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Author’s Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my story, Look Good Naked. For those of you who have drifted across from the deep end, thank you for the support, but you won’t find anything new here.

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I emptied my glass, allowing the velvety smooth liquid to envelop my tongue. The rich aroma filled my nostrils, before that all too familiar burn comfortably gripped my throat. I sighed as I leaned forward to place the glass on the coffee table, the milky ice cubes tinkling in hopeful punctuation.

There was another half a glass or so in the bottle, I knew. And it called to me. Refilled, I pushed back into the couch, snorting a laugh at my lack of courage. Yet another missed opportunity.

This latest girl looked dreadful , not the least bit attractive by any conventional measure. But there was something about her that drove me absolutely wild.

She was manning the cash register at Subway when I went in to grab a quick lunch earlier that day. I’d left her fellow Sandwich Artist with an instruction to pile on all the salads, and moved along the counter to pay. She was tall and gangly in that ill-fitting purple uniform. Her eyes were self-consciously cast down, and untidy swathes of chestnut hair fell across her gaunt, horsey face. As I watched her avoid my gaze while she shuffled around in the register, I found myself captivated by her. I don’t know what it was, but somehow, she got to me. For the first time since puberty, I was stricken with a spontaneous erection, right there in the queue of a sandwich shop.

I remembered her cold, clammy hand brushing mine when she handed me my change. Her touch was electric. And in that moment, I knew I had to have her. I held her hand lightly as she placed the coins in my palm, causing her to look up. I smiled at her, and she blushed and looked down again, unfamiliar with the attention.

I wanted to ask her out, or at least say something. But the words caught in the back of my throat, leaving my mouth hanging silently open. I kept hold of her hand, my cheeks burning and the sweat prickling on my forehead.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, confused. I persisted, as best I could with a growing audience of Subway Sandwich Art Lovers bottlenecking beside me, and the minimum-wage sauce squeezer on the other side of the counter equally perplexed.

But still blushing, and my heart pounding in my chest, no sound would come. Defeated, I released her hand and slunk out of there with my tail between my legs.

My eyes brimmed at the memory, as I let myself get carried away by self-pity and regret. I reached for the bottle, and drained the last of the Irish Cream into my glass.

“Fuck!” I gasped, wringing my eyes shut and throwing my head back. Thirty years old, and I still didn’t have the balls to ask a woman out to dinner. I was such a loser.

Fiona fumbling loudly at the door ripped me from my ruminations. It sounded like she was laughing as she struggled to get her key in the lock. She obviously had one of her friends with her, or at least on the other end of her mobile phone.

I threw down the last of the Baileys and took the bottle to the recycling bin under the sink. A quick rinse of the glass before I slammed it in the dishwasher disposed of the last of the evidence. The last thing I needed was the passive aggressive judgement of my flatmate.

When Fiona finally burst through the door, it was clear that she was crying, rather than laughing. She was wailing in loud, hysterical sobs. She slammed the front door behind her and stormed off to her bedroom in noisy stiletto clicks across the timber floor.

“Oh shit, Fiona, are you all right?” I called after her, my mood instantly shifting to concern.

Her bedroom door slammed shut in reply, the sound of her crying on the other side barely muffled.

I knocked on her door, but got no response. “Fi, what’s wrong?” I called through the door. Still receiving no answer.

Pressing down on the lever, I inched her door open just enough to poke my head through. She was lying face down on her bed, howling into her pillow. Her whole body shook with every sob.

Hey “Fiona?” I called gently to my flatmate. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Go away!” she screamed into her pillow, then turned onto her side so that she was facing away from me.

Fiona tucked her knees up into the foetal position. The little black dress she’d gone out in pulled up as she did, exposing almost all of her long, shapely thighs. She hadn’t even taken her shoes off, the long black stiletto heels threatening to puncture her pale blue bedspread. She was racked with violent sobs, whining desperately as she cried.

Fuelled by Dutch, or more accurately, Irish courage, I went in to comfort her. I sat on the bed, placing my hand gently on her bare shoulder. My touch had no effect, so I spooned up to her and wrapped my arms around her. With my face buried in Fiona’s mane of dark brown hair, I was distracted by the coconut and honey scent of her shampoo.

I held her as she continued to cry, surprised by my own boldness. Apart from the handshake balgat escort I had offered her when we first met last year, I had never touched her. But something about the hopeless despair of her sobs resonated with me.

It was several minutes before the sobs eventually subsided, giving way to long, deep breaths and the occasional sniffle. I touched my lips to the crown of her head after a moment, causing Fiona to slowly turn over. She wrapped herself around me, nuzzling into my chest. I stroked her long, thick hair, and again planted a soft kiss, this time on her forehead.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

Fiona screwed up her face and began to cry again. She shook her head as she buried her face into my chest.

“Hey,” I soothed, stroking her soft hair. “Shhh, it’s okay…”

“It’s not okay!” Her voice was strained and high-pitched into my chest. “I’m a freak!”

I was shocked by the statement, frozen and unable to find the words to respond. “I don’t under…”

“I’m a freak, Will!” She lifted her head up to face me. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her mascara was smeared in blurry panda smudges. “No one’s ever going to want me!”

“Hey, slow down,” I breathed. “Tell me what happened.” I didn’t understand where that statement had come from. She was beautiful. As flawed as my decision was, it was the reason I had chosen her above other more suitable applicants to live with me.

“Oh, I can’t,” she said, hiding her face in my chest again.

Of course not, I thought with a roll of my eyes. I wasn’t cool enough for her. I was just the nice guy at home to keep her company in case she had nothing better to do on a Saturday night.

“It’s just…I don’t know how to talk to you about this.”

“Fi, you can talk to me about anything. My eyes rolled involuntarily, seemingly controlled by the little voice of reason in my head I never listened to. I kept trying to win her over though.

“I know, Will.” She paused, with a squeeze of my arm. Then she swallowed. “It’s just…it’s…about sex.”

I swallowed myself.

I hunkered down with a deep sigh, then coaxed Fiona into talking to me about what had happened. It was part of the nice guy job description after all, mopping up after some alpha male fuckwitt.

She explained that she had gone home with a guy who had recently joined her group of friends. She had taken an instant liking to him, and he had finally made his move.

“He wouldn’t turn off the lights, Will,” she sobbed. “He said he wanted to look at me. I told him I wanted to turn them off, but he just wouldn’t. I should have just left.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I really liked him, Will.” Her tears overtook her again, and it was another minute before Fiona calmed down.

I lay there silently, waiting for her to continue, stroking her hair with my left hand, and her upper arm with my right.

“He started kissing me. And then he unzipped my dress, and I was just standing there in my underwear.” She paused. “And then he undid my bra.”

Far from my finest hour, I was actually becoming aroused. The thought of her being undressed was getting me hard.

“Oh, Will, it was awful,” she wept. “I tried to hold it on, but he pulled it away. Oh, his face! He was so grossed out. He said my nipples looked like pen lids. He actually stepped away from me, like this.” She leaned back from me, holding her hands up in front of her, as if surrendering.

“Oh, Fi,” I consoled as best I could, squeezing her back against me. “Don’t worry what a jerk like that thinks of you. You’re so beaut…”

“That’s not all,” she said. “Oh God, I was so stupid!”

“What happened?” I whispered.

“I said, ‘I can leave my bra on if you want.'”

I couldn’t help but sigh. For once, my voice of reason and I were in agreement.

“I know, Will,” she whined. “It was so stupid. I should have just left.” She sighed. “I just liked him so much.

“But he said, ‘Okay.” And I did my bra back up. We started kissing again, but I could tell he was still really freaked out.” Fiona took a second, fortifying herself for the next part of the account. “he wasn’t really into it.” She swallowed. “So then I started blowing him.”

I felt my body stiffen at the admission. It was the last thing I wanted to hear from her, especially with such an asshole.

“He was into it again,” she went on.

“I bet,” I scoffed.

Fiona managed to snort a small laugh herself, then continued, “Eventually, we were on his bed and he was on top of me. I asked him to turn off the light again, but he just ignored me. And then I tried to get on my hands and knees, but he wouldn’t let me turn over.”

My stomach started to churn as I feared what might be coming next.

“He said, I really want to see this.’ And he started pulling down my panties. I really didn’t want him to see me,” she cried. “I tried covering myself, but he kept moving my hands. And then he pulled my legs apart.”

Fiona groaned, clenching her jaw tightly. “He was like, ‘What the bahçelievler escort fuck! That’s so gross! You’ve got a dick!’ I tried to tell him that it was just my clitoris. But he was jumping around the room, freaking out all over the place. He was calling me a hermaphrodite, and a fag. And he said he should beat the shit out of me.”

I was stunned. It was the last thing I was expecting to hear. I was relieved that he hadn’t forced her, but that quickly gave way to rage at the way he had treated her.

“And then he started saying something about a crying game, or something. I don’t know. I just started crying, and got dressed, and ran out. He was like, Get the fuck out!’ and all that. I had to call a taxi from outside.

“He was so cruel, Will,” Fiona sobbed. “I really liked him.”

“Oh, Fi,” I sighed. “I know.” Of course, I had never heard about him until then, but I was just trying to be supportive.

We lay there holding each other until Fiona fell silent, breathing deeply into my chest. I didn’t know what to say, so I just focussed on the tactile sensation of her hair and her skin. She was so soft.

“What’s a crying game?” she sniffled a few minutes later.

“It’s a movie,” I explained, coughing a laugh, and giving her the twenty-five word synopsis.

I sat her up on her bed, sitting up next to her. She slipped off her shoes, and dropped them over the edge onto the charcoal carpet. I held her head in my hands, her face only an inch from mine. Behind the puffy red and streaked grey, her eyes were so beautiful. They were hazel, with tiny flecks of green and gold.

“Fiona, Sweetheart, you are so beautiful.”

“Oh, Will,” she dismissed immediately, rolling her eyes so hard that her head flew back.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I shot back. “You look like a fuckin’ train wreck right now. You’ve been crying for an hour, and you’re covered in snot.”

“Oh God!” she panicked, throwing her hand over her mouth and lunging for a tissue on her bedside table.

“You are beautiful,” I said forcefully. Then with a smile, and the best fake British accent I could summon, “Love, you’re just gorgeous!”

Fiona wrinkled her nose at me, her brow furrowed. “Michael Caine?”

“No! Gok Wan. You know, How to Look Good Naked.” I was indignant. “Remember? You made me watch it.”

It took her a second, but she knew where I was going, and sat back defensively. “Will, no!”

I gave her a playful grin.

Fiona squealed, then darted off her bed for the door. I leapt up after her, snatching her up around the waist and spinning her back into the room in a flurry of dark hair, cocktail dress and laughter.

“come on,” I said seriously. “Let’s do this.

With her back to me, she turned her head to meet my gaze. I could tell she recognised the sincerity in my eyes, and her body relaxed in my arms.

“Okay,” she whispered.

I loosened my grip around her waist and stomach, letting my hands slide around until they were resting on her narrow hips. As we stepped across the room to the mirrored wardrobe doors, I could feel the waistband of her panties beneath her dress, and the flex and roll of her muscles in my hands.

The reflection of Fiona standing there in a sexy little black dress, bare feet and dishevelled makeup was surprisingly alluring. She was tall, with only my eyes and forehead poking up above the top of her head. The rest of my body framed her lithe form, with my shoulders extending out past hers.

“Hmm,” she breathed.

“Yeah, you probably need to clean yourself up a bit,” I smiled into the back of her head.

She laughed, and skipped off to the bathroom. The sound of running water, sliding drawers and banging cupboards filtered into her room from the bathroom just outside. I waited patiently, watching the doorway for her return. And when I saw the bathroom light click off, I couldn’t help but smile.

Fiona padded back into her bedroom. Her shoulders were slumped slightly, but she looked straight into my eyes as she settled back into position in between me and the mirror. Her face was still a little raw, but otherwise clean and natural.

“Wow. That’s much better,” I smiled, tilting my head around to the side so that she could fully see my face in the mirror. Then again with the accent, “You’re gorgeous, Love. Goctastic!”

She silently laughed at me, shaking her head.

I placed my hands on her shoulders. “So, how do you feel?”

“Fine,” she said. “But this isn’t the problem.”

“Okay then,” I said indifferently. And with one, smooth motion, I unzipped the back of her dress down to the base of her spine.

Fiona gasped, her hazel eyes like saucers. Before she had a chance to react, I hooked my thumbs into the thin shoulder straps and peeled them down over her arms. The material caught briefly on the front of her bra, and I slid my hands around her full breasts to free it. The dress fell to her waist, bunching at her hips.

We stared into each other’s eyes through the mirror, and I batıkent escort ran my fingers down her soft stomach, burrowing in between her panties and the folds of her dress. Sliding my hands around to the gentle flare of her hips, I pushed the dress past her curves, and it splashed to the floor, pooling at her feet.

She took a deep breath, her chest and shoulders rising as she took in the sight of herself in nothing but a frilly black lace bra and matching panties. Then she sighed suddenly, with a drop of her shoulders.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, surprised at her reaction. “You’re stunning.”

“Yeah,” she breathed impassively. “Until these come off.”

She met my eyes in the mirror and sighed. Fiona lifted her chin fractionally, entrenching her insecurity. Her hair fell about her shoulders, and I combed it back with my fingers so that all the soft, dark strands hung down over her shoulder blades. The newly exposed cleavage from the top of her bra was impressive.

Flicking the tag out from her bra strap, I looked at the size. “Ten-C? What’s that? I thought it was supposed to be thirty-six or something?”

“Oh God, Will.” Fiona nearly clocked me in the face as she threw her head back in another epic eye roll. “Ten is my dress size, and C is the cup size. Thirty-six and all that is American sizing. I think it’s inches around the chest.” With that, her fingertips traced around the bottom of her bra.

“Hmm.” I looked up from the tag again. “So you’re rocking a pair of C cups? Dude!” My smile and bobbing head punctuating my impressed tone.

Fiona groaned with another roll of her eyes, but she couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from curling up. When our eyes met again, a full smile broke out across her face.

“So talk to me,” I grinned back. “What is it about these perfect breasts you don’t like?”

“It’s my nipples.” Her smile faded away, but her tone was still light. “They’re really big. I mean, they poke out really badly.” She started to cringe.

“Well, let’s get a look at them then.” I kept my tone light, trying to downplay the significance of her insecurity. Then I whispered, “Take off your bra when you’re ready.”

Time stood still, with Fiona and I staring into the mirror. She wasn’t moving. Her arms hung by her sides, her thumbs twitching back and forth across her thighs.

“Oh come on, Love,” I flamboyantly called in my best British accent. “Get your bangers out and give us a look, yeah?”

Fiona’s stomach tightened with a single bout of silent laughter. And then when we locked eyes, she laughed again.

“Go on, Love!”

“Okay, okay,” she giggled, reaching behind her back and finding the clasp.

