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“It’s no use,” she thought. “I can’t bend that far.”

Frustrated, she weighed her options. Leaving the sliver in was not a choice. It was right in the crease where her leg met her ass and it hurt like hell. That’s what she got for wearing short shorts and sitting on that old, splintered bench. She silently cursed him for his choice of furniture. Living alone didn’t mean he needed to take the bachelor pad stereotype so seriously, furnishing with anything he could find no matter the condition. There was no way around it, she had to ask for help.

“How the hell do you get a sliver there?” he asked her, after she had mustered the courage to call him in and explain her predicament.

“Well maybe if you got some decent furniture, I wouldn’t have!” she replied. “I really don’t want to sit and debate this, I want this thing out!”

His patience was wearing thin. “Hey, you’re the one who asked for help, excuse me if I have questions! Just turn around, put your hands on the counter and let me take a look.” With a huff, she obliged. “Can you sort of lean forward, or tilt your hips up a bit?”

She couldn’t help but picture what this would look like if anyone else was there. Her against the counter in a tank top and panties, legs spread and hips tilted forward while he stared at her to get a better look. She could feel his warm breath on her thigh as he examined the sliver and she suddenly felt very exposed.

“It’s not bad at all, I just need to kind of- hold onto you with one hand to pull the skin tight, okay?” he said.

“Okay, just do it!” she replied. He slid a hand onto her inner thigh, using his thumb to lift her cheek from her leg and she gasped. His touch had sent chills down her spine. She felt the heat rise in her face.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine. Your- your hands were cold, that’s all.”

“Sorry your mecidiyeköy escort majesty, next time I shall warm them in anticipation of you needing help” he answered with a sarcastic laugh.

The mixture of his breath on her thigh and the touch of his hand sent her head spinning. She struggled to maintain composure, but couldn’t keep thoughts of what else she’d like those hands to do out of her head. “He is just a friend” she thought. “This isn’t a good idea, you need to calm down.” But her body was already reacting. She could feel the heat in her thighs and her panties getting moist. She hoped he didn’t notice.

“Okay, hold still” he said, giving the tweezers a swift pull. “Got it! See? not bad at all” He stood up and set the tweezers on the counter, but his other hand was still on her thigh. As he removed it, she felt his finger slide, softly and deliberately, over the wet fabric of her panties. An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips as she grabbed onto the counter to keep herself steady.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. She could feel his breath hot on her neck and the bulge in the front of his shorts that lightly pressed against her ass. She couldn’t find any words to say, so she pressed back into him. “Maybe we should apply pressure to the wound” he mumbled, his face buried in her hair. Her hands gripped the counter tighter than ever as he began to grind against her. She could hardly breathe. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this” he said, sweeping her hair off of her neck and softly kissing it. She moaned softly. He pulled back and turned her around, lifting her onto the counter and kissing her deeply on the mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her legs wrapped tightly around him. Not breaking the kiss, he reached into her tank top and unhooked her merter escort bra, carefully removing it and leaving her in her tank and panties. He kissed his way down her neck, burying his face between her breasts. “You smell amazing.” He began to massage and kiss her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. “You are so sexy, I can’t believe I am actually doing this. Are you okay with it?”

“Yes!” she gasped, finding her voice again out of fear of him stopping. She pulled his face up to hers and passionately kissed him, her tongue gently tracing against his lips and exploring his mouth. He was an amazing kisser, it was as though no matter what either of them did, the other was a step ahead. She felt as though she was going to melt. Their hands slowly and carefully explored one another. She realized how little she knew his body. She’d always just looked past it, he was a friend. Now that she was seeing him in a new way, she noticed so much- how good he smelled, how firm and smooth his shoulders felt. He seemed so solid and strong. She couldn’t believe it hadn’t dawned on her before how sexy he was.

He slid his hands around her ass, lifted her up and carried her toward the bedroom, sitting down on the bed as with her in his lap as he continued to focus his attention on her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples. It gave her goosebumps. She slowly slid off his lap and knelt next to the bed, staring hungrily into his eyes as she loosened his belt, unzipped his shorts and slid her hand inside. He was rock hard. She purred as she freed his thick cock from his boxers. It was gorgeous. His skin was so smooth, it felt like velvet. She began to stroke him as she moved her mouth toward his cock. She teased him with her tongue, reveling in the power she felt as he moaned and ran his hands through mutlukent escort her hair. Her thighs ached with the anticipation of feeling him inside of her. She ran her tongue over the faint trail of hair that led up to his navel, and softly kissed him all the way up to his neck, her breasts gently grazing his body on their way up. He put his arms around her and they leaned back onto the bed. She straddled him as he pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her hardened nipples. She removed his shirt as he let his shorts fall the rest of the way to the ground.

She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear, “I need to feel you inside of me.”

He turned her onto her stomach and she got onto all fours as he slid her panties down and removed them. His fingers traced her swollen pussy and she shuddered as she felt his cock press against her. His skin was so warm. She gasped and softly said his name. He used his hand to guide his cock, sliding it slowly against her wet slit, hitting her swollen clit with every pass. Then he began to press the tip into her, slowly. Just when she didn’t think she could stand the teasing any longer, he plunged in, the sudden feeling of fullness making her cry out. She leaned into his thrusts, moving her hips as he massaged her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, and when it was almost there, he stopped and laid on the bed next to her.

“I want you to ride me.” he said. She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. He was in so deep that her clit pressed against him as she moved back and forth. He licked his fingers and began to massage her nipples. She started grinding against him harder. She was so close, so was he. Harder and faster, barely breathing, she felt the pressure build until finally the orgasm overtook her. Feeling her pussy clamp around him sent him over the edge, filling her with his hot seed. She collapsed onto the bed next to him, both of them breathing heavily and hardly believing what had just happened. She wondered if she should say something.

“Thanks for helping me with my sliver.” she whispered.

“Huh? Oh-no problem.” he said, draping an arm over her. “You let me know next time you get one, I’ll be right there.”

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Hedonism 4

The sun had only just begun to sink over the Western tip of the island when Adele and I sauntered into the bar and ordered some drinks. Adele chose a small beer to cool her down whilst I went for my favourite tipple of rum and coke. The barman started to pour a cheap rum from the bottle on the sunken part of the bar in front of him but I stopped him and told him I wanted Appleton rum. Smiling at me he gladly poured my desired beverage and we found a table and sat down. The room was half full of couples and singles and Adele and I felt that many of the single guys were already eyeing us up. With our sexy wrap around scarves barely covering our waists and panties, accompanied by our tight t shirts tied around the waists, it came as no surprise that we were being eagerly watched by many pairs of male eyes; along with some female ones.

Adele and I had decided to dress alike, for fun, only my wrap around was pink and lemon while Adele sported a pale blue one. Our panties matched our waist scarves and our t shirts were both white. Without a bra we knew the blue fluorescent lighting would show our breasts to the full once we hit the dance club.

Dave and Alan had decided to go into Mo’bay to ‘check out the local talent’ as they had put it and, to be honest, Adele and I had seen enough of them for one day, literally, and we had both felt like a change for tonight at least. Tonight we were on the pull. Or, to be precise, ready to be pulled.

Several guys of various shapes and sizes approached us and offered to buy us a drink. By ‘buy’ they actually meant fetch as the drinks were all inclusive. We declined all offers as neither of us fancied any of the ‘talent’ that had approached us; besides the night was young and the club was about to open. Once on the dance floor we could assess the male inhabitants more closely as they gyrated their bodies in an effort to impress. Once we had adjourned to the club Adele and I danced together for a while before returning to a table on the side of the dance floor.

Most of the inhabitants of the club were dressed scantily in shorts or tiny dresses that hugged their bodies and showed off their youthful figures. Even the older couples wore clothing that was far too young for them. But what the heck; they were on holiday.

A tall American approached our table and asked for a dance and, smiling, Adele accepted and I watched as she gyrated her slender hips around the floor. Her breasts, hugged tight by her T shirt, were highlighted by the lighting and I felt my pussy moistening as I watched her movements that emanated sex appeal. Her panties could easily be seen beneath her waist scarf and I could swear I could smell her pussy scent. But it was just my imagination.. or more likely my desire.

During the next four hours we both danced with many guys as well as with each other; some in close contact with our partners and most of those soon produced a hardness inside their shorts once their arms and hips had met ours. But, in the end, it was none of the guests that ‘did’ it for either of us.

Winston and George were local boys who worked behind the bar and it was them that Adele and I ended up becoming involved in deep conversation with during one of their breaks towards the end of the evening. It was them that we took back to our room once the club closed around 3.00am.

The two Jamaican lads had sneaked a couple of bottles of coke from the bar after we had told them we had bottles of rum and whiskey, from the flight over, inside our room. Once inside we filled the glasses and switched acıbadem escort on the portable cd player Adele had brought and, for a little while, we just sat on the balcony drinking and laughing and getting to know each other. A slow track came on the player and Adele stood up and reached her hand out for mine.

“Dance with me Princess” she murmured softly. Moments later we were in each other’s arms with our hips and breasts pressed tight together as we slowly danced around the balcony. Winston and George sat back, glass in hand, and their wide eyes glistening from out of their dark Jamaican faces as they watched us gyrating together sensually and erotically. Adele kissed me and I melted into her as our tongues reached deep into each other’s mouths. Our nipples grew erect as our bodies heated up in the cool of the morning air. We both knew that the boys were being turned on by our show of affection for each other but we were oblivious to them as we concentrated on each other. Our hands began to roam up and down each other’s body as our passion grew in intensity. Our kisses became more sensual until our legs started to tremble beneath us and we knew we just had to have each other. Adele pulled her lips from mine as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Glancing at the boys we both noticed the large bulge that their cocks were making inside their black, uniform trousers and I smiled at them as we stepped from the balcony into the bedroom.

“Finish your drinks and watch if you want to.. but for now I need to be with my girl.” I whispered to them as we passed.

Once on the bed our sexual passion could not be held back any longer and we virtually ripped each other’s clothing from our bodies and our mouths met again as we stroked and fondled each other’s breasts and thighs. We didn’t notice the boys leave the balcony and take up 2 chairs in the bedroom as our minds were only on each other. I felt Adele’s fingers suddenly touch my wet pussy and my body jerked into her hand as her fingers slid inside me. I almost bit her tongue off as my hips rammed forward to accept her probing hand and my juices began to flow freely as Adele finger fucked my slit like the expert she was.

With her fingers still inside me I dropped my head to her nipples and began to suck and nip at them sending shivers rippling through her whole body as our passion grew and grew. My first orgasm hit me suddenly and I almost screamed as I writhed on the bed. My teeth bit a little too hard on the nipple in my mouth and Adele jerked backwards. I managed to murmur a ‘sorry’ and she replied she was ok just as her fingers drove that little bit further into me and my juices flooded down her hand.

Moments later we were in a 69 and her pussy was heaven in my mouth as I licked and sucked at her wet slit. Meanwhile my second orgasm began to build just as Adele erupted into her first. I tasted her juices on my probing tongue as she spurted her love nectar freely over it and her sweating body jerked frantically beneath me. I came again moments before I felt a hard pair of hands on my thigh. I looked around and saw Winston kneeling on the bed beside me. He was stark naked and his cock made my eyes water and my clit jump in anticipation. I had heard stories of black men’s cocks but the size of Winston’s was beyond belief. I glanced up at Adele’s face and saw George knelt over her head, cock in hand, and Adele gazing up at his balls from beneath him. Not quite so big as Winston’s but it was still a good 10” long and akbatı escort as thick as any girl could take with ease. I slid my body from between Adele’s legs and lay on my back beside her, my head at her feet, just as Winston lowered his hands to my still wet slit. A moment later his head dropped and, just before my vision was blocked, I saw George lower his cock into Adele’s upturned mouth. The smile on her face was a delight to behold as her mouth opened and, somehow, the huge cock entered it almost to the hilt. Adele was an expert at Deep Throat and with these two cocks to play with we both needed to be.

