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Sarah found herself once again becoming fidgety and uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. She enjoyed her weekly woman’s support group, but when the topic turned to sex chat (as it inevitably did) she usually felt like she did not belong. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy sex as much as any normal woman does” she thought, but the group seemed to consistently degenerate into topics that she considered ridiculous, and not worthy of her intelligent consideration.

“Idiots” she thought, as Miriam Bennett regaled the group with tales of her latest cyber love fests. Miriam it seems, found cyber sex, and more recently phone sex to be her new decadent hobby. The other women laughed merrily, at the outrageous Miriam’s exploits. Miriam described in vivid detail (much to Sarah’s displeasure) her phone orgy of the previous night. She laughed coarsely as she told of her Lover’s orders involving a rather large cucumber, some rope, and Miriam’s repeating vulgar words upon command.

“Enough”! Sarah exclaimed angrily. The laughter and light conversation ceased abruptly, as the other women looked at Sarah in surprise. ” My dear Sarah” drawled Miriam, “whatever has crawled up your ass today?” Sarah swallowed hard trying to maintain her much needed composure. “Oh I get it” snickered Miriam “Miss high and mighty Sarah does not approve of phone sex.” Sarah, feeling the color rise in her face, got up slowly from her chair with as much dignity as she could muster. Slowly she allowed her gaze to move over each woman’s face in the room finally resting on Miriam. “It is my opinion Miriam and company, that anyone who feels the need to indulge in these types of perverse practices, should seriously consider some type of professional counseling, it is dysfunctional to the extreme.” With that she picked up her hand bag and haughtily strode from the room. The door closed sharply behind her, leaving Miriam Bennett with a rather wicked smile on her face. “Ladies,” Miriam chuckled, “I think it is time someone taught beylikdüzü escort Miss Tight Ass just how enlightening a good phone fuck can be.”

* * * * *

“Another lonely evening” sighed Sarah as she washed the dishes from her solitary dinner.

She raised her hand to tuck a stray tendril of auburn hair behind her ear. Soapy water rivulets ran slowly down her arm onto her expensive silk blouse. “Oh look what I have done” she exclaimed rubbing the water spot gently with her fingers. Sarah leaned into the sink for a moment as the steamy heat from the dishwater, combined with straying fingers on her breast caused searing heat to move slowly from her breasts to her warm wet pussy. Sarah startled herself. “Pussy,” she mused, “I don’t use words like that.” Even as she felt the familiar guilt, she rather liked the new sensations moving through her body that just one erotic word seemed to evoke.

“Perhaps Miriam is smarter than I give her credit.” Sarah allowed her fingers to move down her blouse slowly unbuttoning, stroking her full tits as the material of her blouse gave way. ‘Tits” she whispered allowed. She liked the way her nipples hardened as the forbidden word left her lips.

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before” she reminded herself. She had been married to Jeff for years, and she had enjoyed their sexual encounters. They were nice, but never earth shattering. Jeff like herself, came from a wealthy protestant family, where sex, and certainly words like pussy and Tits were never said in good company, much less even behind closed doors.

“Yes, she thought, what would it be like to have someone just fuck me? Really fuck me.”

Just as her hand trailed down to inch up under her skirt, the phone rang shrilly, startling her from her naughty reverie.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, pondering letting the answering machine pick up the call.

Shaking her head, she reached for the receiver. “Hello” Sarah breathed into beyoğlu escort the phone, her voice betraying the slightly aroused state she had brought herself to. Nothing but silence on the other end. “Hello,” feeling a bit anxious now, Sarah attempted to quiet her quickened breath. “Sarah, I know what you are doing” A low throaty male voice whispered to her from the phone. Sarah startled in fear and reached immediately to hang the phone up. She stopped herself, just as she almost slammed the phone into the cradle. “What is happening to me?” Not realizing she whispered the words allowed. Like in a trance Sarah brought the phone back to her mouth . “Sarah, I know you want to be fucked, and I want you to tell me exactly how you want it.” Again that mesmerizing voice, seductively stroking her resistance. “Who are you?” Sarah’s bottom lip trembled with something like fear, but not fear…. anticipation. “Sarah, I want you to take off your clothes, remove your blouse, skirt, bra and panties. When you are done I want you to go into the bedroom, keeping the phone against your ear, and lie down on your bed, legs spread as wide as you can, pussy exposed. When you have done this you will tell me.

Do you understand me Sarah?”

“Yes” was Sarah’s whispered reply.

Sarah moved into the bedroom, dropping clothing as she went. Part of her was dumfounded at this uncharacteristic yearning. She felt as though her body had taken control of her being. “I am ready, she breathed. “Sarah” her caller’s voice caressing her ear… “This is your fucking, I want to hear you say the words you know you need to say. You know how you want to be fucked Sarah, and you will describe it to me in full detail. Do you understand Sarah? Now begin, tell me how you need to be fucked.”

Her caller’s words filled her mind and body with intense longing. For a moment Sarah froze, feeling her body shaking with need, feeling the wetness from her pussy dampen the sheet underneath her, but unable bizimkent escort to make the words leave her lips.

“Sarah” a bit roughly now, “Tell me how you need to be fucked”

“Hard” Sarah cried out “Hard, I want your hard throbbing cock, buried deeply in my wet pussy”

“Good Sarah, very good, now fuck yourself with your three right hand fingers, imagining that my cock is filling you” Sarah moved her hand eagerly into her soaked cunt. Hard and fast she fucked herself, her body convulsing, contorted in need.

“I need to hear you Sarah” her caller demanded. ” Now, lick those fingers Sarah, lick them where I can hear you doing it, and tell me how you taste.” Sarah hesitated for only a second, before bringing her fingers, dripping with her juices to her lips. Sarah licked and suckled her fingers hungrily, allowing her caller full access to her sounds. “Mmmmm, she breathed, “my cunt tastes so very good, musky and delicious”

“Good Sarah, what do you want to do now?” Sarah didn’t hesitate this time. “I want my nipples to hurt” she cried this loudly as she reached down and took her nipples between her fingers. “Pinch them now Sarah, and imagine my teeth ripping your tender flesh” Another scream emerged. “Please, please I need to cum, I need it so badly.”

“How do you want it Sarah?”

“On my knees” she cried out “I want you to fuck me from behind, my ass and pussy open and exposed”

“Sarah, well then get on your knees, and you may now cum” Sarah eagerly crawled onto her knees, raising her ass high, pussy dripping and exposed feeling the rawness of this erotic position she had never dared ask for before.

Sarah laid the phone down in front of her, her lips just inches from the receiver.

“I want to hear you Sarah.” Sarah reached underneath herself, inserting her fingers once again in her dripping cunt. Hard and fast she fucked herself, moaning with primal need. Into the phone she moaned, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me” louder and louder, until with a final scream she buried her hand deep inside her pussy as she tightened in the most powerful cum of her life.

Slowly, still shaking she brought the phone back to her lips… “Who are you?” She whispered again. Click… Silence at the other end of the phone line.

“I hope he calls me again”

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“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” Young Tina McGregor recited from memory. “My last confession was three weeks ago.”

“My God!” She couldn’t help but think. “Only three weeks?” so much had happened and now she would have to confess it all or face eternal damnation!

Father John Flanagan always looked forward to hearing little Tina’s confession. Oh sure…It was supposed to be anonymous but her soft and hesitant manner of speaking was easy to identify. Also her gorgeous red hair was easily visible, even with the diffused glass that separated them. She would get so flustered when she had to confess that she’d said “Damn” or “Hell” and, heaven forbid, she should eat meat on a Friday! He got to give her his usual “Fatherly” dose of advice at which point she’d almost burst into tears. What a little sweetheart!

“Now tell me your sins young lady.” He responded.

“Well Father, it all began at…at my Birthday party I guess. My friend Judy gave me these really…uh…sexy panties and…”

“Sexy panties? what do you mean?” Father John couldn’t believe this sweet young thing knew the word “Sexy.”

“Uh…well…There really isn’t much to them Father. They don’t cover up much and, well, you can see right through them.”

While Flanagan was trying to digest this, Tina’s confession continued.

“When I first saw those panties I didn’t seriously consider wearing them. After all, I’ve always worn white cotton panties and, quite honestly, I’d never even seen anything like them before. They didn’t seem to be the kind of underwear a girl like me should be wearing. But, as I was getting ready for bed that night, I saw the skimpy panties and thought ‘Aw, what the heck.’ When I tried them on I felt…I felt all funny inside. I laid down on my bed and the next thing I knew I was touching myself Father. Right through my new pink panties!”

“They…They’re pink?”

“Yes. A very pale pink color. I used my hand to…to pleasure myself ‘Down There.’ It felt good Father, but I know it was wicked. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Then…Then I pulled my little panties out of the way Father. I touched my bare pussy! I’m sorry, I mean I touched my…my vagina and then…” Tina hesitated before continuing, wondering what Father Flanagan was thinking of all this.

John Flanagan’s throat had gone dry and, against his will, his penis had begun to stir beneath his robe.

“Then what did you do young lady? You must confess to be absolved of sin.”

Almost in tears, Tina continued. “Oh Father I stuck my finger in my pussy! I…I rubbed it until I felt all gooshy inside. I know it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself!”

Assuming the worst was over, Father Flanagan cleared his throat nervously and spoke: “Now, miss, I think you’re a fine young woman and you have a wonderful future ahead of you but you have to learn to control your physical desires. You can get in a lot of trouble if you succumb to…to masturbation.”