Her bra popped open, and her hands quickly whipped around the front to catch the cups. Her face was serious as she looked at me, her head tilted to the left. She returned my smile as I peeled the shoulder straps down until they fell into the crooks of her elbows. Then, with one last sigh, Fiona lowered her hands, letting the bra fall away with them.

“Whoa,” I gasped involuntarily.

Those spectacular , full globes hung proudly on her chest, with only the slightest hint of succumbing to gravity. Her deep pink areolas contrasted beautifully with her creamy porcelain skin. And whatever issues she had with her nipples, were a nonsense. They were large, protruding out about an inch, but they were so deliciously puffy and suckable.

“Fi,” I beamed. “I don’t…what are you…what the fuck? Your nipples are gorgeous.”

She shifted awkwardly, tilting her head and lifting one shoulder. “It’s when they get hard. They’re a lot longer.”

“Okay, so make them go hard and let’s have a look,” I suggested.

Fiona wrinkled her nose at me, bemused. “I can’t just make them go hard.”

“What about if you pinch them a little?”

She barked a sarcastic laugh, holding her hands incredulously over her breasts. ” I’m not pinching my nipples in front of you.”

“Okay. I’ve got an idea. Wait there.” I sprang out to the kitchen, returning a minute later with one of the short glasses I usually used for Baileys, with a couple of ice cubes swirling in the bottom.

“Oh no you don’t,” she laughed, catching sight of the glass and shaking her head.

“Pinch or chill, Love: what’s your pleasure?” My nineteenth century Cockney was first class.

Fiona’s smile was resigned. The flush in her cheeks was growing, and I could tell she was getting excited by the prospect of either. Her nipples were already noticeably longer. She pressed her lips together, lifted her chin, and looked directly into my eyes with as much dignity as she could muster. Then she crossed her arms under her breasts and exhaled audibly, filling the air with the scent of the sweet, pre-mixed vodka she had been drinking with her friends.

“Okay then,” I breathed, taking a slippery ice cube from the glass.

Fiona’s breath hitched as the frozen cube touched the end of her left nipple, and I could see it lengthen before my eyes. My own breath wavered, and I looked up to see her blush deepen as she looked down at herself.

I looped the cube around her hardening nipple, leaving a glistening trail on her engorged flesh. The backs of my numb fingers occasionally grazed her nipple as I spun the ice around and around, and I was losing myself. It only got worse when I reached her dark pink, almost purple areola. I must have completed at least half a dozen laps.

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Cindi, the stunning beauty that worked at our local convenience store would always greet me with a big bright smile and a cheerful “Hi.” To say that she was the ‘All American Beauty’ was an understatement. She had shoulder length blond hair surrounding an absolutely cherubic face with a tiny, upturned nose, full cupid’s bow lips and deep blue eyes that you could get lost in for days. At first glance she would seem almost chubby but that was because of her large breasts and a well rounded, heart shaped ass that would make your teeth ache. She was so sweet I was sure that she shit marshmallows.

Our relationship stayed on an employee-customer basis for a long time because even though she seemed more mature than most of the women I was dating, I still thought she was too young. When she would help me find a certain product or pick out a video, she always stood real close, sometimes lightly brushing her ample breast against my arm, driving me crazy by tempting me with her forbidden fruit. One night when I stopped into the store to pick up some beer and a movie I could see she was not too happy. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Last week I broke up with my boyfriend, yesterday was my eighteenth birthday and nobody seemed to notice, and I’ve had to work every night this week. Other than that, life’s great,” she said. “Seeing you is the best thing that’s happened to me today.”

“Man, you are desperate.”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way,” she laughed, giving me a hug. “It’s just that I feel good when you’re ankara olgun escort around. You’re nice and so mature.”

“That happens when you pass thirty.”

“I like that. My ex boyfriend was such a punk asshole. It seemed like all he was using me for was to get himself off. Then he’d leave to go hang out with his jock buddies. Sometimes I’d get so frustrated I could scream. I should have never told him I was on the pill.”

“That boy is a sick puppy. If I had a girlfriend as sweet as you, I’d make sure you were happy.”

“I’ll bet you could make me happy,” she said, then gave me a deep, wet kiss as she pressed her magnificent tits into my chest. “All I’ve wanted for my birthday was an orgasm. I’ve read about them and they sound wonderful.”

The only thing that went through my mind right then was; there is a God in heaven and He does answer prayers! I put my arms around her waist, pulled her close to me and kissed her while lightly probing her mouth through our slightly parted lips. She took my hands in hers and moved them up her torso so that I was cupping her big, firm tits. When we came up for air, she smiled at me mischievously and said, “Whoa, lookee there, it’s eleven o’clock, time to close the store.”

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only twenty after ten. “Nobody’s come in for the last two hours except you,” she said. “If I get fired, no big deal. I’m gonna quit anyway.”

She locked the front door, then ankara ucuz escort took me by the hand and led me to the back room. After she turned off the store lights, she reached around behind a stack of boxes and pulled out a blanket and an inflated air mattress and put them on the floor, spreading the blanket out over the mattress. “Let’s get naked,” she said as she pulled her tank top over her head.

Her firm tits stood out high and proud as her nipples puckered and distended, inviting me to suck and nibble them. As I leaned down and savored the perfection of her mounds, I unzipped her denim skirt, then pushed it down, along with her panties and stroked my hand through the soft bush covering her pubis. She deftly opened the front of my jeans and took my swelling cock in her hand, making it grow to its full length.

When I ran a fingertip into her steamy crevice she let out a soft moan as her knees buckled slightly. She lowered herself down onto the mattress, beckoning for me to join her. I kicked off my jeans and lay down next to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her some more. I worked my way down her neck and kissed and nuzzled circles around those magnificent boobs then sucked and gently bit each nipple, one then the other until she was moaning uncontrollably. With some reluctance, I left the perfection of her tits and kissed my way down her abdomen, then nuzzled into the fragrant thatch of hair between her legs. I parted her swollen ankara yabancı escort cunt lips with my tongue and licked the tangy moisture that was flowing from her quivering orifice. I found the little hard knot of her clitoris hidden in the creamy folds of sensitive flesh and sucked it out of it’s hiding place and started flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

Cindi let out a loud gasp as her body began to spasm and she pulled me up on top of her and wrapped her legs around me. I could feel the shaft of my cock pressing into the folds of her pussy, so I raised up slightly so that the head was positioned at the well-lubricated entrance of her feminine sheath then slid it into the tight aperture. She met my thrust by raising her hips and my cock slid in all the way, stretching the slippery walls of her tight cunt.

Cindi met my every thrust as I stroked my cock in and out of her. With my throbbing hard on still buried deep in Cindi’s gripping cunt, I rolled us over so that she was on the top. “Now you’re in control,” I told her. “Find the position and the movement that feels the best and go for it.”

She wiggled her hips then started thrusting them back and forth. “OH! It feels so good,” she said as she sat upright, driving my cock even further in to her. She continued thrusting her hips back and forth as she ground her pussy into my pelvic bone. I reached up and squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples as her movements increased in speed. It didn’t take long before I was ready to explode and as her body began to quiver, she let out a loud gasp and her orgasmic spasms carried me right along with her to climax.

“I had no idea it felt so good,” she said when she finally caught her breath. “I couldn’t tell if I had one long orgasm or a bunch of them all strung together, but it was wonderful. Thank you for my birthday present.”

“It’s a gift that keeps giving,” I said.

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Note to readers: This is a little different than my usual stuff. Please let me know what you think. This was definitely inspired by my high school English teacher. Too bad we never had a class reunion though…

Terri Simmons studied the covers of the two romance novels she held, totally oblivious to what was going on around her in the bookstore. She frowned with indecision, trying to decide which of the books she was going to buy. One of them had the steamiest picture she had seen on a romance novel, with the heroine’s breast thrust up impudently, and the hero’s hand poised at her neckline, ready to expose her succulent flesh. Terri’s pussy was getting wet just looking at the picture.

However, the other book had a more promising storyline. A young virgin, captured by her family’s arch enemy and held in his fortress, forced to submit to his passion…how could Terri resist a teaser like that? She felt the telltale tightening in the pit of her belly at the thought of being seduced by a sexy, powerful man, and she released a shaky breath. Decisions, decisions…

“Find anything you like there Terri?”

Terri jumped from the unexpected interruption, but even more from the husky tenor of the voice that had whispered the question in her ear. She dropped one of the books as she whirled to face Mr. Ash, her former high school English teacher. Her face flamed.

“Mr. Ash! What a surprise to see you here.” She pasted a bright smile on her face.

The twinkle in his eyes and the smile that flirted with the corners of his mouth told her that he knew she was embarrassed. He knelt to retrieve the book she had dropped, and he couldn’t resist surreptitiously scanning her legs. She was wearing a short skirt that came to mid thigh, and her exposed ankles, calves, knees and lower thighs were curvy perfection. In his mind’s eye, he pictured those legs wrapped around his waist while he plundered her tight pussy…he was getting hard just thinking about it. He forced his thoughts back to the present as he stood up to hand her the book.

Terri’s blush burned even brighter as Mr. Ash studied the cover of the book she had dropped. It was the book with the erotic picture, and Terri wanted to melt into the floor. She had had a crush on Mr. Ash all through high school, and even three years later, she still fantasized about him. More often than not, it was him she thought about while she stroked herself to climax in her lonely apartment.

Terri hadn’t been the only girl in her high school to have a crush on him. Most of the girls in her school had drooled over Mr. Ash, with his tight fitting jeans that lovingly hugged a perfect butt. Every time he turned his back to write on the blackboard, the girls in his class would crane their necks to get a better look. They had nicknamed him Mr. Ass.

Of course, his perfect ass was part of a totally appealing package. At the age of twenty five, he had been the youngest teacher in their school. His body was lean and muscular, and he had the most startling sky blue eyes. His hair was tawny gold and just a bit too long for a proper teacher. The ends curled over the collar of his shirt, and Terri had often fantasized about running her fingers through those wavy locks at his nape.

Mr. Ash raised an amused brow as he handed the book back to her. His grin was the epitome of sexy. “Interesting read you’ve chosen Terri. I see I wasn’t able to inspire a burning love of literature in you.”

His tone was clearly teasing, and Terri found herself returning his smile. He had no idea that he had inspired lots of burning love in her, just not for literature! She looked up at him with a shrug.

“Well, you know, it’s good to be interested in a variety of genres. Shakespeare and Thoreau are fine and good for an afternoon’s entertainment, but they’re not the greatest choices for bedtime companions.”

Mr. Ash considered her statement, his cock twitching at the thought of her needing a bedtime companion. A woman like her shouldn’t have to go to bed with a book. He had been attracted to her since she had been a sophomore in his class, but he had never acted on his inappropriate urges. He hadn’t forgotten her since though, and he had always wondered what had become of his sexiest student.

Seeing her now, at the age of twenty one, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her dark blonde hair was gathered into a casual knot and held with a clip, and her brown eyes were definitely the bedroom variety. Her full lips by themselves were enough to inspire naughty fantasies, not to mention those perfect, pert breasts filling out her t-shirt…he had to get a grip on his imagination, or he was going to embarrass himself.

“I was just about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join me Terri?” He found himself holding his breath for her answer.

Terri’s smile widened as she looked up at him. “I would love to Mr. Ash.”

He laughed with pleasure. “You know, I’m not your teacher anymore. You can call me Brian if you like.”

Terri nodded. “Okay Brian. Lead the bahçeşehir escort way.” Terri set both novels on the shelf and turned to walk away.

“I thought you were going to buy one of those books,” Brian said.

“I changed my mind,” Terri said with a shrug. She didn’t mention that seeing him had provided her with enough bedtime fantasy material to last months. She wouldn’t need a romance novel for a while!

They walked to a nearby Greek café, chatting about the events of the past three years since they had seen each other. They were both a bit surprised to realize that they were completely at ease in each other’s company. Over a lunch of calamari, salad and wine, Terri told him about her adventures in university, and Brian asked lots of questions, obviously interested.

“So I only have one more semester to go before I graduate. Then, I will have to find a great job so I can pay off my student loan!”

Brian raised his wineglass to salute her, and there was a twinkle in his eye. “Ah, here’s to student loans!” They both drank, and he set his glass down. “Don’t worry too much about it. I know from personal experience that you pay it off sooner than you expect. Especially once you get a job as a computer programmer. They make good money.”

“I hope so,” Terri laughed. “I’m counting on all my hard work to pay off. What about you? Are you still teaching at Gordon High?”

“No, I stopped teaching about two years ago,” Brian replied. He was distracted as he watched a piece of calamari disappear into her luscious mouth…he suddenly realized she had said something. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked what you are doing now,” Terri repeated, briefly wondering about the dreamy look on his face.

“Well, I’ve had a few books published, and now I’m a full time author.”

“No way! Really?” Terri’s enthusiasm was flattering.

Brian laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I really like it, being able to work on my own schedule, no commute, no school board politics to deal with.”

“That is so cool!” Terri said with a smile. “What kind of books do you write?”

Brian looked down at his plate. A wicked grin was threatening, but he tried hard to keep a straight face. He was not entirely successful as he met her eye. “I write romance novels.”

Terri choked on her salad and grabbed her glass of water. It was several moments before her sputtering subsided and she met his amused stare. “You’re joking right?”

“No really, I’m serious. I write under the pen name of Brianna Ashton. Maybe you’ve seen some of my books?”

Terri could only give a weak nod as she reeled from shock. She had not only seen his books, she had every one of them at home beside her bed. He was, in fact, her favorite author, although Terri had always thought he was a she. Her mind raced, as she realized that all his books had a theme of a strong, sexy man who couldn’t resist the lure of a younger woman. Of course, the characters always ended up having hot, steamy sex. Not surprisingly, her favorite of his books was about a teacher who seduced one of his students…a young, pretty blonde with brown eyes.

Terri could feel her pussy soaking her panties, and she shifted on her chair. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having lunch with my favorite author. I’ve read every one of your books.”

Brian’s cheeks flushed with surprised pleasure. “I’m flattered.”

“How do you come up with your inspiration?” Terri asked.

She placed another bite of calamari on her tongue, licking her upper lip to remove a bit of the sauce. She noticed that his eyes watched the golden morsel disappear before he responded.

Brian gave a casual shrug as he answered. “Oh, from different things that I’ve experienced or fantasized about. I think it’s best to write about things you know.”

“That makes sense,” Terri replied. “Are you working on another novel now? I would love to read an excerpt.”

Brian laughed. “As a matter of fact, I am. If you’re seriously interested, I’ll give you my number and you can drop by sometime when you have time.”

Oh, she was interested all right! That was the understatement of the year.

“How about today? I’m free for the rest of the day, if you’ve got time to show me your stuff.”

“Alright,” Brian murmured.

He could feel his pulse beginning to race at the thought of having Terri in his house. He definitely wanted to show her his stuff, but he wasn’t thinking about his writing. If she only knew how many times he had dreamed about having sex with her, she would be shocked. It was a challenge to stay focused on the conversation as they finished their meal, but he managed.

