we can have the other person do it for us. It would add just a little more spice to the process if you’re interested.”

Lisa gave it some thought. The idea obviously intrigued her but her hesitation said she was not ready.

“How about we do the first one ourselves? Then maybe we can do each other on the next one?” She said.

“Sounds great to me. Just drop your shirt wherever you want or there are hangers in the closet if you want to hang it up.”

Lisa smiled and relaxed and reached for the bottom of her tank top. At that point she paused, though. She wasn’t going one step further until she saw I was serious about removing my shirt also.

So, I grabbed the collar of my shirt and casually pulled it over my head, smoothing out my hair once it was off. I then folded it in half and tossed it on the chair.

Looking back at Lisa I saw she was halfway through pulling her tank top over her head. She was just then pulling the garment past her breasts and over her head. It was obvious now she wasn’t wearing a bra.

My eyes almost dropped out of my head when I saw her breasts! Perfect, full conical shapes with an elevated nipple on top. The nipples were large and hard and standing up nicely but not enough to look like erasers. The moved gently while she finished removing her top but Escort were firm and had no sag in them yet.

Her skin was lightly browned but it was obvious she didn’t get much time in tanning. Her stomach was flat and led to a trim waistline.

Lisa casually tossed her top over mine on the chair and then settled back into her sitting position on the bed. She tried to look relaxed but was obviously getting as excited as me, sitting there half nude watching TV.

“Now what do we do?” She asked, half nervous.

“We just watch sports,” I said, as casually as possible. “How’s your drink—more wine?”

“Yes, please.”

I was hoping she would say that. Sometimes something as simple as getting a drink refill can really lighten up a tense spot. And Lisa couldn’t decide if she was tense or getting excited.

I got up, refilled her drink and got my second one from the tray. I turned to walk back to the bed with her drink and did my best not to stare at her tits. Fortunately she was still focused on the tube so I got a good look in before setting down her drink. Just as I set it down, I heard her say thanks. As I looked at her to tell her she was welcome, I saw Lisa’s eyes staring right at the bulge in my jeans. Obviously she wanted to see if I was getting turned on, too.

It was pretty obvious my dick was getting harder by the minute. The bulge in my jeans proved that. It was just a good thing I kept my jockeys on when I changed into my jeans. They at least minimized the bulge until I wanted to reveal things. Not that I’m built like a horse or anything. But I do have a nice 7″ cock with a sweet mushroom head. It just makes it more fun when you can control the “unveiling”.

I returned to my place on the bed and watching Sports Center. Gradually the conversation loosened up again and pretty soon we were both behaving just like before our shirts were gone. The booze certainly didn’t hurt the situation but it was obvious Lisa was beginning to relax and enjoy herself.

The topic of baseball came up on the tube and Lisa and I started getting into a good discussion about what and who we liked and didn’t like in the sport. To emphasize a point, Lisa set her wine glass down and turned on her side so she was facing me. I did the same and soon we were looking right at each other, holding out discussion.

We started out keeping our eyes fixed on each other but I couldn’t resist staring at her breasts periodically, just challenging myself to get her nipples standing out as much as possible.

My change of view must have been apparent, as Lisa started checking out my chest in return and then my crotch. We continued this conversation for about 15 minutes, all the while feeding the hunger in each other’s eyes with the views of our half-clad bodies.

After a short lull in the conversation, Lisa asked, “Is it getting hot in here to you?”

Actually, with the exception of a very hard cock being restrained by my pants, I was very comfortable. However, I saw the opening so I thought I should take it.

“It is getting a bit warm in here,” I said. “Maybe we should take another piece of clothing off?”

Lisa smiled and started to giggle. “I wondered how long you would wait before you suggested that.” She paused, then looked at me and said, “OK, I guess the pants are next huh?”

“Yup,” I said and started to reach for the top button on my jeans.

“Wait!” She said. “Want to make it more interesting?”

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“I thought we would try your idea, you know what you said before. Where we each take off each others piece of clothing,” she said.

“All right. Did you want to go first or do you want me to go first?”

“Why don’t you go first,” she said. “Then I’ll have a better idea of what to do. After all, this is ‘camping’ by your rules.”

“Ok, slide on down to the edge of the bed and we’ll get those pants of yours out of the way,” I said as lightheartedly as possible.

Lisa and I both moved to a sitting position on the edge of the bed with our legs were hanging off the end, sort of like when you are getting ready to put your shoes on before leaving the room. I started to stand up and Lisa grabbed me gently by the arm, indicating she wanted me to stay seated. I turned to look at her to ask her what she needed and found her just staring at me.

We looked at each other for a moment and then she put both arms around my neck and reached in to kiss me. First it was just a simple peck on the lips, followed by another and then another.

Then she backed away and whispered to me, “I just wanted to let you know I’m having a nice time ‘camping’ so far.”

“That makes me very happy,” I said.

Then she pulled me even closer with her arms and started French kissing me, shoving her tongue into my mouth as far as it would go. I thought I was in heaven!

As we continued the kiss, I gently placed my hands on the sides of her waist and started stroking her body up and down. Her light moans told me I was doing fine and it was safe to go further.

I slowly edged my hands up to her tits, lightly brushing her nipples with my palms. This Lisa let me do for about a minute before breaking off my kiss and backing away. I let my hands fall back down to her waist.

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About a week after I gave my virginity to my best friend’s older brother Jason, I sat in my living room thinking over our relationship. After we fucked in Jason’s backyard he convinced me to call my Mom and tell her that I was going to spend the night with Gail. Since Gail and her mother weren’t due back until late Jason and I could spend the night together in his bedroom in the basement of their house and no one would catch us. That night the two of us talked about our ‘relationship’. Jason had a girlfriend, and even if he didn’t we both knew that it would damage my friendship with his sister, Gail, if I started dating him. We decided to just have sex with each other whenever we had the opportunity.

The problem was the opportunity wasn’t coming enough for me. Jason had a job and it seemed that whenever he wasn’t working Gail was home at his house or my parents were home. We had sex a couple of times in his car but I didn’t like the small uncomfortable space. I was completely frustrated. My body seemed to be constantly demanding sex. I tried masturbating but I was new at it and not very good. I always just ended up making myself more frustrated that ever. I knew that if I took the time and practiced I would get better…but it was driving me crazy in the meantime.

As I sat in my living room contemplating whether or not I would make another attempt at masturbation the doorbell rang. I jumped up and ran to the door, hoping that it would be Jason. Instead I found a guy named Andy Bailey at the door. He was a grade ahead of me in school. I knew him, but not well enough for him to be paying me an unexpected visit. In fact he had never been to my house before and I was a little shocked to find him there. He asked me if he could come in and talk to me and I led him into the living room. He sat down on the couch and I sat in a chair.

“How’s your summer going?” he asked.

“Not bad,” I answered.

“From what I understand it seems to be going pretty well,” he said, giving me a knowing look.

I was confused, I knew that Jason wouldn’t be gossiping about the two of us… “What do you mean?”

He reached into his backpack, pulled out a picture and handed it to me without a word. I took the picture and looked at it. It was a picture of Jason and I in his pool on the afternoon that we had sex. I was standing in the shallow end of the pool and I still had my bikini on… But if he had this he probably had more pictures. “Where did you get this?!” I demanded.

“I took it, photography’s a hobby of mine. And I developed it myself too, so you don’t have to worry about anyone else seeing them,” Andy explained, still looking at me intently.

Suddenly I remember that Andy lived directly behind Jason and Gail. I looked back down at the picture, it was obviously taken with a zoom lens, it looked very close-up. “You have more…”

“Of course I do.” Andy started taking pictures out of his bag and spreading them Escort bayan out on the coffee table. There were so many of them! Pictures of Jason and I playing in the pool nude, pictures of me lying on the beachtowel in the grass…Jason fingering my pussy, Jason’s head between my legs, Jason fucking me, Jason’s penis shooting cum all over my stomach and breasts. I looked at the pictures in awe. I was angry and a little scared but seeing myself in the pictures was also turning me on.

“So what do you want?” I asked, trying to gain control of my emotions.

“I think you know what I want,” Andy said. “And if you give me any trouble I can always send these to your parents.”

I took a deep breath, sat back in the chair and covered my face with my hands. I wasn’t really that upset, I just didn’t want Andy to be able to see my face while I thought about the situation. First of all, I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that all I had to do was tell Jason and he’d make Andy stay away from me. And if that failed, I could always tell my parents. They’d be furious that I had had sex but they would still protect me. But was that what I wanted? Andy was goodlooking, the quiet, shy type (although he didn’t seem very shy presenting those pictures to me!) and I wanted to have sex! Jason just didn’t have enough time to spare for me. I decided that I would give Andy a try and if things didn’t go well I could always put an end to this blackmail thing easily.

I took a deep breath and uncovered my face. I tried to act upset and scared, I didn’t want Andy to know that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I wanted to see where this ‘blackmail’ thing would go. “Do you have the negatives?”

“Yeah,” he pulled an envelope out of his backpack and handed it to me. I looked inside and saw the negatives.

“Well, I…well, we could…we could do it now and you could give me the negatives. That way I know you won’t keep making copies of the pictures. And then…we can work out how I can get the other pictures later,” I knew that he probably had more copies of the pictures at home anyway.

He agreed and packed the pictures back up and put them away. I stood up really feeling a little nervous since I didn’t know quite what to expect and led him upstairs to my bedroom. He went and sat down at my desk and I looked at him. He really was nice looking, with light brown hair and green eyes. He was very tall and on the thin side. His body certainly wasn’t as nice as Jason’s…I was curious to know what he would be like in bed. He looked back at me for a few minutes and then told me to take my clothes off.

My heart started to pound. Whenever I had sex with Jason it was like being hit by a tornado, I never had time to think about what we were doing, I just responded. But this…it seemed so businesslike. I slowly reached up and removed my t-shirt. I didn’t have a bra on and my breasts fell free of my shirt, my nipples half-hard from my Bayan Escort nervous excitement. I looked at Andy but he was just sitting there watching me quietly. I unfastened my shorts and took them off, then removed my panties. I stood there for a few minutes and then Andy told me to lay down on the bed.

I lay down and he walked over to the bed. His hand cupped each of my breasts as if gauging their weight and his thumb brushed each of my nipples to test their response. His hand moved down and his fingers slid through my pussy hair. “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

I was taken aback by the question, “It’s down…down the hall to your left.”

“Come on then.” He gestured for me to follow him and we walked to the bathroom. Did he want to have sex in the shower? We entered the bathroom and he told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. I sat down, feeling the coolness of the tub against my naked ass. I watched as Andy rummaged through our medecine cabinet and took out scissors, shaving cream and a couple of new razors.

I started to ask what he was doing but he wasn’t paying any attention. He ran some water in the bathtub and then knelt down in front of me and spread my legs. I realized that he was going to shave my pussy and a shiver ran through me. I was really shocked and afraid, what if he cut me? He began to clip my bush and watched him breathlessly. I was afraid to tell him no. He put down the scissors and began to spread shaving cream all over my pussy. It felt nice, cool and soft and my pussy started to respond. He drew the razor slowly and gently over my skin, pushing my pussy lips this way and that to reach new angles. I was doing my best to hide the fact that he was turning me on, but my toes kept digging into the carpet, I hoped that he thought it was from nervousness. Finally, he was finished. He threw the razors away, stood me up in the shower and using the detachable showerhead he rinsed off my pussy. His fingers brushed over my pussy and then delved inside my lips. His fingers struck gooey wetness and he looked at me with a little knowing smile. “No sense trying to hide the fact that I want him now,” I thought as he dried me off and led me back to my bedroom.