“Is…Is that what it’s called Father, what I did?”

“Uh, yes honey. Now for your penance…”

“Oh Father, I’m afraid there’s more!”

You could have knocked John Flanagan over with a feather at that point. A little innocent fingering? Well everyone did that. Even him from time to time. More? “Tell me Miss. You must confess your sins. Tell me everything.”

“Oh Father, the next day I stopped by the little country store on my way home from school. There’s this new box boy working there and I…I wanted to meet him. I got an RC cola from the cooler and then I walked over to the freezer case where the ice cream bars are and I looked in there for quite a while. The cool air caused my…my nipples to…react and…”

“Weren’t you wearing a bra my child?” Flanagan couldn’t help but interject.

“No Father. My breasts are so small I…I just don’t need one. It makes me look silly. My yenibosna escort nipples are quite large in comparison though, and so…”

“Go ahead with your confession.” Flanagan prodded, eager to hear the rest now.

“Well, eventually Tim…that’s the box boy’s name, he walked over to see if he could help me. I leaned way over to get an Eskimo Pie and…and I let him look right down my blouse.”

“And what could he see my child?”

“Oh Father I let him see my…my bust! I gave him a real good look too. Both of my…my nipples were all firm and sticking out so I know he saw. When I looked up his eyes were real big so I know he was interested.

Then I went over to the little produce section where Mr. Curly, the grocer, was stocking the apples. He said Hi to me and I was about to pick out an apple when I, well, I slipped and fell and my skirt flew up! After I’d landed both the box boy and Mr. Curly, well, they saw my little panties!”

“Those…those pink ones my child?”

“Yes Father. They saw my pink panties! I…I dropped my soda and it broke and there was broken glass everywhere! Mr. Curly helped me to my feet and told Tim to clean up the mess. He took me back to his office and…and I let him look at my panties some more.”

“You let him look some more?

“Yes father. He was worried that I might have fallen on broken glass.”

“Well young lady I realize you feel bad but, after all, I assume he was just making sure you were OK wasn’t he?”

“I guess so but, well, after he looked at me while I lifted up my skirt, I asked if he would pull down my panties to check more closely.”

“He…He pulled down your panties?”

“Yes Father.”

“And he…He looked closely did he?”

“Yes he did Father. Then…Oh, I’m so ashamed to confess this!”

“You must tell me all of your sins my child.”

“Oh I asked him to ‘Look even closer’ and…and so he spread me open back there. You know…my butt cheeks. He saw everything Father!”

John Flanagan was only human. His penis had responded to Tina’s tale of sexual adventure and filled with blood. He had to hear all the lurid details…right from this innocent creature herself!

“What did he see my child? Tell me!”

“Oh he saw my…my little back hole Father! And, I guess he saw my pussy too! He looked for a while too before he gently touched me there, on my…my secret hole and, and on my lips.”

“He touched you…back there?”

“Yes Father” Tina said quietly. “He ran his hands over my butt and then got right to the…the middle part. He grazed his finger over my…my pussy Father, and my other place too.”

Wondering exactly how much more had taken place, Father John prodded the pretty sinner for more details. “Did he…did he do anything else?”

“No Father. He kind of hugged me and told me he was glad I wasn’t hurt. He walked me out to the door where Tim was waiting. Tim asked me if I was OK and I was kind of embarrassed to have fallen like that. He told me his name which I already knew from his name tag. We chatted for a minute or two and then he asked me to the sports night that friday night!”

“Sports night?” Flanagan was unfamiliar with the term.

“Yeah, it’s held at the school gym and you play volleyball and stuff while they play records and some people dance. Just an excuse to get together I guess.”

“I see.” Flanagan responded. “So, you went to the ‘Sports Night’ with this boy?”

“Yes Father.” There was a pause and then Tina continued. “He took me to the sports night and…and maybe it was a mistake but I wore my little pink panties. When I stepped into them I felt this tingling sensation in my…you know father. Tim was dressed really sharp when he picked me up and I could tell my mom liked him.

“We had fun at zeytinburnu escort the sports night! Tim held my hand and I knew he liked me too. We talked and got to know one another and eventually, he asked me to go outside for a breath of fresh air.”

Flanagan knew there was more coming now. The sweet little schoolgirl was wearing her scandalous little pink panties that seemed to go hand in hand with trouble! Now what?

“We stepped out by the bleachers and he gathered me in his arms and kissed me! And I kissed him back Father. I pushed my little breasts into him and got all excited when he put his tongue into my mouth. I was almost out of breath when he finished kissing me. Then, he led me to his car and we got in the back seat.”

“The back seat?” The aging priest couldn’t believe this innocent youngster didn’t know what kind of trouble she was heading for when she got in the back seat of the box boy’s car.

“I know it was wrong Father. I don’t know what came over me. We started kissing again and then his hand was on my leg. I know I should have stopped him Father, but I didn’t. I…I opened my legs and he just slid his hand right up my thigh until he was touching my…my panties!”

“He touched your panties? Those Pink panties?”

“Yes Father! He touched my panties and I let him! I let him feel my panties all he wanted. I couldn’t seem to help myself Father. I got all excited and then he wanted me to touch him. And I did it Father. I touched his…his penis through his slacks and it was all hard! He unzipped his pants and asked me to take it out!”

“Good Lord!” Flanagan thought to himself. Was the innocent little teen going to actually do it? Fuck this overeager box boy on the first date? Eighteen years of solid Catholic upbringing goes out the window the first time a boy winks at her? “So…so you took out his penis?”

“Yes Father. I was thrilled to touch it too. It was so big and hard and it was hot Father! I had…I had never seen a penis before but, when I got a hold of it, I wanted to squeeze it and rub it. And I did Father. I touched his stiff penis and slid my hand down to…to the other part, where his little…uh…balls are. Then Tim was feeling my…my pussy with just my little panties in his way. He grabbed the waistband and began to pull down my panties but I stopped him. ‘Please, No Tim!’ I told him. ‘Don’t take off my panties! We’ll…we’ll get in trouble!”

“You’re already in trouble young lady.” Flanagan thought to himself. You’re in the back seat of this guy’s car with his cock in your hand and his paws on your panties. But the now furiously aroused priest cleared his throat and told Tina “Good for you young lady. So, you stopped him?”

“Not exactly Father.” Tina confessed in a low voice. “Tim was disappointed, I could tell. I didn’t want him to think I was just a little tease and I really like him Father, I really do! So…so I kind of laid back against the door of the car and opened my legs. Tim was watching with a curious look on his face. I began to lift the hem of my dress exposing my legs as I went. Tim’s eyes were locked on me as I showed him more and more of my thighs until, finally, he saw my panties. I haven’t got much…much hair down there Father. So I think Tim could see most of my vagina right through my skimpy panties.”

Flanagan had freed his turgid cock by now and was stroking himself as discreetly as possible. “Lord in heaven don’t let her stop now!” He pleaded silently. “What happened next my Child?”

“I…I told him he could rub his penis on my panties…just for a minute, and then we’d have to stop because it was almost time for me to be getting home. His face brightened when I said it and he took his…his penis in his hand and approached me. I opened my legs and he laid the head of his cock…I acıbadem escort mean his penis, right at the center of my…my vagina Father. My panties are so sheer I could really feel it too. Then, he began to rub it up and down my…my little spot. He seemed to know just where to put it Father. Oh, it felt so good! I began to have impure thoughts Father. I knew it was wicked and wrong but…but I wanted him to..to….”

“You wanted him to tear off your little pink panties and shove his cock right into your ‘innocent little virgin pussy’ and fuck you until you scream for more, that’s what you wanted!” Flanagan hissed to himself. His hand was working his cock for all it was worth now and his orgasm was rapidly approaching. He listened carefully now, not wanting to miss any more sinful details.

Tina was fighting back tears now. She’d been so bad! What must Father Flanagan be thinking of her? Still, she knew she had to confess the rest of her sins to be absolved. so she continued: “I wanted him to…to take me Father. But, I just wasn’t quite ready that night. So…so I reached out for his cock and I took over Father. I gently guided his cock up and down the lips of my pu…I mean my vagina. Up and down, up and down I rubbed it. I was so excited Father! I was all wet down there and I felt the situation slipping away from me. Tim was trying to press himself into the indentation he felt in my little panties and I was hard pressed to stop him. Then…Oh Father then I asked him if he could just slip his cock inside the legband of my panties…just for a second.”

“Did he do it my Child? Did he stick his cock right up under your panties?”

“I…I helped him Father. I was so wicked and slutty. I…I lifted the legband of my panties and then Tim slid his cock right up underneath it. I felt his cock on my bare pussy Father. He touched my little pink pussy lips with his big hard cock. I was excited and I think so was he. He slid himself inside my panties again and again. He kept touching my little spot and then grazing my…my hairs. I couldn’t take it Father! I just had to have that cock! So I reached down and took hold of him. I gently guided his cock right to the slippery little entrance to my panty covered pussy and tried to push it in. But, I guess I pushed a bit too hard because he cried out in frustration and then I felt his cock swell and then it began to twitch. Tim yelled ‘Oh No!’ and then I felt warm liquid repeatedly splashing onto my pussy beneath my panties. There was a lot Father! He got it all over me down there.”