**********

Brian gave her a ride to his house. He lived in a gorgeous, modern two-storey, tucked away in the woods. As they drove down the lane dappled in early afternoon sunlight, Terri admired her surroundings.

“This is lovely, Brian. Have you lived here long?”

“Just two years. When my first book went into its third printing, bakırköy escort I finally had enough money to buy this place. I’ve got the house and about thirty acres. I like the isolation, but the house is close enough to town that I can go in whenever I want.”

He pulled his pickup to a stop in front of his house and led her inside. Terri looked around, smiling at the tasteful décor. “This is lovely. You have really good taste.”

She turned and caught him eyeing her legs, and she secretly smiled. She was very glad that she had decided to wear a sexy red lace bra and matching thong panties beneath her clothes. The thought suddenly occurred to her that her love of sexy lingerie had been inspired by the novels of one Brianna Ashton! They always contained at least one scene where the hero gets to enjoy the sight of the heroine dressed in her underwear. Her panties were getting wetter by the minute…

“Thank you,” Brian smiled. “I like it. Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure, whatever you’re having.”

Terri followed him into the kitchen, admiring the view of his delectable ass as he walked. Her fingers fairly itched to squeeze those firm butt cheeks…

“Is water with lime okay?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

“Sounds great.”

Terri watched as he dropped ice cubes into two tall glasses. He dug a lime out of the crisper and sliced off a few pieces. As he squeezed the lime over the ice, Terri felt her nipples beginning to tingle. What would it feel like to have his fingers on her breast? She cleared her throat a little nervously as he poured sparkling water into the glasses and handed one to her.

“Thanks,” she smiled, watching him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. “So, do you have an office here that you use for your writing?”

“Yeah, it’s upstairs.”

He led her through the living room, past a huge picture window that looked out onto a backyard deck, pool and hot tub.

“Wow, this is really beautiful,” Terri said sincerely. “It must be great to have your own pool on these hot summer days.”

“Yeah, I do enjoy it. Plus, it’s great with the backyard being so private. I don’t have to worry about nosey neighbors if I want to sunbathe in the nude.”

Terri nearly moaned at the mental image of him nude, slathered in oil, but she managed to subdue the urge.

She followed him up a flight of stairs to a landing that looked down below. As they walked down a hallway, they passed a massive bedroom, and Terri peeked inside. There was a king size bed, and the sheets were rumpled. Her belly tightened at the thought of him naked between those sheets.

His office was at the end of the hall, and it had large windows on two sides that allowed in an abundance of light. Brian flipped on a computer and motioned for her to sit down in the office chair. He leaned over her shoulder and his arm brushed along hers as he reached for the mouse.

“Let me just open up the folder…here we go.”

He glanced down and nearly drooled at the sight of her full breasts and the dark valley in between. Even when he’d been her teacher, he had always fantasized about her lusciously full breasts. He knew she would have beautiful pert nipples, because he had seen the outline of them through her shirt many times. In fact, he could see their outline right now, and from this angle, he could see the edge of her bra. Was that red lace? His imagination went wild.

“What is the title?” Terri asked, glancing up at him.

Brian quickly met her eye. He wasn’t sure if she had noticed the direction of his gaze, but he flushed slightly.

“The title? Oh, I’m not sure yet. It will probably be something along the lines of ‘Class Reunion’. The final say will be up to the publisher.”

“That sounds intriguing,” Terri said with a grin. “What’s the basic plot?”

Brian’s flush grew even darker, but he managed to meet her stare. “Well, it’s about a teacher who meets his former student at a class reunion. They hit it off and one thing leads to another…you know.”

“Can I read one of the sex scenes?” Terri inquired, with a laugh.

“Well, I haven’t really finished the first sex scene yet. I’ve kind of run into writer’s block lately.”

“Hmmm, well can I see what you’ve written so far?”

“Only if you promise not to laugh,” he said, grinning down at her.

“You have my word, I won’t laugh.”

Laughter was the furthest thing from Terri’s mind at that moment. She was more concerned about not soaking through her skirt. She held her breath as Brian leaned over her once more and clicked open a file. He scrolled down a few pages and clicked the curser to show her where the sex scene started.

“There you go. This is the first time the main characters are about to get laid. Tell me what you think.”

Brian pulled up another chair and sat slightly behind and to her left as Terri began to read. At first, it was difficult for her to concentrate with him watching her. She could almost feel his eyes on her like başakşehir escort a caress, and her skin began to heat. However, after a few minutes, she became totally engrossed in what she was reading.

He truly was a talented writer, and the characters he had created seemed to come to life. Terri was unaware of it, but as she read, she became increasingly aroused. Her lips parted slightly, her nipples hardened into tight buds that were clearly visible under her shirt, and she squirmed unconsciously on her seat. Brian couldn’t help but smile as he watched her reactions. Damn she was sexy!

He watched her hand manipulate the mouse, and his mouth went dry. She seemed to caress it, her finger rolling smoothly over the ball. He squirmed in his own chair as he thought about her dainty little hand rolling smoothly over his balls…

“This is wonderful, Brian. But what an odd place to stop writing,” she mused thoughtfully, finally turning to face him. “You were right to the best part, when he’s about to take her, and you just stopped. Why?”

Brian cleared his throat and looked up at her a bit sheepishly from beneath his brows. “Well, I’m having a hard time trying to figure out the positioning.”

Terri frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t decide what position she wants him to fuck her in. What do you think would be best?”

Terri’s pulse was suddenly hammering, and she felt an overwhelming tightening in the pit of her belly. She swiveled her chair around to face him, and her legs brushed against his. It seemed thirty degrees hotter in the room.

“I guess that depends on how big his cock is,” she whispered in a sultry voice. Her eyes dropped suggestively to his lap, and she could see the large outline of his very hard erection.

“I’d say it’s bigger than average,” Brian said softly. “Since her pussy’s so tight, she’s likely going to have a hard time taking him all in.”

“Hmmm,” Terri said thoughtfully. “Then it’s probably best for her to be on top, so she can control the penetration and give herself time to stretch.”

Terri stood up and straddled his hips, lowering herself onto his lap. Her skirt was too short and too tight for this position, and it rode up high on her hips, revealing her lacy red thong panties.

“You know, something like this,” she murmured.

Terri could feel his rock hard cock bulging beneath her, and she gave him a seductive smile as she opened her thighs wide, giving him a better view. Brian grasped her hips, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her damp crotch. There was a growing patch of moisture showing on her panties, and he could smell her musky scent.

“Do you think he should completely undress her first, or just make love to her with her clothes on?”

As he asked the question, Brian was sliding her t-shirt up over her breasts. He whisked it over her head, leaving her upper body in just a lacy red bra. Her nipples were clearly visible, and the way they peeked through the gauzy lace made him painfully hard. It took only a flick of his hand to release the clip in her hair, and it tumbled in golden waves down around her shoulders.

Terri was finding it hard to talk, but she managed in a breathy whisper as his hands cupped her breasts and began squeezing her nipples. “I think after not seeing each other for several years, they would be too impatient to completely undress. I think she would just be desperate to have him inside her. She’s probably been dreaming about him for years.”

“I’m sure he’s had his fair share of fantasies about her too. It probably drove him wild when she was his student, and he couldn’t have her.”

Brian pulled her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it hard, through her bra. He grazed his teeth over the tip, and she moaned. Her head fell backward in surrender, and she arched to press her breast more fully into his lovely hot mouth.

“And would she be terribly wet for him, do you think?” Brian asked, still feasting on her tit.

“Umm, yes definitely. Her panties would be soaked through.” Terri’s reply came out as a guttural groan.

Brian’s hand cruised down to her pussy, and he explored her swollen folds as he switched to her other breast. She was so wet that they could both hear the slurping sound of his fingers caressing her. Brian grasped the crotch of her flimsy panties and pulled it aside, slipping one finger deep inside her.

Good lord, she was tight and wet! Brian almost shot his load right then, feeling the muscles of her pussy clamp down onto his finger. He released her nipple and watched her face as he stroked her hot little pussy. His thumb raked across her clit, and he slipped another finger in beside the first. Terri moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, her eyes closed in concentration.

“How can he be sure that this is really what she wants?” Brian asked her.

Terri’s eyes fluttered open to lock with his, and she smiled. “She would show him, of course. Like this.”

In one graceful move, she rose from his lap and knelt between his legs. Meeting his eye, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his beautiful, hard cock. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of him. He was at least ten inches long and broader around than her wrist. Her pussy twitched in anticipation of being stretched to accommodate him.

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Chapter 01: Sharon

All the cab driver stories are in some part based on fact. They all could, or did happen, either in part or completely.

*

I am a 40 year old cab driver, married and living in one of a square of houses in town. Living opposite me was Sharon, a slim 26 year old, divorcee with two kids.

Sharon used to dump her kids with her mother in law every Friday and Saturday night so that she could go clubbing. I had often seen her come out of the club at night with some guy or other on her arm and seen that guy leaving her house the following morning as I was finishing work which was about 4am, now and again one of the guy’s would last a little longer but not very often.

One Saturday night she came out of the club with a guy on her arm and another one following close behind, I assumed it was the guy’s mate. Dressed in a short loose skirt and a crop top buttoned in the middle it was plain to see she wasn’t’ wearing a bra, her nipples were standing out clearly. They walked over to my car and all got in with Sharon in the middle

“Hi Sharon.” I said, she was out of her skull drunk

“Oh! Hi, yallrite.” she slurred.

“Yeah fine, where to?” I said.

Boyfriend gave an address and we started off, I could see in the mirror that she was kissing him almost before we started to move. Boyfriend’s hands were starting to roam about and even his mate was getting in on the action as well. ‘Maybe they had done this before I thought.’

The trip was a little out of town and by the time we arrived her top was undone, her skirt was up and her pants were at her knees. Boyfriend had his hand on her pussy and mate was chewing a tit. She seemed ok so I just gave the price and mate handed over the fare “Keep the change.” he said, excitement in his voice

Boyfriend tried to pull Sharon out his door but she pulled back saying, “No, I wanna go home.”

“Come on Shaz, have a cup of coffee.” boyfriend said determinedly.

“No! Mike take me home.” she drawled.

Mate jumped in the car and started pushing her out while boyfriend pulled

“Ok guy’s.” I said calmly, “She wants to go home, so shut the doors ok.”

“You keep out of this, it’s nothing to do with you.” boyfriend shouted.

I turned in my seat “Listen guys.” I said. “She’s asked me to take her home. That makes her my passenger and my responsibility, anything you do from here is against her will.” Steeling my voice, I added, “And if you don’t shut the doors now, I will push this button and have a dozen cars here in a flash.” My finger hovered over the red panic button on the radio. It didn’t quite work that way but they didn’t know that.

Pushing Sharon back into the car boyfriend said, “She’s a fucking slapper anyway, come on Mark leave her, you dunno what you might catch.” with a glaring look at me they walked away.

I closed the doors and drove away, not wanting to linger just in case. It was gone 3am now so work was over; I parked the car and turned round “Ok Sharon we’re here.” I said. I will never forget the sight that greeted me, Sharon was slouched in the seat, she had slipped forward so her skirt was up round her waist and her pants around her ankles, her pussy on open view and her top was open. Sharon wasn’t busty by any means but I had often seen her nipples through t-shirts or other thin tops, now for the first time I could see those gorgeous nipples, lovely.

‘Shit’ I thought, ‘she won’t make it on her own like that.’ I moved into the back seat, took her pants off and put them in her handbag, easier than trying to pull them up I thought. I took hold under her armpits and dragged her out of the car, as the air hit her she started to come round, I held her against the car while I shut the door.

“Oh fuck!” she said, “Where am I?”

“Your home, can you make it on your own?”

She took a step forward and stumbled, I grabbed her and supporting her round the waist and half carried her to her door.

“Ohhhh!” she said, “that was a great night. I really enjoyed it.” As we got closer, she seemed to support herself so I let her get her key out and open the door “Thanks Mike, you want a coffee?”

“No thanks I think you need to go to bed.” I said

“I was hoping to have some company but I seem to have lost them thanks to you.” she laughed

“Oh you remember it then.”

“Mmmm I don’t know who the other guy was but he wouldn’t leave me alone” she stepped through her door and stumbled.

Reaching küçükçekmece escort out I managed to grab a flailing arm, I pulled her up and as I reached under her other arm I brushed her tit. I finally managed to pull her to me, supporting her from behind.

“Now that feels nice.” she said as she put her hand over mine “You better see that I get all they way in, don’t want me getting hurt do we?” She giggled and holding my hand in place moved into her living room, the front door slammed shut.

She was manipulating my hand, moving it from under arm, making it plain that she wanted me to play with her tits. Once I started on my own her other hand came behind her where she found my erection which was easy because I was wearing joggers and it stuck out like a third leg.

I had never really liked Sharon, she thought she was better than she really was, but I had always fancied her body, so what was a guy to do but give her what she wanted.

I explored those tit’s in the way I had always imagined I would given the chance, a bit rough, pinching her nipple until she felt the pain, running a hand over her flat belly till I found her mound, nibbling at her neck and ears, her breathing was getting heavier.

“Oh! Fuck this.” she said, “I need a drink.” She walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on, which wasn’t what I was expecting when she said ‘a drink.

I stood my ground half expecting her to ask me to leave. She walked back over to me and standing on her toes reached up and started kissing me passionately, running her hands down to my erection. She moved me round until I was standing against the back of the settee.

Pulling away, she looked me in the eye. With a big smile, she slowly moved downwards, slipping her fingers into the waistband, taking my joggers and pants with her. Her hand went to my erection and her head moved forward, I could feel her hot breath on the tip and then her tongue, making me jump slightly. She let out a little laugh, and then took me into her mouth, deep and hard, now she was in full swing, one hand guiding me into her mouth, the other playing with my scrotum. It had to be one of the best bj’s I had ever had, and I gave myself to it, determined that she would swallow even if she didn’t want to.

I was letting out moans and she was looking up at me. Now and again she took me out of her mouth to use her hand, giving me a big smile. She was enjoying this as much as I was it seemed. As I tensed for the orgasm she moved faster, squeezing my balls harder. I put my hand on her head and started thrusting, no need for the hand, “Ohhhh yes!” I sighed, “Ohhhh.” and she swallowed it all, even licking up the last drops, she came back up still hold my dick and with a quick kiss said, “Coffee?” and walked to the now boiled kettle. For someone who could hardly walk an hour ago she seemed to have come to life. I had to ask myself if I was being setup.

“That’ll do for now.” I said, laughing as I and stepped out of my joggers

She had made no effort to do her top up and seemed to enjoy watching me looking at them, and the effect it had on me.

“Sit down.” she said, handing me the cup.