I lay back down on the bed and he went to my dresser and brought back a small mirror. “Why don’t you take a look at your pussy now,” he said and stood back to watch me. I placed the mirror between my legs and saw that my pussy was shaven bare except for a triangle of hair above the lips. I looked closely and decided that it looked nice. I heard Andy say, “Touch it.” and my fingers traced over my pussy. Oh, it felt so nice and soft! I continued to stroke my pussy, watching my fingers in the mirror until Andy took it away from me. I looked up at him and he sat down next to me on the bed and took off his shirt. His hand went to my pussy and began to play with my lips. “Doesn’t that feel much better now?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered Escort breathlessly, watching him intently. His fingers were touching my pussy so lightly, it wasn’t giving me any kind of satisfaction. I wondered what he would do next.

“How long have you and Jason been having sex?” he asked.

“That…that was the first time, at the pool…” I answered.

“And how many times have you fucked since then?”

“I don’t know…maybe 8 or 9…” It was taking all of my control not to push my pussy against his fingers.

“Have you tried many positions?”

“I…no…I…we did it doggie style once…and…and I tried to sit on his lap once in his car…but…but it didn’t work…” I knew that I was going to lose control any moment and beg him to fuck me. His fingers suddenly left my pussy and I gasped in shock. I almost cried out ‘no’ but I saw his hand going to his shorts. I watched him undo his shorts and then stand up and take them off. His cock stood up tall and proud and huge! It was so big! I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, it had to be 9 inches long. I no longer cared what he thought, I wanted that huge cock in my cunt. “Oh please…hurry….please fuck me…”

He was climbing onto the bed and I grabbed him and pulled him down on top of me. My legs were spread as wide as possible and my pussy was bucking upwards, searching for his cock. He moved into position and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my pussy. It was so big! I felt it stretching the walls of my pussy as it forced its way deep inside of me. I wrapped my legs around Andy, I wanted to keep him inside of me forever. He began to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy and it felt amazing. I couldn’t control myself, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, bucking my hips upwards to meet every stroke of his thick cock as it filled me completely. And he lasted forever! I had three orgasms and then he pulled his cock out of me, removed the condom and pushed his cock into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his cock as I could. Licking and sucking my own cum off of it. He put his hands in my hair and moved my head back and forth on his cock. I felt it start to twitch and then he was filling my mouth with hot cum. I tried to swallow it but most of it dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. He released me and we both lay back on the bed, breathing heavily.

After awhile we got up and took a shower together. We washed each other and Andy ate my pussy like a pro. (I later found out that he had been a virgin, he must have been a natural!) Then he had me face the outside of the tub, spread my legs wide and prop myself up on the side of the tub with my hands. He entered me from behind, one arm around my waist and a hand on my clit. He fucked me hard and it felt so good and my orgasm was so intense, it was all that I could do to keep myself propped up on the edge of the tub.

We got out of the shower and dried off. Andy got dressed and gave me the envelope that contained the negatives of the pictures. He told me that he had 47 pictures and that I was going to have to try a new position or scenario to earn each of them.

I told him that I was looking forward to it.

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This story is a continuation of a series. Please read Hot for Teacher chapters 1-4 before reading this.

Abi and Michael had been seeing each other in secret for a few weeks. They had fallen in love after spending a beautiful night together, and couldn’t let each other go. But because they were teacher and student, they also couldn’t be seen together. So they kept their relationship underground. Abi visited Michael’s off-campus apartment often, but had to be very careful that no one they knew saw her go in.

Despite the restrictions, though, their relationship continued to sizzle. But Michael was frustrated that Abi hadn’t yet stayed true to her promise of letting him use her dildo on her. He had asked over and over, but she had always teased, “Maybe next time…” So one day, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Michael went online and bought a dildo, one that had vibrating and spinning parts. “Real fancy shit”, he thought. He saw some fuzzy handcuffs, and bought them, just for laughs. Or so he told himself. But in truth, he couldn’t wait for what he was going to do to her with them.

One Saturday morning, the box came. “Perfect,” Michael thought. Abi was coming for dinner already. Little did she know she’d be getting a lot more desert than she was bargaining for.

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At 6 o’clock, Abi knocked on Michael’s door. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably. Michael had told her that he had a surprise for her. She liked surprises, but the mischievous tone in Michael’s voice when he called her told her that she should be nervous.

Michael had just set the wine and glasses on the table when he heard the knock at his door. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to use his new toy on hers. He walked to the door and opened it. “Bonjour, Madame. Your dinner awaits.” Michael bowed theatrically.

Abi giggled. He was wearing a bow tie and an apron over jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a towel draped over his arm like a butler. Suddenly, as she lamented the fact that she couldn’t see Michael’s body very well under the apron, he swept her up into his arms. She squealed and dropped her overnight bag, but then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

Michael just stood there with her for what seemed like forever as their lips danced. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for access, and she granted it. Their tongues caressed, and Abi’s hands moved from around his neck to his head, running her fingers through Michael’s hair as he moved his lips to her neck and sucked for a moment. Abi moaned, and her sound snapped Michael out of his trance.

“We should…” He paused as Abi sucked lightly on his bottom lip. “We should go to the kitchen before I lose control of my actions.”

“Fine,” Abi pouted, and put her arms back around his neck, allowing him to carry her into the kitchen.

When Michael put her down in the kitchen, Abi gasped quietly. He had set up his table with wine and glasses, a table cloth, and full place settings. There was a platter in the middle with a cover on it, and the plates were expensive china.

“You borrowed all this from your mother, didn’t you,” Abi teased.

Michael just smiled and pulled her chair out for her to sit. When she did, he took the bottle of wine and poured them both some.

Abi laughed. “Well, Michael! You wouldn’t be trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, would you?”

“I would never!” Michael said, incredulously. Abi took a sip and winked. “It’s not taking advantage if I consent. “

Michael hardened slightly, then mentally reprimanded himself. “Later. There’ll be time in just a little while,” he thought. After sitting down, Michael reached across the table and took Abi’s delicate hands in his. He loved how her hands looked in his. They were so small, so thin and fragile-looking. But he knew that they were anything but fragile. And what they could do… he knew what they did to him. Abi sighed when Michael took her hands. She could see in his eyes how much he liked holding her hands, because she made the same glazed-over expression about his. They were tan and strong, and those fingers… She shuddered at the thought. Those fingers did things to her that she couldn’t handle.

Michael’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Alright, well here’s the surprise,” he said, nodding at the covered platter. “We’re having dessert before dinner.”

Abi’s heart sank a smidge. She was frankly expecting something more. But then Michael’s hands left hers, and he raised the cover on the platter.

Abi gasped. Sitting on the platter was a pair of silly-looking fuzzy handcuffs. Those she thought were funny. But next to them… there was a vibrator, one with an additional “finger” for the clit and spinning parts. Abi’s muscles clenched at the thought of how good it would feel. She felt her panties getting wet, and she squirmed in her chair.

Michael had to call her name to get her Escort bayan attention. “Abi! Hello?” Abi looked up, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Michael…”

Michael smirked, but then his eyes darkened. “You kept teasing me about yours, so I decided to get one myself. And we ARE going to use it tonight. Time for dessert…”

Michael got up from his chair, grabbed the handcuffs and vibrator, and grabbed Abi’s hand. She got up, still a bit stunned that he had gone and bought a vibrator… for her. Michael led her to the bedroom, and threw the toys on the bed. He turned to her and pulled her close with an arm around her waist. Leaning down and putting his lips to her ear, he whispered, “Abi, I’m in control tonight. And I’m going to take you so high you’ll never come back down.”

Abi shuddered at the thought, and then gasped when he kissed her, his lips covering hers. Michael’s hand went to her head, running his fingers through her hair as their tongues danced. He pulled back a bit and nipped her bottom lip lightly, letting his hand fall to the hem of her dress. He pulled it up and rubbed her through the lace of her boy shorts with his thumb, eliciting a moan, muffled by his own lips.

Abi let her mind go blank as Michael kissed her, and before she knew it, he had removed her dress and bra, and had picked her up and put her on his bed. He had the handcuffs in his hands. “Do you trust me?” He looked at her hopefully.

Abi moaned, frustrated. “Michael! Of course I trust you! Now put those things on me and touch me before I jump you!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Michael breathed. He cuffed one of her hands and wrapped the chain behind a post on his headboard before cuffing her other hand, so her arms were stretched above her head.

Abi looked up at him, and tried to figure out a way to vocalize how much she wanted him. Her panties were already soaked, and she needed relief desperately. “Michael,” she breathed. “Please…”

Michael obliged. He ripped off the apron and bow tie with his shirt, his muscles tensing. He straddled her, his cock rubbing her through his jeans. She moaned. It sounded longing, almost begging. Michael looked down at her. Her eyes begged for him. She was in a compromising position. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. And he couldn’t wait to torture her with pleasure.

Abi looked up at Michael, pleading with her eyes and her mouth. She could feel his shaft pressing through his jeans, evidence of what she did to him. She was so insanely turned on at the thought of being completely at his mercy. If he had been anyone else, she would’ve been terrified to be naked and tied up with no way of escape. But she trusted him to not hurt her. She knew that he might make her hurt with pleasure, but not with pain. However, she was desperate for him to touch her at that moment. Her clit throbbed as he ground his groin into her, and she was sure her lace panties were ruined from all the wetness she was producing. She felt her cheeks redden as she breathed harder, and her nipples hardened in the slightly cool air of the bedroom. She wanted so badly to shake him, to grab his hard shoulders and tug him to her, to let their skin touch. Michael couldn’t stand to see her in such wanting. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble even more as he sucked. He locked his mouth around it and ran his tongue lightly across it, pinching its pair between his thumb and forefinger roughly. Looking up, he found Abi’s head thrown back between her outstretched arms, her lips opening and closing, gasping for air.

Crawling up her body once more, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. She ground her hips into him and moaned into his mouth. Michael lost himself in Abi’s body, his mind thinking of nothing but how he was going to torture her with pleasure. When he finally pulled his head back, she gasped, “Michael, I love you.” Michael felt a rush of lust and love for Abi. He kissed her again, losing himself once more in her lips. When he pulled back, he said gruffly, “God, I love you too.”

Michael began to kiss roughly down her chest, stopping to suck on her nipples again, one at a time. When she squirmed, silently begging him to go on, he let his lips draw a wet trail down her stomach.

“Please, Michael… Please,” Abi begged. “I want you so badly it hurts.”

Michael looked up and winked darkly. “Not yet, Abi… Not yet.”

He was hard as a rock, and frankly he just wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her into oblivion. But even more, he wanted to tease and torture her, bring her high and take her back down, and make her come so hard that by the end of the night, she would be so sated that she wouldn’t wake up until noon.

So torture her he did. He lightly bit the skin above her hip and then licked it slowly, eliciting a frustrated moan. Moving back up her torso, he did the same to the sides of her breasts, then her neck. Bayan Escort

Abi heart, brain, and clit were throbbing in anticipation. She was so frustrated that he wouldn’t touch her more that she was ready to scream. She had to do something.

“God DAMN IT, MICHAEL!” Abi raised her voice to get his attention. “Jesus Christ. I swear, if you don’t touch me now, I’ll never touch you again!” It was an empty threat, and they both knew it. But it worked nonetheless.

Michael sighed and moved down the bed, hooking his fingers over her panties and pulling them down her legs quickly. When he reappeared between her legs, Abi looked down thankfully.

“Thank you. Good god, I thought I was going to have to kill you.”

Michael didn’t answer. He put his lips to her slit and kissed it lightly, making her squirm with delight. Slowly parting her legs, he put his lips lower and kissed again, this time getting a moan. Licking into her, Michael used his tongue to tease her whole mound.

She was soaked, and her wetness was leaking past her ass onto the bed. Michael licked up over her ass and cleaned it all. He loved her taste, her smell. He finally put his lips to her clit and sucked hard.

“Oh! OH! Oh, Michael!” Michael removed his lips from her and looked up, startled.

“Jesus, don’t STOP! What is wrong with you?!” He had obviously underestimated how turned on she was, if she was that close to coming already. He would need to bring her down a notch.