By now the aging cleric was sending streams of hot white come of his own against the oak panel that separated the two. “She gets in the back seat with this pimple faced moron and just lays back and shows him her pussy right through these sleazy panties. Then she invites him to stick it right into her panties and he can’t finish the job!” The thoughts ran through Flanagan’s mind as he milked his convulsing prick until every drop of seed had finally been drained from his balls. He knew he was supposed to be spewing out some baloney about “Six ‘Our Fathers’ and six ‘Hail Marys’ but, instead he was just silently panting. Panting and thrilling to the tail end of the most mind blowing orgasm of his twisted tortured life. Where was This little sweetheart before he’d taken to wearing the collar?

Tina, for her part, was genuinely glad it was over. She’d managed to get through it and had confessed her sins. She knew by now it was good old Father Flanagan on the other side of the diffused glass. He was her favorite priest and she’d come to love and trust him. A father figure in more ways than one. Her real father had gone away more than ten years ago now. Maybe he would never come back. In a way, Father Flanagan was all she had for male guidance. Tina waited for the priest to give her penance, hoping he wasn’t furious with her for her incredibly sinful behavior.

Having finally caught his breath, John Flanagan Told little Tina McGregor to recite the rosary each night before going to sleep for a week, a serious penance to be sure, and to come and confess to him whenever she felt the need. Gushing with relief, the pretty redhead thanked Father flanagan and quickly exited the confessional.

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Perhaps it wasn’t this way for your first time. Perhaps it should have been.

They met. It really doesn’t matter where or how or even why. It is only important that they met. He was 23 6’1” sun bleached blonde with startling hazel eyes. He went by the name of Don.

She a brunette 5’5” with an excellent figure. He was divorced and she a virgin of 18. A condition that she was growing more Impatient with every day. Being a virgin not being 18. Her name is Katheryn. Everybody made the mistake of shortening to Kate or Kathy and she hated that. Upon seeing him she decided that this was the one. This was the one that could introduce her to the delights of sex that her friend Rebecca was always talking about. Now how do I go about getting him to ask me for a date? She saw him looking at her breasts so she turned and bent to pick up an imaginary object from the ground so he could gaze at her butt too. She wanted to make sure that he saw the entire package. If it hadn’t been so public she would have pulled up her sweater and shown him her naked breasts. Anything to get him to ask her out!

She needn’t have worried. . He asked if he might call her Kat? She loved that.

About a month later he explained that he would be going to Oregon and thought he would take a route through Yellowstone Park. Had she ever seen the park? No? Would she like to? YES! He said they would be gone about ten days? YES!

He picked her up at her apartment where he met the sultry Rebecca. She had been dreading this. Rebbeca was a man-eater. She had no morals when it came to men. If she wanted one she took him! He paid her no more than polite attention. Even when she bent over to pick her purse off the floor and her micro came up high enough to reveal that she wore no panties. None of her tricks were working on Don!

They had been on the road for hours. They had a hurried lunch and it was now getting on toward evening. Don was not driving fast, not even the speed limit and she sat close to him. He had his arm around her and had worked his hand under her bra. He was playing with her nipple and every once in a while squeezing it between two fingers. He asked her if she minded him playing with his “toy”?

“Of course not. I like it.

”You can have a toy to play with also, you know.”

She took the hint and with trembling hands began to work on his zipper. She had never done this before. She had felt a few of her dates cocks through their clothing, but had never actually touched the flesh of one much less taken it as a toy to play with to her hearts content. She felt the heat rising between her thighs and the beginnings of moisture leaking onto her panties. She was getting frustrated trying to into his briefs. How the hell do they get taksim escort it out to pee?

Don reached down to help her out. Suddenly there it was! A real man’s cock and he told her she could use it as her toy!

Don told her they would be stopping soon at a nice motel just outside Greybull, the next town. He said that he always stayed there when he was going this way and they had a really nice restaurant where they could get a nice meal.

After he had registered for them they went to their room then to the restaurant to eat. He kept her talking and laughing throughout the meal and let his hand slide along her leg, going higher and higher. Just as she thought he was finally going to touch her “down there” he asked for the check.

Back in the room he sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

“Kat, you’re a virgin, aren’t you. It was a statement, but she answered the question, in a small voice, “Yes”. “Then tonight will be all for you. You must tell me what you want and I will show you other things. If I show you something you don’t want, then you must tell me. OK?”

“I want to do it all! Everything I’ve read about in those magazines. Everything!”

He chuckled, “I’m not sure we can do all of that in one night, but we’ll start. First I would like you to do something for me, if you will. Stand up and take off all of your clothes and let me just look at you.”

This was way before the advent of the thong, but she had purchased a “G” string on Rebecca’s advice and was wearing that.

He was running his eyes over her body in light brushing motions. Her back, her sides, down on her now all but bare ass. She felt so good!

“Why don’t we start off with a shower. Want to wash my back or something,” he asked? He undressed and took her hand completely ignoring the way she was staring at his cock. She didn’t realize how BIG they were! (He was just average in that department. A fact she wouldn’t ever realize. She would always think of that first one as huge!) He stepped into the shower and asked her to wait while he adjusted the water. The he took her hand again and helped her into the shower/tub combination. He gently kissed her. Then kissed each of her breasts in turn, nibbling on them lightly. Each nibble sent an electric shock through her! Then he handed her the soap. Do what ever you want his eyes seemed to say.

And then she had her hand on his flesh. She was amazed by the softness on the outside and the hardness just beneath the surface. She was totally taken by it. It was ugly and beautiful at the same time. She felt it all over. Then moved to his (what did they call them in those magazines???) balls. He winced when she grabbed them both a little enthusiastically. He explained topkapı escort how they were very tender and she should always be very gentle!

She washed him all over, worried that she might hurt him again. “Is his cock tender too,” she wondered?

After the shower he asked her to lay on the bed. He walked right up to her and began to rub his cock on her nipple. “You do it,” he said. Kitten reached very gently and took that monster in her hand and began to rub it all over her tit. She was amazed that it moved so easily. His hands began to caress her body. His lips began to kiss her all over! He started with her eyes down her neck to the other side and finally to her lips. His tongue darted and plated with her lips and tongue. He nibbled on her lips then down her neck again. All the while she kept her fist wrapped around his marvelous cock. He kissed and sucked her breasts then played his tongue and mouth game with her nipples. Then he began to move lower licking and kissing and nibbling as he went. His hands playing with her stomach then to her thighs. He avoided her pussy and she wanted to scream in frustration! His mouth was leaving a line of moist tension down her body. She didn’t know what to concentrate on first. His hands or his mouth. Would he really kiss her pussy? “Oh, God, please have him kiss my pussy.” His mouth was at the top of her light triangle of hair. She kept it trimmed. His hands were closer to her pleasure palace. He began to blow light puffs of his hot breath on her lips down there and his hand was playing with her ass cheeks. He petted her ass as she raised her legs to give him better access. His fingers were lightly brushing the spot between her pussy and her ass. She could feel her juices weeping from her. She knew she was moaning. She was rubbing her face and neck with his cock. She was beginning to writhe on the bed. Finally his lips made contact with her virginal lips.

“OH GOD! That feels sooooo good,” she moaned. Then she felt an electric shock travel through her as his tongue inserted itself into her virgin hole. His tongue licked first up one lip then down the other and never touched her distended clit. He began the trip back up right through the center until he was just below her clit. “OH, Please,” she moaned.

He licked her clit lightly. He went fast then slow to gauge her reactions. He took the nubbin between his lips and sucked on it flicking his tongue slowly back and forth. He slowly pushed his finger into her. He began to pump it in and out. But he stayed with her sensitive clit, knowing that her first cum would be fairly quick. He wanted her very wet and her hole of lust opened up for him. He found what seemed to be the best rhythm for her swollen button. And tuyap escort he sucked a little harder on it. When she was close he took his lubricated finger out of her and sought he anus. When he found it he gently began to enter that rosebud until he was up to hi second knuckle. Then he started to pump there too. His other hand was pumping in her pussy and trying to hit her hymen. He wanted to nick it with his finger if he could. He succeeded just as she hit her peak.

She was pushing her hips up to meet him. She couldn’t help it; she had no control over her body. She was moaning like a crazy woman. She had never dreamed her body could feel like this. Then she went over the top! She just kept cumming! When she had used her hand to get herself off she thought that was great. It just couldn’t compare with this. Suddenly he took his mouth away! She screamed, “Don’t stop! OH, please don’t stop!”

Then she felt the tip of his magnificent tool at the opening of her tunnel. He slipped it in gently until she felt him stop. Then she felt a searing pain and cried out. He stopped. She began to feel his fullness buried deep inside her, filling her tight hole, filling her very being. The pain subsided. He was kissing and sucking on her breasts and his fingers were toying around the edges of her clit. He was holding himself off her with one arm. He slowly began to move inside her the rest of the way, stretching her and getting to the back of that unused cavity. Slowly out until just the head seemed to be inside her.

She began to push her hips up to get him back inside her. She felt him began to sink into her waiting slick grasping love hole. He was stretching her again. Oh, it felt wondrous. Now he was stroking his love muscle a little faster. Filling her to the brim. She was beginning to feel other thing like his balls against her ass and the feel of his lips on her breasts. His left hand was sliding along the cheeks of her ass and up her sides. And he was moving in and out of her. Her whole body felt alive, as though she could feel the entire universe!