I turned and sat on the settee expecting her to sit with me but she sat in a chair facing me. I took a sip of my coffee and put the cup on a nearby table. She sat cross legged looking at me, I could see right up the skirt to her bum cheeks which was her intention, neither of us said a word, she put her cup down, “Thanks for rescuing me. Has it been a busy night?” she asked, uncrossing her legs and sitting sideways.

“Err yeah not bad.” I said, her legs opening, skirt rising, finger playing with her nipple

She carried on with mundane conversation, spreading her legs more and more. I could see her bush now and her glistening slit, my dick had risen and was throbbing, and she kept looking at it and smiling.

‘Fuck this.’ I though, and slowly slipped to the floor, moving toward her, between her legs.

I ran my hands up her legs over her bush and on ward to those firm hard tits and onto those harder nipples, squeezing them taking them between thumb and finger, pinching until she moaned. Moving back down to her hips I pulled her forward until her bum was on the edge of the seat, her skirt round her waist, I ran my tongue up her leg across her inner thigh’s flicking at her clit and then down again, her legs opened further. I took her legs küçükyalı escort and held them wide, licking her inner thigh moving on right through her wet pussy to the crack of her arse and back again. She was moaning loudly now so I played my tongue over her erect clit, nibbling it with my teeth. Her hand came to my head holding me where she wanted me. She was close. I worked her clit and her swollen lips until she started pushing into my face. Then I stopped

“No, no don’t stop, don’t stop.” she whispered

Down I went teasing her again, I done this a few times until she moved her hand to her pussy

“Fucking bastard.” she said, slipping her finger into her sopping hole. I let her work herself for a minute and then I took her hand and held it under her bum.

“Nooo. No don’t stop please, make me cum I wanna cum go on please.” she said gasping and moving her hips in circles

I buried my face in her pussy and worked her as hard as I could, fast and furious, her legs flew straight up, pulling her hands free she pushed my head further into her pussy thrusting her hips upwards; she was fucking my tongue so hard she nearly knocked my front teeth out.

“Ohhhh.” she moaned, and pushed my head “Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” louder this time “Arrrrrrrrgh yes, oh yes yes Ohhhh.” Thrusting up and pushing me down, bouncing me off her like a rubber ball “Yah yah yah yah.” Her arms flew to her tits and I thought she was going to rip them off, and then moved up to her face. “Ohhhh you bastard, ohh you bastard you made me cry, you bastard.” her legs came down; her arms fell by her side, “You fucking bastard you.”

I moved up and kissed her, letting her taste her own juice from my face. I moved back and sat on the settee looking at her, this time it was me with the big smile on my face, I picked up my cup and drank.

“Don’t!” she said, still crying and putting her hands to her face “Don’t look at me.” and with that she got up, dropped her top on the floor and curled up next to me resting her head in my lap, hair brushing my erection.

She lay silent until the tears stopped, I ran my hand lightly up and down her body and over her tight little bum cheeks. One thing I had to admit, she was firm all over, one of the benefits of being so slim I suppose.

She started to stir, running her hands up my leg and over my thigh. Raising herself to my face she took my semi erect cock in her hand, she ran her tongue over my lips slowly pushing into my mouth, kissing me hard, her passion rising. She moved back down. Turning, she took me slowly into her mouth. I ran my fingers lightly down her back, finding the crack of her arse, played, moved on down to her pussy, wet and warm, sliding a finger in and then out, back to her bum crack, played, slight entry, moan, slap on her buttocks, moan, back to her pussy, picking up the juices to lubricate her arse, this time in a little more. I kept this up until my finger slipped easily into her bum crack. Each time the slap getting harder and each time, she moaned a little louder with pleasure. All the time she was working my cock with her mouth. After a while, she started moving her hips, a slow thrusting motion each time I entered her pussy and each time I entered her arse. She was ready.

I moved away and pulled her up so her arse was facing me, pulling her skirt off as I went, resting her arms on the back of the settee she looked straight into the large mirror on the wall.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, “I have never seen myself being fucked before, that has to be thee turn on.”

“Oh it will be.” I said, “Coos that arse was made to fuck.”

She moved away slightly, “I don’t do that, well I haven’t done that, not that I wouldn’t want to but….”

I slapped her hard on the arse then took my erect cock and pushed it slightly into that wet pussy. She relaxed and moved onto me, still holding my cock I waved it just inside her, catching her clit with each motion Then I pushed in and sharply back out again running it against her arse, back into her pussy, now I slipped my thumb into her bum crack, SLAP!! Hard on her bum a loud moan, same routine, thrust hard out brush her crack, slap and back in each time the thumb went in easier, now I thrust into her pussy slowly and long, slipped a finger into her bum crack, felt the muscles grip it, draw it in.

“Look up.” I said, “What do you see?” I moved my hand to her tit taking it in my hand and squeezing hard, maltepe escort she liked a little pain it seemed

“You, squeezing my tit.”

“What else, all of it, say all of what you see?” I said thrusting harder seeing the look of pleasure on her face with each movement

“You squeezing my tit, fucking me, finger fucking my arse, shit that’s a turn on, oh fuck, I can see you making me cum”

I moved my hand over her hips to her wet pussy, and slipped two fingers in, then I pushed them into her arse, smooth, thrusting harder now into her pussy, I could see she was close, her fingers gripped the back of the settee, head down pushing back on me moaning louder, faster

“Oh yes yes ohhhh.” she said.

I stopped and lifted her head to look in the mirror; her eyes were wide-open, wild, on the brink

“Oh you bastard, you like to see me suffer don’t you?” she said tears welling in her eyes

I began again slowly, but gradually speeding up, all the time my fingers working her arse which was now pliable and taking two fingers with ease. This time I waited for the hip thrusting, I glanced in the mirror and saw her looking at me, head rolling from side to side. I gave a smile

“Oh no please not again please let me come please, I’ll do anything just let me come.” she begged.

So I did, I instantly rammed into her pussy as hard and fast as I could, the look on her face could have been terror instead of the force that her orgasm hit her. She opened her mouth but nothing came out, nails bit into the settee, and then she was thrusting onto me again.

“Oh ye, oh yes yes yes yes arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh yes.” she screamed.

I slipped my fingers into her pussy again, this time playing her clit, I took my cock out and put it to her bum crack, I stopped playing her clit, her head came up looking at me in the mirror, too late, slowly I slid into that tight, virgin bum crack.

“Ohhhh” she said, “Too soon, I hadn’t finished.”

I took her hand and placed it on her pussy, pushing her finger and playing her clit with it, it only took a second for her to take over while I slowly fucked her arse. Slapping her hard as I did so.

“Oh fuck! What have you done to me?” Her eyes were wide staring into the mirror, her hand still going”

“Tell me what you see.” I said.

“Ohhhh god, no I can’t, no.” she said.

I slapped her as hard as I could. “Tell me.” I shouted.

“Your, one, fucking bastard, ohhhhhhh god, I am fingering my cunt, cumming like never before, and your, your…”

“Say it.” I said softly, “Say how it feels.”

“Ohhhh, you’re fucking my arse, fucking my arse,” and she laughed, “your fucking my arse and it feels like I have two cunts, one cumming and the other… on the way.”

Her arse was so pert and tight I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t need to, her hand was moving fast on her clit, she was thrusting onto her fingers and then back onto me. Her chin was resting on the back of the settee as she watched wide eyed and unbelieving at what she was doing.

I could feel my orgasm rising fast “Oh yes babe, oh I’m gonna fill your arse with my juice, oh yes yes yeesssss.” I was going like train ramming her arse, fucking it and not caring if I hurt her or not.

She screamed, loud she screamed, I looked in the mirror and saw her face smile’s and pain, she was thrusting harder onto me now, her hand stopped it’s motion but thrusting into her each time she moved

“Oh fuck it, go on fuck it, oh yes keep fucking, fill it up go on fill it upppppppppppp.” I kept going until she started to slow down, my dick saw with the grip of her arse.

Finally she stopped. Raising her head she looked in the mirror at me and smiled a huge smile, “Fucking hell!” she said, “I wish I had tried that before you dirty bastard, Ooooooooooo” as I slipped out, soft, limp, and nearly dead I sat down next to her.

She stayed like that, looking in the mirror at herself for some time, and then with a little giggle she curled up against me and started to fall asleep. I moved to get dressed and she lay there eyes open looking at me. “I suppose I better finish what I started and get you safely to bed.” I said

I picked her up, and as light as she was, carried her up to her bedroom, I lay her on the bed and had a final look at that slight body, those firm tit’s and those rock solid nipples, running my hand over them for what was probably the last time, I covered her over and left

I went out the following morning and as I closed my door, I saw Sharon sitting on her front door step drinking a cup of coffee. I looked over and she smiled at me, touched her nipple with her finger and kissed it. Maybe I will see them again, I thought.

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Nick smiled as he replaced the phone on the hook. He was still remembering how Cindi had reacted to hearing about the afternoon he’d spent at Matt’s. He’d been later than he intended to be and he was afraid Cindi would be upset about dinner. When he explained how he had helped a guy set up his new computer she seemed to understand. All through dinner he tried to figure out how to tell her about the rest of what they had done. Although they had discussed sex with other people, it was kind of understood that it would be with both of them there and he wasn’t sure how she would respond to the knowledge that he had gone out on his own. As it turned out, he needn’t have worried. Cindi not only accepted the news without a fuss, she got so turned on by the idea that they had enjoyed the best sex ever.

He waited until the dishes were done and sat on the couch with Cindi curled on her side with her head in his lap. She liked to watch tv like that while he stroked her hair. It was long and brown and incredibly soft. The shampoo and conditioner she used left it silky soft and he loved the feel of it between his fingers, especially when he was holding her head while she sucked his cock. For her part, Cindi loved having her hair played with and would lay there quietly while Nick petted her. He used one hand to work the remote and one on her.

“Something happened this afternoon when I went to Matt’s house to setup his computer,” he began.

“Oh?” Cindi sighed as he continued to run his fingers through her hair.

“I thought I had locked the door at closing time yesterday,” he continued, “but I hadn’t. I was watching a clip of a hot movie and he saw me.”

“What kind of movie?” she asked.

“It was a porn clip. A guy on guy porno.”

“And?” Cindi could hear a touch of nervousness in Nick’s voice as she prompted him.

“I was jacking myself when he looked in the backroom.”

Cindi rolled onto her back so she could look into Nick’s eyes as they talked. “What did he say?”

“That’s the thing, he didn’t say anything. He just turned around and started to leave. I was gonna let him leave but someone else came in so I had to go out front and at least lock the door.”

“So he didn’t say anything?” she asked incredulously.

“No, but he kept glancing at my crotch,” Nick answered. “He had a hard-on and I was still about half hard from the movie. He ended up buying a computer and then he said he didn’t know how everything worked on it.” He shrugged as he looked into Cindi’s face. “I ended up offering to help him set it up and to show him how it all worked.”

Cindi laughed. “Is this the new version of “come up and see my etchings” that people used in the olden days to get someone to come to their apartment?”

Nick flushed. “No, it wasn’t a come on. The guy really needed help,” he said a little forcefully as Cindi continued to giggle. “He was really nice.”

“I’ll bet,” she snickered.

“Look, the guy isn’t gay. He lost his computer because his ex-wife won it in the divorce. I’m the one who came onto him!” he snapped. That got her attention and stopped her laughter.

“You came onto him? What did you do that for?”

“He was nice and he seemed interested. His wife left him with stacks of bills and he hasn’t been dating. He didn’t have an ulterior motive or anything. He just wanted some help with his computer and he got down on his knees…”

“Down on his knees?” she interrupted. “What part of setting it up were you into when that happened?”

“He was plugging it in.” This wasn’t going how Nick had expected. He was certain she’d be mad and all she could do was laugh and ask questions. “Are you going to be quiet so I can tell you about it?” She made a zipping motion over her lips but he could see her eyes still sparkling with merriment.

“He was trying to plug it in and I kept thinking about that movie. His head was right by my knee…” his voice trailed away as he struggled for the words to tell her how erotic it was having Matt’s face so close to his cock. He looked into her eyes and they were no longer laughing. He could see her trying to picture it in her mind.

“What does this Matt look like?” she asked.

“He’s tall like me, dark hair, he looked okay. You’d like him,” Nick answered. “I was showing him how the thing worked and he was so nice and so agreeable and I got hard again. So I dropped my pants to see what he would do.” He glanced down at Cindi and saw that her hands were on her shirt and she was playing with her nipples. Her face had a faraway look on it.

“Don’t stop now,” she begged. Nick pushed the button on the remote to mute the tv and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Well, we were talking about how easy the computer was to use. Then I dropped my pants and told him I was hard. He turned around and started to suck my cock.” Cindi moaned and squirmed around a little on the couch. Nick could feel his cock start to lengthen and get hard under her head. Cindi could feel it, too. She turned to the side and rubbed her cheek against his kartal escort erection. He leaned back against the couch as she continued to rub her cheek and chin against him.

“What did it feel like?” she asked breathlessly. One of her hands reached up to cup his cock through his cutoffs. “Did it feel good? Did he suck it good?”

Nick was having a hard time concentrating as she continued to rub him and his cutoffs got tighter. “Yes, it felt good,” he finally groaned out. Suddenly Cindi rolled off the couch and spun around so she was kneeling in front of him.

“Was it like this?” she asked as she put her mouth on the engorged head of his cock which was peeking out of the leg of his shorts. She licked it as her hand continued to rub him. She watched as it appeared to throb whenever her tongue touched it. She reached up and unzipped him. Nick lifted up so she could pull them down. She immediately went back to licking the head and up and down the shaft. It wasn’t the same as Matt but it still felt good. She took it in her mouth and slowly began to suck the length into her mouth. She looked up at him for an answer and he couldn’t believe how sexy she looked with her mouth full of his cock.

“Yes, it was kind of like that,” he answered.

She pulled her mouth back off his cock. “What do you mean, kind of? Is it not as good or what?”

They were heading into treacherous ground. He wasn’t sure what she would say if he told her the truth. No woman could ever suck a cock as good as a man. They could do it good, but a man just knew what to do because he knew what he wanted done to him. “It’s just different is all. A guy doesn’t waste time with licking and kissing it,” he explained as he watched Cindi doing just that to his rock hard rod. As he expected, she immediately stopped and looked up at him.

“Don’t guys like that?”

“Sure they do, but a guy doesn’t do that to another guy.”

“Well, I’ll tell you a little secret. We girls don’t do that just for you, you know. It takes a bit to get used to it. Sometimes we kiss it and lick it to get it wet so it will slide in easier. It also feels good.” She gave his cock a gentle squeeze. “See it’s such an odd combination of things. It feels so hard and yet the skin of the head is so soft. It just feels neat against our lips and tongue. I guess a guy doesn’t think about things like that.” She paused for a moment. “You know some girls like to do this.” She nodded toward his cock as she continued to squeeze and stroke it rhythmically while she talked. “And it feels hot and we can imagine what it is going to feel like when you slide it in us. We suck cock because we like it and it turns us on. Some of us don’t do it just because we want to make our men happy. We do it because it makes us happy,” she finished.