“Sorry, but this is my night,” Michael said, crawling up the bed. “I want to make you wait.” With that, he kissed her again, giving her no time to protest. She kissed back hungrily, almost angrily. After a few minutes lost in each other, Michael pulled back.

“You’re a real dick, you know that?” Abi looked at him with her brow furrowed.

“Mmmhmm.”

Michael smiled and moved back down to settle between her legs, but this time he grabbed the vibrator. Abi squeezed her legs together in anticipation, but Michael pulled them apart. “Ah ah ah, no you don’t, missy.”

“Please use it on me… Good god, PLEASE.” Abi looked at him, her eyes watery from pleasure. Michael obliged. He rubbed the tip of the faux cock from her ass to her clit, settling in to rub it slowly on her clit. He dipped it inside her, causing her to squirm and moan. But when he pulled back, the vibrator was nearly dripping. Abi was nearly unconscious she felt so good. Michael hadn’t even turned on the vibrator yet, and she was practically delirious. When he slipped it inside of her, she was shocked awake, and she looked up. But what he did next truly stunned her.

Looking directly into her eyes, Michael raised the vibrator to his lips and put it in his mouth. He cleaned it with his tongue, leaving only a sheen of saliva. Then, he took about half of it all the way into his mouth and sucked it. It startled Abi to realize how much it turned her on to see him suck a cock, even if it was a fake one. She thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.

Michael wasn’t gay, or even bi, or at least he had never thought he was. But the fact that Abi was practically drooling made him want to suck the vibrator more, just to give her pleasure. Hell, he would probably suck a real cock if she asked him to.

When the vibrator was clean and Michael thought he couldn’t find any other excuse to keep sucking it, he pulled it out of his mouth and looked up at Abi.

“Holy… Holy shit, Michael. That was fucking hot.” Michael’s cheeks went pink. “Um… I’m not sure why I did that…”

“I don’t care why… it was so hot to see you sucking a cock, I don’t even care why you did it.”

Michael decided that this wasn’t the time to talk about it, so he moved on. “I’m glad you liked it,” he smiled. “Let’s keep that high going…” He pressed the vibrator to her clit and turned it on the middle setting. As it buzzed to life, Abi moaned gratefully. She writhed against the tip, but Michael pulled it away. Before she could protest, though, he pushed it into her, letting the “finger” tickle her clit.

Abi was in heaven. The body of the vibrator pressed tightly against her g-spot; it had a slight mound on the front to serve just that purpose. She could feel the pressure building inside her. When she had squirted that time in the lecture hall, she didn’t know what the feeling was. Now she did, and she wanted it more and more. The finger of the vibrator rubbed her clit mercilessly, and her body climbed higher and higher by the second.

Michael was enjoying this immensely. He loved to pleasure Abi, and now he could watch her without having to worry about what he was doing. Her face was contorting and her breathing ragged. Her fists clenched in the handcuffs, and she had her head turned into her arm, biting her lip. But she couldn’t stifle her moans. She groaned loudly between pants of breath.

Suddenly Abi became aware that she was moaning incredibly loudly. She felt delirious with pleasure. She was Escort standing at the edge of a cliff, and Michael was pulling her over, agonizingly slowly. But suddenly, just as she felt she was about to give in to the pull, the vibrations stopped, and she was forced back from the cliff’s edge, falling hard.

“FUCK!!” Abi yelled out, her awareness coming back to her. She looked down to find Michael licking the vibrator clean seductively. She strained at her binds, and banged her feet on the bed like a child throwing a tantrum. She felt like her body was going to implode, explode, and spontaneously combust, all at the same time. “MICHAEL FUCKING JAMES BYRNES.”

“Hmm?”

“WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT,” Abi forced out between pants.

“THAT was me teasing you,” Michael said nonchalantly, dragging the vibrator across her thigh.

“The FUCK it was! I was about to come! Could you possibly have WORSE timing?!”

“Well that kind of was the point…” Abi tried to calm herself. “Michael James Byrnes. If you don’t let me come, I will not be responsible for my actions. I might come here in the middle of the night and maim you.” “Damn… Look, Abi. I’ll undo those, as long as you promise not to hurt me. And I promise I’ll let you come this time.”

“Fine,” Abi sighed, squirming and pressing her legs together, desperate for stimulation. “Promise?”

“Only if you do.”

“I promise not to maim you.”

“I promise to let you come.”

“Alright, get these off of me.”

Michael climbed up the bed and unlocked the handcuffs with a key from his pocket. He was still wearing his jeans, and his cock was painfully hard. As soon as Abi was free, she punched him squarely in the chest, knocking him back onto the bed.

“Hey,” Michael panted, massaging his chest. “You promised!”

Abi straddled him and said, “I promised not to maim you, not that I wouldn’t hit you. You kind of deserved that. Now, I am going to have my way with YOU.”

Abi grabbed the handcuffs and locked one of his wrists in before he could do anything. Wrapping the chain around the back of a bedpost, she locked in his other wrist and threw the key across the room.

“Damn, that was hot.”

“Mmmhmm. Well, if you want more than watching me fuck myself with that dildo, you’re going to have to beg.”

“God damn, please, Abi… Please…” Michael was now the one in the compromising position. She could leave him there if she so pleased, but he knew she wouldn’t. She wanted to fuck him too badly; he could see it in her eyes.

“Alright, alright.” Abi ground her clit into his jeans-clad bulge, moaning.

She climbed off Michael and unzipped his jeans agonizingly slowly, pulling them down his legs, taking his socks with them. Throwing them onto the floor, she went back for his gray boxer briefs, but hesitated. Bending her head instead, she kissed the bulge in his briefs slowly, sensually. Her hands roamed up to his chest and she ran them through the hair there, and then ran them over his nipples. She nipped at his package and kissed the hardness again.

Michael gave a guttural groan. “Jesus, Abi. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Well, well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Abi hooked her thumbs over his briefs and Michael lifted his hips so she could remove them. His cock sprung free and stood straight up, perpendicular to his flat stomach. When Abi had dropped his underwear on the floor, she reappeared at his side.

“Damn, you are ready, aren’t you?” Abi looked down at Michael’s cock and moaned quietly. It was rock hard, and his head was practically purple. Pre-come was leaking from the tip, and she could see it throbbing, almost imperceptibly.

She tapped her finger in the pre-come on his tip. His cock twitched and his hips jerked at her touch as he gasped.

“Oh my god, Abi… It’s too sensitive.” Michael looked apologetic.

Abi smiled understandingly and straddled his stomach, leaning down to kiss him. She held his straining biceps as their lips connected. Careful not to touch his cock, she ground her clit into Michael’s abs as they kissed, trying to eke as much pleasure out of the kiss as possible without hurting him. She moved her lips to his neck and nipped at the skin there, eliciting an appreciative moan from her lover.

After a few minutes of passion-laden kisses, Abi bent her head into his neck once more and whispered in his ear. “Now I’m going to take YOU higher.”

Moving herself down on his body, Abi allowed his cock to slip inside her.

“Oh…” Abi sighed and slumped.

Michael gave a long, guttural moan.

Abi began to move up and down on Michael’s cock. He was so hard, and it almost hurt to have him inside her. His head pressed up against her cervix. But it was a good pain, and she groaned as she moved around him.

Michael now understood how Abi had felt earlier: delirious with pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her as she moved up and down on him. He barely knew what was going on. Suddenly he felt her getting off him, and he looked up.

“What are you doing?”

Abi said nothing, but retrieved the key from the carpet across the room. She came back and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Michael’s arms.

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Jake sighed impatiently as he looked nervously at his watch for probably the 5th time in the last 20 seconds. Of course, it’s kind of hard to be impatient when your awaiting the arrival of a first date. Even more so when it happens to be a blind date set up by your best friend and his wife who just want “everyone to be as happy as they are”. He was so sick of them saying that. He was their friend, but damn, he’d love to strangle them every time they said that.

Jake wasn’t a bad looking guy, in fact he was rather handsome. At 6 foot 3 inches, and weighing a decent 190 lbs, he attracted quite a lot of glances from women passing by. No, finding a woman wasn’t a problem, keeping a woman was the problem. Just out of college for two years, he was determined to start his own business as an architect, and this of course meant long workings hours, stretches of financial hardships from time to time, and not much time for any woman in his life. So, he had agreed to this blind date. Why? Even he didn’t have the answer to that.

“Shit!” he thought to himself, as a blonde bombshell walked into the Italian restaurant. “oh I sure hope that’s her.” Of course, it wasn’t. No blind dates ever turned out that well. He was almost ready to walk out and go home when, seemingly out of nowhere, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around he found himself face to face with an absolutely beautiful brunette woman. He guessed she was 5’5″, no more than 130 pounds, and absolutely could not get his eyes off the dress she was almost wearing. A skimpy black dress, a slit up the right leg allowing a little glimpse into her velomtuous long legs, tailored to her size to really come in at the waist, and strapless, drawing all the more attention to her nicely sized breasts that seemed to shout “Look at us!”. Lost in a little daze, Jake didn’t realize he was staring at her chest until he felt her hand under his chin, lightly guiding his head upward.

“Hi, I’m up here big fella”, she laughed slightly, not really annoyed, in fact, kind of flattered. “You Jake?” A non-verbal nod was the only response his body was capable of. “I’m Sarah. Gosh how long have u been standing here? I’ve been waiting at our table for almost 20 minutes, I didn’t think you were going to show up!” Jake finally came to his senses, shaking off the sudden daze and confusion.

“What? 20 minutes? Gee, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had made reservations, I was looking for you to come through the door.” She laughed again.

“It’s all right, c’mon, lets go sit down”. She lead the way to the table, which Jake was more than happy to allow, as it gave him a nice, free, guiltless look of her ass, swaying ever so softly from side to side as she took each step with those long legs. Thing’s were seeming to look up for him, this woman was hot!

The two of them sat down and ordered, made small chit chat while they waited for their meals. The usual stuff, how old they were, what they did, why there were set up on a blind date, simple things to pass the time. Every so often, Sarah would reach for her water glass, take a sip and put it back down. However after she put it down, each time, she scooted in her chair a little bit, as well as a few inches closer to Jake. He was unaware of this for quite a while until he noticed she was practically sitting next to him.

Eventually the food came. Sarah had ordered a light veal plate, whereas Jake had himself a decent sized leg of lamb. It tasted wonderful to them both, and their conversation really started to go places. They kept up a pretty fast moving dialog, that really never dwindled into anything such as the weather. When the meal started to come to a finish, Sarah became more and more physical, with her flirtation. While she used one arm, propped on it’s elbow to hold up her head and stare at him with enchanting blue eyes, the other hand was not so visible, to anyone else that is. She began putting her hand under the table, and lightly drawing lines back and forth with her fingers on Jake’s leg. Feeling this, not only was Jake relieved the attraction was mutual, it was making him extremely aroused. As Sarah became a little more bold, placing her entire palm on his leg, she moved it toward his crotch more closely than at any time during the night. She found what she was looking for Escort bayan too; he was very erect. She smiled widely to Jake as she stroked the top of his member. Jake let out a small sigh, very much enjoying this temptation. Leaning over, Sarah whispered in his ear.

“Let’s get the check, will have desert at my place”, she leaned back and gave a small wink. Jake needed no encouragement. Raising his hand and calling the waiter to bring the check, and in a hurry at that. After paying, they quickly exited the restaurant arm in arm outside. A more observant person would have noticed bother their hands were much lower around each other than their waists. They hailed for a cab and quickly got in, Sarah giving the cab driver very quick instructions, as she didn’t want to keep her mouth occupied with something as frivolous as talking. Jake, on the other hand, had no talking to do, as his mouth was all over her neck and lips, sliding his tongue inside Sarah’s mouth, dancing with her own. The thoughts going through each other’s mind were identical. “Damn I want it”.