He buried his manhood into her to the hilt. Then he began to pick her up from the bed. She wouldn’t, couldn’t let go. She wrapped her legs around him in a frenzy of wanting him to stay inside her. He stood and turned around to sit, then lay, on the bed and she was on top! She had control! She began to lift of him and stopped. NO! She wanted him IN her. Her hips began to move on him and she found that she was getting more stimulation this way. She began to move faster. And faster. And then she froze. With her head thrown back and her body convulsing, she slammed into her second orgasm. Somewhere deep inside she felt his cock grow and then she felt him burst. He shot stream after stream of his man milk into her and she just kept cumming! She never wanted to stop. But she did. She began a slow decent back to sanity. And collapsed on to him, breathing like she would never get enough air. He held her in his arms and caressed her telling her how beautiful she was and how happy she had made HIM!

She snuggled close and kissed him as they drifted off into sleep.

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Everybody’s old enough, foxy enough, you’re better off reading Chapter 1 first, blah blah… but, if you must jump in in the middle of a series, this is the one which is most amenable to that sort of activity.

*

Bright and early Monday morning I was on my way to my first class when Patty Clendenin called to me. “Trade you!” Patty was also a freshman at Cornell but because she had skipped two grades along the way she had only just turned eighteen.

I slowed to let her catch up. “Trade what for what?”

“My weekend for yours, it looks like you had an incredible one between the sheets whereas mine was spent between the covers of a quantum physics book.”

My hair was brushed, my clothes were clean, and when I checked the mirror this morning there were no telltale bruises or hickeys. “What makes you think mine was so great?”

“Your stride. The way you’re walking tells the all seeing one that certain parts of your anatomy got a vigorous workout recently.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned. “Shut, Up!” My mind had shifted into high gear. What she said was certainly true but there was still no way she could notice the fact that I was a little tender this morning, but… “You were at the Sun’s offices on Friday. You had to be.”

“Very good! I thought I was going to get one over on you for a second.”

“It’s still a pretty intuitive leap from that meeting to a wild weekend of exchanging bodily fluids.”

“Not so big a leap considering the way you were playing with him. Who was that guy?”

“Probably a mistake, definitely an onion, and I’ve only worked my way through the outer two or three layers.”

“Nice ass, though!”

I smiled. “And you were right, that ass can grind all night. I really am sore today.”

“You realize you’re sending my envy meter into uncharted territory. Prior to this weekend our mutual lack of recent sex was the bedrock I’d been building our relationship on.” She shook her head. “Now it turns out to be sandstone.”

“Patty, what are you talking about? Are you saying you can’t be friends with a girl who walks funny?”

“Let’s see now, what do we have in common? You’re rich and I’m poor, you’re connected to all sorts of power people while most of my acquaintances are truckers, you’ve got a job at one of the foremost Thoroughbred Farms in the country and I sell XXL t-shirts to overweight alumni at the campus bookstore. Our mutual lack of virile males linked us together. Now the only thing we have left in common is that we both walk funny. You because someone screwed you raw and me because my pussy’s glued closed from lack of use.”

I rubbed my chin in a gesture of deep thought. “All very true, and your tits are bigger than mine, don’t forget that. You’ve graciously omitted the jealousy I’ve always felt about your nearly perfect figure. I’ve got to get to class. Lunch at Pastore’s?”

“One o’clock, see ya.” I had only gone two or three steps when I heard: “What do you mean ‘nearly’?”

I’d never had a close girlfriend growing up but from the first moment we had met at the Sun office we both knew we each had one now. We fell in to a pattern right away and what’s more she had met my boyfriend at the time David when he and another friend Howard were moving me into my off campus apartment and never once indicated that there was anything strange about the difference in our ages. Her only comment having been: “Ariel I’ve given it some serious thought and as attractive as the idea of a ménage à trois with you guys might be, I wouldn’t want to deal with the inevitable guilt I’d feel after David threw you over for me so I’ll pass.” She cracked me up.

The guy she’d made reference to was Bob Grasso, a reporter friend I’d spent the weekend with. I had flown him to Kentucky to be with me while at my job at Gateway Farms. My title was ‘Manager of Racing Operations’ but in reality I was Frank Wright’s dogsbody when it came to his Thoroughbred operation. I was in charge of nothing, but oversaw all matters regarding the buying, selling, breeding, and training of his racehorses. I may be Frank’s drudge, but I loved my job so much I’d happily do it for free if I had to. I had an enormous amount of influence for a just-turned twenty year old.

The David she’d made reference to was David Knowles, the great love of my life who had died of cancer a few months before. He was 64 when he died. We had been together for two years and eighteen days. I often found myself wanting to give away everything I had if I could make it two years and nineteen days.

I got to Pastore’s on time but Patty had already preempted every square inch of table space with research books and piles of class notes spread everywhere. I spoke to her. “How foolish of them to seat you at a table for four. Didn’t you tell them I was coming?” I signaled to the waitress. “Would you mind if we moved to that table over there?” I indicated a table for six.

“No problem. Let me help you.” The waitress made to gather some books, but Patty çekmeköy escort spoke up.

“That’s alright, we don’t need to move. The books were only until my friend arrived.” She started stacking them.

I spoke up. “We don’t need menus, two open faced capicola and eggplant sandwiches, two small salads, two iced teas.”

Patty put on a mock demure face. “I do so love it when you take charge.” She picked up one of the books. “You’re in his class; do you think Clackson could have plagiarized this text of his? This shows incredible insight and every time I’ve talked to him his bulb seemed on a dimmer switch.”

“I’ve never seen that, I always thought he had his shit together. He may be the brightest professor I’ve got.”

“How bright can he be? I’ve been dropping hankies in his path all semester and he’s never hit on me.”

“Ah, now I see. Did it ever occur to you that the administration frowns on its staff boinking members of the student body? Or maybe he hesitated because at the time you were underage and therefore jailbait. Maybe he follows the rules even though he’s completely, hopelessly, and passionately fallen into your web.”

“Possible, although that would take an enormous amount of discipline.” She sighed exaggeratedly and reached to grab my hands. “Why can’t I meet a nice guy to keep my feet warm?”

I laughed. “That’s easy! You shoot down every guy that hits on you and your sights are only focused on guys you can’t possibly get. If a guy does make it through your firewalls you blow him up if he’s not brighter than you are, and since no one in the entire school is… I rest my case.

As always, however, I have a solution. Go to a downtown pub and go home with the first guy who offers to buy you a drink. Don’t analyze him, fuck him!”

“I’m underage. I’m not supposed to go to bars.”

“Give me a break. Your fake ID’s better than my fake ID, but if you insist, Chi Delt is having a party tomorrow night. Do the first guy who talks to you.”

“Chi Delt’s a jock house!” She dropped her head to the table.

“So your expectations won’t be too high. You won’t be shocked if you can’t find his Phi Beta Kappa key after you’ve screwed him into unconsciousness.

Besides, he’d only be a stepping stone. Success breeds confidence and confidence breeds more successes.” I shifted into my best W. C. Fields. “The dumb jock’s only a link in a chain, m’dear, a link in a chain. Give me a little time and I’ll have you bedding half the student body.”

“Half the student body’re women!”

“My point exactly, we’ll work on the other half. On another subject though, I’ve got a question.”

Patty picked her head up off the table just as our lunch arrived. “Shoot.”

“Frank wants me to train an assistant. Want to try your hand at it? Understand, this is only a trial and Frank has the final say as to whom we hire, but if you like it and you stick with it it’s the kind of job that looks great on a résumé.”

“I take it as a given that you’ll start me out shoveling shit or some equally noxious task, yet they all seem infinitely more desirable pastimes than working in the bookstore. When do I start?”

“We’ll fly down on Friday after I get out of my last class and we’ll be back in time for your eleven o’clock Monday morning.”

“I’ve got a shoot scheduled over at the track in Watkins Glen Friday morning but we should be done by early afternoon. If it runs a little over would that be a problem?” Pat did some occasional modeling for teen fashion ads.

“I’d kind of like to get out of here as quickly as possible on Friday so why don’t I bag my class so Howard and I could go to the Glen with you. That way we could leave straight from the shoot to the airport.” I could see from the look on her face that my idea wasn’t going over very well.

“No, I’ll cancel the shoot.”

“Why? That’s completely unnecessary. You’d be leaving the photographer scrambling for a replacement model in the last minute which wouldn’t do your reputation any good and besides, you’d be leaving that fee on the table.”

She was still squirming in her seat, obviously uncomfortable with my plan. “Look, I suppose I should have mentioned this a while ago but I wasn’t sure how it would be received. I don’t model fashions in all my photo shoots. In fact a lot of them are like Friday’s for which I’ll be modeling mostly me. It’s a nude shoot.”

I was surprised, but certainly not shocked. “So?”

“Look I’m not at all ashamed about it, but as I said, I wasn’t sure what you’d think about the whole thing.”

I laughed. “Honey if that’s the biggest skeleton you’ve got in your closet you can rest easy. I’ve got you beat hands down! Ask me someday how I first met David.”

Pat’s face lit up whenever she smelled good dirt. “Someday? Last time I looked today’s a someday. Give it up, girl.”

I groaned. “Oh God I knew I’d wind up telling you this one day, but I wanted to lay a proper foundation first.

David cevizli escort was in Washington for this charity dinner party and after he checked into the hotel he was feeling a little frisky so he called the concierge to have a girl sent up to his room.”

“David used hookers? He never seemed the type.”

“What’s the type? He was a male and all his equipment worked. Most guys don’t have a libido meter mounted externally.”