Nick was enjoying the sensation of her hand sliding against his cock and wondered if she knew how sexy it was hearing words like cock coming out of her mouth. The slow stroking was driving him crazy. He wanted her to swallow his cockmeat and suck him dry. He was fully extended and the head was dripping precum all over her hand. Cindi would reach down and lick it off then go back to stroking him. She didn’t get any faster and the alternating mouth and hand action was causing his balls to tighten up.

“Come on,” he finally groaned out. “For God’s sake, suck it,” he begged. In answer Cindi released it entirely. She rose up off the floor and started unbuttoning her shirt. She let it fall standing right in front of him as his hand went to his erection.

“Uh,uh,” she shook her finger at him. “You had your fun this afternoon. This is for me,” she stated as she dropped her bra onto the couch beside him. Her hand went to the button on her shorts and they dropped to the floor. “I need fucked,” she stated boldly. She wasn’t wearing underwear and her shaved mons was glistening with her juices. She was incredibly turned on and Nick thought she’d never looked sexier than she did right then.

She reached down and pushed his legs together and straddled him. Reaching between them she pushed the swollen head of his cock right up against her pussy. Nick held his breath and waited. She rubbed it around getting it slick with her secretions then she lowered herself down onto his lap. His cock slid right up inside her and Nick let out the pent up breath as he felt her pussy muscles suck his cock in. She wriggled her hips a little to seat him completely inside her. Leaning back against his knees, she reached down and dipped two fingers into her slit.

She brought the wet fingers up to his face and Nick obediently opened his mouth so she could stick them in. He sucked them off with a loud slurping sound as she pulled them back out. Bending over him, she fastened her mouth on his. Their tongues met and mated. Her hands went to his shoulders to brace herself as his found the tips of her tits. Her nipples were hard little nubs and he pinched and pulled them as she moaned into his mouth. Finally the pleasure/pain was too much and she broke their kiss to gasp kaynarca escort for air.

“Oh God, Nick!” she cried out as he lifted one up to his mouth and sucked hard on the nipple. She began to squirm around on his legs as she wrapped her arms around his head and held him against her. “Tell me more about this afternoon,” she begged. His cock was throbbing inside her pussy and he wanted so bad to just fuck the hell out of her. He couldn’t believe she wasn’t mad about it. He released her nipple as she began to rise up and down on his steel cock.

“I let him suck me for a while but I didn’t want to cum yet. So I sucked him for a while and he almost came in my mouth,” Nick continued the story. “I don’t know what it was, but I just had to see what it would feel like to fuck him. I asked him to bend over and he did. I got him worked up again and then I shoved my cock up his ass.”

“Oh God,” Cindi moaned as she started sliding up and down faster. He was being squeezed by her pussy muscles on each stroke. “Did it feel good?” she whispered.

“God, yes,” he answered. “His ass was tight.” He grabbed her hips and started lifting her up so she could slam down harder on his cock. Her thighs were gripping his hips tightly as she rode him.

“Did he like it?”

“Yes,” he grunted as she slammed down again. “He came all over the place without even touching his cock!”

“Oh Nick, I’m cummmming,” she cried. “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, Nick,” she moaned as he felt her body start to shudder. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please!” He felt more shudders wrack her body as she came on his cock. He could feel his own excitement building as she continued to whimper and beg.

“Oh God, baby. You’re gonna make me cum,” he groaned. He continued to grind his hips up against her as he pulled her tight against him with each thrust. “Here it comes!” he shouted as his balls pulled up against his shaft. “Here it comes!” He felt the spasms starting as Cindi shoved her hips down on him one more time. He held her still and let the action of her eager cunt pull the cum up out of his balls. He continued to make shallow thrusts against her as her muscles clamped down hard on his surging organ.

Cindi collapsed against him and they kissed again. Finally she put her head on his shoulder as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. “Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Sure,” he whispered as he continued to hug her against him.

“I want to watch,” she whispered.

“Watch what?” he asked although he suspected he already knew the answer.

“I want to watch you and another guy. I want to know what it feels like to get two cocks excited and watch one of you screw the other one.” Nick felt his cock twitch at her words. “That would be such a turn on to get you both hard,” she continued with her mouth against his neck. She began placing soft kisses on his jaw. “I want to stroke you and suck you both until you’re so hot you can’t stand it.” Her lips began moving down as she pushed him back against the couch. “I want to see you and touch you both. I want all three of us to get so turned on that we can’t wait and I want to watch while one of you fucks the other one in the ass. Do you think something is wrong with me to want that?” she asked as her mouth finally reached his nipple. She sucked it into her mouth and he felt the heat rising up between them.

“No, baby, I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. That is as natural as us guys wanting to watch two chicks together,” he replied. He gasped as she raked her teeth across his turgid nipple. His cock jerked inside her. It was still half hard even though he had cum twice already today. He felt her satiny sheath tighten around him. Her seeking lips had moved on to his other nipple and he waited in anticipation of what she might do next. Her hips were beginning to rotate a little as she rocked him inside her. He could hear her breathing hard again as she sucked and nibbled his ripe nubbin.

Finally she pulled her mouth off him so she could breathe deeply. His finger reached down to mash against her hard clit. Her tight little ass was rubbing against his thighs as she continued to grind down on him. He circled her clit with his fingertip then pinched it a little between his thumb and index finger. He rubbed them back and forth against the wet, pink hardness of her. Her pussy lips were puffy and he alternating rubbing her clit and pulling on her outer lips.

“Uhnnnnnn,” she moaned as her hips pressed closer to his hands. He knew what she wanted, what she liked best. He lifted her up so his cock slid out of her. “Noooo,” she moaned as she tried to stop him.

“Shhhhh, I know what you need,” he assured her. He turned her so she was laying flat on her back on the couch. He bent down between her legs and rubbed the swollen tip of his hardon against her. He knew she loved the feel of the head on her clit. She was wet with their cum as he slid the mushroom up and down over her tingling nub. It didn’t take long before she kozyatağı escort was spiraling out of control again. He was throbbing against her and rubbing faster as she pinched her nipples between her fingers.

“Oh, Nick!” she cried as she grabbed handfuls of the couch cushions and forced her hips up against his hand. “Rub my clitty!” she begged as she began to climax. Her entire body shook and he felt her hot juices run down over his hand. He continued to rub her forcefully as her orgasm pounded through her. When he felt her begin to wind down he grabbed her legs and lifted them up into the air. Moving his hands to the backs of her thighs, he plunged his rigid manmeat deep into her dripping pussy. She immediately whimpered at the force of his thrusts.

They had never tried this position before and he was momentarily worried that he might hurt her with the deepness of his thrusts. She didn’t appear to mind though and he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. She had mashed her breasts together and was pinching and pulling at her own nipples as he pounded into her. Her breath was coming in small grunts as he slammed in and out of her cunt. She was completely lost in the hard fucking he was giving her and he couldn’t believe it when he felt her spasm yet again.

“Oh God, Cindi,” he groaned. “Let me fuck your ass,” he demanded as he pulled his mammoth rod out of her cunt and ran it back down to her asshole. He paused to see what she would say. She just looked up at him as he pushed her legs back against her chest so her ass rose further into the air. It was already glistening with the juices that had run down while he was fucking her pussy. He put the head against her hole and rubbed it around. He pushed against her and watched as her asshole opened up a little under the pressure. He pushed harder and the head stretched her even more. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to get it inside and then she reached her hands down and grasped her cheeks. She splayed her fingers and pulled on her buttocks. He gave a push and his massive cock slid inside.

“Oh,” she squeaked as tears filled her eyes.

“Is it too much?” he asked as his arms shook with the effort to stay still. The feel of her tight little hole closing on his member was driving him closer to the edge of his third orgasm of the day.

“No,” she shook her head. “It took too much to get it in. Don’t take it out,” she moaned. She released her cheeks and hugged her arms around her legs. “Do it!” she commanded.

He didn’t need any further urging as he started moving his thick cock further inside her. He knew it wouldn’t take long to cum and he shuddered when he went the last couple of inches that buried him to the hilt inside her tight little ass. He rested a second then began to pull back.

“Oh,” she gasped as she felt him slipping out of her. He thrust into her tender canal again and felt her arch up against him. “Oh,” she whimpered again as he buried his meat all the way inside her once more. He felt the cum boiling up out of his balls as he drove himself into her again. He began to thrust faster and she felt his hot spray coat the inside of her ass. He dipped his head to watch himself thrust into her again and he felt her tight little sphincter squeezing the base of his shaft as he continued to flood her with his seed. Finally he looked up into her eyes and saw a blissful smile spread across her face.

He released her legs and pulled his spent cock out of her. She spread her legs on either side of his hips and opened her arms. He didn’t need a second invitation as he collapsed on top of her. Her arms closed around him and he braced himself on his arms so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. They both lay there smiling as their heart rates slowed.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly. The orgasm had been wonderful but he couldn’t help being afraid he’d done some damage given the length of his hefty tool.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” she answered. “It felt wonderful. I haven’t come like that in a long time.” She hugged him close and turned her face up to his. “Really,” she assured him softly as his lips gently caressed hers. Nick smiled to himself as he thought about how lucky he was to have found her. Anyone else would have been upset and his girl just got turned on by his liaison with another guy. Of course, that was before he realized that she wanted his one afternoon with Matt to become a threesome.

“So when are you and Matt getting together again?”

“Huh? Um, we’re not,” he answered.

“Why not?”

“Well, we just aren’t.”

“Well how come? You said it felt good. You said he came and you did too. What’s the problem?” she continued.

“Look it just wasn’t like that,” Nick replied. He remembered how it had felt to be inside Matt’s warm mouth and remembered how tight he had been. It had felt good, in fact it felt wonderful, but guys just didn’t do things like that, not straight guys. It was a one-time thing. Matt knew that, didn’t he?

To Cindi it didn’t seem that complicated. The guys had fun together, she wanted to watch them together and they weren’t gay. Matt had been married and Nick liked girls so why couldn’t the three of them enjoy each other? Surely another person could only make the sex better! Over the next couple of days Cindi continued to talk about the three of them getting together.

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I still hate my alarm clock. I still hate being woken up suddenly. I much prefer waking up slowly, enjoying that time between waking and sleeping; where dreams and reality mix.

That morning, as I awoke my hands were rubbing my ample breasts, gently kneading them and causing my erect nipples to rub against my bedsheet. As my arousal increased I allowed one hand to touch and start to squeeze a nipple, while the other moved down to my fleshy mound. A finger rubbed gently up and down the soft velvety skin at the meeting place, until it felt a hint of slippery moisture. It pressed on the moist spot, the lips parted and my finger slid in to the warmth, in towards the source of the moisture. It pressed into the softness of the opening to be rewarded by a small gush of the juice it was seeking. My moist finger now moved up between the lips and onto my little pleasure bud. Had my finger been dry that touch would have been painful, but the lubrication it had sought made the almost-pain into the greatest pleasure. The greatest, that is, until it started a regular slow circle of massage. Each time my finger passed over the most sensitive place I felt my whole body being tensed and pressurised. The pleasure and pressure increased and increased until I exploded in to the final ecstasy.

All of which was very strange. I was a 19 year old male virgin. In those days kids had a lot less sexual experience. There were stories of terrible diseases, the risk of pregnancy and shotgun marriages, and for girls the shame of being thought ‘loose’. For many their first sexual contact would be clumsy ignorant fumbling on their wedding night. I had never seen, and certainly never touched a naked female breast. My experience of the more private female parts was zero. So it was very strange that in my dream I had been so accurate as to the anatomy and feelings of the female body. I, at the time, had no way of knowing that my imagination was correct.

I had good reason to know about the shame of unwanted pregnancy and ‘loose’ women. My mother was just such a loose woman, and I was the result of just such a pregnancy. My father, however, had got away with it. He was just one of my Mum’s many encounters. She now ran a small shop selling cigarettes, newspapers, and odds and ends, but there were still evenings or afternoons when she would give me enough money to go to the cinema, and tell me not to come home again before such and such a time, and there were still women in the town who would “Not be seen dead in that shop with that woman.” It was perhaps because of her experience that she had always made sure that I should not risk my, or any girl’s future for momentary pleasure or excitement.

The town was small, but as was typical in those days it had all the shops that most people needed for their simple inexpensive lives. There were a couple of other shops like my mother’s, several butchers, a drapers, a small furniture shop, and so on.

There were also a couple of greengrocer’s shops, one of which was next door and part of the same building as our own. This was another shop that some people would not be seen dead in, because in those days the prejudice against those with non-white skins was a lot more common, and there were a lot fewer people with black or brown skins in England, especially in small market towns like ours. She was the only person of Indian origin that most people had ever seen, and although she had by far the best quality and value vegetables in the town, many could not bring themselves to buy them from her. She was, and still is, a lovely woman, both physically and in character, and she and my mother were great friends. I can remember the sound of their voices in the evening coming up from the little kitchen behind our shop as I drifted off to sleep. The soft murmur, and the occasional chimes of laughter as they chatted and played cards or dominoes together was my lullaby. We all called her Sunny, although her name was something more complicated that we could never pronounce properly, although our attempts to do so would cause more laughter from her.

Sunny grew many of the vegetables she sold, which accounted for their quality. We were never short of vegetables. There were long gardens behind both our shops and as my mother had no skills or inclination to be a gardener Sunny used both back gardens. I enjoyed helping Sunny there, and on leaving school had started working for the local council, hoping to work in the Parks department, but as my school results were quite good, I had been promoted into a boring clerical job in the offices. While my colleagues would leave work and go to the pub, I would go home, looking forward to some fresh air and working with Sunny in the garden. I must admit that there were other ideas in my shy teenage mind as well. Sunny used to wear western clothes haramidere escort when serving in the shop, but she was uncomfortable in them, and for her gardening she wore indian clothes. These revealed a lot more about the shapes underneath them, and I would often position myself so as to get the best view of her as she worked. Although at the time I thought that I did this secretly, I now know that in fact she really enjoyed being watched and admired, and would even fulfil my fantasies and let the fabric slip a little revealingly from time to time.

Her religion meant that she was vegetarian. She would cook dishes that were totally strange to our tastes, at least they were strange at first. She often gave us samples of her dishes, and we grew to like and look forward to them.

Neither of our shops were too busy, and so in time the adjoining wall was removed, and Mum or I would mind both sides, while Sunny would work in the kitchen or garden. She was able to grow more, and even devoted space to growing her own herbs and some spices. I was able to leave my office job to help.

I now realise that it was on the day before my waking dream that I had been into another ladies bedroom for the first time. By another lady, I of course mean one that was not my mother. Sunny had asked me to go upstairs to her room to help her to move furniture around. We had moved a wardrobe to another room, and moved her bed onto a different wall. Her bedroom was the mirror of my own, and I now realise that following the move, her bed and my own were parallel, separated by the thin brick wall.