After what seemed like an eternity lavishing each other with their tongues in the back seat, the cab finally arrived at Sarah’s apartment building. Jake threw almost twice what the cab fair was, but his mind was on much more important things. Luckily, Sarah lived on the first floor, had they had to use the elevator, they never would have made it to her apartment. Closing the door behind them, the two passionately enveloped each other’s mouth exploring every crevice on the inside with their tongues.

Abruptly, Sarah stopped and pushed him away. Jake was a little confused, but reassured as a grin with the evident appearance of only one word grew on Sarah’s face; lust. She put a finger to his lips and led him silently by the hand to her bedroom. Motioning for Jake to sit on the bed, Sarah grabbed something out of her nightstand and walked into the connected bathroom in the corner of the room. She blew him a kiss and closed the door. Jake, hornier than ever, furiously worked to undo his tie and belt. It seemed as if he had lost his thumbs, the way he fumbled around trying to get them off.

The bathroom door opened, and Jake forgot all about his tie and belt. Standing there, illuminated by the dim glow of the bathroom light behind her, was Sarah. Resting one arm against the doorframe, she posed to let Jake take in her absolute beauty.

“What do you think?” she asked. The only response Jake gave was a noticeable twitching in his pants. No longer in the black evening gown, Sarah had changed into one of the sexiest looking pieces of white lingerie that Jake had ever seen. Nothing was left to the imagination as the see-through silk top was left unbuttoned, leaving about an inch-wide line down her middle of uncovered skin, that highlighted the inside of her breasts. The bottom however, had even less to cover her up. The silk white stockings went all the way from her waist to her feet, which was the most covered part of her lower body, as the panties were crotchless.

Jake gave out a low moan as he looked at her, absorbing her appearance, every inch of her body. Slowly Sarah walked towards the bed. Jake stood up, and slowly moved behind her. Putting his hands on the sides of her shoulders, he bent his head to the side and delicately and softly began making tiny circles on her neck with his tongue. Sarah moaned lowly, tilting her head to the side to allow him better access, and putting her hand behind his head, urging it further into the softness of her flawless skin. Sliding the her top off with his hands, Jake took his hands, wrapping them around her, and cupping a full breast in each, while continuing his efforts on her neck. Cupping and lifting them ever so lightly, he used his thumb and forefinger on each hand to gently take her now hard nipples, pinching them lightly, as well as moving them around in a circular motion.

Sarah was in a state of absolute euphoria, she had never been with anyone that could make such gentle moves so intense and incredible. As if by instinct, she reached behind herself, and began fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Finally pulling it down, she wasted no time in reaching in and grabbing is rock hard cock and giving it a good squeeze. They both moaned simultaneously, Bayan Escort and she could feel the blood surging through it. She could actually feel his heartbeat quicken as she wrapped her hand around the shaft, and used her thumb to gently massage the head.

Jake couldn’t take much more of this foreplay, he spun Sarah quickly around, and while planting a long sensual kiss on her lips, ripped the shirt off his back, sending buttons sprawling in every direction. Sarah groaned in pleasure at the sight of his well sculpted chest, and stomach. Running her hands over his pecks, down to his hard abs. Breaking off the kiss, she slowly began to make a trail with her tongue down his chest, over his stomach, right above where the pants line began. She used both hands to yank both the pants and underwear down in a single movement, and gasped in delight as his proud and erect cock shot up and looked her strait in the face. Beginning by tracing her fingers over the head, she reached her own head to the underside, sticking out her tongue and softly trailing from the base of the underside of the shaft back up to the head. However, she felt enough time was wasted already. Opening her mouth, in one movement, drove his cock straight into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside.

Jake could do nothing but throw his head back, let his eyes roll into the back of his head, and let his fingers unconsciously run through Sarah’s luxurious brown hair. Wrapping her lips around his cock, she began to rapidly bob her head up and down on his incredible shaft, using a hand to jack the base of it at the same time sending Jake into new levels of pleasure. It had been a while since either had any sex, and Jake knew he wouldn’t last long at this pace. He was barely able to utter the words he was so lost in the pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop….!” He said in a low voice, but this only made Sarah double her efforts, quickening her pace, sucking his hard cock as if it meant life or death, desperately wanting to feel the warm sensation of hot cum running down her throat. It didn’t take long for her to be rewarded for her efforts. Throwing his head back and grabbing either side of her head with his hands, pushing her mouth further down his cock, Jake erupted in a long overdue tidal wave of ecstasy as jet after jet squirted from his quivering member down into her throat.

“Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh gooooooooooodddddddddd!!!!!!” Jason didn’t care if anyone heard him, he was too lost in the moment to care. Although it only lasted about 20 seconds, it felt like his orgasm lasted for hours, as Sarah milked any remaining cum from his dick as she suck furiously and hard. Taking her mouth off and releasing the suction, she ran her mouth and tongue all over his cock trying to lap up any stray droplets of cum she may have missed. Jake was breathing heavily…a huge smile across his face. He leaned over and picked Sarah up to her feet, and drove his tongue almost as deep as his cock had just been in her mouth. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and jumped slightly as Jake grabbed the back of her thighs, holding her up in the air, never releasing the embrace of their kiss.

Walking slowly over to the bed, Jake set her down on her back, her legs propped up like triangles, giving Jake his first real look and her gorgeous pussy. He smiled as he saw not a single strand of hair, or even the sight of any stubble. He reached up and grabbed both breasts with his hands, which were then covered by Sarah’s own hands, as he drove his mouth and tongue strait at her cunt. He furiously began lapping at it like a dog drinking water, loving the sweet taste of her most sacred of places. Bringing one hand down next to his head, he stopped licking momentarily as he drove two fingers into the bottom of her pussy, past the outer and inner lips, fingering around inside her love channel. With the fingers still inside her cunt, he returned to his oral duties, this time going strait for her clit with his mouth. He licked in small circles around the tiny bud, and smiled as he heard Sarah moan above him. He continued his efforts as such, licking little circles around her clit while ramming his 2 fingers in and out of her pussy. Taking his other hand down away from his breast, and no longer ramming Escort her with the fingers on the other, instead he used his thumbs to spread her lips further apart, giving him much better access to her beautiful clit. He wasted no time in driving his mouth down, lapping his tongue in every which way, wanting to explore every crevice. He felt her begin to buck her hips, and knew she must be close. It was good timing as well, as his cock now had regained his hardness and was ready to perform the duty it was created to do.

To her minor disappoint, Sarah watched as he pulled her head away from her crotch. The disappointment didn’t last long though as she soon saw it’s replacement come into view. Jake slowly ran the tip of his cock along the slit of her cunt, teasing her with every stroke, driving even more desire into her already lust filled head. Sarah looked up at him, but it was no longer Sarah. No, this was someone entirely different, this was no longer Sarah but an animal in the wild, in dire need of being pleasured. The look on her face, so full of lust and desire almost looked demonic and she shouted out to Jake.

“FUCK ME YOU BASTARD FUCK ME WITH THAT HARD COCK NOW!!”

Jake needed no more encouragement as in one thrust, along with the help of Sarah who wrapped her legs around his lower back, slid deep into her most secret crevices. The both moaned in pure ecstasy as the duty of their sexual organs was being fulfilled. Jake, slowly at first, withdrew almost completely out, before ramming himself again even harder. Harder and harder, faster and faster he drove into her, her slick pussy juice giving his cock the lubrication it needed to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Without removing his dick from her, Jake once again picked up Sarah, but this time not so lovingly as he shoved her back against the wall and thrust upward with every muscle in his body. Jake was also now gone. He too had lost to his passion, his thoughts being replaced with animalistic instincts, who’s only purpose and desire was to make sure he drove every last inch of his cock deep into this woman’s cunt.

Sarah was in pure bliss feeling this stallion fill her to her absolute capacity. The only thing she could do was moan and encourage him more as she clawed at his back and sucked on his neck. Never before had she felt such intense waves of pleasure run through her as she felt her orgasm once again rising, trying to complete its task. Jake too felt this, and put her back on the bed. Stepping back momentarily, removing himself from her just for a moment, he grabbed her ankles in his hands and shoved himself forward, so the tip of his cock was just touching her outer lips. For one of those moments that seems to last forever, he stared down at this elegant majestic woman, covered in the mixture of their body fluids, wanting nothing than to be filled with his throbbing cock. He quickly leaned over and shoved his mouth onto hers, for one last kiss, before bringing his head back up and driving his cock further in her cunt than he had all night. He held her ankles apart, giving him more and more access to this beloved thing of nature. Pounding into her with every last ounce of strength within his body, desperately trying to fulfil his purpose of shooting wads and wads of cum into the recesses of her cunt.

They both felt it at the same time, their oncoming releases. His cock began to throb, her hips began to once again buck. Jake gave a few quick thrusts before, with whatever he hand left, gave one last hard shove into her as he felt the walls of her pussy contract around his cock, which was now erupting with cum. They stayed like that for a few moments, almost frozen in time. No words were coming from their mouths, only moans, groans, gasps, sighs and screams. Their two bodies becoming as one momentarily, each feeling each others ultimate level of pleasure sweep over them.

After what seemed like forever, it just stopped, and Jake, releasing her ankles from his grasp, collapsed in a heap of exhaustion, pleasure, and satisfaction next to her. top of her. They looked at each other, and hugged in a loving embrace, as their animalistic tendencies left them, and they became human again, lavishing each other with kisses. Within minutes, they were both asleep in each other’s arms. He was still inside her however, the result of their fucking showing as the mixture of their cums oozed out through the small holes that were left around his cock. The cock seemed to fit perfectly, like it had found it’s place in the world, it’s home, home sweet home.

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I am so high on what just happened; I’m giddy with laughter! I kiss you fiercely, passionately, tasting myself on your tongue before setting out to make you squirm.

I like nibbling so I begin with your ears; whispering in them, ‘that was so hot! And sooo good!’…do you enjoy having things whispered in your ears like I do? My hands are roaming again. Finding your nipples and swirling my fingers around them, cupping your ass cheeks and squeezing firmly…grazing my nails up your back, under your shirt.

I begin my descent, trailing kisses as I go. Removing your shirt is just the beginning =) For I can’t help but want to lay my mouth on every.

inch.

of.

skin.

I.

expose…

I am straddling you now, running my hands up and down your chest. I lean over so I can taste your skin, licking my way slowly around your nipples while gently caressing your very tempting cock. I take turns at each nipple; sucking each as I’m squeezing your dick at the same time. Does this make you crazy? I think so. Do you want to feel Escort bayan my soft hands sliding up and down your shaft? Are you shivering with anticipation when you think of how powerful your orgasm will be? Listening to your sighs and moans is making me incredibly wet and I can feel it seeping through my cunt lips to dribble down my thigh.

I move lower to the waistband of your jeans (you look like a jeans person to me). I look you in the eye as I undo the button, pull down the zipper and reveal your pulsing rod straining against the cotton of your boxer briefs. I grin evilly as I lower my head and gently trace its outline with my teeth. You lift your hips so I can take your jeans off. I slide my way back up your legs; watching you watching me. I stop when I get to your throbbing manhood, caressing the stiffness beneath, teasing so slowly…again your hips lift in the unspoken request and your underwear is removed; leaving you free & clear.

Giving myself time to catch my breath at the magnificent sight, I gently take you into my hand getting the Bayan Escort measure of you. Mmmm, I’m gonna like this. I reach down and fondle your balls (don’t want them to feel left out). Again the evil grin as I lower my mouth; watching you for as long as I can, because I want to see the look on your face when I finally put my mouth on you.