“Okay okay, sorry I interrupted, where do you come into the story?”

I hesitated for only a split second. “I was the hooker sent up to his room.”

Wow! I had always thought it was just an expression, but Patty’s jaw really did drop. “Dad and I were going through a difficult time financially so I decided to be ‘little miss take charge’ and earn some extra cash to tide us over. David was my third trick in a little more than one day. He offered to get me the job at Gateway and said he’d pay for Cornell if I gave up prostitution.” I smiled wistfully. “It’s funny but the way I felt about him after that first night I would have done whatever he said and for the next two years I pretty much did!” Patty was still staring with her mouth open. “Patty you’re starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Say something!”

She started speaking very slowly and deliberately. “This all blows my mind. You have another dimension I never suspected. That’s a pretty ballsy solution to money problems, especially for an eighteen year old. Hell, I’m eighteen and I’m the only one I know who might come up with that as a possible solution and I haven’t.”

I snorted. “I don’t think they’re about to hand out merit badges for that kind of solution. I’ve often felt thankful for what I came up with though. If I hadn’t been hooking I wouldn’t have met David.”

“So I guess it’ll be okay if you guys are at my shoot. I’m curious about how I’ll feel about Howard seeing me naked.”

My brain slipped into gear. “Oh my God! That’s the solution to our earlier problem! Jump Howard! He’s good looking, an awesome conversationalist, he’s really intelligent, he’s been flirting with you since forever, and he wouldn’t be cheating on anyone because his life is spent taking care of me!”

“I thought you said he wouldn’t be cheating.”

“I know, I’m not exactly sure why I never attacked Howard. I guess I think of him as being a brother type. Oh well, if I change my mind it would be easy enough to steal him away from you.”

Patty snorted. “In your dreams, girl!” She looked at her watch. “I gotta get to class. If it’s okay I want to drop over tonight to review your notes for Lawlor’s class. I’ll spring for the pizza if you pick up the beer?”

“I’ve already got the better part of a case in the ‘fridge. I may be asleep when you get there so just let yourself in.”

“‘kay.” Patty went to class and I went back to my apartment.

I spent the rest of the afternoon plotting how I would pull this off. I was determined to hook Howard and Patty up. I knew Howard would resist jumping one of my friends on principle, but he might put the moves on a new employee at Gateway Farm. The more apparent distance I could put between Patty and I, the better chance I had. I looked at my watch and decided Howard would probably be at the D. C. house so I called. “Hey you, Frank asked me to see about hiring an assistant and I’ve found a girl I want to give a trial shot. She’s working over at the Glen. Can you land there so we can save time on Friday?”

“I’m fine, how are you Ariel? No.”

“Sorry, I’m fine Howard. You mean no about Watkins Glen? How come? I thought there was a little airport at Schuyler.”

“That’s right and little is the operative word in your sentence. That’s a 2100 foot strip and depending on wind conditions I wouldn’t feel all that great about your landing a 172 there much less the Citation. There’s a 7000 foot strip in Corning, but that’s means a stop on the way back to pick up the car and a drive back to school of over an hour. It’d save you a few minutes on the way down, though. If she works out would this Corning pickup turn into a regular thing?”

“No, this is an infrequent thing. She’s doing a nude photo shoot at the track.”

I could see him smiling through the phone line. “I knew you’d get the hang of this hiring slash human relations gig! Good work.”

“Letch!”

“What’d you meet her through Patty?”

Just before hanging up the phone I smiled as I replied: “It is Patty, cowboy. It was supposed to be a fashion shoot until she heard you were coming. I guess she just wanted to get naked around you. See Ya.”

I bagged my Friday classes and drove Pat to her shoot. I watched them setting up for a little while and the photographer came up to us. “Hi Patty, listen, Heather Clark’s a no show which leaves us one girl short.” He kept speaking to Pat but turned his face toward me. “I was hoping your friend might fill in. She certainly has a good look.”

“That’s up to Ariel. What do you say, erenköy escort girlfriend? Want to get naked with me?”

I thought about it for a minute. “I wish I could. I’m usually quite the exhibitionist but I’m going to have to decline.”

“Jerry, give us a minute, will you? Let me talk to her.” The photographer went back to setting up lighting equipment. “What’s up? I would have thought that something like this would be right up your alley.”

“No, you didn’t think it through. I get naked and the pictures would wind up everywhere and might cause Frank embarrassment. My degree of celebrity, however undeserved, would attract someone to print the pictures and shine a light on them”

“Now I feel like a piece of garbage.”

“Don’t. Look, under ordinary circumstances I’d be totally up for it but I’m trying to act like a grown up for my role as Chairwoman of David’s Foundation.

Look, I’m going over to the airport and pick up Howard. Apologize to Jerry for me.” I drove off suspecting I knew how the shoot would play out.

Howard was sitting by the terminal. When I pulled up he leaned into the car. “What’s up? I expected two of you.”

“Hop in; we’ll go pick her up.”

“At least I’ll get to see naked women!”

I smiled thoughtfully. “Only Patty, the other model didn’t show.”

We parked next to the photographer’s truck at the racetrack. Somehow he’d been able to get his hands on a Formula I car and as we walked up Patty was leaning against the front tire with a black leather halter top, a leather and cloth designer cap cut to look like a seaman’s cap, flame retardant pants, three inch long dangly diamond earrings, and six swatch watches running up one arm. It was actually quite sexy but could certainly have made it into just about any popular magazine.

While Patty was changing Howard and I pitched in and helped the photographer pack up his equipment. I asked Jerry how the shoot went.

“Pretty good, I think. We sort of switched formats at the last minute ’cause Patty insisted we do the nude work first and finish up with the commercial shots for the watch ad campaign. I almost think it seemed like she wanted to get the nude work wrapped up before you got back. Have you been hitting on her lately?”

I laughed, “No but I think she might want to make moves on the guy I’m with.”

Patty came up to us at that point. “Everybody ready?”

Jerry leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. “Thanks again Pat, I really mean that. I think we got some pretty good ones. I’ll let you know what the advertisers say.”

She kissed him back. “Thanks for your understanding.”

Howard let me handle the takeoff but stayed in the seat beside me until we left Corning airspace and I was in ATC’s control. He unbuckled his seatbelt and headed for the galley. “Want anything?”

“Water; when you get a chance. I’ll call you at the last VORTAC.” I knew Howard wanted to be in the cockpit when we landed.

For the next two hours I actually flew the plane, rather than turn it over to the autopilot. Howard got back into his seat as we approached Lexington. I asked him “Well?”

“She’s really nice. Bright without being arrogant, sexy without being totally egocentric, I like her.”

“Told ya.”

We landed at Lexington and I drove us to the farm in the Hummer H2 which was one of the perks of my job. Even though I spent most of my time with my eyes on the road, there was no way I could miss the body language and frequency of eye contact between the two of them. I had a feeling I’d be the only one sleeping alone that night. When we got to the farm I dropped Howard at his bungalow and Patty and I drove on to mine. I asked her “I guess it’s a waste of time to move your stuff into the second bedroom in my bungalow. Maybe we should leave it in the car and drop it at Howard’s later?”

“Definitely not! We may wind up exchanging some bodily fluids tonight but I’m still a woman whose primary focus should be learning her new job. I’m still kind of shocked that even though we’ve been friends all semester I never noticed how hot Howard is before.”

“I don’t know about heat, but what’s always amazed me about him is the way he can see all the implications of a situation almost instantly. He understands things, and people for that matter.”

Patty looked a little nervous. “You mean like telepathic or something?”

Ariel chuckled. “I never thought about it that way but perhaps almost. I always chalked it up to being adept at jumping to correct conclusions on amazingly little data.” She could see that she was making Patty ever more uncomfortable with every word. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking, maybe it’s not such a great idea hooking up with Howard. I should find someone not already connected to you.”

“I don’t get it! Three minutes ago you’re telling me how hot you think he is and now you’re no longer interested because he knows me? Girl it was my idea! Now go and fuck his brains out!”

“I told you no! Now will you stay out of my face about it! Jesus Christ can’t you leave it alone?” She banged her head against the side window for emphasis and Ariel drove on to her bungalow in silence. They pulled into the space next to the front porch and as each girl grabbed her own bags the silence continued.

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Janice couldn’t wait to tell her roommate that we fucked.

“It was totally spur of the moment. I was showing off in those new jeans and the next thing John had his cock in me.”

“Good going, girl.”

“Yeah, we both came, then he ate my pussy and then we fucked again.”

“Whoa, Janice. Did you say he ate your pussy? After he fucked you?”

“Yeah, his first time eating me.”

“Honey, you have the world’s best stud at your disposal. God, you have no idea. I mean, most guys don’t even like to eat pussy. And eating your freshly fucked pussy, god that is so decadent. Did you come?”

“Oh, yeah, it felt wonderful.”

“I’ll bet. Honey, with a guy like that you are going to have an exciting love life. And does he think he took your virginity?”

“Yeah, I feel bad about that. I had intended to tell him some time but now it’s not something I’m going to bring up.”

“What about blow jobs?”

Janice laughed. “I guess we whizzed right past that but I’ll suck his cock next time. I’m curious now what he tastes like.”

****

“Oh, hi, Bill. I thought you had a date tonight. I brought some beer. John and I were going to watch the game.”

“Sorry, Janice. I had one but she cancelled out. Second time, time to move on. I was really looking forward to some good loving tonight.”