That evening Sunny had again cooked for us, and among the other dishes there were a few small spicy lentil balls. When you bit into them, inside the crusty exterior was a soft spicy green filling, made from spinach or similar leaves and herbs. Sunny and I ate them between us, Mum did not have any. When I went up to my bedroom I felt that there was something odd in the way that both Sunny and Mum told me to sleep well.

So I had this strange and wonderful dream.

After the dream, when I was fully awake I got dressed and went down to breakfast. Again, there was something odd about the way in which my Mum asked if I had slept well. I ate some toast, then took my tea, and an extra cup through into the shop, where I gave it to Sunny. She tried hard to keep a straight face when she asked me if I had had sweet dreams, but my embarrassed response made her face break into a huge grin as the laughter broke through. Have I mentioned just how incredibly attractive she was, and still is, when she smiled or laughed.

“Your Mum said that it was time you knew, although I think that I might have gone a bit further than she expected.”

I stood there not understanding what she had said.

“So now you know!”

She laughed again.

“Now you know what a ladies body is like. You are lucky, now you know a lot more that many grown men.”

I was still dumbfounded and not understanding. The shop door opened, and Sunny sold a newspaper and some cigarettes. When the shop was empty again, she continued.

“That dream. I gave it to you. It was a good one, wasn’t it.”

An inkling of understanding crept between my ears.

“Uuuur, How?”

You know those lentil balls last night that we enjoyed last night. Well we enjoyed them even more this morning. Now my bed is closer to yours the herbs help us to communicate.

I stood silent as the inkling took further shape.

“You mean, mind reading?”

“No, more than that, more like mind joining. You know that everyone has an aura?”

I looked puzzled.

“Its a sort of glow that everybody has around them. Nowadays only a few people can see it. You know the pictures of your Christian saints have a halo, well the aura is a bit like that. I was taught how to make my aura merge with someone else’s. When that happens we can share thoughts, feelings and things.

“I think I understand. Ummmm, Thank you.” I whispered. This made Sunny give me the most ravishing grin I had ever seen.

“So it is all right then? Would you like me to teach you some more?”

Her laughter at the sight of my face then was so loud that my mother came through from the back. She was laughing as well, and somehow the two women just started to hug me, and we were all in tears of laughter and joy for ages. We were lucky that no customers came in, or our shop’s reputation amongst the prudish rumour-mongers would have fallen even further.

I then started to learn Sunny’s story.

She was born in southern India, and had been given, as was not unusual, to the local temple. No stigma was attached to the girls, they were to be married to the gods, and thus to be respected. These girls in the temple were trained in all the female skills, and were usually politely called temple dancers, although their skills were much broader than just dance. There içerenköy escort was gardening, cooking, and the preparations of sweetmeats. Many of the Gods are said to have a particularly sweet tooth. These skills were not, however those in the greatest demand. Men would give money or goods to the temple, and could, in return, praise the gods by pleasuring themselves with the temple’s dancers.

For an especially generous gift, a donor could obtain sole access to one of the dancers, or even the privilege of first consummating a girls marriage to the gods. This had happened to Sunny. A young aristocratic British army officer had visited the temple and been entranced by the young girl. Unusually, this officer had learned much of the local language and customs – much to the disgust of more senior staff who accused him of ‘going native’. He had given what was a large sum even in British terms, an absolute fortune to an Indian, to the temple, and effectively bought Sunny. He intended the purchase as an adoption, to protect her from what he thought was prostitution, and had no carnal intentions towards her.

As was the custom she remained at the temple, which was for the best as he could not have her living with him in the army encampment. He managed to keep the transaction secret from other British ears. At the temple she grew, and diligently learned her skills. He would visit her, and teach her English, while she taught more of her language to him. When she was fully grown, and old enough, about my age when I had the dream, she started to practice these skills on her master, and he was very soon being pleasured by her in more ways than just visually. She also educated him as to her religious understanding of sexual matters, and eventually he agreed that he should be loved by her in the best possible way. There was a certain degree of ritual involved in the giving of a temple dancer’s virginity. After all, he was to be representing the god in the lovemaking. He was washed, perfumed, dressed in heavy silks given food and drink, and finally led to the inner chamber where the god’s wife was waiting.

In the chamber the wife had been similarly prepared. According to the ritual, she would dance for him, and then they would share sweet cordials and milk, and would eat small lentil balls. They would then sleep chastely together, both still fully dressed. This was to said to let the gods take possession of his body and mind. In the morning they would wake, and once again she would dance, but this time gradually shedding her clothing while also removing his. The dance would became more intimate and closer Then she would guide the naked god to a raised padded platform, and have him lie down again. Then she danced herself into the position for the first full joining of the god with his wife.

By now the ingredients of the previous evenings lentil balls would have taken effect, and the god would be able to feel all the pleasure of normal sex, but also, somehow, feel the girls sensations at the same time. Thus their movements could be perfectly synchronised. He could not only feel the tightness of her entrance, he could also feel the start of the pain as he pushed against her hymen She felt the pain, but also the pleasure of her passage’s friction on his penis’ head. He lay on his back while she danced over him. Time and again she had him penetrate up to her barrier, only to release him and to reposition herself so that they both felt the glory of a penis rubbing a clitoris. They each felt the other’s excitement, so that when she eventually positioned herself over him one final time, and while they both felt the pain and resistance to ultimate entry, they were both also at the heights of feeling. For the first time she let all her weight fall on their joining place, her hymen tore, they both gasped with the pain, and then they both came in the peak of their utmost shared pleasure. The throb of her bleeding hymen and the pulsing of her vaginal muscles was mixed with the pumping and surging of the semen.

Sunny describes all this, and how she then fell forward and straightened her legs. How he raised his arms and hugged her. Both felt the sparks of pleasure as his chest hair caressed her engorged nipples.

They had slept again for a time, to allow the god to return his body, and then awakened each other, to discover more about each other and themselves. Even though the effects of the lentil balls wore off over a few hours, they could still recall just how the other felt things and so the wonderful erotic communication was shared.

The officer and the temple dancer shared many evenings and nights in this way, but they always remembered that first throbbing surging full loving penetration.

Then he was seriously injured. He was unconscious. The army medics could do nothing. Sunny knew nothing of this for several days, and when she did hear of it she rushed to the camp hospital and, using innovia escort her temple status, persuaded the Indian hospital guards to allow her into his room. An Indian nurse was caring for him. Sunny spoke to her and learned all she could about the injuries. The nurse, having great respect for the traditional skills did not stop Sunny as she withdrew a tiny bottle from her sari, took a sip, and then dripped some into his slightly open lips. Sunny seated herself on the floor beside his low bed, and seemed to go into a trance. She made no sound, but she went pale, and started sweating. She grimaced. She was feeling the terrible pain which his unconsciousness was protecting him from. She searched his mind for awareness, and finally managed to make contact with the person within. When he described it later he spoke in terms of waking to waves of pain, but with a loving hand guiding him upwards. With his consciousness at a higher level she was able to sense his injuries, and realised that there were more than the medics had found and treated. She emerged from her trance, and standing, ran her hands over his skull. She found an area of sensitivity. When she touched it she shared his searing pain and almost fainted. She showed the spot to the nurse, who called one of the medics. They pushed Sunny out of the room, but minutes later he was in the operating theatre having the broken sliver of bone and the blood clot underneath removed.

Over the next few weeks he made a fair recovery. Sunny managed to be engaged as an unpaid nurse looking after him. It was clear that he would never be fully fit again, and soon Sunny found herself nursing him on a troop ship on the way to England. Then, she was living in an English stately home, speaking only English, nursing an invalid. As long as he lived she was fairly happy, but his health was always poor, and after a couple of years she found herself waiting, with the other women of the house, for the return of the menfolk from his funeral.

In his will he left her enough money to set herself up in a small business, which is how she came to now be a greengrocer.

My mum had befriended her while I was still an infant. Slowly, trust had been gained, stories had been told, and my Mum had learned a few of the temple dancers skills, enough for her to be able to have only the most select, high spending nocturnal visitors, and why she could still earn good money despite being rather older than most in her trade. It also explained why, even though the shop was not busy, we were not particularly short of money.

Mum told me that she had encountered so many uncaring, clumsy, or ignorant men in her life that she did not want her son to be like that. In Sunny she had a superb tutor for me.

My lessons from Sunny over the next few weeks were difficult but enormously pleasurable both for myself and for her. Sometimes we both ate the lentil balls, or sipped the herbal essence, on other occasions, only one of us would do so. With practice I found that, even without the herb, I could feel her feelings and needs while suppressing my own. She had not had a partner since she was effectively widowed. It took her quite a time and much effort to regain her full skills. I started the lessons with hair trigger reactions, but she taught me to control them. We learned to explore ourselves and each other, getting the greatest pleasure from giving it.

It was only after several evenings and nights together that we actually made love for the first time. As I gently pushed myself into her that first time I saw tears forming in her lovely eyes, and stopped, thinking that I was hurting her. She moved under me, and took me further in. Encouraged, I pressed inwards again, and as her silky warmth surrounded me I saw that beautiful smile glowing in her face. The tear was for the past. Now was the future. I kissed her, and our tongues entwined and delved as enthusiastically as my penis was now doing. We stopped kissing, stopped moving altogether, looked into each other’s eyes, and knew that all was right. Then we both started a slow steady rhythm of fucking. I have no idea how long it lasted. It could have been seconds or hours. The world went away, we were nothing but a prick and a cunt pleasuring each other. I could feel her cunt, my cunt tightening round my prick, her prick. The head of our prick rubbed against that wonderful G spot area just inside us that was becoming more and more engorged. As her climax shuddered through us, and my semen gushed between us we were as totally united as it was possible to be. Oh, yes, it was so, so right.

We exhausted ourselves, and regained strength from each other. She told me of times in the temple when she really felt as if it was truly the god who was pleasuring himself in her, and more and more she saw me as a new god to worship and enjoy. In just the same way, she was my goddess, and my role was to give her everything she could possibly desire. We worshipped together.

God and Goddess became husband and wife. Our marriage caused such mutterings around the town as :-

“He must be twenty years younger than she is”,

“I don’t like to think of a nice white English lad like him going with a, you know, a darkie like her”.

Mum, Sunny and I decided to sell the shops, and to buy a small market garden with a small comfortable secluded house.

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I was upset, it doesn’t really matter what about but I was very upset. That meant Dave. Not for sex, though he did have a nice body. You know how there are some people you only think of as friends. Dave was like that and he was a great listener despite having to do it all day when he was at work as a psychiatric nurse.

I phoned him, hoping he wasn’t doing a late shift. He wasn’t and just as importantly wasn’t working the next day. An hour later he was holding me as I sobbed. It was then that the thunderstorm started, though I hardly noticed at first. I had told Dave what it was all about and he had said the right things, held me like a dad or brother and my tears had started to ease up a bit.

I hadn’t realised how long I had been talking for. It was gone midnight. I would have to get a taxi. “Why don’t you sleep in the spare room?” He asked. Looking at the rain which was so heavy a deep breath could have led to drowning I agreed. “I can lend you a T-shirt if you want something to wear.” Again I accepted. I always sleep naked but the shirt would do for walking around to the loo etc.

I was answering Dave with nods and one word answers. I guess after four ours of talking I was talked out. I accepted the offer of using the shower and when I came out there was a large mug of hot chocolate waiting for me. Dave then used the bathroom himself and emerged soon afterwards wearing a towel around his midriff.

I was a bit surprised at how muscular he was. He didn’t tend to wear clothes that showed his body to best advantage. I guess he had been doing circus skills classes for sixteen years and that was bound to produce some muscles.

Half an hour later, Dave hugged me and kissed me on the forehead before bidding me goodnight. I briefly wondered as I made gebze escort my way to my room for the night what effect my nipples against his bare chest with just his t-shirt between had had on him. The next thought I had was that I must be feeling better to be even thinking that!

I lay for some time just watching the lightning, something I had always enjoyed as a child. I don’t know how long I lay there, naked on top of the bed but I must have dozed off for a bit because I was woken by an almighty bang and when I opened my eyes the tree fifty yards down the garden was ablaze, having been struck by the lightning. At the same time, every car alarm in the street and for all I knew many streets around was sounding. Suddenly I didn’t want to be alone.

I walked through to the room where I imagined Dave must also be awake. I didn’t put the light on and it wasn’t till I had entered his room that I realised I hadn’t put on the shirt he lent me.

I made my way quietly to the side of the double bed where he lay under a single sheet in the humid summer heat.

“Can I sleep with you?” I asked.

“Of course.” He answered and rolled over to make room for me. I slipped in and realised he also slept naked. Strange, I had him down as either a briefs or boxers man. Had I not been exhausted I think I would have seduced him then. As it was I snuggled up close and finally slept through the rest of the storm.

When I awoke to the sun on my face I was aware of Dave’s arm around my waist. His slow breathing indicated he was still asleep but I was aware of his early morning woody. I moved his hand to my left tit. Not so much because I was thinking of sex but just because it felt comforting.

It was göztepe escort some minutes later that Dave awoke. He moved his hand, probably a little embarrassed. I moved it back and he took the hint and started to gently squeeze. I felt my nipples hardening and lower down the bed something else was getting harder. At the same time I could feel my juices starting to flow.

I noticed a speeding up of his breathing, and my own for that matter. We didn’t speak but Dave gently rolled me onto my back and started kissing me. He started with my forehead and made his way down covering every part of my face and neck before moving further south. My pussy was desperate for attention now but Dave ignored it, spending a long time on my small firm breasts before covering every square inch of my flat belly.

He bypassed my pleasure centre and moved down to my feet and gave my legs the same treatment before he eventually started kissing my vaginal lips. I lifted my hips up to meet him and he started to feast on my juices which were flowing freely by now. His tongues swirled around before pushing deep inside me. I have never had a tongue that far inside me before. Then he took my clitoris between his lips and started to suck and nibble on it while brushing it gently with his tongue.

I started to thrust my hips up into his face and my breathing became more ragged as my cunt muscles started to spasm with one of the best orgasms I have ever had. He didn’t stop but kept exploring my dripping pussy with his tongue, lips and now he added his fingers which pushed deep inside me.

He must have sensed that I was getting close. (Not hard as I had started to thrust my hips up again. Dave moved back up the bed, taking halkalı escort my nipples between his lips on the way before moving up to kiss my lips, pushing his tongue between them as he did so. I tasted myself on him and that just made me even hornier.

I took hold of his cock and guided it into my waiting hole which was more than ready. He was bigger than I was used to, especially after not getting any for over a year. I was so ready though that once he was all the way in I came after only four or five thrusts. He gasped a little as my muscles contracted so tightly on him and he stopped thrusting but just stayed deep within me, feeling my orgasm.