First, I let my tongue run up & down the shaft, curling around the head then slowly taking it between my lips and closing my mouth around it. You inhale sharply and groan as you feel me begin to suck. I lick around the head again before I continue down the shaft, getting it good and wet! I blow on it for a slight chill before plunging the entire length into the HOT cavern of my mouth. Pouncing on it like it’s a sweet treat that I have been denied too long. My hand is around your rod pumping away, matching the rhythm of my head. I’m having fun taking you in my mouth for a few strokes and then releasing you so my tongue can lash your pole. I feel your impatience, but I want to prolong your pleasure a bit more. And every Escort so often my head will dip lower to lick your nuts and occasionally take them into my mouth.

Your hands are on my shoulders and running through my hair with increasing speed as you come closer and closer to your release. I listen to your breath quicken and become more shallow, I know the end is nearing so I slow down once more to take a thorough, enjoyable gobble before resuming a faster pace.

I know you want to come in my mouth, so when you’re close I put you back in my mouth completely. Your hands tighten in my hair and you hold my head in place as you thrust into my mouth. I feel you tense and I grab your hips to hang on for dear life as they start jerking. Your shouts of pleasure are music to my ears and my cunt tightens as your come sprays the back of my throat. What doesn’t go down immediately floods my mouth and I greedily swallow it as your orgasm continues to rip through you.

I wait until the final spasms have passed and then release you from my mouth, swallowing your remaining juices. I crawl up beside you as you lay panting in the aftermath of your pleasure. You turn to look at me and we share a smile. I close my eyes, sighing; thinking that it all went pretty well.

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One thing I have learned while is that the best stories come from the most unexpected sources. As you know, I just celebrated my birthday. I went to the movies and saw The Purge 2016: Election Year. Shortly thereafter, I took a Lyft to my favorite Chinese restaurant, Ocean Buffet. The driver was a young and quite pretty girl name Sonia. She pulled up in this BMW 530 that while a beautiful vehicle, it was very cramped in the front seat. I swear I thought a 5 series would have more space. I know at 6 foot 3 and 360 pounds I’m a big man but my knees were in the dashboard. I’m glad Sonia was eye candy as she took my mind off how cramped I felt in that front seat.

Dinner went well; the food was great as was the service. After paying for my food, I called for an Uber to return home. I was picked up by a pretty woman named Karen. She drove a Ford Fusion which had markedly more room than the BMW I rode to the restaurant in. I decided to have her take a longer road home to let my food digest and enjoy the view. She was short, somewhere between 5 feet and 5 foot 2, tremendously busty and petite. Our small talk let me know she was a mother of 2 and a grandmother of 2 as well. I told her she looked great to be a grandmother. She told me she was only 42. She married her high school sweetheart and got married in their first year of college. I told her I just turned 47 which was why I was getting a ride back home.

“Ok Richard, I must ask, why are you alone on your birthday? You’re a handsome man.”

“Karen, thank you. I’m alone because I am happily divorced and enjoy my solitude. I’m single and unattached and I’m just glad to do what I please without answering to anyone. I wasn’t born a twin, so I can go anywhere I want without feeling lonely. Since I love myself, I don’t need a companion to go anywhere. I’m just comfortable in my own skin.”

“Wow. I don’t think I expected that detailed of an answer. Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday, Richard?”

I may have been trippin, but I thought I saw a gleam in her eye.

“I got almost everything I wanted with 2 exceptions: A software I ordered has not been delivered yet and …”

“And what, Richard?”

“Well, fuck it. Karen, they say a closed mouth doesn’t get fed and I’ve been staring at your titties since I got in your car. I’m a boob man and they’re sitting up real nice in that dress. Let me see them.”

She pulled into my apartment complex and asked where my building was. I pointed to it and she parked on the side for visitors; away from the building.

“It is your birthday so I can do that for you, but I want you to touch them first.”

WOW!! I didn’t expect that, but I wasn’t about to refuse her. I reached across the seat belt and grabbed her right breast and it was very firm.

“Very nice and firm, Karen. Can I see them now?”

“No, not yet. Let me close out this ride and log out of the Uber system. I’m not going to pull out my boobs in public. Can I use your restroom?

“Sure, not a problem.”

So we exit her car and go up to my place. She goes in the bathroom and I’m so glad I cleaned it earlier. I would have hated to embarrass myself. As she comes out, I’m sitting in the bedroom on my bed. Gone was her blue dress from her body but it was replaced with a red towel from the bathroom closet. She handed me her dress and asked if I could hang it up. I took it and hung it up and as I turned to exit the closet, she was right under me. She had this shit eating grin on her face and I picked up her little 5 foot self. I almost tripped on my own feet, but landed on the bed with her on top of me. As the towel came loose, I got a clear view of her very firm breasts. It was obvious she had some worked done. I grabbed a handful of each and started to tongue and kiss both nipples. She sits up, rubbing her hands on my shirt covered chest and says,

“Look, I don’t normally do this, but it’s something about you that I like. I’m divorced and it’s your birthday. I’m giving myself to you as a birthday present. I know you’re single, so I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes. I may not have cared anyway as I’m attached to nobody myself.”

Holy Shit!! I promise you I couldn’t dream this shit up. So here I am flat on my back in my bed, looking up at this certified MILF sitting on my crotch. She’s 42, petite build with these firm DDs sitting on her chest. Karen was in great shape to be in her 40s and you can tell she exercised regularly. She looks like she was in a mature porn movie and I was about to be the lucky bastard to blow her back out.

“I see you like these puppies. Let’s see if you like the rest of me.”

She gets off my crotch as I remove my shirt. She then crawls up my body, pushes me back and removes my shorts and boxer briefs. She starts to kiss down my chest and down my stomach. She’s caressing my balls and I’m getting aroused. I want to reach down and push her head down. She senses it or we’re just on the same page and grabs my dick. I’m not hard yet so she engulfs it. She’s massaging it with her tongue as I’m Escort bayan growing in her mouth. As I grow to full size, she licks up and down the shaft. I’m loving how she’s making me feel. She’s obviously skilled and knows what she’s doing. She deep throats me and I feel my dickhead past her tonsils. I take it she has no gag reflex as she’s giving me a throat massage that is out of this world!! I wanna hold this nut back but I feel she’s determined to get it out of me!! Hell, it IS MY BIRTHDAY, so I’m going to relax and let her get this nut up out of my balls. She feels me getting close and takes her mouth off me.

“If I make you cum and swallow, can you get hard again and fuck my other 2 holes?”

“Hell yeah!! Most definitely, Karen. Suck away.”

Damn, I’m so glad I ate a bunch of pineapple with my dinner and I cut out sodas!! As she’s stroking my dick in her left hand, she sucks on my left nut. I feel my toes curl and my back arch. She pounced on my dick and her mouth made love to it. This felt like the best head in Texas!! I’ve been here in Texas over 20 years and had my share of head, but this felt truly top notch.

She increased her speed and I felt my orgasm shoot up from deep within the bottom of my balls. As she sensed me tensing up, she deep throated me and sucked the nut out of me until I was ready to tap out!! She sucked me until I was drained and deflated. My toes curled so hard I felt my feet cramp up!

“Do you have any Listerine?”

“Yes. It’s right above the towels in the bathroom closet.”

She goes into the restroom and I follow her. She has a small butt that is nice and very round. She reaches in the closet for the Listerine and takes a swig. I tower over her as I stand behind her. I take a swig myself and put my arms around her waist while swishing the Listerine in my mouth. As she spits in the sink, I look at this topless woman standing in front of me wrapped in my arms. I squeeze her tight then expel the Listerine from my own mouth. I can’t wait to devour her little body.

We go back to my bed and she lays in my arms.

“Tell me something about yourself, Richard.”

“I’m of Nigerian and Jamaican descent. Because of my tongue, I’m nicknamed the Lizard. Now Karen, tell me something about you.”

“My paternal grandfather is black. That explains my tan. He was as dark as Wesley Snipes and very handsome. He was a big, strong man like you. He was the nicest man I’ve ever known. My dad is black and my mother is white. I said all that because I noticed you looking at me the whole way here.”

“Yes, I was looking. Hell, you’re gorgeous!! If a man says he wasn’t looking at you when he was is either lying, gay or mad at you. You have a pretty face, your complexion makes a person at least question your ethnicity, and your boobs sit up so pretty I couldn’t help but look!”

“You’re so sweet. You’re also good for my confidence, too!!”

She rolls on me and starts to rub my chest. She looks at me and as our eyes meet, we kiss. Our tongues are wrestling, she moves her hands to my crotch as my left hand goes to her nipple. My right hand navigates to her thong covered pussy. I feel something like a piercing near her clit. I rolled her over and removed her thong off her legs. I kissed her ankles, calves, knees and thighs on the way to the pierced prize; being her pussy. It was neatly trimmed like a landing strip. At the upper end of the landing strip was a tattoo of a heart. The other end of the landing strip, the business end, displayed a piercing that looked like a ring or much smaller version of a hoop earring. The pussy looked pretty as it was but for some reason the ring caused my mouth to water.

“Show me why you’re called the Lizard. Let me feel your skills.”

Based on how well she went down on me, I know I had to step it up. I kissed her inner right thigh, as close as I could get to her sweet center. I gently bit her and kissed some more, sucking the skin as if to give her a hicky. I moved to the other thigh, repeating the same thing. I kissed her clit and gave it a gentle suck before taking my mouth away from her most sensitive spot. I raised my head, I saw her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Damn, I just started and she’s this receptive? I am going to have a blast!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! I moved her clit ring up and out of my way and teased her clit, kissing it. I let my fingers play with her engorged pussy lips. I’ve heard some people say things like ‘they look like roast beef or it looks like that woman has been worn out’ when a woman has fat or long inner pussy lips. Actually, women that have lips like that are more receptive in my opinion when it comes to sex. To me. It’s a turn on seeing lips like those.

I kissed both of her lips and slid a finger in her. I curved the finger upwards aiming for her G-Spot. She squeezed my finger as if it was a dick. If I was so focused on making her get her orgasm, I would want to get in her and smash right now!! I stayed patient, and kept stroking her G Spot and licking her clit. I felt a tapping on top Bayan Escort of my head. She started breathing heavier and the taps got harder. She was trying to tell me something; I think she wanted me to stop but I kept up the pressure. I sucked on her clit harder and she slapped me on my head!! As I moved away from the pussy, SHE SQUIRTED!! This wasn’t a typical squirt, this was a gusher!! My chest got hit and I was definitely wet all over my torso. I dove back between her legs, determined to get her to come at least another 2 or 3 times. I dove back between her legs but this time, I stuck my tongue in her pussy. I felt the wetness and the moisture dripping out of her. I briefly went up to her clit, slid 2 fingers in her and then moved my index finger to her ass. I rolled her hips up and kissed both of her ass cheeks. I positioned my tongue on her clit and licked from her clit to her asshole. I used my spit and her wetness to lube her ass so I could attack her ass with my tongue and loosen her up for anal. I moved my fingers in and out of her; two in the pink, one in the stink. As I moved in and out I attached my mouth to her clit focusing on her next orgasm. I licked her clit and pumped both holes and felt her pussy squeeze my fingers. Whatever people say about older women not being tight has no knowledge of Kegel exercises. Karen clearly did them. I can’t wait to get inside of her. I pulled my fingers out of her. The look on her face was pure shock.

“Why did you stop? I was so freaking close!! Damn you!!’

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come sit on my face so I can make it up to you, baby.”

I fell back and she sat on my crotch. I lifted her up and lowered her on my face.

“Damn, you’re strong!!”

“You don’t weigh that much.”

“I actually weigh 130 pounds. I’m not that light.”

“Oh but you are, Karen. You’re light to me.”

I adjusted her so my lips met her lower lips and I got back to work. I heard her say something or moan but I couldn’t make it out. I was focused on her next orgasm. It’s my birthday but as a gentleman I aim to please. I flicked my tongue against her clit ring and French kissed her clit. I caressed her clit with my tongue and did a log hog suck. I sucked on her clit until she shook then kissed it lightly multiple times. Her whole body shook and I placed my hands on her lower back to prevent her from falling back.