I screamed as Winston’s tongue entered my slit and his hand began to pinch at my nipples. He was between my open legs with one arm stretched up my waist to my breasts and was alternating between right and left as he fondled, moulded and pinched gently at them. Meanwhile his tongue was driving my clit wild as his other hand slid beneath me and I jerked my pussy up into his face as his finger found my anus and probed just inside. His tongue then began to flick from my slit to my clit where he flicked at it smoothly and expertly sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I could hear, through my own moaning, Adele as she sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth and, as I glanced to the side I saw George bend his body over hers into a 69 and heard Adele’s scream of delight as his tongue entered her womanhood.

Meanwhile Winston was sucking greedily at my slit and sending the same sort of ripples through my own body as he brought me to yet another orgasm. My pussy was now so sensitive I just had to let it have a rest and slide from beneath him and motioned for him to lay down on his back. As I scrambled to my knees I looked at Adele who’s mouth was still sucking greedily on the big, black cock inside it. Her eyes rested on mine and she smiled, as best she could with her mouth so full of cock, and I smiled back and blew her a kiss. I then turned my attention to the huge cock waiting for me. My head dropped and Winston let out a loud moan as my mouth encompassed his thick shaft and I took it just over half way down the long length. Flicking my studded tongue over the tip I felt the monster jerk in my mouth and knew he would explode quickly.. But I wanted that cock in my pussy first. I eased up my attention and just licked at his balls for a while, then back to his cock, a few sucks on the shaft then off again and back to his balls.

He almost screamed when my finger slid under him and entered his arse. His cock jerked and I knew if I didn’t mount him soon it would be too late. Meanwhile George had decided it was time to feel Adele’s pussy around his cock and he changed positions so that her legs were over his shoulders and around his neck. I saw the look of anticipation on Adele’s face as she felt the tip of the monster at the entrance to her slit. I bent my head to hers and kissed her before straddling my legs over Winston’s waist and lowering my pussy onto that thick, jerking cock beneath me. I looked deep into his eyes and smiled as I lowered myself onto it. Slowly I fed it into me until the whole length was buried in my soaking wet slit. And then I rode him. Like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco I rode him. Up and down I plummeted on and off that thick cock as Winston groaned in pleasure beneath me. I suddenly changed position from being on my knees to standing, crouched above him. I lowered my pussy onto him again and then began to raise and drop myself onto his throbbing cock. He raised aksaray escort his head and I knew he could see his cock sinking in and out of my slit as I brought him almost to the end. But he was lasting longer than I thought he would so decided it was time for a different position. I leaned down to his head and whispered sexily..

“You want to take me in the arse hon?”

The handsome Jamaican’s eyes widened with delight as he murmured back. “Oh God yes Linda.”

Moments later I was on my knees with my back to him as he knelt behind me. Adele was still on her back with her legs around George’s shoulders and her pussy was being pummelled like crazy and her eyes were watering in pure pleasure from the hard fucking she was getting. I moved my head down to her face and we kissed frantically just as I felt Winston’s hands on my hips. The tip of his cock touched the entrance to my bum hole and I relaxed my muscles in anticipation of the arse fucking I was about to get. I smiled as I felt Adele’s hand move from her side and her fingers slid deftly inside my pussy as our tongues flicked wildly back and forth in each other’s mouths. I screamed as Winston entered me. I knew it would hurt; my arse had never taken a cock as big as his, but a small amount of pain is a turn on for me and, with Adele’s fingers fucking my slit I went to heaven.

Winston started to shout as he drove into me.. “Oh my God. Oh God Linda your arse is so tight. Oh yes Yes yes.. Take me. Take my cock you sweet thing. Take it all.

And he fucked me. He fucked my tight arse like it had never been fucked before. I screamed into Adele’s mouth and felt her body shake as another orgasm swept through her. George was still fucking his huge cock into her as she gripped his neck tightly with her ankles and he, too, was shouting obscenities as he reamed into her. How these two guys lasted so long I will never know. But I was in heaven as Adele finger fucked me and Winston arse fucked me with long, deep slow strokes.

Suddenly he shouted to George. “Change over. Quickly. I want to spunk into Adele’s mouth while you spunk into Linda’s. My mind erupted in anticipation of this change of events and moments later I was on my back, head side by side with Adele, while George sat astride my tits and Winston sat astride Adele’s. Their huge cocks were poised at the entrance to our mouths and, as if it had been well rehearsed, they lunged their thick cocks at our mouths and we opened wide to accept them.

Winston came first and I glanced sideways at Adele just as a load of white cum seeped from her mouth as she swallowed greedily at the remainder. Next moment I felt George’s cock stiffen just that bit more and then I felt the onslaught of hot sperm as it shot into my throat. I gulped it down as fast as I could but some escaped and trickled out of my mouth. George continued to fuck my face hard as his spunk spurted out in thick globules inside me. Suddenly he pulled out and he began to spurt over my face and hair and finally my tits. Looking sideways at Adele I saw that she too, was covered in white spunk but had a wonderful look of satisfaction spread over her sweet face.

George climbed off me and headed for the bathroom and seconds later I heard the splashing as he relieved himself. Winston collapsed into a chair and Adele moved onto her elbow and looked down at me as I lay there covered in cum and smiling broadly. She bent down and kissed me before commencing to lick George’s spunk from my face and tits. When she had finished I cleaned her up in a like manner and we then headed for the shower.

The warm water flooded over our tanned skin as we began to soap each other down and it wasn’t long before our lips were touching and our fingers exploring. But maybe that is another story….

If you like my stories then please feel free to send me feedback. Your votes would be appreciated as well.

Stay Safe. Sweet Linda

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My first massage was due to an accident. I remember very well the day I got hurt. I was working on an engine block, it was a huge 460 cubic inch Ford and I was pleased that the job had turned out so well.

A nice $500 profit was going to be in my pocket by day’s end, too. Just in time, the rent on the tiny shop I ran was due.

The guy who dropped off the job obviously had some bucks so I went out of my way to impress him. I paid complete attention to every detail, the old worn out engine block was now as brand new as it could be. New pistons, everything refurbished.

I looked up and a huge flatbed truck rolled onto my lot and a lady hopped out. She had on a halter top that was so thin I could see both of her nipples right through it, the matching shorts could not have been smaller and still be called shorts.

She was there to pick up the engine job for her husband who was off building houses someplace. Hell, if I had a woman that looked like her I would never leave home!

She paid me, I loaded up all the parts and secured them, then I looked at that bare block. Puffing up my chest, I reached down and grabbed it, managing to keep a straight face as I walked out with it in a bear hug.

“Oh, my! You are really strong!” The lady said, I puffed up even more at that. I got to the back of the flatbed, there was about a foot more I had to lift to get the block up and on there.

The stab of pain felt like I had been shot right in the small of my back. I didn’t want to drop the block, that was my next month’s rent so I struggled and got the block up onto the truck. I strapped that down, thanked the lady and went back inside to sit down.

The slightest motion brought a stab of pain so severe all I could do was gasp. I had fucked myself up big time.

By evening I could no longer fasten my pants. I barely made it through the next day at work, I did get a back brace and that helped a little.

It was so bad that there was no such thing as a comfortable position. I could not sit or lay down, stand up either. Just a few seconds in one position would cause the pain to build up worse and worse, then I would try to move. That caused a huge stab of pain which eased slightly, then in a few seconds it would build right up again. I spent a lot of time flat on my back on the floor with my knees up, too. I did find that in a tub of warm water I got some relief but I couldn’t stay in the damn tub all day.

Off to the Doctor I went, I didn’t feel like I had any choice. He checked me out and diagnosed me as having a sore back, “probably” a muscle strain.

“No fucking shit!” I thought, not exactly in the best of moods. But I kept my mouth shut as he explained that it would take time and lots of rest for me to heal. Then he prescribed some pills and ordered me to not do any work for at least six weeks.

Like sure, that is going to work. I was self-employed, I had to work. Every goddammed thing I owned in the entire world was in that little machine shop I owned, and I had no helpers, it was just me.

So I took the pills just like he said, but I sure as hell didn’t work that day! In fact, all I could do was sit in my chair and drool. I am positive I talked to myself a lot that day, but I don’t remember for sure. I do know how many flower designs are in my curtains, I must have counted them 50 times.

I have to admit, my back didn’t hurt if I took the pills. Hell, even if it had hurt I doubted I would have given a shit. I cut each pill into 4 pieces and took them that way. It took just enough of the edge off of the horrible pain that I could barely manage to work, at least that way I wasn’t going to chop one of my hands off in one of my machines. By turning my hip and pressing straight I could even manage the clutch in my ratty pickup truck, too.

I decided to try a Chiropractor, what the hell. The guy poked me and probed me, twisted me around and I left hurting worse than I did before I went to see him.

He told me to come back the next day so he could do it again, explaining that any relief would take a very long time and daily treatments. I left with a nice sack full of vitamins.

Needless to say, I didn’t go back.

It was a solid two months later, I was running my boring tool, the hoist I had bought but couldn’t afford helped me with the lifting. I still hurt like hell, and my pants remained fastened only due to a big safety pin I used to close the gap in the front from my back and hips being so swollen.

My right nut felt like it was the size of a bowling ball compared to the other istanbul escort one.

Here I was, barely 28 years old and I was for all extents and purposes, disabled.

One day an old man I knew from some previous jobs came in, he had an engine block he wanted done for an old Chrysler flathead. The thing was huge. I looked at that in chagrin, I needed the job but I just was not sure I could move it around.

The guy spotted that right off.

“Hurting, huh?”

“Yea, I got to lifting too much and did myself in.”

He glanced down at my back brace, grinned.

“I got just the thing for you, go see this lady.” He poked a business card at me. I took it, it read, “Lynn’s Massage Therapy.”

Great. Just what I needed, some oversize female pounding away at me, probably she would kill me. I had seen on TV what a massage looked like a few times in movies.

“I don’t think….” Was all I got out.

“Hey, Dan. She is magic, give it a try. You will like her. I have a bad back too and she helps me. She is not all stuck up and inhibited like most of them.”

I stuck the card in my pocket, promptly forgot about it, went back to trying to work.

Finally Saturday rolled around and I was sitting in my chair at home, one of those frozen bags under the small of my back. I took half a pill on Saturdays, more than normal but all I had to do was sit there with the TV going. Sometimes I would count the patterns in the curtains but by now I knew the answer so mostly I just sat there and stared at the TV. I happened to reach in my pocket and found the card. I read it again, thought about it.

What the hell, I picked up the phone.

A soft voice answered, there was a trace of an accent I didn’t recognize. I asked a few questions, she mentioned she had a cancellation and could get me right in. She told me her rates and gave me directions, so I took a hot shower and drove downtown to her office. It’s a wonder I didn’t kill someone, I could use one leg at a time and not both. Backing down the hill from my driveway meant usually using the big beam at the corner of the barn to stop and change directions. I couldn’t get my foot to the brake pedal fast enough to keep from bumping into it, I had done that three times already.

I found the building, there was a small sign on the door, so I knocked. Thank God it was on the first floor.

The door opened and Lynn stood there. She was about 5′ 6″, easily 10 years older than me, and her shoulders were wider than mine, too. Her hair was cut straight across the front, from the style I guessed she did it herself. She looked rather physical, well defined muscles on her arms. She wore a simple smock that came almost to the floor, even shapeless it didn’t hide the fact that her behind was ample.

Just a woman, not someone I would do more than glance at normally although her face was pretty.

And those arms! Her biceps bulged, her forearms were thick and strong looking.

I figured I was going to die.

“Hell, skip the massage and hire her to do the lifting.”, I thought.

She had me come in and sit in a chair while she sat across from me and asked questions. I explained to her about my back, she nodded, looking down at the brace I wore.

“So where did you find my number?” She asked.

I couldn’t remember the guy’s name but I described him, explained to her that he had said that she could probably help.

“Is it Harold?” She asked. I remembered then, yes, Harold.

She grinned and nodded.

“OK, I will call him and check.”

Now that sounded odd as hell.

She picked up her phone and dialed, said a few words I couldn’t quite hear, nodding at each response. Then she laughed at something he said.

“OK, see you Wednesday!” She told him and hung up.