“You guys are all the same, pussy on the brain.”

“That’s not the part of me that needed it.”

“Yeah, I understand. Well, you want to share some beer with us?”

“Two six-packs!”

“Oh, just a couple for now, the rest for the refrigerator.”

The three of us sat watched a not very exciting game. Low scoring, no controversies, and we lost. The first six-pack was gone.

“I went shopping again with Alice today after class,” Janice said. “She helped me pick out a really nice skirt and a couple more pairs of jeans. Sometime I need to show you,” she looked at me.

“How about now? Nothing else on TV and we still have a few beers. You don’t mind a fashion show, do you Bill?”

“If your girlfriend is the model, absolutely not. Go for it.”

She went into my bedroom to change and came out wearing a dark blue dress that didn’t come even to mid-thigh. “What do you think,” she giggled. “Too short? Alice said it was perfect and showed off my legs. I’m not sure if I can sit down, however, without showing everything.”

“Try it, Janice, and we’ll tell you what we see,” Bill suggested.

Alice smirked and sat down on the sofa between us. Her skirt did ride up.

“Uh, that’s a lot of leg,” as she tried unsuccessfully to pull it down.

“It’s ok, honey,” I responded. “Covers up your pussy. That’s all that matters.”

“John! Bill’s here. Don’t talk like that.”

“He’s no virgin, baby. He knows what girls have been their legs. Probably seen plenty, right Bill?”

“I think pussies are beautiful, just made for licking and fucking. I’ll bet yours is the best. How about showing us?”

“God, what horny dogs you guys are. No way. But I’ll show you my panties.” She pulled up the front of her dress about three inches, fully exposing her pink panties. “They’re also new. Enough of this. I should have known better than to show you what I bought.”

“We’ll behave. Promise. Go put on the jeans you bought,” I suggested. I remembered in vivid detail the last time she modelled new jeans.

“OK, how do they look?”

Janice changed to a top that ended mid-tummy. Her jeans were very low. Good thing she shaves her pubic hair else it would have been sticking out past the waistband. I looked at Bill, he was staring.

“God, Janice, it’s a good thing those jeans aren’t cut any lower.”

“What do you mean, Bill?” she said, playing dumb.

“Uh, well, you would be showing, you know, your stuff,” he responded awkwardly, looking at me.

“You mean I might be showing off my pussy? Yes, I suppose so. And I don’t think I can wear panties with these jeans, they’re so tight. How’s my butt look?” She turned around.

“Very sexy, honey. Your bubble butt looks delectable.”

“Maybe what I could do is leave the waist button undone. That would get your imagination going, wouldn’t it? Mister, you want me to do that?”

She looked at me. I explained to Bill that we had played this game once before.

“Yeah, my boyfriend isn’t home but mister is. I like showing off to mister.”

She unbuttoned the button. Bill and I stared. Then she pulled down the zipper half way.

“I feel so naughty, mister. Can you see my pussy yet? No?”

She pulled the zipper down the rest of the way. The top of her pussy slit was visible.

“Oh, mister, I’m so bad. I think I’m showing you my pussy.”

I looked over at Bill, who was staring at my girlfriend as she teased me. We both had erections in our pants.

“Oh, baby, what’s that bulge?” She unzipped me and pulled out my hard cock. In doing so her unzipped jeans slid down to aydınlı escort below her crotch.

“Oh, mister, what a big cock you have.”

Bill unzipped his pants and started stroking his equally hard cock.

“Mister, do you think you have a good place to put that big cock? My boyfriend won’t be home for hours and I’m so horny. My pussy needs to be filled up.”

She bent over the kitchen table, her now bare ass on display. She spread her legs and wiggled her butt. “Come on, mister, play with me,” looking back at me.

Janice and I had never had sex in front of Bill but she certainly wanted me now. But before I could sort my thoughts, Bill got up and pressed up against her, holding her by the hips. She tried to straighten up but his cock pressed against her bare ass. A moment later he slid it between her legs and into her pussy. Janice and I were equally surprised.

I got up to pull him away. But she was now humping back on every thrust. Turning her head, she murmured “It’s OK, John. It’s OK.”

I sat down and watch my roommate plow into my girlfriend. I did have to admit the scene was extremely erotic. But her pussy belonged to me, or at least it had.

Minutes later he pulled out, his cock shiny and red. I jumped up and quickly pushed my cock into her gaping pussy. I didn’t say a word and just thrust away, faster than normal. She pushed back hard against me and came with a shudder. I followed a few seconds later. We stayed coupled for a couple of minutes.

Janice straightened up. Her jeans were at her knees and cum was running down her legs. She turned to me, crying. “I didn’t plan this, honey. You were supposed to be the one. Oh god, what have I done. Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I was so horny and wanted you in me. I thought at first was you but knew immediately it wasn’t. You’re bigger but by then it was too late. Oh, honey, please don’t be mad.”

She continued to cry and babble apologies. I looked around. Bill went to his room, leaving us alone.

“Better take off those jeans before you stumble.” I led her to our bed and took off my clothes. She continued to sniffle as she lay down. I spooned against her, hugging her tightly. She was more upset than I was, which surprised me. Maybe I secretly wanted to show off my girl to Bill.

As I continued to snuggle against her my cock gradually stiffened up. I was involuntarily humping against her ass. Janice giggled.

“Don’t tell me you want more of my pussy, honey?”

I didn’t respond but positioned my now hard cock between her legs, sliding between her lips.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

Did it? I didn’t know. How did I really feel about her having another cock? Would this happen again? I quit thinking about it as my cock slipped into her pussy.

Bill was up away when we got up the next morning. I was fixing coffee when Janice hugged me.

“Too much beer, two sexy guys. I should have known better and shouldn’t have teased both of you. I was happy that you joined in and even happier when you did me again in bed. We are so good together.”

Bill showed up later after his classes. “God, I’m sorry man. I don’t know why I did it. It was obvious she was playing up to you, not me. But, damn, that ass was so enticing. And her pussy lips were spread, just waiting for a cock. I know nothing I can say will undo it, but I’m really sorry.”

“OK, Bill. I understand. We all had too much beer and Janice does have a sexy ass. And when you pulled your cock out I just had to stick mine into her gaping pussy. Sloppy seconds felt good. For what it’s worth, your cock was only the second she has ever had.”

“Really?” Damn, I don’t know if that makes me feel good or even worse.”

A week later Janice was again in bed with Bill and me. I had accepted what happened and decided it really was good fun. Bill fucked her while she sucked my cock. When he finished I pushed into her sloppy pussy, causing her to climax. I continued to fuck and she came a second time. Bill slipped back in, adding a third load of cum.

****

“Alice, you remember when you let me watch you suck your guy’s cock?”

“Yeah. He really liked having an audience.”

“This is going to sound really weird. John and I have been fucking now for about three months. We think we are really doing it well. And more recently, he has shared me with his roommate, Bill.”

“You have to be kidding! John lets his roommate fuck you? How did that ever happen?”

“Well, I wanted to model some of my new clothes for John. Unfortunately, Bill, his roommate, was there. His date dumped him. Anyway I decided to put on a show, starting with that new skirt we bought. Then I switched to those low-rise jeans. You know, the ones which barely cover my crotch. I teased the hell out of both of them. I then bent over the table, wiggling my ass in the air, wanting John’s cock. It didn’t bağdat caddesi escort work out that way.

“Instead Bill stuck his cock in me. Surprised the hell out of me and I tried to push him away. But I guess I didn’t try very hard. Anyway he fucked me and filled my pussy with cum. I apologized all over the place but John didn’t say a word, just fucked me next. Then he took me back to our bed and did me again. He was really turned on, April! We’ve since done it one more time.

“Hot damn, he shares your pussy with his roommate. I told you he would be an exciting lover. He’s a guy I would fuck in a minute if he wasn’t yours.”

“Maybe. But in the meantime we want to know if you would like to watch us fuck?”

April stared at her roommate and was speechless. “You’re not serious?”

“I know it sounds crazy. Actually we think we have learned all of the very best sexual techniques and we want to show off. You’re the only one that we could ask.”

“God, Janice. Less than a year ago you two were the geeks in the class. Now you want to put on a sex demonstration. With Bill too, or just you and John?”

“No, just the two of us.”

“Sure, why not. You want to do it, I’ll gladly watch.”

“And maybe join in?”

“Huh, you mean John fuck me? God, girl, you’re really going off the deep end.”

“Am I? Until John and I started doing it I had no idea what I was missing. It is so much fun. And he’s gotten really good at it. Meanwhile all you do is give blowjobs to guys who don’t do much in return. Come watch us and then, if you like, join in. No pressure but I’m betting you will.”

“And you would let him fuck me? You know, he’s really quite the stud, your guy. It would be really hard to turn down. You better be sure.”

“I am. John shared me with Bill and I think it would be fun to watch my guy fuck you. I’d like to tell him you’re a virgin. That would make it even more exciting.”

“Then I’m ready to do it.”

****

“Honey, Alice, my roommate, is still a virgin.”

“She is? I would have never guessed. Seemed pretty wild to me.”

“Well, she loves to suck cock but it’s also the way she has kept cocks out of her pussy. Anyway she knows how much I like fucking you and is beginning to feel left out. She doesn’t want any of the guys she sucks to do it. So she’s ready to be fucked. You can be her first.”

“Well, that’s something! She’s certainly good looking and I would think lots of guys would like to do it. But why me?”