I rolled her off me to my left. I rolled her legs up, gave her one last lick from the bottom of her vagina to the top of her clit. I tapped her clit six times with the head of my dick before I entered her warm honey pot. I started with a few very shallow strokes and then went in deep. Her eyes got big as I hit bottom. She wasn’t as deep as I thought she’d be but as I was developing a rhythm, she was gripping me oh so nicely. The feeling was so exquisite. I got up on my knees to change the angle and also play with her titties. They say more than a handful is a waste but I have some big ass hands. I was able to palm her breasts easily as I kept my stroking up.

“Let me get on top and ride you for your birthday, Birthday Boy!”

I simply smiled. Hell, who am I to tell her pretty ass no?

I laid back and she took my pussy juice coated dick in her mouth and rubbed her clit before sitting on me. She leaned forward, kissing me and working her hips slowly and agonizing. This was a beautiful torture. I pinched her nipples and told me to ride me faster. She sped up her pace and the feeling was pure bliss. She went on for a few minutes and began to tremble as she came again. She pulled herself off me and bent over motioning for me to get behind her. I sat up and got behind her. Before I entered her, I licked her asshole and it made her squirm.

“You want me there instead?”

“No honey, save that for absolutely last.”

I kissed both of her ass cheeks (damn, they were so wonderfully round) and tugged on her clit then kissed it to make it feel better. I slid in and raised my left leg to get better leverage. I went in with a passion; using deep strokes. It felt as I was pushing her little body across the bed into the headboard. Oh my God, I doubt if I’ve have ever had birthday sex this good.

Working up a good sweat like doing cardio on an elliptical machine or a treadmill she asks me If I’m ready to switch up. I think I was in a daze at that point.

“Switch up to what?” I absentmindedly ask.

“Anal. Did you forget?”

“Damn, I may have. Your pussy is so good I would sing if I could.”

While stroking she asks me what I’d sing. I’m thinking what I would sing then out of nowhere I start singing kind of off key Keith Sweat’s ‘Your Love”

“Your Love, is so good to me.”

She starts laughing and her laughter starts to push me out of her pussy. I start to laugh along with her. I stop laughing to focus and stay in her.

“Never sing while having sex again. I have an idea. Put that big dick in my ass. I’m so ready to have it in my ass. I’m ready now.”

I leaned over to the nightstand to grab a small jar Escort that contained coconut oil. I dipped a finger in it and worked that finger in Karen’s ass. I was able to slide my entire finger in her ass. Yeah, she’s clearly ready to take me in. I smacked her left cheek and kissed her right cheek before lining up to enter her ass. The head seemed to be stuck at the entrance momentarily, but once it got past the spincter, the rest of my dick slid in rather easily. We got a pretty good pace going with relative ease. I tell you that coconut oil is some really good stuff. It’s truly good for lubrication for masturbation or anal sex. It’s natural and feels really good.

I’m knocking out the booty doggy style but I know I may not last much longer if I don’t change positions. I go in balls deep and grab her waistline. I roll to my right taking her with me. I resumed stroking and this position took pressure off my knees. I continued like this for a few minutes. To be honest, I was amazed that I was going this long. I reached to her clit and started rubbing it. I must have touched her at the right time because it didn’t take long until she came again, squirting too. I know I’m gonna have to wash my sheets after this encounter. This is the third or fourth time she has squirted on my bed. Please don’t think I’m complaining. This is merely an observation.

“Pull out. I want to get on top.”

I didn’t want to pull out because she felt so good. I rotated our bodies until I was in a seated position with me still in her anally. I’m glad I was strong enough to pull it off. Rotating from doggy style to reverse cowgirl is not the easiest thing to do but it is damn sure worth it!! I’m having the wonderful view of having that nice round ass just moving up and down, round and round, seeing my dick peek out from her as her lovely ass is moving. I lay flat to enjoy the view and she’s throwing her ass now. She’s really working it now. She’s able to see my legs in front of her and my toes curling up. That seemed to amp her up.

“You like how I’m throwing this ass, birthday boy? Tell me do you really like it?”

“Yes, yes I do. It feels so incredibly outstanding.”

She speeds up her motion. She twerking with my dick in her ass. Holy shit!!

“You like that, huh? You like that?”

Why did I get a quick vision of the Redskins quarterback saying that same thing? It was actually his catchphrase. It kind of helped me not get my orgasm and not shoot in her ass. She had me feeling so good that I thought I was going to be looking for her in the daytime with a flashlight. I slapped her right ass cheek hard, then her left cheek even harder. That flipped a switch in her and she went faster. She is truly throwing her ass. This was reminding me of something from Booty Talk 69 or something. I felt my mind and body was turning into mush at the moment.

“I’m gonna make you cum. You don’t have a choice. You are going to fill my ass.”

She reaches down and caresses my balls while shaking her ass while I am balls deep in her. I swear this has to be my best anal experience EVER!!

“Come on birthday boy, fill my ass up with your cum. Shoot all of it up In me. Fill me up baby, I’m ready to receive it. Shoot it.”

She bends all the way forward and grabs my ankles while moving her ass. I can sense that the end is absolutely near. Holy crap, this feels really good. She sat back up, reached for my balls one last time and BAM!! That was it. It was all over for me as I felt my sperm leave my body and arriving it the final destination being her bowels. I felt six shots go in her and once she felt my body no longer move, she got up from me. A big glop (is that a word?) of cum dropped out of her ass grazing my balls before ending up on the bed.

She turned herself around and laid on my chest.

“Has this been a good enough present for you?

“Hell yeah!! I don’t even know what could top this at this point. Karen this has been really great.”

“Good, I have enjoyed myself too. I need to get up and prepare to leave. What do you have to drink?”

“I have orange juice, cranberry juice, vodka and moscato. Which would you like?”

I bet she says moscato. She has to drive.

“Moscato. I have to drive. Even if I take no more drives, I still have to get home.”

I got up and wrapped a towel around me and went to the kitchen. Karen went to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up. After pouring the wine into glasses, I went toward the bathroom. The door was locked. I knocked but she didn’t answer. I put the glasses in the freezer. I knocked again.

“Karen, are you ok?”

“Yes, I am ok. I can’t let you in right now because I won’t leave. Being next to you feels really good. Let me freshen up.”

“Ok, no problem.”

I heard the shower running. I won’t lie, I wanted to touch her sexy ass again but I do respect the fact that she had to go.

Fifteen minutes later, she exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her. She went into my bedroom and got dressed. I got the wine out of the freezer and went to my bedroom. She saw me and turned her back to me. She turned around again and I handed her the glasses. She turned once more and I zipped up her dress. She handed me my drink and she made a toast.

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The party had been winding down and honestly, I was getting bored. All the interesting people had moved on to the bars and only a few of my roommate’s burnout hanger on buddies were still littering our living room. The music choices had gone south with this group too so I decided the record player on my nightstand and the joint in my drawer I rolled earlier were officially too strong a call to ignore.

Music selection for proper mood adjustment is serious business, and at 2 a.m. some shoe gazing is just about the only thing that will do, I decide. Hopping into the mass of blankets and pillows that is the abyss of my bed, I manage to liberate an arm to go digging in my nightstand for said joint. Apart from the mellow illumination of a lamp, the spark of my lighter adds to the warm glow of my room. Second reason for escaping the crowd, I’ve been horny as hell all night. I don’t know what does it for others, but the energy of fun, of witty conversation, and a fine blend of some alluring people does it for me. I adopt the “don’t mind if I do” attitude as the weed does its job pulling me into waves of relaxation, and before long my hands are caressing up and down my inner thighs. Exploring and gently tickling the fold where my ass creases at my thigh, lightly dragging my fingertips over my underwear hiding my nectar-y depths. Suddenly I hear a playful tap at my door.

“What? Wait, fuck, I mean, who is it -”

I’m caught off guard, stoned, and touching myself. I’m not at my most eloquent. An adorably genuine laugh I recognize announces to me that it’s Theo.

“Caaaan I come in?”

“Yeap, don’t see why not. I thought you’d left a while ago.” I’m guilty of a few private indulgences in this moment and I’m sure he’ll smell it on me but I’m too tired to really care at this early hour.

“Yeah well Rosy caught me out on the balcony for-fucking-ever as she talked me through one of her latest woke epiphanies.”

“She’s been having a lot of those lately it seems. You know she’s crazy about you, right?”

“She’s not very subtle. Hey, wait a minute Miss, are you holding out in here having a party for one?”

I blush before realizing he’s just noticed the joint in an ashtray.

“Help yourself,” I toss the lighter lazily so he has to reach to catch it. Taking a deep hit he falls into my bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

“Fun party.”

“Yeah, John’s friends are a bit of a yawn and they seem to hang around the longest but earlier it was fun. You headed out?”

“Why, are you kicking me out?” He eyes me playfully, “I’m in no rush.” He then hesitates and gives me a bit of a weirder look, “though I did notice you were busy. I can let you get back to it, if you like.”

“Uhhhhh,” and a nervously too loud laugh is all my dumb brain can produce. “Well, I mean, fuck. I gave in to an urge… wait, were you spying on me?”

“If one is leaving the bathroom,” he points, “your door left cracked open is the perfect angle to get a shot of the action. If you ask me, you wanted to be caught.”

“I see. So you didn’t linger then, before knocking?”

Now it was his turn to blush. He’s about to say something when another knock comes at the door and Rosy’s muffled voice asks if I’ve seen Theo.

“Fuckkkk, whyyyy,” Theo whisper moans. “Help me hide.”

“Hide?” I laugh and he claps a hand over my mouth.

“Emma?” Rosy tries again.

“For real, she’s too much for me right now, best hiding spot, where?”

I point to the open window since his hand is still tight on my mouth and give him an impish grin as he hops off in the direction of the fire escape.

“Emma are you in thereeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

“Yeah,” I call back, “Sorry, I had dozed, what’s up?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yep.”

“Have you seen Theo? I think he Irish exited, again.”

“You know Theo.”

“Uhhhhhgggg,” she complains. “One of these days I will have my way with him.” She leaves, head flung back in dramatics.

After a minute I call ‘Olly Olly Oxen Free’ to signal the all clear. Nada. I guess Theo must have done as he does and dissapeared and so I settle back in to continue my night.

“Shirt, beat it.” I announce to myself, pull off my top, and fling it toward the opposite end of my room. Braless as per, I love the instant freedom of whipping my shirt off. Not a second later I hear a subdued laugh and a tap on my window.

“You rat! Tell me you’re still out there.”

“I’m still out here.” Theo laughs some more.

“I gave you the all clear!” I chide as I bury myself under my comforter.

“The window locked behind me.”

“Well?”

“Well aren’t you going to let me back in?”

I think Escort bayan about it for a second and realize there’s no smooth way to keep myself covered so I pull my massive comforter around me as best I can and shuffle to the window.

“Naughty, you.” I chide again as I unfasten the latch. From the darkness outside I see his hand only for an instant before it comes up under my chin and without warning Theo’s lips are on mine. The shiver it sends through my body nearly knocks my knees out. His kiss is intent, his lips lush, and his tongue soon finds mine.

“Wait, wait, waiiitt, what is happening?”

Pulling himself inside enough that he can sit on the ledge and face me he grabs my comforter and pulls me in to his hips, his legs press the sides of my thighs to hold me in place.

“I gave in to an urge.” He cheekily offers up in echo of my earlier admission.

“I didn’t know we had urges about one another.”

“You always were the oblivious one.”

I pull back and give him an incredulous look. “Noooo, you’re fucking with me. Not awesome.” I motion to move away and he slips a cool hand inside the comforter around my warm waist.

“Not so fast – I mean it.”

“Since when!”

“Since always!” He seems to be knocked sideways from his normally relaxed demeanor.