“Harold says you are all right, I just need to be careful. My style of work is different. OK. Go ahead and take off your clothes and get on the table!”

I just looked at her.

“You haven’t had a massage before, have you?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“You aren’t bashful, are you? I need to work with your body so take off everything and just hop up there. I can help you up if you need me to.”

I sighed, undid my shirt, and the brace. I slipped off my shoes, she sat there in the chair and watched. I hesitated, then undid my pants, stood there for a second in just my briefs.

“Those too!” She said, smiling at my discomfort.

I pulled them down and stepped out of them, totally aware that my dangling 6 inches kadıköy escort and hairy pubes were on display. I flushed at that, realizing how odd I must look with my right testicle about double normal size.

She didn’t look away, either. I rolled up on the table, laying face down. I had to cock one knee out to keep from pressing against myself, but the table had some very soft padding so it wasn’t too bad.

Lynn got up, stepped up to the table. I heard her rubbing her hands briskly, then she put them on my back.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed.

“Your back is very hot.” Then she went to work.

In less than 5 minutes I felt the pain begin to ease, replaced by a warm glow. In short order I also felt myself begin to erect. That got uncomfortable quickly because my hip was pressing against it and the end of my dick was starting to stick out to the side. I wanted to reach down and shove myself into a more comfortable position but not with her standing right there.

“Lift up a little.” She said, patting my bare fanny. I lifted up, she shoved a small pillow under my hipbones, reached under and grasped my cock and slid it sideways.

“There. Is that better?” She asked.

“Uhhh…yea, thanks.” Actually, it was a lot better, too. Lynn was so matter of fact about it I decided maybe things like that were normal. She went right back to work, her hands were now flowing over my shoulders and arms. It felt better than I could ever have imagined, I tucked my arms under my chin and turned my face sideways.

Her hands now dropped to my side, working upward in quick overlapping strokes. I had already forgotten about the pain, all I could think of was those hands. My body rolled slightly with each motion she made, like I was being mildly rocked back and forth. I could feel little tugs in the sore spot on my back as they seemed to relax and then stop hurting.

“Magic!” Harold had said. I was beginning to agree with him.

Then Lynn started in on my legs. First she rubbed out my feet, as she got to each arch her thumb came up over the top and she used her fingers to stroke forward, that felt so good I was in heaven! Then up each calf, first one side, then the other. Then right back and repeat that, then do it again. The blood was beginning to come up, I felt myself react again.

Next she ran her hands up my thighs and she wasn’t careful about that at all. I actually jumped slightly when her fingers brushed my balls. She repeated that over and over until it was all I could think of, each stroke of her fingers went all the way to the top of the inside of my thigh. She stepped over to the other side and did it again, over and over.

Her hands went up and over the cheeks of my ass and off to the side in more repeated motions that spread them out. I turned a bit pink thinking she could very likely see my butt hole. I was also now struggling to not orgasm.

“Lift up again, please.” She asked. I lifted my lower body up and she replaced the small pillow with a larger one, her hand rubbing right across my erection as she did so.

“You needed more room, you have a pretty big one!” She said, a hint of laughter in her voice.

“There. Is that better?”

“Yes, fine, thank you again.”

She went back to rubbing my ass, which now was elevated a full half foot or so off the table. This caused my knees to swing out, I knew she had a clear view of my nuts and rock solid penis. What she was doing with those hands felt so good I didn’t give a damn.

Then she stepped slightly sideways, her hand came down around the curve of my behind and kept right on going up and over my length, her fingers turned and she stroked me on the way back out. That got my attention, I felt myself twitch involuntarily with each stroke. Somehow I managed to not blast off all over the table at that, even though she did it several times, then moved to the other side and did it again!

Those hands were all I could think of, my mind was now blank. The pain I had felt was long forgotten in the mix of the other sensations.

She finally reached down and fondled my balls, that would be the correct word. It wasn’t massage, it was a cupping, fondling motion like she was feeling for something.

“I am checking to see if you have any strains or tears.” She said, her voice soft. She rolled each one around with her fingertips, taking a long time doing it.

Then I heard a sound, glancing back I saw she was pulling on a rubber glove. She spotted my surprised look.

“I need to check you there, too! kağıthane escort I think I can help that swelling.” She smiled.

I just nodded, not quite sure what she was going to do. She picked up a towel and slid it underneath me, then lubed up the glove. I had a feeling now that I knew what was coming.

I felt her finger find my rectum, she pulled one cheek aside with her bare hand. She rubbed her finger back and forth lightly several times directly on my puckered hole, causing my butt cheeks to clench slightly. Her index finger slipped in easily, just a tiny amount at first, then more and more. Finally she had it all the way in, she began to stroke downward as she reached around with her left hand and wrapped it around the base of my penis and testicles. I felt my body release, and spurts blasted out of the end of my cock. The sensation wasn’t like an orgasm, it was a release of some kind. At first there was a stab of pain, then it was almost like taking a leak. She kept up the motion for several seconds, then pulled out and removed the glove. She reached underneath me and removed the towel, replaced it with a fresh one.

“All fine there, you let go very nicely. How does that feel?” She asked, her right hand idly rubbing my behind in small circles.

“That felt pretty good.” I managed to murmur.

“Would you like to turn over now?”

I rolled over carefully on the narrow table, realizing I felt almost no pain at all. My rock hard erection swung into view. I looked at her and she was looking at my cock, smiling.

“Nice big strong young man!” She said, then she stepped to the head of the table and started to work on my shoulders. I felt my erection begin to fade as I became lost again in the sensations.

When she reached my chest and stomach she began to stroke in clockwise circles. That felt wonderful, and even more wonderful when her fingertips began to tease each nipple. Finally she grasped the tip of each nipple lightly between her thumbs and index finger, doing a small rolling motion.

I was now rock hard again. She did several big circles around my lower stomach right across my pubic hair, each time her hands slid under my erection and lifted it. Each touch was a flash of pleasure, I was wanting her to do that some more.

Lynn moved to the foot of the table and began to stroke all the way from my ankles to my groin. Her hands drifted up and over me with each stroke, I could not stop my hips from lifting with each motion. Finally she leaned forward, her palms and fingers resting on each bare thigh. Her thumbs went underneath my testicles from each side and she used them to stroke upwards from the edge of my anus to the base of my now once again rock hard dick. This caused my erection to jerk each time, I sneaked a peek at her and she was watching closely. I closed my eyes and relaxed, just enjoying that.

Then she moved up to my side.

“May I?” She asked, then she reached out and grasped me without waiting for an answer. She began long steady strokes, squeezing at the start and end of each stroke.

“If we can get a solid release the contractions will help with your swelling.” She said, almost to herself. I noticed there was a tiny catch in her voice, she was enjoying her work.

I was completely lost in her, helpless in her hands. It only took a few seconds, I blasted off in the air. She seemed to act startled at that but then she settled down again to a solid smooth rythmm.

So help me, I built up quickly and came again, this time much more powerful than the first one. She held me with one hand and used her other to reach down to the base of my cock and milk it upwards. She even grasped my testicles and squeezed lightly as she held my now softening member in the other hand.

She just held my cock as I softened completely, her other hand busy with her fingers brushing my balls.

Never in my life had I ever felt anything like that.

She let go finally, went to a nearby sink and washed her hands. Then she wetted a towel with hot water and washed me down head to toe, using another dry towel to briskly rub the moisture off.

“You will be fine in a few sessions, will you come back to see me?” She had that same sweet smile on her face.

I nodded, still at a loss for words. She went and sat in her chair as I dressed, I noticed that my badly swollen right testicle was now less than half the size it was before. I even managed to barely fasten my pants, the swelling was way down. I carefully closed the big safety pin and dropped it in my pocket.

It was nearly three full days before the pain in my back started in again.

I picked up my phone and dialed Lynn, feeling a flash of pleasure in my loins at the sound of her voice.

“Sure, Danny. Come by at 5 this afternoon, I look forward to helping you!”

I was looking forward to it myself.

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I walked into your room in the halls of residence. It was a hot summers day, the last before graduation. You were laid out on your bed in boxers and a t-shirt, dozing as the music blared from your stereo.

“Hey you,” I called out. “Can you turn that thing down, there are some of us trying to rest here.”

You sat up with a start. Automatically you reached for the volume control and the music slowly subsided.

“Sorry, what did you want?” You said, propping yourself up on one elbow. At this point my eyes were resting on the large erect cock obviously buried in your boxers. A damp dribble was apparent where the enormous head sat. The boxers barely contained the monster; my eyes were absolutely fixed on it, like I was in a trance or something.

I stepped forward, now only a yard from the edge of your bed, still staring intently on the huge cock hidden from my view. “I,” a pause. “I was just wanting the music turned down.” My voice trailed off.

“Oh,” you answered. Now I could look across your body to the open magazine at your side. It displayed a sequence of photos of two young blondes sucking an enormous cock. I licked my lips looking at those luscious naked bodies and the huge cock they were sharing.

“Is that better?” You asked adjusting, your boxers as you did, a large grin on your face. The red throbbing head appeared over the waistband. My eyes shifted to your display and I licked my lips again. “Do you like my study material?” You continued lifting the magazine so I got a closer view of the naked bodies.

“Eh?” I replied; suddenly realizing I had been caught. “Umm…”

“Come on Tabby, you can say you like it, close the door and I’ll turn the page.”

Without really thinking I closed the door and stepped up to the edge of the bed. You smiled at me with a teasing grin. Your fingers flipped the page. Another four shots of the naked blondes. The first showed the two blondes caressing the huge cock with their hands while kissing each other. The second had one of them swallowing the head while the other ducked down to lick the balls. The third showed a cascade of hot sticky cum streaming from the cock into the faces of the blondes. The final shot was of the two girls kartal escort licking and kissing each other and the cock.

I licked my lips as I looked at the magazine pictures. You tugged at the top of your shorts, exposing more of your hard cock. Your hand was stroking it through the silky material of the boxers.

“Let me,” I said kneeling at your side. My hand touched the silky material, moving slowly to the exposed portion of your cock. I tugged at the waistband some more and you lifted your butt to let me pull the boxers down to your knees.

What stood before my eyes was huge. At least 10 inches and as big as my forearm. I gasped. The balls were cleanly shaven, only a little stubble could be detected. I groaned, taking the huge shaft in my delicate hands. Then you moaned as I gently stroked it, up and down.

My lips were wet with moisture as I watched the throbbing cock slide through my hands with the red painted nails shining in the light. Unable to resist I lowered my head to the pulsing head, letting my tongue dart out across the slit, tasting the precum as it dribbled out.

Then I kissed it gently, right on the top of the head. Again you moaned softly. Then holding it upright I bent my head to lick around both huge balls before moving my tongue up the underside to the head. This time I let my lips close over the soft tissue and slip down the throbbing shaft. It was so hard in my mouth, so big.

I sucked down the throbbing shaft, my tongue licking as I went. I could here your moans, feel your hand on the back of my head, your fingers playing with my ears. Sucking it down I made all kinds of slurping noises. It was so big that I could only take about two thirds of its length before gagging and having to come back up. But then I reversed and traveled down the shaft again.

One of my hands was holding the massive cock straight to let me get a better angle, the other had found its way inside the waistband of my short skirt. My lace thong was damp with excitement and my finger probed past the lacey material to find my swollen red clit.

Up and down the slippery shaft my red lips moved, sucking harder and faster now. One of your hands slipped kaynarca escort inside my blouse, having undone the buttons. I felt your fingers touching my nipples through the lace bra. They hardened as you touched them becoming little hard rocks on my firm breasts.

Again I tasted your precum as I let my tongue sweep across your slit. You shuddered as I touched you with my tongue. I glanced up at you, my eyes smiling. I felt you peel away the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts for your touch. My finger probed my wet, hot pussy as I sucked down your hard shaft again.

“Oh god you’re good,” you said, your voice fluttering slightly. “Oh yeah, suck me deep.”

I let out a moan of pleasure, muffled by your huge cock stretching my mouth wide. I sucked long and hard as I took as much as I could in. the hand at the base of your cock started massaging your balls, gently, slowly. You moaned again.