We rolled over, still joined as one to let me go on top. I straddled Dave as he took my breasts in his hands as I rode him. Not in a frenzy but with long slow strokes, savouring the feel of his dick in my fanny. I don’t know how long it was but when I felt myself getting close again I reached down for my clitoris and Dave started to thrust up against me and get deeper still inside me.

Suddenly we were both cumming. It was amazing! Dave took his hands from my tits and held me tight, his hands around the base of my spine pulling me onto him as far as was possible as jet after jet of his hot cum painted my insides.

“God I’ve missed that!” I said. The first words either of us had spoken since I got into Dave’s bed.

“Me too!” He answered with a smile. My vagina was still twitching in the last throes of its orgasm and while his penis might have shrivelled back to it’s normal size, he was still inside me and I wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible.

We talked a bit about why both us had been for so long without getting any and then about anything and everything, though the talk would keep returning to sex and when after a while I started squeezing him with my well used by now muscles he rose to the occasion without ever leaving me. One more bout was all all I could manage though as I started to get sore after that. I knew however that it would be far from the last time we made love and that I was going to do a lot more talking!

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She startled me. I had been intent on the pictures I had taken of her in her little black dress that she had posed for before she left to “visit the facilities” as she called it. I was still transfixed, staring at the pixels on the screen when I realized she had returned.

She stood before me. Shyly. Hesitantly. Nakedly.

I blinked.

Her breasts were enormous mounds of ecstasy, the areolas brown and wrinkly, and the nipples were hardening the longer I stared.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked with just a hint of trepidation.

I didn’t answer. I was speechless. My gaze traversed the curve of her neck and I saw her swallow. Nervously. My gaze traveled down, past those marvelous twin peaks, lingering now at her navel, which was almost hidden in the slight swell of the cushion that life and maturity had bestowed upon her. Down again. Past the creamy thighs, sliding past the knees, my gaze caressed her calves as she stood semi-profile in the silver and black heels I had given her. Her sex remained hidden from view as she waited. Her wiggling, red-painted toes stood out in startling contrast to her milky white skin. I blinked and shifted my eyes upwards to the quizzical, yearning expression on her face.

“Well, what do…” she started again.

“Shhhhh,” I hissed and she stopped.

I stood and took off my shirt while staring into her eyes. I kicked my loafers off. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipper, and then gripped the waistband of my trousers and bostancı escort my briefs and pulled them both down in one easy motion.

My hard cock jumped free and slapped me in the stomach.

“I hope that’s the only answer you need,” I said as I stepped out of my clothes and threw them onto the chair. As I walked towards the bedroom, I turned and looked back at her over my shoulder. “But if you need more than the sight of my hard cock and my word for it, follow me.”

She didn’t just follow me; she ran to catch up to me and jumped me just as I passed over the threshold, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. As I may have alluded to earlier, she was not a small, undernourished woman, and her weight staggered me a bit. It was all I could do to aim our combined weights towards the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

I hit the mattress dead on, which my cock did not enjoy much, but which my naked temptress seemed to. As she slid up my back and tumbled onto the bed, she giggled. She giggled! As I was trying to catch my breath and figure out if my cock was broken or just sprained, she spun around and settled onto her ass in front of me. Then she grabbed my upper arms and pulled her shaved pussy into my face. A few seconds later, she giggled again as she let go of my arms and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me even deeper into her center.

She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and woman, and she tasted büyükçekmece escort even sweeter. And as she pulled my face into her, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and got busy.

I sighed inwardly, because this was where I had fantasized being after all of our dates.

We met in a restaurant on our first date, and somehow wound up in a corner table away from every other patron.

That was the night when I first caressed her nyloned thigh.

That was the night we first kissed.

And after dinner, that was the night where we necked in the front seat of her car in the parking garage because that one earlier kiss was just not enough to satisfy me. That was the night I brought her to her first orgasm with me with my fingers. And that was the night that I masturbated myself to sleep in my hotel room, sniffing and then licking my fingers clean and wishing that there had been room and time to do more.

Well, there was lots of room and we had plenty of time, and I was not going to let this chance pass me by. Neither was my lover. It did not matter that she was in control. I actually liked that. I liked that she wanted me, that she wanted my lips, my tongue, and my mouth. This was what she wanted, and this was what I needed. I needed to make her orgasm again. And again.

Her first orgasm came fast. As I licked from top to bottom, stopping every so often to extend my tongue and clean up the sweet çekmeköy escort nectar that had gathered in her, I could sense a quickening of her breath. Then a low, keening wail escaped from her lips as my face was flooded by her juices.

“More,” I barely heard her say as I cleaned her as best as I could.

It was her second orgasm that was intense and earth shattering and nearly killed me.

Her legs were draped over my shoulders, and she had crossed them to keep me pressed tightly to her pussy. Since her legs already had me trapped, her hands had moved to my ears, which she used as handles to bring me closer whenever she felt the need. From there her hands shifted to the back of my head, where she had better control of me.

My technique changed and I concentrated on getting my tongue as deeply into her as possible, then licking her clit in one long stroke. She was panting and moaning with each breath now, and as her grip on my head tightened, I sealed my lips around her clit, sucked all the air out of my mouth, and began flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. I did that lightly at first, but as her body began trembling and her moans became louder, I intensified my efforts so that I was sucking and licking harder. I was so into serving her that I forgot to breathe, so when she pulled me even harder into her fragrant pussy as she slid down into the ecstasy of her second orgasm, I nearly blacked out. But I never stopped licking. And kissing. And sucking. And loving every second.

As she came down from her high, her hands stopped pulling me into her and began rubbing my head. Staying away from her clit, I licked her gently. After a couple of minutes, she unwound her legs from around my head and released me.

I felt a sense of loss.

Then she raised herself up on one elbow, looked down at my wet and shiny face, and asked, “Well, what do you think?”

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This is another adventure from my college days. During my junior year my roommates and I threw a party like we did almost every month. This month some old friends from high school, who went to a different college, were going to be coming. Included in that group of friends was a friend of mine named Jen. Jen was two years younger than me and if you want to say we dated in high school that would be generous. We went on a few dates, made out, but that was about it. We ended up staying really good friends and when we were home together at breaks I would always stop by to see her and her family. For this party Jen was coming up with some other friends and everyone was going to crash at our house after the party.

Jen had a very bubbly personality that many girls found over the top and disliked. I found Jen to be quite genuine and thought she was one of the nicest people I had ever met. We also had a very flirty relationship and often joked about hooking up, but never did. She was about 5′ 6″ tall, long dark hair, I’m guessing 115 lbs, and always had a smile on her face. Just as a reminder, I am about 6 feet tall, 175 lbs, with a slim but athletic build. I’m not going to say I am god’s gift to women, but I did like to work out so I always thought my abs and the cut on my hips was sexy to girls. Getting back to Jen, as far as I knew she was a virgin and somewhat inexperienced when it came to the physical aspects of a relationship. She was also just a freshman in college and had just started to partake in underage drinking at parties. In high school she was a good girl and was always the designated driver. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I was hoping she was going to loosen up for our party.

Anyways, the party was in full swing by the time Jen arrived. She had been there for about 30 minutes before I came across her and two of her friends. They were in the basement playing beer pong against my buddies Drew and Rich. From the looks of it Jen and her friends weren’t doing very good. Of their original 10 cups they only had 2 left, while Drew and Rich still had 8. Because the girls were playing with a team of 3, the house rule stipulated that they had to have shots of liquor in their cups (teams of 2 could choose between full glasses of beer or shots). Not wanting to interrupt the game, I just walked by Jen, said hello, and told her to come find me when she was done.

About 15 minutes later I was upstairs on the second floor, filling my cup up at the keg, when I heard a happy go lucky girl yell, “THERE HE IS!” I turned around to see Jen and her two friends, Beth and Amy, each holding a red solo cup of beer.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you girls lost. Am I right?”

“Lost, no! We got demolished,” Beth said. The worst part is we had to finish all of Drew and Rich’s beers too, holding up their solo cups full of Bud Light.

“Well that sucks,” I said grabbing each of their cups. “That is the cheap beer for the games and common folk, let me get you some Blue Moon from this keg.” I then proceeded to dump out their glasses and fill them up with some good stuff.

I sat and talked with the girls for a little bit, when my buddy Dan came running upstairs yelling for me. “Hey, it’s our turn. Drew and Rich are getting cocky and we need to bring them back to earth.”

I introduced Dan to the three girls and excused myself so that Dan and I could go play some beer pong. Before I left I told the girls to feel free to grab anything to drink from our upstairs keg or if they wanted they could grab liquor from my room, which was right off of the 2nd floor kitchen, and the mixers were in the fridge. Jen gave me a little smile and for whatever reason I said, “Jen, I’ll meet you back up here around 11pm to make out,” and then laughed as I walked away with Dan.

Dan and I ended up beating Drew and Rich at beer pong and then won another game. After that we stopped playing beer pong and played a few games of flip cup. I was definitely buzzed but by no means drunk. As I was walking around it looked like everyone was having a good time. I saw Jen on the dance floor and danced with her for a little bit, but I continued to walk around talking with people.

At around 11pm I was upstairs filling my cup up with beer when Jen came around the corner, dripping with sweat from dancing, holding a drink. “Oh, there’s Mr. Social. How are you doing?”

“Good,” etiler escort I replied. “How are you enjoying the party.”

“So much fun, I’ve been able to catch up with a lot of people who I haven’t seen in a while,” Jen responded while wiping the sweat from her face. “I feel like a sweaty mess.”

“You look hot, I mean really hot,” I said smiling and laughing.

Jen and I continued to talk and gossip in the kitchen about some of our friends. A few more people came upstairs for beer and eventually the keg ran dry. I grabbed the tap and threw it in my room while my buddy Alan grabbed the empty keg and said he would go down the street and pick up another one.

When Alan left, everyone began to trickle back downstairs. I grabbed Jen by the hand and asked her if she wanted to go down and play some flip cup or quarters.

Jen smiled and agreed but as we walked towards the stairs she gave a little chuckle and said under her breath, “well, it is 11.” It didn’t hit me at first and I looked at Jen with a puzzled look on my face. Then she looked me right in the eye, squeezed my hand, and repeated, “11 O’clock!”

It finally clicked in my head and I smiled at Jen, pretty much thinking she was joking. Since my room was right at the top of the stairs I pointed to the door and said, “oh, that’s right, well there’s my room, let’s go.” I expected Jen to continue down the stairs towards the party, but was shocked when she instead turned towards my door, opened it, and walked in. Immediately a feeling of excitement shot through me as I began to think of what was happening. I followed Jen into my room and as I turned my back to close the door an animalistic urge took over me. I closed the door and then grabbed Jen by the arm and swung her up against the bedroom door. I quickly closed the gap between us and put my lips about two inches from hers. I then whispered, “are you ready for this?”

Jen’s response was immediate as she closed the gap completely and began to attack my lips with hers. Romantic or sensual are two words that would NOT describe our kissing. Lips were smacking, tongues were flicking wildly between our mouths, and each of us had a little aggression behind each of our movements. Both of us being a little drunk probably also played a role in the sloppy kissing. As our lip-licking embrace continued, I slid my hands onto Jen’s ass, and still pinned up against the door, I lifted her up off her feet. Jen immediately wrapped her legs around me and moaned into my mouth, showing her pleasure for how events were quickly unfolding. With Jen still in my arms and pinned against the door, I broke off our lip lock and began to kiss her ear, slowly working my way down her neck. When I got to the upper part of her chest I began to let go of Jen’s ass, forcing her to return her feet to the floor. I then reached my hand up the front of her shirt, under her bra, and began to fondle her tits. I had seen Jen in a bathing suit before and I knew she had nice tits, but to this day I will say those were the best tits I have ever seen and felt. They were like perfect pears, perfect GIANT pears, probably in the large C-cup size, that fit perfectly in each of my hands.

As I worked my hands over Jen’s soft globes and began to tweak her nipples, Jen helped me out and pulled her tank top over her head, giving me the first look of her tits as I had already pushed her white, lace bra up over her nipples. I immediately sank my mouth down to her left breast and took it in my mouth, my tongue dancing around her nipple. Not wanting anything to get in the way, Jen also reached behind her and took off her bra, throwing it on my bed which was right next to us. With her tits now fully exposed to me, Jen began to rub her hands through my hair, encouraging me to continue my exploration of her tits.

Wanting more I eventually released Jen’s nipple from my lips, swung her around, and pushed her chest and face up against the door. Jen responded my pushing her ass out slightly, as I thrust my groin into her jean covered ass cheeks. Reaching around her I began to rub between her legs on the outside of her pants. Jen responded by pushing her ass more forcibly into my jean covered dick and said, “oh fuck yes, oh fffuuuuccckkk.” Jen then reached behind her, slid her hands into my jeans, and began to frantically search for my cock. When eve gelen escort she first discovered my cock it was still covered by underwear, so Jen increased her search efforts and eventually snaked her way all the way inside, grabbing a handful of my cock. By this time I was fully hard and Jen’s strokes were a little rough. Realizing the friction was uncomfortable to me, Jen quickly removed her hand from my pants, but only to spit on her hand. While she did this I took the opportunity to pull my cock out and pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees. She then returned her hand to my newly released, 8 inch cock and continued to jack me off behind her back.

With my hands still rubbing Jen over her jeans, I decided turn about was fair play. I undid the button of her jeans and thrusted my right hand into her jeans and panties. The first thing I felt was her pubic hair. It wasn’t a lot and I could tell she kept it nicely groomed. The next thing I felt was the moisture leaking out of her pussy. Sensing her arousal I began to slide my fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, taking a few seconds to rub her clit when I reached the top of my strokes.

With my lips right next to Jen’s ear, I began to give it little kisses and whispered, “oh, you’re making my cock so fucking hard.”

Still pressed up against the door, Jen looked over her shoulder at me and replied, “and you’re making my pussy so wet.” She then took her free hand and began to work her pants down her knees in order to give me better access to her pussy. Eventually her pants ended up around her ankles and all I had to contend with was the elastic of her royal blue, lace bikini panties. The site as I looked down at that moment was incredible; Jen’s hand was still reaching behind her back jacking me off, her panties were wedged deep in the crack of her ass, and her tan, round butt was bouncing up and down just asking to be bitten.

This went on for a few minutes and once or twice I thought we were going to fall over since both of us had our pants around our ankles. Jen then did something I was not expecting. She took my cock and slid it between her ass cheeks and her thong. For this change I had to remove my fingers from her pussy and replaced them onto her hips. She then held my dick with her hand and had me “titty fucking” her ass cheeks and it was very arousing. Two or three times she had to spit on her hand in order to relube up my dick, but again the feeling was very erotic. Adding to the pleasure I could hear the party going on outside my door and occasionally people would walk right by my door, unaware of what was taking place on the other side. If we had continued our current sexual position for any significant amount of time I’m sure I would have cum all over her ass. But with my fingers gone from her pussy, Jen started to get antsy and quickly tried something new. Removing her hand from my dick Jen had me pull her panties down to her knees, which I gladly did with my teeth. Once they were down I slowly kissed up her thighs, spread her ass cheeks apart, and began to lick her pussy from behind. I have never minded eating a girl’s pussy from behind, knowing that my nose was going to be rubbing up against their ass. However, some girls I have been with will stop me because they fear embarrassment. I can assure you this night Jen was not feeling any embarrassment and practically rode my lips, tongue, and nose to an orgasm that was both intense, wet, and I dare say delicious on my lips.