“She thinks you are a stud, really sexy. She knows that you have shared me with your roommate. And I did lots of bragging about how good you are in bed. Mostly, I think she’s held out long enough and wants more than what she’s been getting, which isn’t much.”

It was decided that I would go to their dorm room after classes on Thursday. I was to eat Alice’s pussy first and then fuck her. Then as soon as my cock was ready again, Janice would fuck me.

“Most guys won’t eat pussy, John, so this is a real treat.”

I munched away at Alice’s dripping pussy until she was fairly well worked up. Positioning my cock between her pussy lips, I rubbed it up and down, letting the head dip slightly into her hole. Each time the head went in a bit deeper. Now I was in a couple of inches and probably pretty close to her hymen.

“Alice, you know it might hurt some. Are you ready?”

“Yes, do it!”

I pushed hard, my cock sliding in most of the way. I saw Alice grimace a little.

“Oh, that wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting. Hold still for just a minute, John. Let me get used to your cock. You are so big.”

I gently fucked her and was pleasantly surprised that she climaxed. My cock was still hard and slightly bloody when I pulled out. I wiped it off. Janice spread her legs and I pushed it into her pussy. We liked showing off to her just-fucked roommate. Alice propped herself up on an elbow to watch us.

“Damn, John, you are so good. What a hard cock you have. Janice, your pussy is all red and engorged. You must be really turned on. I sure was.”

She inserted two fingers into her pussy and was fucking herself in tempo with my thrusts into Janice. Afterwards we took showers and sat around talking.

“Does your pussy hurt?” Janice ask Alice. “John’s cock had some blood on it.”

“Oh? There was momentary pain when he did it but now it’s just slightly sore. I sure expected it to hurt much more but perhaps my hymen was already partially torn. I guess that can happen. John, your cock is so big it scared me a bit but it went in so easily. I guess eating me out first got my pussy ready for it. Thank you, Janice, for sharing your man with me.”

“I had a great time watching and then getting fucked. I won’t mind if we do this again sometime.”

Our next opportunity was a couple of days later. I ate Alice and then fucked bostancı escort her, this time coming in her.

“John, Janice said you sometimes eat her pussy after you fuck. My pussy is filled with your cum. Would you do it to me? Please?”

“Sure.” I moved between her legs. “Hold your lips apart, Alice.”

Janice watched intently as I lapped away at her roommate’s pussy. A few minutes later she humped against my mouth and climaxed, coating my face with more liquid.

“God, baby, that was wonderful. The absolute best. Did you see, Janice?”

“My turn, honey. Fuck me.”

My cock was now hard again. Janice turned onto her tummy and Alice took my cock and positioned at my girlfriend’s pussy. One thrust and I was fully embedded in her hot tunnel. I fucked her hard and long and then ate her creampie. All in all, the three of us spent almost an hour in bed that day.

****

“You know, John, maybe we could invite your roommate to join us. That way Alice and I would both have cocks.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to have someone else fuck me just yet,” Alice responded.

“I understand. If John doesn’t mind, he can fuck you and Bill can do me. Ok, John?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, sure, I would like to fuck you again, Alice.”

Naturally Bill was all for the idea of fucking Janice again. The four of us got together Friday evening. Janice suggested we use separate bedrooms this first time. An hour later we were all back in the main area. “How was my guy, Alice? As good as last time?”

“Better. I’m getting used to his big cock. We did great, didn’t we, John?”

“Yeah, this time we started doggy position, then Alice moved on top. She’s very athletic.”

“Well, Bill and I had fun too. He stuck a finger in my ass as he was fucking me. That turned me on. Now I’m wondering, Bill, if you might be able to get your cock in there sometime. Not anything I’ve ever done since John’s too big. Maybe next time you could try?”

“You came almost immediately as I pushed my finger in and out. Maybe if we take it slow. I’d love to give it a go.”

“Good. I’d like to try it next time we get together. And then, John, you could fuck me in my pussy while Bill does me in back. How does that sound?”

****

It was the last week of school and my last class of the day was cancelled so I returned to my dorm room early. I found my girlfriend and Bill on the sofa, fucking. And three other guys were waiting their turns.

“Oh, John, you’re back early. I wanted to wait for you before getting started but Bill was anxious. Then his friends came by just as we got started. I didn’t think you would mind. You can fuck me next.”

I didn’t know what to say and just stared at the scene, my roommate’s cock in my girlfriend. Three guys I don’t know stroked their stiff cocks, waiting for Bill to finish.

“Hurry up and get your clothes off, John. I think Bill’s about to squirt.”

What the hell! My girlfriend is doing a gangbang. Well, fuck it. She wants cock, I’ll add mine to the mix. I undressed and rubbed my cock as I watched Bill shove deep into Janice, filling her with his cum. I looked at the other guys. “I’m next, guys.”

I shoved my cock into her swollen pussy, her fluids and Bill’s cum coating my cock. Each thrust was deep and hard into her gaping tunnel. Janice grunted as I slammed into her. I quickly finished and gathered up my clothes. One of the other guys was fucking her as I went out the door.

I was mad at Bill and returned the next day to get my things. Just two more days of classes and school was finished for the year. I had hoped that Janice and I could keep our relationship going until fall, but now that looked unlikely. Bill returned as I was taking the last of my stuff to my car.

“Hey, buddy, what are you doing. We don’t have to vacate for a week. You’re not mad about yesterday, are you?”

“Yeah, I am really pissed. You and those other guys were fucking my girlfriend.”

“So? You and I have done her together several times. What’s the big deal? And you fucked her after I finished. I didn’t see you restrain yourself.”

“Everything Janice and I did, we did together. Even when we invited you to join us. But three other guys? No way.”

“Well, she wanted to be fucked and we were there, you weren’t.”

He paused for a moment.

“There’s something else. I didn’t want to say anything before but you might as well now know. She’s also fucking some other guys besides those three. She skips classes and spends the time in bed. Your girl’s pussy has been getting a good workout the last couple of months.

“Some guys were talking. Seems she got really drunk one time and said she fucked around in high school, long before you guys met. And that you thought she was a virgin. Everyone laughed. That’s what I heard.”

I was stunned and sat down on the front stoop.

“I’m really sorry, guy. We have been good friends all year and I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t blame you for being mad.”

Bill helped me move the rest of my stuff to my car. We shook hands. I checked into a cheap motel for the last two days of school. I wondered if Janice and I might get back together in the fall but I never saw her again. Last I heard she had transferred to another school for her Sophomore year.

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The day was extremely hot. Utterly bored by the slow summer pace that had taken a firm grip of everything, I had walked down to the Town Square. But everyone seemed to be taking shelter from the heat indoors, and the streets were almost empty. I was about to head back home when I realised that I was just outside Aunt Jane’s photo studio. Well, she was not really my aunt anymore, since she and my uncle had split up half a year earlier. I hadn’t seen her since, and I suddenly realised I missed her. As a photographer she mostly did wedding photos, kid portraits and so on, but she always had some larger, more creative, project on the side. When I first got to know her she had been working on an exhibition for the library, portraying stray cats. I did like that one, and for the following four years I often went to her studio after school. I helped out as best I could, and we used to talk about everything in a way that I wasn’t used to when it came to adults, who most of the time just didn’t care what you thought about things. But she listened, even though she wasn’t much of a talker herself, and she had a good sense of humour.

I decided to stop by and say hi. With a sigh of relief I stepped out of the sun, walked up the stairs and knocked at her door. Nothing happened for a while, and I was just about to leave when the door opened. Jane looked just like I remembered her, with her long, thick red hair tied in a ponytail hanging over one shoulder. At first she seemed a bit surprised to see me, but then she smiled that short, warm smile of hers that always had me smiling back.

“Hi Mat”, she said with a deep voice that even now, after almost five years, surprised me a bit. She was of medium length but very slender and her skin was almost as white as marble, but that voice sounded more like the voice of a dark, curvy and sensuous woman. Not that Jane wasn’t sensuous in her own way, but she was more of a no-bullshit-get-to-the-point kind of person than straight out seductive. But with that voice she sure sounded like it.

“Hi” I said. “I was just passing by, and well, I …” I shook my shoulders, at a loss of words. “Can I come in?”

“Sure”, she said. “I was just about to make some ice-tea. Want some?”

“That would be great”, I answered as we stepped in to her studio. The air was almost as warm as outside, the studio being on the top floor, heated by the roof. Ice-tea definitely seemed like a good idea. That, a cold shower and some dry clothes instead of the sweat-soaked ones I was wearing.

“I’ll be right back”, she said as she went to the small kitchen at the back of the large room that was her studio. I went to the old, rather worn out corner-sofa in the other back corner. As I slumped down I noticed a stack of photos lying on the low table. On an impulse I picked them up, and to my amazement found myself looking at a totally nude woman sitting straddled over an old wooden chair. She leaned slightly forward and pressed her palms against the seat between her widespread legs, her arms concealing most of her breasts as well as the dark triangle below. The next three shots showed the same woman in various positions on the same chair. The photos weren’t pornographic; even I could see that. They showed the human body in a very sensuous but at the same time innocent way. But I was still a virgin, and it didn’t take much to set my imagination on fire, and pretty soon I began to feel some small stirrings down in my shorts. But I just couldn’t stop flipping through those photos. Every four shots featured a different model, all in the same set of positions. Two of them were male, the other three, including the first, female.