Without missing a stroke on your cock I stood, bent over you, and climbed on the bed, my legs straddling your head. As I continued to pump your cock with my mouth your hands moved up under the short skirt and pushed aside the crotch of my thong exposing my trimmed pussy.

I felt a finger probe my swollen lips, touching my clit. Your first touch forced me to remove my lips from your cock and moan loudly. I orgasmed immediately, flooding with juice and shuddering slightly. But then I returned to your cock, letting it slip deeper into my hot mouth.

Now your tongue was working hard on my clit, a finger inserted in my tight hot pussy for extra pleasure. So wet and hot I was ready to cum a second time. I felt your finger twist inside me, nearly setting me off again.

Then I felt your balls tighten in my hand, your shaft became more rigid and I knew you were about to blow your load. I sucked harder. You let your mouth away from the sweet scents of my pussy for a moment.

“Oh yeah baby,” you called out. “Oh God, take it baby!”

A spurt of hot creamy cum hit the back of my mouth and I swallowed hard. A second stronger stream spilled down my throat followed by a third. I gulped them down, sucking hard on your cock. More cum spilled into my mouth as your kozyatağı escort cock throbbed away. Somehow you managed to return to my hot aching pussy and suck my clit hard, pushing me over the edge.

My body shuddered with orgasm as I writhed slightly on your face. Your cum was slowing now and I pulled my mouth away, hot cum dribbling down my chin. A final jet hit me on the check and slid to my chin.

“Ahhhh!!!” I cried out as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over my body.

But you weren’t finished with me. Slipping from between us you took your monster cock, still hard, and pushed it past my thong and into my wet pussy from behind as I knelt on the bed.

Soon you were rocking in and out of my tight pussy. More and more of your huge cock disappearing into my hot snatch. I moaned loudly, letting the cum dry on my chin. My breasts dangled from the open shirt and one of your hands reached up to maul them, feeling the hard nipples.

I couldn’t stand it, the huge cock, ravaging my hot pussy. Pumping in and out of me. Again I let out a low scream of pleasure as an orgasm flowed over me. I shuddered, my pussy clamping down on your hard cock.

Still you were there pumping in and out. Slipping easily in my pussy juice. I reached under my body to touch your balls as they slapped my pussy from behind. One of your hands was holding the back of my neck under the dark mane of hair. My finger touched my clit, feeling your piston as it shot in and out.

“Ohhhhhhh…..God…. Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, fuck my pussy!”

You lent forward kissing my neck, nibbling my ear. It felt so good. That huge cock pounding my tight pussy and your lips on my soft skin, your teeth gently nibbling.

“Ohhhhhh…fuck me with that big cock, please fuck me harder,” I said.

Then I felt you slam into me, hard. Your cock almost fully buried in my tight pussy. Your balls were pulsing as you spurted another load into me. I could feel the hot cum in me, washing my insides as you slowly pulled back. A big creamy dribble ran out of my pussy and down my thigh as we collapsed on the bed.

I felt the sticky liquid spilling out and soaking into the lace thong. More of it dripped onto the inside of my skirt. I lay next to you with a smile stained with your cum on my lips. You looked at me and stroked the hair from my eyes. We kissed.

“What was it you wanted me to do?” You asked. I smiled and stroked your slightly limp monster. It began to stir as I moved to get my lips closer to it.

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Monday morning dawned heralding a bright and sunny forecast. The early morning storm had passed leaving puddles and a clean, fresh smell to the air. Pete awoke to it feeling dirty and worse for the wear. His body lay evidence to the sexual assault Samantha had committed during the dark hours of the night. His foreskin felt somewhat chaffed and numerous welts covered a reddened ass cheek. His semen stained sheets sat bundled in the corner of his bedroom and books he kept on his headboard had fallen to the floor. When he glimpsed at himself in the mirror his hair looked like hell and he thought he could see where Samantha had spit on his face.

Pete knew Rebecca and Samantha were meant to make the 45 minute trip back to their college in the city some time that morning. They were heading back later rather than earlier in order to avoid the morning rush. It was a pedagogical day for Pete which meant he would have the house to himself once everyone left. He contemplated staying in his bedroom, waiting for them to leave, but was feeling too dirty and desperately wanted to take a shower. He gathered his courage and made his way downstairs wearing track pants and a t-shirt. He carried his sheets with him for the wash. As luck would have it, Pete found the house empty, no sounds of voices or footfalls to be heard. His parents were already long gone to work. From the morning dishes and shoes left by the door he imagined the girls still asleep in Rebecca’s attic bedroom.

After a quick shower Pete decided to have breakfast. He grabbed a couple of cereal bars and brewed an instant coffee with the intention of making a run for it if he heard any signs of the girls getting up. When he pulled out his favourite coffee mug he found a folded piece of paper inside it. It was a note from Maggie, his step-mother. At first he was reluctant to read it. Part of Samantha’s humiliation scheme earlier that night included stuffing one of Maggie’s g-strings up her pussy. She had retrieved it out of the hamper and made Pete pull it out forcing him to place it over his head as she molested him. Pete had then been caught naked trying to return the g-string to the hamper by Maggie herself. It was an awkward and embarrassing moment. He stared at the note and let out a long sigh before unfolding the small piece of paper. It read:

“Peter, honestly! I mean honestly, Peter! I don’t know how long this has been going on or what you do with my panties, but it has to stop. I’m not angry and I promise not to tell anyone about last night. You know that I know that you and Katrina haven’t yet consummated your relationship. I can only imagine how being an eighteen year old virgin boy can be, well, frustrating. If you have a panty fetish maybe that’s something you and Katrina should discuss together. If you want to discuss it with me that’s fine too. Maybe we can all go shopping for panties together – ha ha. See, I told you I wasn’t angry. If you’re embarrassed, (em-bare-assed?), about me seeing you naked, don’t be. Seems to me like father like son, get it – ha ha. Why don’t you make it up to me and move all of the bags of soil from the garage to the greenhouse. I’ll be home at around 6:45. Please don’t raid my panty drawer unless you really need to – ha ha. Oh yes, before I forget – you’re father will be gone for another couple of days on business – c’est la vie I suppose.”

Pete crumpled the message in his hand as he hung his head in defeat. He knew he could never truthfully explain why he was holding his step-mother’s unmentionables and had to resign to her thinking he had some kind of panty fetish. He grabbed his sneakers and made his way to the garage to start moving bags of dirt to the greenhouse.

Pete loaded several bags at a time into a wheelbarrow and carted them up the greenhouse. As he unloaded the bags of dirt he could not help but mull over what had happened late last night. He saw himself at a distance in his mind’s eye, on his side with Samantha lording over him. Though his eyes were shut with Maggie’s g-string wrapped around his head he could distinstinctly see a look of shame on his face. When he remembered Katrina’s portrait staring at him throughout the ordeal and the way Rebecca looked earlier that day his shame magnified, emasculating and belittling his self esteem in the process. Pete unloaded the last bag of dirt feeling foolish and angry with himself. Samantha, he thought, had certainly accomplished what she had set out to do.

The chore Maggie had given him took longer than he thought and was feeling very thirsty when he had finished. He made his way back to the house for refreshment completely forgetting about the girls inside and, of course, bumped into Samantha on her way out the front door. Not one to be shy, Samantha broke the ice first.

“How’re you feeling today, Pete?” Samantha asked with a subtle, wry grin and knowing look on her face.

“A little worse for the wear,” Pete replied staring at the ground, shuffling his feet, unable to face her directly. “Where’s Rebecca?” he asked küçükçekmece escort wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Packing our stuff into the car. Oh, here she is now,” Samantha answered.

An immediate silence fell between Rebecca and Pete, each ill at ease in the other’s presence. Samantha took that as her queue to leave them alone. With trouble looking each other in the eye, Pete decided he should be the one to speak first.

“Listen, Rebecca, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I don’t know what I was thinking. I really feel ashamed of myself. I understand if you don’t forgive me, but if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you let me know,” Pete said earnestly.

“Just don’t tell my mother,” was all Rebecca answered. Pete knew by her tone and eyes that she was dead serious and made her a solemn promise not to tell a soul. Rebecca accepted his promise not with words, but with a hug. The simple act of hugging her step-brother spoke volumes to each of them. Up until that point Pete and Rebecca harboured a deep unspoken dislike for one another. Pete’s sincerity and Rebecca’s affection showed sides of themselves neither had ever seen in the other before. Neither Rebecca nor Pete could deny a milestone in their relationship had been passed. Upon releasing Pete she whispered a “thank you” and smiled. As Rebecca made her way to her car she turned on her heels still smiling and grabbed Pete’s package through his track pants.

“I was fuckin’ serious when I said I’d rip your dick off and shove it down your throat,” Rebecca reminded him. Her mannerism was not menacing, but playful, though given her reputation it was unwise to scoff at her. A startled Pete reassured her and she gave him a kiss on the lips that lingered a little longer than either one expected. The last Pete saw of Samantha and Rebecca as they pulled away was Samantha giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss.

Once inside the house Pete paused and reflected on the kiss Rebecca had given him. “What the hell was that?” he asked himself aloud. Pete now actually felt sad the duo had left, but also relieved. Rebecca’s forgiveness had revitalized his spirits to a surprising degree when he suddenly realized he was all alone in the house. “Now that I have the place to myself I can get some homework done. I can blast my music as loud as I want to. I can skim the liquor cabinet. I can walk around nude!” he thought to himself. He carried out the last three.

After getting in his kicks thoroughly enjoying all three activities he decided to phone his girlfriend, Katrina.

“Hey baby, I got’s me here a shower with our names all over it if you know what I mean, he he he,” Pete said as soon as he heard Katrina answer on the other end.

“I’m doing my algebra assignment right now, Sugar, and, and are you drunk?” Katrina enquired with a tone of concern.

“No, of course not,” Pete replied defensively. “I’m standing here on this gorgeous day with a barbecue, a private beach, and a pool table in the basement all by myself. I should be standing here with the prettiest girl in the world, but Jenny said she couldn’t make it so why don’t you come over?” he continued, chuckling, a bottle of scotch in his hand.

Katrina gasped in mock shock at the mention of Jenny, the town slut. “I’ll tell you what, Sugar, I’ll be over as soon as I finish my algebra homework and please don’t drink anymore, o.k., love you,” Katrina answered.

“Algebra shmalgebra, x plus y equals me and you, baby. I’ll be barbequing us some lunch when you get here. Love you too…Jenny, I mean Katrina,” Pete joked as he put down the receiver taking one last swig of his father’s imported scotch.

Katrina arrived at Pete’s around noon on her bicycle. The scene she lay witness to as she approached the house took the wind out of her sails. Pete stood by the barbeque on the front porch completely naked except for a pair of sandals and an apron that read, “kiss the cook”.

“Have you gone mad? Just how drunk are you?” Katrina asked in disbelief at Pete’s new found cavalier sense of dress.

“Relax, no one’s gonna see me except you. I thought I’d surprise you and by the look on your face I’d say mission accomplished. Why don’t you join me and get down to your bare essentials?” Pete asked.

“Pete, I’m not getting naked and I want you to put on at least a pair of shorts. You’re weirding me out, Sugar,” Katrina said with a tone of unease.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go put on some shorts. I guess we won’t have naked fun together. Take over the barbee for me while I go change into something ‘less’ comfortable,” Pete responded dejectedly.

Katrina took over the barbecue secretly laughing at the situation. She stopped laughing when she saw Pete’s reddened butt cheek. When he returned wearing a pair of cargo shorts she asked him what happened to his ass. Pete panicked for a split second, but recovered quickly constructing a story of how küçükyalı escort he thought it must be the result of him falling off his bicycle on the way back home from her place the other night. Katrina asked him if he put medication on it. He lied and said yes and that it wasn’t bothering him in the least – an even bigger lie. After they ate Pete asked her if she brought her bathing suite. He wanted them to take up some sun on the small stretch of beach that made up part of the property.

“Of course, you can always ditch the bathing suite and go au naturel,” Pete said.