I still don’t quite believe him but don’t want to deny him his words again and make him more uncomfortable. Truth be told, I’m not upset about it. He came into our friends circle through a bandmate of my roommate and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t instantly notice him. He’s always so approachable, and yet guarded. We got along famously but there was never a vibe I picked up from him that he was interested. We quickly clicked in our shenanigans and had become the heckling muppets from the balcony whenever we all hung out together and it drove our friends insane. It was just easy with him. Oh wait – I pause in my thoughts – I am, in fact, an oblivious idiot.

“You never once noticed how I seek you out whenever we all got together? Legit, I suffer all the passes Rosy takes at me, just so I don’t miss a chance to be near you.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to ever, I don’t know, hang out? Alone?”

“I’m shy!”

“No you’re not!”

“Ok, that’s a lie, you make me nervous. Good nervous. I don’t know, I thought I’d been friend zoned, then tonight happened so I made my move and here we are.”

“Mighty awkward of you.”

“Don’t,” he laughs. “Please don’t make this weird for your amusement. I like you. A lot.”

“Well – where do we go from here? You’ve got me in a pretty compromising position.”

“Let me get you into more compromising positions?” He grins, almost sheepishly. Maybe he is a bit shy after all.

Another knock at my door breaks the moment.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Is it almost three? Yeah, it’s her emotionally slutty witching hour. She probably wants to come in and whine about you ignoring her throwing herself at you.”

“What now?”

I think on it for a second.

“I locked the door after she left before. We pretend I’m asleep, smoke the rest of this joint, and maybe you take your pants off.” Even the suggestion of him getting naked causes the aching between my legs to make my stomach flip. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You really mean what you’re saying and it’s not that you just stumbled into a delightful opportunity you couldn’t help but see if you could get in on. I mean, I wouldn’t want to make you feel used or anything…”

Theo moves both hands to either side of my neck, holding my eyes in an almost alarmingly intense gaze. He draws his face closer to mine so our noses touch and then kisses one of my eyelids. “My chest gets tight and my hands sweat when I’m near you, I mean it.”

I run my hands through his wavy hair and his hand drops back to my side. He pinches and tugs at my nipple and my body lights up in response. I have to hold myself back from pouncing on him. His other hand around the back of my neck, he moves my lips to his and without even thinking our bodies are pressed firmly together, our kissing so heavy our deep breaths are making too much noise.

Another knock at my door, “Em, Em, Emmaaaaaaa.” We giggle like kids hidden in plain sight during hide and seek.

“Shhhhh. Seriously, we need to be quite or that very drunk roommate of mine is going to learn what’s going on in here and she will be absolute hell to live with.”

Theo places a knowing finger over his lips before putting his hand back over my mouth and begins kissing just under my ear, across my jaw, and down my neck. With his free hand he pushes the comforter off Bayan Escort my shoulders. The coolness of the night air breezing in from the window causes me to shiver again just as he firmly presses his teeth into my shoulder. I yelp under his palm but he quietly shushes me, his lips grazing my ear. I can feel the atmosphere charge with the eroticism of the first time we’re touching each other needing to be in silence.

I reach a hand out to touch him and he pulls it away and behind my back. Taking his shirt off he crushes his lips to mine and pulls my other hand to meet the one already behind me and ties them together with his shirt.

“You seem to either have some tricks up your sleeve or you’ve thought about this before,” I whisper.

“I’ve definitely thought about you before.” He throws me back onto my bed and I let out a surprised laugh. “You know, you’re going to get us caught,” he scolds before pulling my legs around his waist and his tongue is teasing mine again in no time.

“Tell me what you’ve thought about.”

“Why don’t I just show you,” he offers in such a hushed tone I barely hear him but I feel his words pulse through me.

I make him nervous he said, but now it’s my turn to be nervous. Good nervous. I start trembling and I feel him freeze.

“You’re shaking.”

“Anxious excited is all.”

“Tell me what I need to do to help you relax.”

“Put your hands all over me.”

Without missing a beat Theo firmly grabs my hips and digs his thumbs into the inside crest of my hip bones. It drives me wild, the spark it causes down my legs. Pressing his one hand up along my side he cups my breast and with the other hand pulls my hair at the base of my neck.

“Oh my god.”

“Good ‘oh my god?'”

“Mmmmmmmm,” I bite my lip before moaning into his mouth in a heavy kiss.

I can feel his dick so hard against my leg I angle myself over his thigh to start to gently ride him. He gets the cue and lunges his leg tight to my sex. I want to growl, I want to moan, I want to scream. I think he knows this because his kiss doesn’t let me come up for air and I’m light headed. Though I can’t tell if it’s from lack of oxygen or the thrill of his touch. In the middle of all this he sets my hands free and tears my shorts and panties off in one smooth tug.

Reaching for his pants I slip a hand down inside and feel the dewy warmth of his shaft, sweat from our heavy grinding lightly slicking the inside of his thighs. He lets go of me just long enough to undo his belt and fly, pull down his boxers, and his dick falls out with such a heavy motion I find I’m a bit surprised – though for who knows what reason, I was just gripping it hard – but it’s much more intense, and satisfying, having it out in the open. If I wasn’t horny before, holding his cock in my hand now as he thrusts up into my palm has me going a little wild.

“I know a way to keep us quiet,” I offer.

“Do tell.”

“I’m going to sit on your face and swallow you to the back of my throat.”

I feel his body relax in that moment of sexual overload weakness when something turns you on to the point of no control, but he catches himself quickly.

“Get over here you fucking goddess.”

A quick tussle around the bed and my hips are hovering above his lips. In no time he’s pulling me down onto his face and his tongue is gliding along my aching opening, teasing and sucking, the flat of his tongue finding my clit and lapping at it firmly, maddeningly so. I hold my breath to keep back a groan and marvel at his gorgeous, thick hard-on. Lucky me, I think. I quickly guide his throbbing head deep down my throat. The feel of his smooth cock in my mouth, coupled with the intoxicating warm scent of his sweat, causes me to start bucking my hips against his lips and caress his shaft with my tongue with more abandon. He pulls me tighter onto his face and the orgasm building is getting intense.

“Wait – wait,” I breathily manage and pull myself off him. Laying back into the corner of my bed by the wall I motion with a figure for him to follow me.

“So what’s your style?” he asks.

“In relation to what?” I puzzle.

“How do you like to be physically loved? Personally I usually like things hot and heavy, intense and sometimes a bit rough.”

“How rough is rough?” I ask, intrigued but cautious.

“Do you like to be choked?”

Delightful, I muse, and my answer to him comes in the form of moving his hand to my throat.

“Mmmm,” he presses himself closer to me. “Do you like to be spanked?”

I turn my body underneath him to offer a wide open shot of my ass cheek.

“Yeah?”

“Give it your best Escort shot, but keep it quiet-ish! I’ll let you know when it’s too much. What should our safe word be – ‘Rosy’?” I laugh at the tease. He claps that hand back over my mouth and seems a bit more serious, or focused, I’m not sure which.

“Let’s keep her out of this, how about ‘timeout?'”

He gives a smart little slap that makes me jolt and then uses his free hand to guide his cock to my dripping wet slit. I make a small noise in the back of my throat and he pauses, eyebrow up over one eye.

“Did you say something?”

I shake my head as best I can with the weight of his hand on me. He moves his hand off and lowers his face to my neck.

“Give me permission,” he whispers into my ear.

“Please,” is all I offer.

With that he slowly slides his dick inside me, inch by solid inch, and a wave of pleasure crashes across my body. A deep breath in and he starts rolling his hips into mine. Oooff. The way his cock fills me and he’s tapping my clit with the rocking of his hips – I’m way too turned on at this point and am not going to last long. I think he notices because my breathing becomes heavy and he picks up his pace and tightens his grip on my throat. Then I feel his wet fingers slip between my ass cheeks and begin swirling across my pert little hole before slipping a finger in and it’s too much, too good.

“Cum for me.”

I lose it. I see stars, the rush and the release are so intense I think I black out for a second.

“What, the, actual, fuck.” I finally manage between panted breath as the pulsing of my orgasm slows.

“You like that?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you liked that,” he quietly laughs.

Sitting back on his heels he pulls me on top of him to ride him, face to face. My throbbing little cunt is aching so hard it nearly hurts but I can’t stop myself from grinding on his hard cock. I hear him moan before I feel a quick stinging and hear a loud smack.

“You can’t do that!” I loud whisper, “that was so loud!!”

The sound of him slapping my ass cracks through the muffled silence of our fucking.

“Can’t or shouldn’t?”

I keep riding him and he grips my ass cheeks firmly as he pulls me into him, our breathing getting more labored as we kiss to keep each other quiet.

“Shit, fuck,” he pulls his lips away, presses his forehead to mine and protests. “Honestly baby, I’m close, if you keep riding me like this…”

I bite his lip, hard, and tangle my fingers in his hair. It feels too good to slow down.

He lets out a determined breath and really starts slamming my hips into his. The feeling of his dick hitting even deeper inside me is startling and I begin to tremble and let out a trembling moan into his mouth. I feel his body tense as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist and holds me to him, rocking up into me. Finally he breaths out a sigh of release and pulls me down onto him on the bed. Our skin is slick with sweat from working so hard to keep close and quiet, and the heat radiating between us is cooled by the breeze from the window.

“You are one lucky man.” I tell him after our breathing steadies and we lay this way, just gazing into one another’s eyes as the sweat evaporates from our skin.

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Oh, well, I meant you’re lucky I’m on birth control.” I give him a cheeky half grin with a raised eyebrow.

He laughs, a bit nervously, and kisses me. “Wow, how fucked up would that have been if… I am a massive idiot, you have every right to kick me out onto that fire escape, naked, and never speak to me again after a stupid move like that, I promise I’m not in the habit of doing that…” his eyes change, “I’m really, truly sorry. How do I make it up to you?”

“You get a pass, this time. Happily I’m not that reckless and I’d have told you from the outset if the situation was otherwise… I like that you couldn’t help yourself.”

“My brain definitely stops functioning fully around you. Remember that really embarrassing time last week when I started stuttering that we somehow have never mentioned since it happened?”

“Haha, yeah I wondered what that was about. I thought you were just way too drunk.”

“I was, but I was also working up the courage to tell you I liked you.”

“Well, next time I’ll just sick Rosy on you and you can escape into my room again. That seemed to do the trick.”

“Fuck, please keep that girl away from me. I’ll never leave this bed if you don’t promise me immediately.”

“Well then where’s my incentive to promise?”

Grabbing my chin like he did earlier in the night on the fire escape, he teases my lips with his tongue before parting them and kissing me deeply once more. My body responds and his other hand grips my ass so tight it almost hurts. I like it. Next time I think I’m going to make him fully tie me up, that’s how he can make it up to me.

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“Dave?” I could have sworn I heard my name being called, as I came to.

“Dave? Are you awake?” this time, more insistent and definite. A husky female voice from the darkness.

In the darkness, I rubbed my eyes – attempting to rub the image of sinking into the ample cleavage of the blonde from my dreams. Someone had better have a good reason for this rude awakening.

My surroundings were odd, something I could not put my finger on quite yet, but I sat up and answered.

“I’m here, wassup?” my tongue was clearly still half asleep (obviously it was offended at being woken from the dream about the top-heavy blonde).

“Sorry to wake you Dave, but I need your help with something.” the owner of the female voice was now outside my door. “Do you mind if I came in?”

“Come in.”, and a second later, my eyes were screwed up in pain, as the room light came on.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to wake you.” My bleary eyes were now accustoming themselves to the invading light, but it would still take time to get fully used to it.

“Come on, sit down.” I gestured, patting the bed next to me.

The voice’s owner padded over and sat next to me on the covers. I could smell perfume, and feel the warmth from the body. However, my eyes had come back to me, and I could behold the owner of the voice. Tracy, my University crush from 20 years ago. Tracy had continued to blossom in the intervening years, and had looked after herself. An all natural, stunner – blonde (my weakness), high cheekbones, full chest, thin waist, full hips and long legs (as long as mine – she’d bet me when we first met, and I lost). Wrap that up in a practically indecently sheer babydoll nightdress and you’ve got the picture.