After recovering from her orgasm, and still sitting on my face, I eventually was able to stand up and found myself holding Jen around the waist. She then bent over, pushed her ass against my cock, and reached between her legs to grab my cock. With my cock safely in her newly spit filled hand, she guided it between her legs and proceeded to rub it between her hand and the lips of pussy.

The wetness coming from her pussy, and that of her hand wrapped around my dick, allowed me to slide up and down the lips of her pussy with ease. On a few strokes I would pull back far enough so that the head of my dick also rubbed up against the entrance to her ass. With every thrust upwards towards her clit, Jen would moan and encourage me to continue rubbing against her. At one point she said, “oh your cock feels so good against my pussy. I want you to stick fatih escort it in me but I’m a virgin and I can’t.”

Hearing Jen say this confirmed my earlier suspicions that she was a virgin. But hearing these words and experiencing these past two sexual positions had my dick raging and looking at this girl in a whole new way. She might be a virgin, but inexperienced sexually she was not. With our bodies connected, I took a moment to remove my shirt and I chuckled as we continued grinding my dick against her pussy, as we both had our pants and underwear still bundled up around our respective ankles. Eventually I leaned forward to grab onto Jen’s titties, as I feared they were hitting her in the face when I thrusted forward and she guided my penis across the lips of her pussy.

Not sure how much longer I was going to last, I decided to see just how far Jen was willing to go. Licking my left thumb, I slowly used it to apply pressure to Jen’s asshole, from behind. At first it was a little rubbing and Jen only continued to moan as she had been doing. Eventually though I began to insert my thumb deeper to which Jen replied, “are you putting your finger in my dirty, little ass?”

Indeed I was inserting my finger into her ass and this really got Jen going. She began to add more pressure with her hand against my cock, as I rubbed up and down her pussy, still not penetrating those lovely virgin lips. The added pressure to the underside of my penis head caused my head to pulsate and grow bigger and bigger with each thrust. This in turn made me thrust a little faster and deeper into the folds of her honeypot lips. I could actually feel her breathing begin to quicken as she neared what I assumed was another orgasm. Sensing this my own orgasm began to build.

Faster and faster Jen asked me to go, “oh please, keep going, I’m going to cum all over your big dick.”

Faster and faster I went, “Fuck Jen, your pussy feels so good.”

Then, on the verge of her orgasm, Jen did something I was not expecting. As I glided across the wet folds of her pussy, as I had the previous 100+ strokes, Jen raised herself up on her toes and guided my dick into her pussy as she began to scream, “fuck me with that dick cause I’m going to cccuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmm!!”

I was probably three thrusts in before I even knew I had taken her virginity and was deep inside her. When I finally did realize, Jen was in the middle of her orgasm and I didn’t want to take that away from her. So with my thumb still in her ass, I continued to fuck her pussy. Her orgasm seemed to last for 20 seconds and in that time the totality of the night overcame me and I too began to cum. Removing my finger from Jen’s ass, I was just able to pull my dick out of her pussy as I exploded all over. The first shot of cum came out with such force I had no idea where it went. The second landed on her upper back and the third I squeezed out onto her brown hole which slowly dripped down onto her quivering pussy lips. Jen then reached back between her legs, grabbed my dick and began to rub it up and down the entrance of her ass, smearing my cum all over her. Then she let go of my dick, scraped up however much cum she could get her hands on, and put it all over my still throbbing member. Then dropping to her knees she took me deep into her mouth and cleaned me off. Staring up at me I couldn’t help but wonder if I really knew Jen at all. The night’s activities had me looking at her in a completely new way. A way in which I obviously enjoyed. Jen then opened her mouth to show me my cum mixed with her saliva, before swallowing it and licking her lips.

No sooner had Jen stood to thank me for the fun, there was a knock at the door. It was Alan and he had come back with the new keg and was looking for the tap. I quickly pulled up my pants and grabbed the tap off the desk in my room and was about to open the door to give it to him. But instead Jen grabbed it from my hand, opened the door (still topless and with her pants and panties around her ankles), and gave Alan a smile as she handed him the tap. The look on Alan’s face was priceless and he shot me a quick glance as Jen closed the door. Then I heard Alan yell, “UnFUCKINBelievable” as he walked to the kitchen to tap the keg.

Jen and I quickly got our clothes back on and returned to the party. She ended up leaving the party about an hour later. But before she did she gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispered in my ear thank you, and then slyly shoved her panties down the front of my pants. The next morning I used those panties to rub one out, thinking about the previous night’s festivities. I have to add that no matter how many times I washed my hands, the smell of Jen’s virgin pussy remained on my fingers for the next few days.

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The crisp October air bit into Cole as he and his friends went into the club. Once inside, the warm air had an immediate effect on his cold face. There were about twenty people waiting to get into the main room, where the band would be performing. It was an old warehouse in an old part of town, a popular spot for local bands to strut their stuff, and a great place for singles to meet other single people.

When they got into the main room, the three friends found a table off to the side where they could people watch all night. The down side was they had a shitty view of the stage and thus would have a shitty view of the band.

Jeff went straight for the beer line and Mark went to the can, leaving Cole to guard their table from poachers that would be coming in at the last second. This was common for this place, they would over-sell tickets and every now and then it would bite them in the ass, and they would be packed to the tits.

When Jeff came back with the first round he mentioned to Cole that the bartender was a real looker and Cole should go and get another round. Cole knew that Jeff wouldn’t say it unless he knew Cole would be interested in her. Cole got up and headed for the beer line.

After waiting about five minutes he got to the bar and there she was. Long red hair, low cut top showing off plenty of lovely cleavage. The woman was very attractive without really trying; there was no pound of makeup, no gallon of perfume, just plain and hot. She was a little thicker than the usual bimbo’s that paraded around trolling for their rich savior, and wore tight jeans and a sexy pair of brown leather boots.

“What’ll you have doll?” she said in a deep, yet so feminine voice.

“Three pints; you choose!” Cole said with a smile. He saw her look him over. Cole was a tall guy at six foot two, muscular without looking like a ‘roid monster. Years of hockey helped him keep his body in very desirable shape. He kept his hair short and messy and liked when women looked at his right sleeve of tattoos, which she did.

“You got it doll!” she said and turned to get him his order. Cole looked at her ass as she poured him his beer. The jeans fit her curves real nice, he admired.

“Fifteen!”

“Keep the change!” Cole said, handing her a twenty. He smiled at her and walked back to his friends. Standing with his friends were two skanks.

“Cole this is Cindy and Monica,” Jeff introduced. Cole said hi and put the beer down. To his disgust both girls grabbed one and started to drink.

“Help yourself!” Cole said sarcasm think in his tone.

“What’s your fucking problem?” Cindy; a blonde whose skin resembled leather, and pearlescent white teeth snapped back at him, obviously picking up on his tone. Jeff closed his eyes, knowing Cole and knowing what was coming next. Cole, unlike most guys, didn’t tolerate rude people no matter which friend was trying to bang them.

“Grabby little cunts, that’s my problem!” Cole snapped.

“Dude! Come on, cevizli escort be nice!” Mark pleaded. Both girls looked as if they had been slapped.

“Fuck you, asshole!” Monica said as she said it she gave Cole the finger. She was a carbon copy of Cindy in every way.

“Let’s everyone calm down, we’re here to have a good time,” Jeff began. Cole didn’t want to ruin his friend’s chances to get laid and bowed out to be the bigger man.

“Fine you two enjoy! I’m out of here!” And with that Cole left the table.

He found a nice perch in the corner away from the others, yet near the bar. As the band played he kept looking over at the mystery woman minding the bar. To his delight he caught her eye and she smiled and gave him a little wave. When the band was done and the club started to empty, he saw his friends leave with the two skanks. Cole waited till there were only a handful of people left. Then he walked over to where the redhead was cleaning up.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Nikki! And you are?” She asked with a smile.

“Cole! Say what are you doing after this?” Cole asked, hoping not to get shot down. As hot as she was, he knew there was a good probability that she was seeing someone.

“No plans! Why, what did you have in mind?”

“I know a great afterhours place we can go. I would love to get to know you better!”

“Sure, why not! You drive here tonight?” Nikki asked; Cole had tied on a few and knew driving was out for him.

“No, my friend did, but he abandoned me already, so I was going to cab it.

“Well let me offer you a ride. Where is this great after hours place?” she asked, grabbing her purse from behind the bar and heading to the door. Cole gave her directions and the two were off. As they drove they chatted and got to know each other some. Nikki was a bartender by profession and often worked the smaller club scene on her off nights. She was not seeing anyone at the time and lived with her older brother.

When they pulled up in front of a condo complex, Nikki knew what Cole was getting at.

“This is the afterhours place? This is your place isn’t it?” she asked with a knowing smile. Cole nodded sheepishly.

“I know, weak! But I have a full selection of booze and coffee. So, in a way I wasn’t lying.”

“Alright Cole, but no funny business!” She said with a smile and parked across the street, and he walked her in. Cole lived on the fourth floor in a large one bedroom place. It was tastefully decorated and comfortable. Cole took Nikki’s sweater, and offered her a drink. “Just a coffee please.” she said as she made herself more comfortable. “Nice place!”

“Thanks! So how do you take your coffee!” He asked filling a mug for her.

“Black thanks.”

“Like your men?” Cole joked. He handed her the mug.

“Some times!” she said with a wicked smile. He sat back down and they continued to talk for another hour. She was easy erenköy escort to talk to, and soon it was clear that they were into each other. Cole was getting a good vibe that the night was going to end well. “So how many tattoos do you have, Cole?” She asked, getting up out of her seat and joining Cole.

“My right arm is covered, and I also have some on my ribs, my left arm, both of my calves, and a lot on my back.”

“Can I see them?” She asked. Cole looked at her for a second. Then without giving it any more thought he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his body. Nikki licked her lips.

“I like!” she reached up and caressed his nipple. Cole shuddered from the touch. Though sexually active it had been awhile since he had been with a woman this forward. He felt her hot breath on his skin first then the wetness of her tongue. She drew the tip of her tongue along his skin, over his nipple up to his collar bone; to his chin and to his lips. They kissed for a minute before she pulled away and stood up. She undid her pants, and slid them down over her hips and ass, exposing the naughty lace G-string she was wearing. Cole took a deep breath in. When her pants hit the floor she knelt beside him and resumed kissing.

Cole slid his hands up her shirt to her large milky breasts. Nikki gasped as he massaged her mounds of soft flesh.

“Fuck yes…” she whispered in his ear. Cole reached around and unclasped her bra and slid his hands under the cups to feel her flesh. Her nipples were little cherries between his fingers. He pinched her hard nipples till he heard her gasp. Taking a breast in each hand he pushed them together and licked and bit at each nipple.

Fumbling with his belt, it took Nikki a minute to calm her hands enough to get it undone; then she freed her prize. Taking him in her hand, she stroked his eight inches of hard meat. Nikki spit on her hand and started to stroke his hard cock.

“Yes, Nikki that’s it!” he moaned as she expertly stroked him. With her other hand she massaged his balls, all the while locked in a passionate kiss.

“I want to taste you!” Cole whispered.

“You already are, silly,” she answered between kisses.

“No, I want to taste your pussy!” he said. She smiled at his eagerness, let go of his cock, and stood up so she could get into a better position for his request. She climbed up so she was sitting on the wide arm of his couch; with her legs spread wide she pulled her panties to the side and exposed the loose folds of her pussy, Cole looked for a second before leaning in and drawing his tongue along her pussy lips, and up to her clit.

“Fuuucccckkkk… that’s it, Cole.” she moaned as he began working her pussy with his mouth. Nikki had a pair of protruding meaty lips that he devoured. He made sure to give each one equal attention. Then it was on to her hard clit. Sucking it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue, Nikki pressed against esenyurt escort his face.

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop!” she cried out as he got into a real rhythm. It had been a long time since he had eaten a woman out, but like riding a bike he found he hadn’t lost his touch. After he knew he made her cum he pulled her down and positioned himself so they were in missionary.

“Protection?” she asked smiling; she had put her hand on his stomach making sure he didn’t get any ideas that bare back was going to happen.

“Of course.” Cole quickly got up and rushed to his bedroom and retrieved a pack of condoms from his bedside stand, and in record time had it slid on.

“I prefer doggy!” she said looking over her shoulder when he returned and saw her on her hands and knees on the floor, her ass facing him;. Getting behind her, he positioned his cock at her pussy and pushed in with ease.

“Fuck that’s it baby.” She said as he began to fucker harder. “Pull my hair!” she commanded, he grabbed a fist full of her long red locks and pulled back. She struggled against his strength. Realizing that she liked it a little rougher than his other dates, Cole’s mind raced as to how to please her completely. He started by giving her ass a firm slap, then another.

“You like that Nikki, getting her fucking ass slapped?” Cole said through gritted teeth.

“Mmmm ya I love it, I’ve been a bad girl, Cole, punish me.” she said with a sexy growl. Next he licked his index finger and pressed it against her puckered asshole, slowly pushing it in. It was very tight but he found that with a little more pressure it accepted his finger.

“Bad girls get their pretty asses fucked!” Cole said as he now fucked her pussy and her ass. “Oh I see you like this. Nasty slut!” At this Nikki looked over her shoulder at Cole and licked her upper lip. Cole knew now that with this woman he could push the envelope. He let go of her hair and reached around and cupped her large breast and gave it a squeeze. She let out a moan and bucked against his finger and cock.

Cole knew he was getting real close to cumming and wanted to shoot it somewhere on her body – the only question was where. As his strokes became erratic she knew he was close. As to almost decide his thought for him she cooed “I want you to cum all over my ass!”

Cole pulled out and within four jerks he was shooting all over her round ass cheeks. One shot landed on her tailbone and began to slowly dribble down her ass crack over her asshole. Cole staired as the dribble made its way to her pussy lips. He stopped it with his middle finger and wiped it off her. Nikki looked to see him do this and immediately took his finger into her hand and licked the cum off it. Cole’s cock gave a jump as she sucked on his finger, like it was a little cum covered cock. When she was done, they kissed; the two sat on the floor in the living room and made out a little more. When three a.m. rolled around Nikki got dressed, found a piece of paper, and handed Cole her phone number.

“I’d love to get together again, I enjoyed tonight,” she told him in that sexy low feminine voice of hers. Cole walked her back to her car and then headed to bed.

The end.

*****

Thanks to TXhardsucker for his editing. I will be adding other chapters to this series.

Thanks for reading.

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