“We’ll see,” was all Katrina answered. She reminded Pete not to forget the sun block and beach towel.

Pete and Katrina made their way down to the beach in their bathing suits and began taking turns applying sun block to one another’s body. It didn’t take long for the activity to veer towards the sexual. The warmth of the afternoon sun, the sound and smell of the ocean, and a light breeze all converged heightening the sensuality of the corporeal act. Katrina began massaging the lotion onto Pete’s back. She soon straddled her lover’s waist and kneaded his flesh with tender affection. The drowsy moans he sounded let her know her efforts were not going unappreciated. The sensuality and romance of massaging Pete on the beach provoked Katrina’s mood. After his back and arms were coated with sun block Katrina turned her attention to his legs. Kneeling in between his legs she made her way up to the hem of his swim trunks where she formulated an idea.

“Why don’t you take your swim trunks off so I can see the bump you took when you fell off your bike? I’ll add some sun block to your cutey patooty while I’m at it if that’s o.k.?” Katrina asked. Pete simply smiled and stood to remove his trunks. Katrina, still kneeling, ran her fingers along his leg and bit her bottom lip when he uncovered his penis. Once Pete resumed his position on his stomach Katrina squirted lotion on both his cheeks and began a grabbing, kneading motion. She had to admit, Pete’s patooty certainly was a cutey. Faint blond hair sparsely covered each bun, a small patch of which collected at the base of his back. Luckily for Pete, Samantha administered more than one hard slap to his ass the night before. The result didn’t look like a definite hand print, but a rather shapeless red tattoo easily passed off as a fall to the kiester. After a prolonged enjoyment of Pete’s butt Katrina asked him to turn over.

Before adding any lotion, Katrina crawled up to Pete and gave him a long wet kiss. She then threw her long dark hair over her head in order to run it down along Pete’s chest and abdomen. Slowly and methodically Katrina rubbed lotion all over her lover’s body while avoiding his hard-on. Pete just lay there with arms by his side and legs splayed savouring the experience. When it was finally time to coat Pete’s pecker with sun block, Katrina coated her hands with the lotion, placed both hands on the throbbing muscle, and began a slow up-and-down, squeeze and release motion. When she wasn’t overlapping one hand with the other as they travelled up and down the length of his shaft, she was gently caressing Pete’s balls with her lotion covered hands. After a short while Pete warned her to stop or else he would cum. He offered to do her next, but not before she continued massaging his cock for another couple of minutes.

When it was her turn, Pete told Katrina she looked sexy in her two-piece swimsuit, but if she wanted the same treatment it would have to go. Katrina hesitated and looked around the expanse of the beach even though she knew they were completely alone. Caught up in the moment, Katrina shed her swim suite, but stood covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, blushing heavily. Pete gave her a friendly laugh and told her to lie down on her stomach. Pete indulged himself much in the same way Katrina did. Katrina moaned drowsily just as Pete had. He took equal pleasure when he reached her buttocks. He gave her right buttock a playful slap and examined the small birthmark on her right butt cheek.

“The birthmark on your ass looks like a silhouette of that rabbit from the ceral commercials. You know which one I mean. The one who never gets to eat his own cereal and is told how silly he is everytime he fails,” Pete said.

“It does not!” Katrina shot out in protest looking over her shoulder with a frown trying to look at Pete and her butt cheek.

“O.K., whatever you say miss Moretti, but remember silly rabbit, Katrinas are for Petes!” Pete joked knowing it would provoke a reaction from his girlfriend.

“You’re incorrigible,” Katrina scolded poutily while turning over onto her back. “Now make it up to me,” she added with a grin holding out the bottle of sun block. Pete grabbed the bottle and paused to read the instructions on the back.

“Uh oh, Katrina! Looks like you skipped a step with this sun block. It says here before applying lotion to skin the body must maltepe escort be coated with a primer of kisses,” Pete said feigning consternation. Katrina giggled as he set the bottle aside and began kissing her feet. Pete found Katrina irresistible. Her normally dark complexion had bronzed over the summer and the tan lines that formed made her breasts and pubic region jump out sharply in contrast. As Pete made his way up her long slender legs he skipped her womanhood and indulged in kissing her taut belly. He dragged his tongue from just above her soft curls to over her navel. Katrina moaned in delight and whimpered when he made his way to her small, pert, upturned breasts.

While suckling his lover’s hardened, puffy nipples, Pete slid his hand down onto Katrina’s soft folds. Katrina involuntarily heaved her chest forward and widened her thighs while gasping in reaction. Pete had his index and middle finger running along the length of Katrina’s slit, hooking them inside her as he slid them down and pinching her clit in between the two digits on his way back up. In the throws of passion Katrina grabbed onto Pete’s shoulder, dug her nails into his flesh, and gently bit his upper arm. As the ocean waves crested and crashed on the beach so too did the erotic warmth now flowing over Katrina. She forcefully gripped Pete’s probing hand as she writhed and bucked her hips. Pete hummed along side Katrina’s whimpering and moaning as he felt her hot juices swell forth from her trembling sex. Her entire body buckled and arched upwards under the force of a powerful orgasm. “Oh my God! Petey, Oh…Oh…Oh!” Katrina yelled in ecstasy. She collapsed back down onto the towel, a warm smile and heavy eyelids signalling her satisfaction.

Pete reached for the bottle of sun block and proceeded to cover her body as promised. When he had finished he asked Katrina if she knew what the number 69 signified. Katrina responded that she wasn’t that innocent and that, yes, she knew what it meant. She told him if he wanted to try it out she’d oblige him.

“Do you have one of those flavoured condoms on hand?” Pete asked guessing that the only reason she would consent to give him a blow job was if she didn’t have to take his load in her mouth.

“No, but I still want to try it so long as you let me know before you cum so I can aim it away from me,” Katrina answered.

Pete lay on his back waiting in anticipation to taste the sweet nectar of his girlfriend’s honey pot. Cunnilingus was a new passion he had discovered when he first tried it with her in her shower the night before. An anxious Katrina climbed over him and grabbed his throbbing cock in her hand. Their lotion covered bodies glistened in the noonday sun. Katrina still felt unsure over how to go about pleasing her partner orally, but had secretly downloaded “better sex” manuals off the internet the other night after Pete had left her house and her mother had gone to bed. It was time to put theory into practice. She grabbed a corner of the beach towel they lay on to wipe the lotion off Pete’s dick. Simultaneously, each one’s tongues took tentative stabs at their respective tasks.

Katrina’s tongue flicked and swirled around the head of Pete’s thick glans. She opened wide to take what length of his shaft she could. Everytime she pulled her head back her cheeks hollowed in reaction to the literal sucking she was administering. “Wow, that feels great, baby, don’t stop now,” moaned Pete in eager appreciation. Encouraged, Katrina persisted with a sense of determination. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft making a point to pull back every now and then to attack his balls while jerking him off. Her research was paying dividends. Pete couldn’t help but lift his hips trying to thrust up into her hungry mouth. Much to her surprise, Katrina was actually enjoying sucking her partner off. There was something about the intimacy of having Pete’s hard phallus in her hands and mouth that scratched an itch she never realized existed before. The brevity and clumsiness of her initial experience in the shower the other night did not prepare her for the rewards yeilded by a focused deliberation.

Meanwhile, Pete was too energized to cum prematurely as he did in the shower with Katrina or as he nearly did when Samantha had deep throated him the other night. His mind lie entirely in drinking up the musky sex of his lover. As he traced each fold with the tip of his tongue he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. It didn’t take long before he pried her petals open with his fingers, propelling his tongue inside her neon pink pussy. With his tongue penetrating her, he began sealing his lips around her quivering mound and sucking as he would a slice of lemon after taking a shot of tequila. His tongue would exit Katrina’s tunnel every so often and flick her distended clitoris. It didn’t take long before Pete became lost in his own lust. For Pete, his entire being was floating in a velvety pink paradise. Alongside his growling moans he impulsively and vigorously shook his head trying to burrow deeper inside Katrina’s juicy cunt. He didn’t even realize he had begun involuntarily circling Katrina’s asshole with his thumb while pawing her ass cheek in his hand. Katrina noticed it right away. Contrary to how she felt about anal sex she did not stop him, the sensation only drove her surging path towards climax on a rip roaringly wilder course.

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Standing across the room from each other we are having a conversation with just our eyes. Exchanging glances and expressions until I am feeling flushed. I take a drink from the glass in my hand and feel the warming sensation of the rum in it. It makes me tingle and I feel more flushed.

The room clears leaving just the two of us alone. By this time we were standing side by side talking. We both notice the empty room and look into each other’s eyes. I don’t know who moves first but suddenly we are kissing. I have him pushed against the wall and he is holding my ass with my feet off the ground. We hear the door open and we break apart stepping away and talking loudly to cover up the kiss.

My face is flushed and my eyes are glassy. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears as I try to regain control of myself. I look at him and he seems to be feeling the same. He smiles at me in a way that gives be goose bumps.

The person leaves the room and we are alone again, this time I am slammed against the wall with my legs lifted around his waist. I am carried to the bedroom, and tossed me down like a doll. He takes his shirt off and slowly crawls up onto the bed towards me like he is going to pounce. He is so intense that it almost scares me.

By this time I am extremely aroused. I try to get off the bed and he grabs me. Tossing me back down and laying on me to pin me. He holds me by the wrists (both in one hand) and uses the other hand to pull up my shirt. He kisses me roughly and leaves me feeling mindless and wanting more.

He moves on to my neck, biting me just haramidere escort the way I like it, grabbing my hair with the hand that was holding my wrists and pulling my head back for better access. With the other hand he plays with my breasts, pinching my nipples. He runs his hand down my stomach raking me with his nails. I gasp with pleasure as his fingers sneak into my pants and panties, not touching only teasing. He gradually reaches farther just barely touching my damp pussy.

He gets up off me and sits, pulling me to straddle his lap. I feel his erection under me, I rub my pelvis against him and it feels so good. He pulls my shirt off and unhooks my bra while kissing and biting my neck. I run my hands all over his back and chest. Digging in my nails at times and grabbing his hair others. He takes my bra off and tosses it aside.

Grabbing my throat with one hand he kisses my mouth passionately, like a starving animal. He turns and has me stand up in front of him, taking my pants and panties off in one move. He then grabs me by the hips and pulls me to him. I resist knowing he is going to make me straddle his face but he forces me to do what he wants. He knows I am shy about receiving oral and that makes it that much more desirable to him.

He lies on his back with me above him. He holds my hips because he knows I’ll pull away if he lets go. He breathes hot air on my wet pussy and feels me trembling anticipation. He uses two fingers to part my lips and clearing his way to my clit. He leans up içerenköy escort and lightly flicks his tongue against my clit. I buck with the sudden intense sensation but he holds me firm with his hand. Knowing I am now helpless he attacks my pussy and clit with his mouth and tongue. He sucks hard on my clit while putting two fingers into my pussy. I start moaning, he increases his actions at the sound. Finger fucking me harder, he adds a third knowing that they are the same size as his cock.

I buck against him and he slaps my ass, it stings but he immediately rubs it as well. He slaps me again on the other cheek, then rubbing it as well. This continues for a while until I am begging him and my ass is red and stinging. It is hot and burning and feels great.

He feels me start to tighten up around his fingers and knows I am about to cum. He increases his motions with a purpose and intensity lacking before. I start to moan and pant, begging him to stop but he refuses. I grab his hair as I start to orgasm; it is so strong that I scream into the pillow. I cum all over his face just the way he wanted.

He slides out from under my limp body casually wiping his face. He smiles knowingly at me as he unbuttons his pants and slides them to the floor. His cock is hard and the tip glistening from precum. He leans forward and kisses my back tenderly…I sigh. I think that there is going to be a short respite. I am mistaken.

He pets my pussy, rubbing his fingers in the wetness. “Hmm,” he says leaning into my innovia escort ear kissing it, “You feeling good?”

“Oh yeah” I answer. “Good,” he says while nibbling my neck. I shiver at the sensation. “Cold?” he asks. “Not in the least.” I reply.