My eyes could hardly keep off her body as I asked, “What’s up? It has to be something important…” I was in a hotel room, Tracy had come through the adjoining door which lay open to her lit bedroom.

“It’s something Fred said tonight.” Fred was how we had met. He’d been on a year’s study at my University all that time ago, and had been the lucky sod to have Tracy on his arm all through that year and beyond.

“Well, after a few drinks it does seem to free his inhibitions.”

“I know, but he said a few things to me that I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about, and can’t seem to sleep.”

“Right,” I rolled my eyes – this was going to take a while. “I’ll get the coffee on.”

“No, I think a something a little more stronger.” said Tracy. She suddenly got up, and sashayed back to her room, before calling back “How’s bourbon? I’ve got some here.”

“Good with me.” bourbon had always been Tracy’s go-to drink for toasting success, handing out sympathy, or anything else for that matter.

She returned with the bottle, and two of the hotel glasses.

“Try the bucket, Tracy, I think I may still have ice left from earlier.”

Tracy detoured to the ice bucket on the crappy unit, bending over and giving me more than an eyeful than she probably realised. She dropped ice into each glass, wandered back over to the bed before pouring a healthy measure for each of us. Offering me a glass, we clinked and each took a sip.

“Well…” I said.

“Fred gets nasty after a few drinks, one of the reasons we split up.” Tracy’s voice and the bourbon were hypnotic, and my eyes struggled to look into her eyes for any length of time. It doesn’t help when she was just right there. On my bed, within touching distance.

“I knew we shouldn’t have invited you over for the reunion.”

“Hey, not your problem. No skin off my nose. Tonight aside, I’m having a great time over here. The weather is better than back home, the company is wonderful and…”, I leant over and whispered in Tracy’s ear (sneaking a peek down that glorious valley of tit-flesh) “the chicks over here are going mad over Escort bayan my ‘cute British accent'”. We both laughed, and my stomach dipped when I saw the womanly wobble of her chest as she laughed. She thumped me playfully on the shoulder.

“You don’t have to enjoy it so much.”

“Look Donna is a grown girl, who clearly has taste when it comes to men.” Donna had virtually fallen over herself during our meal earlier, our table’s ‘waitress for the evening’ could not have done more for me.

“‘Oh Dave'” Tracy mimicking Donna from earlier, “‘I just LOVE your cute British accent. Anything you want, please just ask'” again giving rise to more laughter, and a chest movement that caught more than my eye’s attention.

Fred, had not taken it quite as well as Tracy had. We’d gone to his favourite restaurant, and I’d been fawned over by his favourite waitress, to the point that he’d just blown a gasket.

“You sure you are alright about how things went?” Tracy asked.

Towards the end of the reunion meal, and in front of the rest of the table, I’d been told to ‘Fuck off back home’ by Fred. As I said no skin off my nose, I’d not come to see Fred, it was the others…well Tracy really.

“What are you going to do? You’re here for another week, and he doesn’t want to see you.”

“Fred needs to grow a pair.” I downed the rest of my bourbon, before offering my glass to Tracy for a refill.

Tracy, looked at her glass, downed the contents, and poured us another.

“Indeed.” She fell silent, contemplative.

The wait I endured was worth it. I managed to take in the wonderful Tracy with my eyes again.

“Well, after you left the restaurant. Fred got nasty, and as we left he said some unkind words about you to me.”

“Well, if he can’t say it to my face, it probably isn’t worth worrying about.”

“He said, you’ve a massive cock, and shagged your way through University” she blurted out, and took a big gulp of bourbon before looking at me. Bursting into laughter, I just could not help it. Poor Tracy looked mortified.

“Well, some of that is true, some of it isn’t.”

Tracy just looked at me, silently.

“Ok, you’ve got to believe me when I say I didn’t just shag my way through University.” Partially true, having discovered girls at University, studying paled into insignificance, and I’d only just scraped a degree in my final year. “However, for me, I’m just normal.”

Tracy looked straight into my eyes and said “Fred said that Mary says it is huge, and she couldn’t pee properly for a week after a one night stand with you.” Mary’s 5′ 1″ body had struggled to accommodate me, but my recollection is that she left my room with a smile on her face the next morning.

“Mary is exaggerating, and it was her choice not to use the KY.” Again, I was thumped on the shoulder.

“So it is true?”

“Tracy, to me, I’m just normal.”

We both took a long sip of our drinks, before Tracy looked me back in the eyes and said something that no doubt was what she’d needed the dutch courage for, “Fred said that I should probably go and fuck you since I’m such a size-queen.”

I must have gawped at that comment, as she reached over and closed my open mouth with her red nailed forefinger.

“I had to go look up what size-queen meant, but it does kind of make sense. I’ve always felt the urge to have my pussy properly filled. For our married years, my vibrators were always bigger than Fred’s dick; and since leaving him, I’ve developed a taste for big cock.” She placed her hand on my lap, and took a sip from her glass. “Who would have known it would be right here.”

My mind was screaming ‘Play it cool’, but the stirrings from my groin were definitely preparing for action.

“…(cough)…Well, I don’t know what to say.”, this was unexpected. Having been given Donna’s Bayan Escort number at the restaurant, I had planned to get my action with the waitress, but this opened other options.

“Look,” she held my gaze, “You can either go fuck Donna. Who’s old enough to be your daughter. Or you can fuck someone who can fuck your brains out, and could suck a baseball up a hosepipe.”

Again, she leant over and closed my mouth with her finger. Then she rose from the bed, picked up the bottle of bourbon, and sashayed back to her room.

“Bring the ice bucket when you come.” she said through the open door way.

It took me a moment to get out of bed, and take myself and the icebucket. This was all it took for Tracy to toss her indecent babydoll through the door. I almost tripped over my tongue in anticipation.

“Anyone order ice?” I said in the doorway. I’d wondered why she’d booked rooms with an interconnecting door, but it now made sense.

“Me.” Tracy was lying on her side on the bed. Clothed she looked beautiful, naked she was a knockout. I admired her body from the doorway. Her full breasts pooled on the bed, her flat stomach, a cheeky tattoo (south of the belt-line), shaved pussy, protruding lips and with her long legs crowned by her tanned thighs, I’d died and gone to heaven.

She beckoned me over, I thought she was going to go straight for me (I’d always slept in the nude), instead she went for the ice bucket, pulled out a cube and put it in her mouth. She withdrew the cube, rubbed it over her lips, down her neck to one, then the other breasts before circling the nipples twice, and diving down to her other lips. Spreading her legs slightly, she rubbed the cube along the slit, paying attention to the clit, before easing the cube into her hole. She then removed the cube, and dropped it in my drink.

Speechless, my body did the talking, twitching, filling, rising to the occasion. I took a swig from my drink before putting it down and diving onto the bed.

We kissed furiously, tongues lashing, hands roaming over each others body, each of us moaning when the other found some new sweet spot.

“Holy fuck Tracy.” I gasped, breaking lip contact. “You still have a hot body. Donna has nothing on you.”

“Thanks mmmffm, mmfffm, I’m glad you approve, OH FUCK yeah, right there.” I’d finally found her hard clit, and it was sensitive. If nothing else, being well endowed had taught me that girls need to be really wet before they try and take me, and that was where I was heading right now (via those fucking boobs).

It seems that her clit was not the only thing sensitive. Tracy’s nipples, erect from the ice cube sent shivers through her body when I lavished attention on them, and they’d have got more attention were it not for the two hands on my head, pushing me, insistently, southwards to her cunt. I traced circles with my tongue around her belly button, before resisting the pressure on my head no more, and descending to her slit.

Her protruding lips were devoured by my mouth, my tongue probing, flicking her clit and running up and down her hole.

“God, I am so fucking wet.” she whispered to me.

That gave me sufficient encouragement to bring first one then two fingers to her hot, wet hole, running them up and down, before making her moan as they were slipped into her cunt, as my tongue darted back and forth across her clit. This resulted in moans and Tracy grabbing my hair as she bucked and moaned through her first orgasm.

“My turn.” she said, sitting upright and pushing me gently back. She kissed me, tongue licking her taste off my lips before she too descended southwards. No roundabout journey this time, both hands latched onto my manhood with room to spare. This spare space was quickly taken up by her tongue, lips and mouth as she started on my cock. I sat back and watch, Escort what I can only call expertise in sucking cock. She slurped, sucked licked, swallowed every inch of my cock, and balls.

“God, I love the taste of big cock.” she said eyes locked onto mine, a rope of saliva momentarily joining us both, before she plunged her lips and mouth down, resulting in a religious moment from me also.

“God, you can blow cock like a pro.” Again she looked me in the eye and smiled as she licked, and caressed my rock hard cock.

“However, I need this cock in my cunt.” she said after releasing my cock with an audible pop from her mouth. She sat up and rolled onto her back, before lifting her heels behind her head. I needed no second invitation, and I swear she lifted her head up to watch me enter her.

Kneeling in front of this cougar, I experimentally felt her cunt with my fingers, but she was more than ready for me. Shuffling forward, I guided my cock to her slit and rubbed it along the slick lips a couple of times, before pulling back and aiming for glory.

Her eyes were rooted on our union, until the tip slipped in, and they shut with a loud moan. Damn, the girl’s pussy was hot, thank fuck she was as wet as she was, as over the next couple of minutes, I squeezed, persuaded and swore my way into her love tunnel inch by inch.

Fully in, I bent down and kissed her, before looking into her eyes, eased nearly all the way out and back in. This caused her to become wide eyed and express.

“OH FUCK.”

I continued at this pace for a few strokes.

“YES.””OH FUCK YES”

“YEAH, RIGHT THERE.”

Stopping with my balls against her arse, I took her ankles, placing them on my shoulders and started to ease in and out.”FUCK, GOD, THAT FEELS…””FUCKING AMAZING.”

After a few minutes of this, I could feel tension building deep in her pussy. I could also feel tension in my balls too, this fucking woman’s pussy was milking my cock like no-one else I’ve ever fucked.

Letting go of her ankles, one of my hands found nipple, and the other her clit. This seemed to have the desired effect, I could feel her cunt gripping, squeezing my cock, as she started to squirm. Just as well, as all this pressure was doing nothing for my staying power – it had been months since being with a woman, and my cock was enjoying the ride of a lifetime here.

I picked up my pace and started to long stroke fuck her. Her unintelligible moans of pleasure signalling that we were giving each other what we were after. Unbelievably, I was able to keep this up long enogh for Tracy to start to wail, then suddenly go tense, with her legs twitching on my shoulders. Meanwhile, her pussy had clamped onto my cock and I could neither move in or out until the orgasm washed over her.

She opened her eyes, said “I want your come. In my mouth, jizz on my face. I don’t care, I want it now.”

Not wanting to keep a lady waiting I withdrew from her slick hole, shuffled up the bed on my knees and started to masturbate.

“Oh no, you’re not allowed to do that, only me.” and with that she leant forward and sunk her lips onto my cock, and sucked. Up and down, as deep as she could manage, for as long as I could manage.

“Tracy, I’m going to blow”, a muffled “Aha” with her lips wrapped around my cock. All the time I could feel from my balls the rising come, Tracy was indeed correct when she said she could suck a baseball through a hose, her suction action was literally dragging my come up from my balls.

Tracy seemed to know when I was firing, as she pulled off me, jerking me off into her mouth, all the time looking up at me, whispering for my big cock to give her the come. She missed with my first shoot, it firing up her face to land on her cheek, but the rest she greedily caught in her hungry mouth. It wasn’t too long before a red nailed finger scooped up the wad on her face and it was transferred to her open mouth full of come. Squeezing every last drop from my cock, she lapped her tongue in it a couple of times, before swallowing in one gulp and showing me her empty mouth.

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