“Even better,” he says as he grabs both my hands with one of his, opening my pussy with the other one and driving his full length into me. I scream at the suddenness of it and rear up. He forces me back down by me arms and wraps his arm under my waist, playing with my clit. He fucks me hard from behind, alternating pinching my nipples and pulling my hair. I am moaning continuously and he loves every minute of it. He grabs my hips with both hands and drives deep into me grinding his hips into mine. I arch my back with the pleasure I receive from it. I can feel his balls slapping my clit and it feels wonderful.

He grabs my one leg and forces me to flip onto my back, tossing my leg over his shoulder and continuing to fuck me hard. He grabs my hair and wraps it around my throat holding me down. There is such a look of focus on his face. I start to cum again and he feels me tighten around his cock. “Come on baby, you know you want to, I want to feel that pussy tighten around me.” I start cumming at his words. My whole body tightens and I start to shriek, he puts a hand over my mouth. This causes me to cum even harder. He pounds away at my pussy

He rubs his thumb on my pussy wetting it and starts to rub my clit. I immediately cum again, he knows that I will cum continuously from now on. He increases his pace and starts to feel his own orgasm mounting. He breaks out into a full body sweat, I know he is about to cum and I encourage it. “Oh god, please cum baby. I want to feel it.” His face changes and I feel him tense as he cums in me. He collapses onto my chest and we lay together for a few minutes.

“Well…” I begin “what’s for dessert?”

“Hmmm…” he replies slowly, “you.”

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My name is Jason Allen. I’m 26 and married to the most beautiful girl in the world. Her name is Christine. We have been together for two years last night- and I gave her the surprise of her lifetime.

I picked her up from her house and we went to go eat and dance. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed her sexy, curvy figure and amazing fair skin. Her dark hair flew in the breeze a little, and her makeup was perfect. Good lord she looked beautiful. She’s short, but i like them like that. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said “Oh, anywhere.” So we went to a hot new club in town. It had a sultry atmosphere. We got there, and I ordered two Martinis. We laughed and joked about the drunken whores on the dance floor, then decided we would show them how dirty dancing was done. We had people gaping at us for 5 songs, until we sat down. As the night wore on, I couldn’t hide my lust. I playfully brushed my hands against her gorgeous behind and ample breasts as we danced. The desire building up in her eyes made it obvious she was enjoying it. Soon I realised she was having trouble containing herself.

When we got back gebze escort to my house, I took her up to my room and told her to stay put on the bed while I got some champagne. I went down stairs, chose the best bottle, got two glasses, and went back upstairs. When I got back, she was sitting there smiling at me. I lit a couple of candles and turned out the lights, then handed her the glass of champagne, and she took it with a smile. Her breasts looked amazing in her dress and the lighting. When we finished drinking, I gave her a kiss, then looked her in the eyes. Those beautiful, deep green eyes. I pulled her close to me and ran my hand through her hair. I kissed her and she let out a moan. That’s when I lost control. I pushed her flat on the bed, and began kissing her with the most passion I could muster. I kissed my way down her neck and to her breasts that were partially showing in her low cut dress. I felt her hands running down my back, under my shirt, then her fingernails dragged down my back. She pushed me off of her and got on top of me. Then she started taking off her dress. göztepe escort Then her bra, and I watched as her gorgeous breasts bounced out, as if being freed from a cage. Next came her underwear. She crawled up towards my face, smiled at me, and buried my face in her breasts, her left hand behind my head. She then began running her right hand down my body to my crotch, and started rubbing my penis. She giggled when she felt how rock hard it was. I begged her to take off all my clothes, and with a bat of her eyelashes, she did.

The next thing I knew, we were showering together. She had her body pressed up against mine, and then kissed her way down my body until she was on her knees, kissing the base of my cock. she wrapped her lips around it and went down. I felt myself about to cum, and she could tell. she stood back up and told me “I’m not finished with you just yet. She moved my hand down her soaking wet, smooth, pale skin to her pussy, savoring each moment. God, was she tight. When my fingers penetrated her, her head tilted back and she let out a scream, and demanded halkalı escort we go back to the bedroom. We did, without drying off, and she pushed me down on the bed from behind, and began spanking me. She flipped me over, and straddled me, letting my throbbing cock slip into her pussy.

She was bouncing up and down, screaming, with her breasts bouncing with every motion. It felt absolutely amazing. She slowed down, panting, and hopped off. She got off and got into position to suck me again. She smirked and giggled, teasing me my licking the tip. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock into her mouth again. I heard her try to let out a muffled yell. Her head bobbed up and down while she gagged, her warm, moist, mouth around my penis, her tongue flicking around on it. Her hands were on my balls, playing with them with her fingertips. I took it out of her mouth and flipped over on top of her. I straddled her and laid my penis in between her breasts. She pushed them together, and I began thrusting back and forth. Oh, it felt amazing. So perky and big, squeezed tightly around my penis. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I put my fingers into her pussy again. I began moaning louder and louder. Then, it happened. My hot cum splattered all over her face and in her mouth. Almost at the same time, she squirted all over my hand. I hopped off of her and we just laid there together panting for a few minutes. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “happy anniversary, babe.”

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She had me. She had me bound, gagged, blindfolded, naked, and secured to the bed. She was administering to me the most exquisite handjob.

“C’mon, Baby. Let’s see it,” she said as she stroked me. “Let’s see it. Hot cum. Hot white cum jetting out your prick. C’mon, Baby. Let’s see it. I want it. You know I want it. Let’s see it. Let me see you spurt. Hot cum running down your prick, running down my hand. C’mon, Baby, I’ll lick you clean. C’mon.”

It was a game, of course. To see how long I could hold out. I got better at holding out. She got better at making me cum.

After a minute of dry stroking, she changed tactics.

“Oh, Baby. Is Mommy being too hard on you? Oh, Baby. Let me make you feel better.”

She lubed my dick.

“A little oil? Gently, gently. That’s better. Oh, I love your prick. You feel so good. I want you. So hot. I love it when you cum. I love it. I love it when you shudder and shake a spew hot cum. C’mon Baby, do it. Do it for me. Hot jets. C’mon.”

Slowly she stroked me. Fucking was against etiler escort the rules. Sucking was against the rules. I had to be had with her handjob. Whatever else she did, talking dirty, watching her do herself, watching porn, tying me to the bed, was legit. My job was to hold out.

“Oh, Baby, you’re getting so red in the face. Your head’s so swollen. It looks like you’re gonna burst. Don’t lose your head. Calm down. A soothing bath, would that cool you off? Would that calm you down?”

She started to wash me. Soap. Warm water. She stroked me. She ran her tongue along my body as she stroked. From my groin, across my navel, across me stomach; she kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples; she bit my neck. I lost it. I pumped, once, twice, three times, four. Hot, white cum.

“Oh, Baby. That’s okay.” She sounded disappointed.

She finished washing me. I expected she would let me go. I couldn’t wait to dive on her muff, lick her breasts, finger her, fuck her.

“Oh, Baby. eve gelen escort Look at this.” She twirled and twiddled my limp dick. “What am I going to do? You shot your load, and I’m left here, hot and bothered, and no one to help me out.”

I felt her roll away from me. I felt rhythmic shaking in the bed. She was doing herself. In a minute, I felt someone, or something, climb onto the bed. I was wild to see who it was. I wanted to shout out, but she had me, bound, gagged, blindfolded and naked.

Sounds of kissing and sucking, soft moans, smells of sex, the desperate pumping of intercourse. Who was it? Man: big dick, handsome, rock hard. Woman: strap-on, soft tits. Either strangely quiet. I ached to see. I was bone hard.

She began her climax. Heavy, irregular breathing. Moans. Gasps. Grunting, holding out against the inevitable. Shouts. Cries. And then the release; the release again and again.

Two bodies crashed to the bed. One brushed against me.

“Oh, fatih escort man,” she said. “That was great. Just what the doctor ordered. What a gusher. Are you okay?” she asked her partner. “And look who is up.”

Someone grabbed my dick. Someone held a fragrant finger under my nose. I felt tits in my face. And I felt someone sucking me.

“Oh, he’ll like that,” I heard her say.

If she’s talking, who’s sucking?

“C’mon Baby. Shoot that cum. Fill that mouth. Then I’ll take it, and then I’ll give it you. C’mon. Share with my friend.”

Two sets of hands. Two lips. Two tongues. One mouth swallowed my balls, the second swallowed my dick. A dildo, a cock?, put in my hand. A finger up my ass. Finally, a hot, sweet pussy surrounds my prick.

We climaxed together. My jets leaping upward. Her wet raining down.

“Quiet now,” she said. “Not a word until I say so.”

She removed the blindfold. Unbound the gag. I looked around the room, but there was no one. She released the straps. I sat up and looked around again. No one. I started to get up. She put her hand on my chest and held a finger to her lips.

“Shh,” she said. She pushed my back down to the bed. She curled into the crook of my arm. Her head rested on my shoulder. She threw a leg over my thighs.

“Shh, Baby,” she said. “I’m tired. I need a little rest and a long snuggle.” She twiddled my dick.

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“You know, Steve, you’re always complaining about your girlfriend,” Marianne Etienne says, looking at Stevenson Vladimir. Upon hearing those words, Steve paused. The tall, dark-skinned, chubby but handsome Haitian security guard sighed. Truth be told, Stevenson had been telling Marianne stories for these past few months. Nevertheless, the lie-prone security guard had to be careful and maintain some degree of coherency in the fairy tales that he told her…

For a good portion of the summer, Stevenson Vladimir had been dating a young Nigerian Muslim woman named Jamila, and they had a great time together. Tall, busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, with gorgeously dark chocolate skin and neatly braided Black hair, Jamila was blessed in a lot of ways, and sex with her had been awesome. For this reason, Stevenson put up with a lot of shit from the bossy and entitled ( but fun in bed ) Jamila…

What Stevenson Vladimir didn’t tell his new work-friend and fellow Haitian Marianne is that the lovely Jamila dumped his sorry ass, and quite unceremoniously at that. Calling her constantly, emailing her and texting her did nothing to dissuade her from axing him from her life. The Nigerian Muslim gal simply had enough of the silver-tongued Haitian stud who simply refused to let himself get wrapped around her little finger…

Stevenson Vladimir, who had high hopes for the West African cutie, was still not over her. Jamila could be difficult sometimes, but he really enjoyed having her in his life and in his bed. Especially his bed, come to think of it. Whenever Stevenson ran into Jamila at the University of Ottawa, he tried to holler but she simply couldn’t get away from him fast enough. Total bummer…

“Relationships can be so complex with these university girls,” Stevenson Vladimir replied, and he clasped his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair. In the back of his mind, Stevenson knew that Jamila was gone for good, but part of him hoped that she would come back someday. Seated at the receptionist desk at Nova Technologies in the environs of Kanata, Ontario, Stevenson smiled at Marianne, as the cleaning lady stood before him.

“Tell me about it, I’d say relationships are complex in general, my husband Paul took my car this morning because his is in the shop,” Marianne Etienne said with a sigh. Stevenson looked at her, waiting for her to continue. Marianne was fond of launching into long tirades about her hubby, whom Stevenson had of course never met.

Marianne Etienne, a tall, curvy, gorgeously dark-skinned, forty-something Haitian woman had been working as an overnight cleaning person for the Nova Technologies group in Kanata, Ontario, for years. Stevenson was the first Black male security guard that the company employed in ages, and he was also Haitian. The brother was friendly, smart, and easy on the eyes. If only she weren’t married…

Oh Marianne, she of the boring stories and fantastic booty, Stevenson thought, smiling pleasantly at her. Marianne went on and on about her lazy husband, Paul somebody, and Stevenson smiled and nodded politely. What else could cevizli escort he do? The lady Marianne lamented the fact that since she started her cleaning duties at Nova Tech around eleven in the evening, and finished around two o’clock in the morning, getting home definitely wouldn’t be easy…

“How are you getting home, mon amie?” Stevenson asked, feigning both interest and concern. Conversations with Marianne tended to be monologue-style, with him barely able to get a word in edgewise. Marianne licked her full lips, a rather distracting gesture, and paused for a moment. Stevenson peered at Marianne through analytical eyes behind his horn-rimmed glasses. He could practically see the wheels turning in her lovely head.

“I’m going to use Uber, got no choice,” Marianne said softly, and Stevenson nodded, and then, pursed his lips before replying. Prior to coming to work at Nova Technologies for his midnight to noon security gig, Stevenson stopped at a Shawarma restaurant close to the Rideau Shopping Center in downtown Ottawa and got himself a chicken platter. Smiling, he unwrapped it, and a delicious smell wafted into the air.

“Marianne, mon amie, please, help yourself,” Stevenson said evenly, and Marianne, after a brief hesitation, took a large piece of Lebanese-style chicken from the platter. Stevenson took a spoonful of rice and swallowed it, and the two work-friends ate in silence for a moment. Finally shut her up, Stevenson thought, smiling at Marianne while eating.

While a lot of security guards on the overnight shift either brought their lunch or ordered from Pizza Pizza, which stays open till three o’clock in the morning, Stevenson preferred to eat Lebanese food. A platter of rice, chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, hummus and garlic would sustain him for the next twelve hours. This was much better fare than Pizza Pizza, that’s for damn sure.

“Hmm, that was delicious, Stevenson, merci beaucoup, Shawarma is nice, but do you like Haitian food at all?” Marianne asked, licking her full and rather lovely lips. When Marianne did that, Stevenson felt a tingle…somewhere, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. While Stevenson liked to think of himself as calm, cool and collected in most situations, he did have his share of weaknesses.

Seriously, if Stevenson were totally honest with himself, he’d have to admit that he harbored some inappropriate thoughts whenever he looked at Marianne’s big booty. Night after night, Marianne came to work, wearing whatever type of work-shirt she wore, plus the obligatory, boner-inducing Black Yoga pants that seemed to have been spray-painted on her thick thighs and gigantic round ass. Damn her…

“Haitian women don’t like me,” Stevenson said morosely, and Marianne fell silent, cocking an inquisitive, if surprised, eyebrow. Stevenson thought of the last Haitian gal he named, Annette June Anglade, whom he met at the Silver City movie theater back in the day. Annette June Anglade had been quite promising, but in the end, it hadn’t worked out.

“Hmmm, Stevenson, I asked erenköy escort if you liked Haitian food, not Haitian women,” Marianne said, giggling. Stevenson smiled, suddenly realizing what he’d just said. When his eyes met Marianne’s, there was a glimmer of mischief and amusement in them. Open mouth and insert foot, Stevenson thought, absolutely mortified.

“My bad,” Stevenson said, smiling faintly, and Marianne laughed, a rather nice sound. She leaned against the counter, looking right at him. This is one of those moments when a woman communicates something to a man in an unspoken manner and he blows it, Stevenson thought, as he stared back at Marianne, clueless as to what she wanted…

“Have you ever been with a Haitian woman, yon bel fanm Kreyol?” Marianne asked, totally flirting with Stevenson at this point. Stevenson grinned, and shook his head. Marianne leaned forward, and he could see the imprint of her breasts against her dark blue work-shirt. The Haitian MILF was not wearing a bra…

“No, but I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to rectify that,” Stevenson said wistfully, and Marianne grinned. Locking eyes with him, the lady shrugged, and then walked away from the receptionist desk. For some reason, Marianne bent down to tie her shoelaces, giggled and then headed for the nearby washroom. Stevenson counted to ten, and then headed to the washroom…

“This ought to be good,” Marianne said as she put the “closed for cleaning” sign on the men’s washroom door. Moments later, Stevenson arrived at the washroom. Pausing in front of the door, he saw the sign and frowned. What kind of game was this broad playing? Suddenly, the door swung open, and a grinning Marianne looked him up and down.

“Hello madam,” Stevenson said, as Marianne slyly all but dragged him inside. Marianne threw her arms around Stevenson and kissed him quite passionately. Stevenson kissed her back, although surprised by the kiss. As Marianne held him in his arms, Stevenson finally indulged his long-time fantasy of groping that big, beautiful ass of hers…

“Can you handle this much Haitian hotness?” Marianne whispered, and in response, Stevenson kissed her again, then boldly lifted her, carrying her to the washroom counter. Marianne blew out her breath, and watched as Stevenson’s hands tentatively reached for her. Grabbing the younger man’s hands, Marianne placed them on her thighs.

“Hmm, nice,” Stevenson said, and he kissed Marianne’s throat, and nuzzled on her while his hands caressed her inner thighs. Go for it, Marianne thought, and she spread her thick thighs invitingly, hoping Stevenson would get the frigging hint. Stevenson knelt before her and went to work. Off came Marianne’s pants, and then her panties.

“You know what to do,” Marianne said, licking her lips as Stevenson brought his dark, handsome face between her thighs. Marianne held her breath as Stevenson inhaled her scent, and then began eating her pussy. Put those lips to good use, Marianne thought, leaning back against the wall mirror as Stevenson voraciously esenyurt escort ate her pussy.

“Hmm, you taste wonderful,” Stevenson paused to say, and Marianne nodded, and rubbed the back of his neck, silently urging him to continue. The Haitian MILF closed her eyes as her new lover did his thing, sucking on her clitoris while fingering her wet pussy. Stevenson ate Marianne out like a hungry man, and she moaned softly, delighted by what he was doing to her…

“Continue, Steve, please don’t stop,” Marianne squealed, and she arched her back, shuddering violently as Stevenson practically sucked out her life through her pussy. Stevenson’s face remained buried between Marianne’s legs, and he didn’t let up as the freaky woman he was eating out thrashed about wildly as he drank from her pussy as if it were a fountain in the desert.

“How was it?” Stevenson asked Marianne, and she looked at him through moist eyes. Marianne exhaled sharply, and sighed, then considered the handsome, smiling young man before her. Stevenson astonished her by bringing her much pleasure. He’s pleasured me more than my husband Paul has in years, Marianne thought, smiling faintly.

“It was amazing,” Marianne said, and then she surprised Stevenson by grabbing him, standing him up against the wall, and unzipping his pants. Out came Stevenson’s dick, and Marianne looked at her lover’s long, thick manhood…hungrily. Without further ado, Marianne took Stevenson into her mouth, and began sucking him off.

“Oh shit,” Stevenson groaned, watching Marianne’s lovely head bob up and down as she sucked his dick. He’d been with his share of ladies, but never one of his people. Marianne was sucking his dick as if sucking dick were an Olympic sport and she was in the process of defending her record or something. Not that Stevenson minded. He winced as Marianne subsequently drained the life out of him…in a good way.

As the evening rolled on, Stevenson and Marianne continued their lustful explorations. Marianne found herself bent over a toilet seat, face down and ass up, as Stevenson thrust into her. Gripping the tall, sexy Haitian mama’s wide hips, Stevenson banged the hell out of her. Going in raw was a rare delight, and he savored every moment of it.

“Fuck me harder,” Marianne demanded, as Stevenson continued to drill his dick into her. Marianne’s pussy gripped Stevenson’s dick quite nicely, and he rammed his way into her. For the horny young Haitian man, it had indeed been a while. Stevenson fucked Marianne, who kept grinding against him, driving his dick deeper inside of her. After a while, unable to resist the merciless pressure of Marianne’s pussy on his dick, Stevenson finally came…

For a long moment, Stevenson and Marianne looked at one another, smiling awkwardly. Slowly, they fixed their clothes. They exited the washroom, and went back to their duties. The security guard returned to the reception desk, and the cleaning lady went to the janitor’s area, to tend to her work. Their brief, steamy interlude was over.

At this hour, the Kanata, Ontario, headquarters of Nova Technologies was still empty, but employees would soon start arriving. As usual, these professionals had absolutely no idea what went on in the building at night while it was supposedly empty. At night, the high-tech corporate building virtually belonged to the unseen forces that maintained it, seemingly ordinary people like Stevenson Vladimir and Marianne Etienne…

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I rolled over in bed looking at the caller ID. In the background I could hear the sound of the shower running. Rob was busy getting ready for work, it was 6:15. I knew without even looking that the only person who would call me at this ungodly hour would be Susan. And sure enough it was.

“What’s up?” I answered still sounding sleepy.

“I hope I woke you,” she laughed. “I hate that you get to sleep in and the rest of us all have to get up early and go to work.”

“So get a real job,” I laughed stretching in bed enjoying the feel of my bare skin against the cool morning sheets. But I was also remembering the nice long slow fuck I had enjoyed with my husband after he had gotten home too. And…we’d enjoyed some panty play as well, something that had been a major turn on for us both. He had licked and eaten me through a pair of my favorite panties, and then had tickled my clit with his cock through them as well (though that was something I hadn’t shared with him that Jared had done to me the day before…which had been a major turn on for me when he had). “So like I said…what’s up?”

“Thought I’d give you a heads up before you come over this morning,” Susan began. “Jared got home last night in a fairly shitty mood. I don’t think his date with his new girlfriend went very well. I could tell he was frustrated, and though I got him to sit down and tell me a little about it, he was still a little uncomfortable telling ‘mom’ all the gory details. Suffice it to say, maybe you’ll have better luck getting him to open up about it than I did. But don’t be surprised when you do come over, that he’s less than his usual chipper self.” Once again Susan laughed. “In fact…at this point I think all you’d have to do is stretch out naked on our bed, and Jared would fuck you in a heartbeat. I think he’s about ready to blow a gasket after the way he looked when he came home last night.”

“I’m not an auto…or rather a Jared body shop,” I quipped. I don’t do repairs. But…if I can get him to open up to me about whatever problems he is having, perhaps that will give me some insight as to where things are headed…or not as far as his virginity is concerned. And don’t worry…I’ll fill you in on all the details later on, provided of course, Jared doesn’t swear me to secrecy about them. Like I told you before, if he does that…then I start playing doctor instead of mechanic here, and confidentiality becomes paramount for me.”

“Ok,” Susan said agreeing with me. “And what about this afternoon? Still want me to take off early and meet you?”

I had almost forgotten about that, though I had mentioned it to Rob the night before, asking him if he was ok with Susan and I getting together the next afternoon for a bit of naughty fun. Needless to say, he told me to “go for it” as long as I filled him in later, once again…giving him a blow-by-blow description while doing exactly that. Aroused as he became after hearing Susan and I might indeed get together the following day, adding a pair of my sexiest panties into our lovemaking after that was easy. It had been a long time since Rob had come three times in one night.

“Sure…looking forward to that in fact,” I told her. “But…let me call you before you do come home to make sure that Jared in fact is still meeting up with his friends later.” Once again Susan giggled.

“Pretty bad when I have to call to see if it’s ok if I sneak back to my own home,” she told me. “But…I’ll wait to hear from you before leaving,” she added. “But speaking of naughty fun, Bill’s already asking me to check with you and Rob about having another get-together sometime soon here too,” she then added. “So ask Rob about that when you get a chance.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. Rob had stepped out of the shower coming back into the bedroom seeing me on the phone and knowing who it was I was obviously talking to. He was already sporting an erection much to my surprise. “Ask him yourself, he’s standing here in front of me with a nice morning woody,” I told her. “So why don’t you do just that…see what he has to say about it while I take care of this!”

I handed Rob the phone, leaned over and took his nice hard cock into my mouth. He groaned into the mouthpiece, moments later dropping the phone on the bed. I heard Susan laughing on the other end.

“I take it that’s a yes,” she said…and then heard nothing but dial tone and the sound of Rob’s labored breathing.

**

I arrived around the time I usually did, but Jared was nowhere in sight. I did however smell fresh coffee, so walked into the kitchen area to pour myself a cup. There was a small note propped up against the side of an empty cup with my name on it. In Susan’s handwriting it said simply, “Good luck!”

I allowed myself a heavy sigh, poured my coffee, and then made my way upstairs to actually begin working. Whatever mood Jared was actually in, he’d have to be the one to approach me, if and when he decided bostancı escort to get up. Obviously, he was still asleep and indeed in a bit of a grumpy mood. This one I really was going to have to play by ear and see how things went, but I wasn’t very optimistic about it either.

It was well over an hour later when I finally heard his footsteps as he came up the stairs. I looked up from the PC as he poked his head into the room. He was bleary-eyed, his hair not even properly brushed yet as he stood there looking in on me.

“Sorry I wasn’t up to meet you,” he apologized. “Sort of had a late night,” he added.

“A late night? Or a bad night?” I asked holding in a smile. He stepped a little further into the room.

“I take it mom called you.”

“Yeah, she did. But she didn’t tell me much, only that you and your girlfriend of the moment aren’t getting along very well. Want to tell me about it?” I pushed my chair away from the desk expectantly, hoping Jared would see that as a sign of real interest. He did, smiling slightly and then walking over to take one of the two seats sitting in front of me. I now stood up, walking over, taking the other one. He sat quietly for a moment, perhaps wondering if he should. I sat patiently waiting for him to begin without saying anything.

“I like you,” he told me.

“I like you too,” I answered back still waiting.

He smiled at hearing that and began to open up a little as I sat there listening to him.

“I think it’s easier for me to talk to you as opposed to mom,” he’d started as I simply nodded my head. “Maybe because you and I…” he added without finishing the thought, to which I again smiled, still nodding. “Anyway…Cheryl, my girlfriend, mom thinks she’s a bit of a prick tease, and maybe she is…but there’s a lot more to it than that. It’s complicated,” he said pausing, releasing a heavy sigh of his own.

“Aren’t most relationships?” I challenged back. “Even the really good ones take effort,” I counseled, to which Jared now nodded his head.

“Yeah, maybe they do…but part of my problem with Cheryl is, my lack of experience, and her having quite a bit of it.”

Now I really was confused here. I wasn’t expecting to hear that. “I take it…she isn’t a virgin then.”

“No, she’s not. And it’s not that, that bothers me, or is really the problem.”

“Why don’t you tell me just exactly what the problem is then?” I asked. “Maybe…I can help you sort it all out?”

Once again he sighed, but then thanked me for listening to him. “Part of the problem is because she has had sex…and I haven’t. She sort of likes the idea that we’re taking things slowly.”

“Nothing wrong with doing that,” I told him.

“No…there isn’t,” he agreed. “And I like that we have been. What I don’t like…is when she tells me that what I’m doing is wrong, or that she doesn’t like it, or that because I am so inexperienced, that I need to let her show me certain things. She makes me feel stupid, inadequate,” he finished looking down at his hands, which he’d locked together in his lap.

On the one hand, I had to admire the girl. It was obvious she did indeed know what she wanted, and was in a way attempting to teach Jared that. On the other, I wanted to shake her…she was obviously going about it the wrong way. And if she continued to do so, I didn’t hold out much hope for this relationship.

He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. “I mean shit Jen, I know I don’t know much…I don’t have as much experience with women as a lot of other guys do, I’ll be the first to admit it. But if I do, do something wrong, or something she doesn’t like, she gets frustrated with me, and then we’re right back to square one again, and when that happens, it’s like days before we even attempt to do anything again. In the meantime, I’m getting more and more frustrated with her, and starting to wonder if this whole relationship thing with her is even worth it. Had it not been for you,” he grinned. “I’d have probably gone off on her…and not in a good way either!”

That one I did have to laugh at, easing the tension a little, as he finally relaxed.

“She might indeed be a bit more experienced in that department,” I told him. “But she’s not acting or being very mature either. You on the other hand have just the opposite problem. And maybe that’s where I can help at least a little anyway.”

“Help how?” he now asked curiously.

“Well for starters, what is it she thinks you’re doing wrong? And what is it you’ve been doing anyway? Obviously…you’re still a virgin yes?”

Jared nodded his head.

“So it’s obviously nothing to do with that…yet,” I added winking at him. “So…why don’t we start with the first so-called problem area, and take it from there.”

Jared had finally relaxed enough to begin laying it all out. As I’d guessed, the main issue between them at the moment was with regards to oral sex, büyükçekmece escort mostly on his end according to what he said.

“I take it, you have done this with other girls in the past? Or is this a first for you here too?” I asked him.

“A couple of times yes, but admittedly Jen, it didn’t seem to go as well with them either, so obviously I am doing something wrong here. And if I am…then I do want to learn and figure out what I’m doing that is wrong, or why they don’t like it. But so far, all I’m getting is a lot of negative feedback, and nothing positive. How the hell am I ever going to learn that way?”

“You aren’t,” I agreed. “At least not like that. But…if you’re willing, I really do think I can help you, and that I can do in a little different way than Cheryl obviously has been. So…if you’re willing, I am. But it’s entirely up to you.”

I saw the look of relief in his eyes as he glanced up towards me. “Then teach me,” he said. “Show me what I’m doing wrong.”

“First things first,” I told him. “Let’s set the mood, and get comfortable. That’s the most important thing, next to hygiene that is,” I said smiling at him. “Which means…you need a shower. So let’s begin with that. But…I’ll join you, and we’ll take it from there and go on to the next step once we’re all squeaky clean here shall we?”

I could see that Jared was definitely up for that. Once again wearing only his pajama bottoms and nothing else, his erection was already poking well up through the material of them as he sat there. He even looked down at himself realizing that he was, and blushed a little. I stood up, pulling him along with me taking his hand. Once he was, I then reached over, grasping his hard cock through the lightweight flannel material of his pajamas, and then pulled him along behind me while holding it into his parents’ bedroom and their much larger shower.

We soaped one another from head to toe, even going so far as to wash one another’s hair. I also noticed as we did that, he had some obvious stubble growing around his pubic region, he shaved which I admired his doing, now taking the razor and beginning to shave him myself. I was pleased at his trusting me to do so as I quickly smoothed him up, likewise gently lifting his balls, shaving those as well until he was as baby smooth as I was once again.

I then skinned back the foreskin on Jared’s penis, washing him thoroughly teasing him a little as I did so.

“Ok, now your turn to wash me,” I told him as I lifted one leg up on the corner shelf there in the shower stall. Jared knelt beneath me, his face only inches away from my pussy as he gingerly soaped me up once again, only this time looking at me as he did so. “Go ahead…take your time, wash everything, look at it as you do, familiarize yourself with me,” I told him. “But more importantly, enjoy yourself while you do.”

I didn’t have really long labia, but I enjoyed it when he pulled on each one stretching them out as he washed them, running a slippery finger alongside each of them, in addition to dipping the tip of his finger inside me. His look of utter fascination as he took his time admiring, just looking at me was arousing in and of itself. I could feel the moisture already beginning to pool between my legs, which he quickly discovered, looking up towards me, licking his finger off tasting me before sticking it briefly inside me once again.

We took an inordinate amount of time there in the shower, just touching, mostly looking becoming familiar and acquainted with one another’s bodies, without the worry or concern of doing so in an attempt to get one another off. That would come later…much, much later.

By the time we were both so aroused, we’d have popped without even touching one another further, it was time to get out, drying one another off as we did. I then led him out of the room as opposed to lying him down on his mother’s bed. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable about doing that, or having any worries or concerns about leaving a trace of our activities there. Leading him once again by the cock, he followed me back down the stairs into the living room where we pulled off all the cushions on the couch making a little bed on the floor. I lay down amongst them, propping my head up on one of the pillows, spreading my legs bending them at the knee.

“Take your time Jared, just look at me, touch me, do whatever you want…but just take your time, we’re not in any hurry here. And it’s also not a time for instructions, or orgasms…or anything like that. It’s just about fun, adventure, and in your getting to know me, ok?”

I could see by the smile on his face he was more than relaxed. Even his cock had actually deflated a little, becoming slightly flaccid again, but I was actually happy to see that as he positioned himself there on the floor, between my legs, and for the longest time, just looked at me.

Eventually I felt çekmeköy escort his finger again as he ran it up and down between my legs, ever so lightly…so teasingly, and I moaned, groaning pleasurably at his touch.

He smiled at that, laughingly, doing it again, playfully, erotically. And oh so sensually.

“I think I’m ready now,” he told me. “I want to taste you, lick you…eat you. But more importantly, I want you to tell me what I’m doing right…or doing wrong.”

“I will Jared, but not with words so much, as with actions. What I want you to do, is learn to read my body. If you do that, then you’ll know what I like, what feels good or what doesn’t. Learn to know the signals, and then keep doing that, or switch off and do something else when the signals are no longer telling you to keep doing the same thing. I might moan, or tremble, even at times speaking to you, but only in a good way…a pleasurable way. Learn to do that, and then you’ll know what it is I do like, or what I dislike. Or what it is that I want you to do again. You will begin to know and understand, that perhaps something you tried the first time I wasn’t ready for, but then later would be. And just because it might not feel good now, doesn’t mean that it won’t. Learn to read a woman’s body Jared, and she’ll become putty in your hands.”

I then told him that what we would do…afterwards, long after we’d satiated one another that we would indeed sit back and talk about it. I would only then tell him in words, but not during, what it was I enjoyed, or might not have enjoyed, but teaching him in a way where he could better interpret my signals. In that way, he would hopefully gain a better understanding of my body just as he should with any woman’s body, and that no two women were ever exactly alike when it came to that either. With patience, understanding and trust in himself, he would learn how to read and come to understand each and every woman independent of one another.

Once again I felt the tip of his finger as he began, gently probing me, touching me as I lay there on the floor in front of him. I then felt the tip of his tongue as he touched me exploringly. I loved the way it felt as it danced on the floor of my clit, for a moment…but he indeed went too fast, too quickly, too hard. With the gentle pressure of my hands on his head, I forced him away, backing off. He hesitated only for a moment, and then got the hint, now once again continuing as he feathered my clit so lightly with his tongue…I moaned.

“Yes Jared yes! Just like that baby, just like that!” I purred.

He now included a single finger inside me, soon after trying to include another. I wiggled away from allowing him to do that, so he went back to one. I moaned again, enjoying it, enjoying the tip of his tongue as it fluttered wildly on the tip of my hard little clit. I groaned audibly, deeply as he ran his tongue up the entire length of my split, flattening it as he continued to tickle me with his finger, once again a bit later adding another. This time I was ready for it, wanting it.

“Yes Jared, fuck me with your fingers, lick me, eat me, even suck my clit a little. But do it softly…gentle for a moment. I’ll tell you when to do otherwise,” I added. He seemed to respond to that, enthusiastically, passionately, enjoying the sounds of my words as he now wrapped his mouth about me, drawing my clit inside, sucking it, and gently chewing it. I was in heaven, and I let him know that.

When I came, I tensed up crying out audibly. I arched my back, my ass lifting up off the floor. I then felt his hands as they came up underneath my ass, pressing me into his face, and I came again. He was sucking on my clit, firmly now, damn near swallowing it, and I came again. Over and over I climaxed, the juices now running from my split, washing his face, bathing it in my nectar until he was covered in it, smiling, looking up at me, happy, relaxed, contented.

As was I.

We sat there on the floor recovering, and though he was now flaccid again, I toyed with it, enjoying that. As did he. And we talked, discussing what we’d just done and shared together, and now in words I told him what I’d liked, what I at first didn’t, and then why. He took it all in, smiling, nodding his head in understanding. It was like a light-bulb had gone off inside of his head.

“Now I understand, now I see what you mean,” he told me. “It hasn’t been like that before. I kept trying to do this, or do that, failing every time, getting frustrated, as obviously she did, as she was. But now at least I think I know what you meant, what you were constantly trying to show me.”

We sat there talking for the longest time, I continued to idly play with his prick, though it remained somewhat soft as I did. There were no expectations, no urgency as we did that. It was soft, it was sweet. And then he finally surprised me.

“Jen? Can I ask you a personal question? A very personal question? And you don’t have to answer me either, unless you want to. Unless you’re comfortable enough in doing so.”

“Go ahead, ask me,” I told him. “Not at all worried by what I might answer…if I did. It was a time of openness between us, trust, honesty. So I did when he asked me, even though I was surprised by what he did ask.

“Have you and mom…you know, messed around a little?” He asked.

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