I was so engrossed by the photos that I didn’t notice that Jane had returned from the kitchen. “Do you like them?” she said as she put down a tray with two big glasses filled with ice-tea. I could feel my face turn brightly red, and I quickly put the photos back.

“Yea” was I could manage as I quickly took a sip of the ice-tea and then put my hands, still holding the glass, in my lap, covering the embarrassing bulge, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

“Good. It’s for a big exhibition down in LA this fall, but I still need a few more models. I want a bigger spread in age as well as in form.”

I felt oddly heated, and not just from the warmth. I couldn’t help to notice that Jane was dressed in rather revealing clothes. Her shorts left most of her slender legs bare, the top had no arms, and she didn’t wear any bra. When she leaned forward I got a quick glimpse of her left tit, which only increased the discomfort in my trousers.

“In fact”, she continued, “your coming here might help me out. Maybe you could pose for me?” She looked at me questioningly.

“Wh…what?” I stammered, my skin as red as tomatoes.

“You’d really be a big help. I want someone your age, but you can’t imagine how hard it is to find someone willing to pose, especially in a small town like this. Want to do it?” She smiled here anadolu yakası escort quick smile again, but this time I only looked at here incredulously, scarcely believing what I was hearing.
“Only if you pose first”, I said, not wanting to chicken out. I was sure she would refuse, so it seemed an easy way to get out of the situation. But she only looked at me silently for a minute, and then nodded.

“OK. But we can’t have any marks from our clothes showing on our skin, so we’d better both take them of right away. You want to take a shower while I rig the set? You look like you need it.” And with those words she pulled her top over her head, revealing the most beautiful tits I could ever have imagined. Small, but perfectly shaped, and with dark red nipples. I could feel my cock swelling it’s last few inches at the sight.

“Sure” I said, and almost ran to the bathroom.

After a VERY cold shower I came back to the studio, still drying my hair on a big towel. My dick had reacted to the cold at last, and now hung obediently between my legs. But it sure felt strange walking in the nude, and even stranger to see Jane fixing the last of the spots stark naked.

“Ready?” she asked, and I only nodded, trying not to stare at here tits or her pubic hair, as red as the one on her head. “You remember how to use it, right?” she asked while she handed me the camera, and I nodded again. She had taught me a lot about taking shots over the years. “I’ll tell you when to shoot” she said and sat down, straddling the chair, putting her hands between her legs – but not before I had a momentary glimpse of her pussy. I could feel the heat rushing back into my member, and silently cursed, not wanting to ruin this my first opportunity to see a naked woman up close. But the light from the spots must have blinded here, since there were no comment whatsoever about my quickly rising manhood.

“OK, you can get to it”, she said, having found the first position, and I started to click away, slightly adjusting my angle between the shots. After ten shots she shifted position, while I strategically held the camera in front of my crotch in case she would come out of the blinding light. This time she turned her back towards me, still straddling the chair, resting her arms against the top of the back of the chair. Her ponytail hung along her spine, almost reaching down to her butt, which only accentuated the whiteness of her firm buttocks. If it hadn’t been for a delicate sheen of sweat on her skin she might have been formed in marble by some ancient sculptor. She was absolutely beautiful.

During the last two positions, the first with her sitting cross-legged on the chair, her hands in her lap, and the second where she hugged her knees in front of her chest, her legs crossed to conceal her crotch, I was in heaven. The positions were concealing enough, but the transitions in between left nothing for the imagination. By the time we’d finished my cock was silently throbbing with excitement. And then it was my turn, and I suddenly realised I had no way whatsoever to hide my predicament any longer. As Jane stepped out of the lights, I desperately tried to think of some way to hide my throbbing boner, but in vain. She spotted my erection immediately.

“Oh” she said, and I could feel the blush returning to my cheeks. I hadn’t been the least surprised if she had sent me away immediately, crossed as hell over my lack of self-control, but she just laughed, sounding amused. “Don’t be shy about it”, she said soothingly, “It happens more often than you would believe. Guys about to pose can’t keep their dicks from…showing of.” She smiled here quick smile again, and all I could do was to smile back sheepishly. “But it poses a slight problem here – or not so slight in this case” she said, giving my cock a quick glance. “You’d better take care of that erection before we can begin. You can use the bathroom again if you like.”

I only looked at her even more sheepishly, not really believing what I was hearing. It all seemed like some mad dream, but not an unpleasant one.

“You know how to?” she asked with a questioning smile.

On an impulse I shook my head. “No” I lied.

At first she didn’t know what to say to that, but the situation must have gotten to her as well. “Then I’d better show you.” She nodded at the sofa, and I obediently sank down, my cock pointing straight up. She sat beside me, her thigh lightly touching mine for a moment.

“Ok”, she said. “You just grab your dick with your hand, and start to stroke” She closed her left-hand fingers around her right index finger, starting to move her hand up and down. “Got it? The rest takes care of itself.” Her eyes met mine for a moment, and I could have sworn I saw more than a hint of lust in those green eyes. Maybe that’s why I said what I did next, I don’t know, but I just looked her in the eye and said:

“Can’t atalar escort you show me? On me I mean.”

For a moment I feared I had crossed the line, that she would be really pissed, realising that I had pulled her leg. She just froze the way she used to when she pondered something. Then she dropped her hands into her lap, looked at me again, and asked:

“You are old enough, aren’t you?”

“Yes” I said, it being the truth if only by a few weeks.

She just continued looking at me for a moment, her expression impossible to read. Then, without another word she gently grabbed my dick with her left hand and started to move it along the shaft. I groaned with pleasure, leaning back even further. Her touch was wonderful, gentle and at the same time electrifying. Pretty soon I could feel my balls tightening, preparing for the blast of my life. But what happened then surpassed even my wildest dreams.

“Look,” Jane said, her voice strangely muffled, “I don’t want your semen all over my stuff, so this is just to take care of that, OK?” And with those words she bowed her head down to my cock, and closed her lips around the head. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw her taking more and more of my dick into her mouth, and then starting to bob hear head up and down, her breasts gently pressing against my leg for every thrust she made. It didn’t take long before my cock responded to her tongue playing around the head of my dick, the moist warmth encircling most of the shaft, and to the slight sucking feeling she applied to it all. With a roar of delight I exploded, emptying myself into her mouth in a series of well-loaded bursts, leaving me totally dazed. Jane swallowed every drop, then raised her head and smiled at me.

“That should take care of things, don’t you think?” Licking the last of my load from her lips she rose and started to put a new roll of film into the camera. “OK,” she said when she was finished. Your turn” She gestured toward the chair, and even though my limbs felt like jelly I couldn’t refuse. On uncertain legs I walked over to the chair and took my first position. I tried to fix my eyes on Jane, but could only vaguely make her out, being blinded by the strong light. She started to take her shots, ordering me to change position every now and then. After about ten minutes it was finished, and she told me I could dress. But during those minutes I had started to get horny again, especially from the fact that a totally nude woman was eyeing me, only halfway hidden in the shadows, and I had other plans. I sure as hell have no idea where I got the nerve to say what I did next. Maybe the heat had drained my senses completely.

“You know,” I started, “I think you should try some more positions. Not that the ones you are using ain’t good – they are – but you could use some more.”

“Oh, I think you have developed a taste for this” Jane said teasingly. “And what positions might that be if I may ask?”

“I’ll show you. Just put some more film in the camera, and I’ll direct you.”

She considered this for just a moment, then put a new roll into the camera and handed it to me. “OK” she said. “Here you go.” Her eyes made it clear that she had given in, that the hunger between her loins now was in command, and to hell with all reason.

I told her to sit on the chair, leaning back, her legs outstretched but held together, her arms lifted and her hands at the back of her head. She did as she was told, giving me a perfect view of her body, her nipples hard and pointing. I took a few shots, and then told her to spread her legs. Again she did as she was told, giving me my first good look ever of a real pussy. I might have been a virgin, but I wasn’t daft, and even though I by no means was a bright student I had taken a serious interest in the lessons we’d had in sexual education. This woman was definitely horny, her labia swelled, her clit hard, and her entrance glistening with moisture. I took a few steps closer, raising the camera, wanting to get every detail on film. My obvious interest in her most private parts only turned her on even more, and a drop of milky substance slowly ran from her vagina. By this time my cock had stiffened considerably.

“OK,” I said, “You can stand now. Turn around and bend over, your hands gripping the seat. And keep your legs spread but straight.” Without a word she did as she was told, obviously enjoying giving me an eyeful from every angle. She bent over, her pussy once again fully exposed, but this time even opening up a little due to her position, revealing an enticing cleft, moist as hell. My cock throbbed now, fully erect end very eager to explore this black hole. I took a few photos and then put the camera down. I couldn’t pretend to be interested in taking shots any more. My desires were definitely more into carnal activities.

I stepped up behind her, fell to my knees and gently put my hands on her buttocks, stroking ataşehir escort her soft skin with my palms. Jane moaned and started to circle her butt in response. With every movement I let my right hand get closer to her crotch until I finally touched her warm, wet pussy. Jane moaned louder and held herself perfectly still, allowing me to explore at my leisure. I stroked her labia, circled her clit and then slowly pressed one finger inside, feeling her tight, wet warmth. She immediately pressed back, swallowing my finger down to the knuckle. Encouraged I started to thrust, at the same time trying to pinch and rub her clit with my other hand. She immediately pulled back.

“Easy” she said. “That hurts. Use your tongue instead. Come.” She straightened, walked to the sofa and sunk down. I followed and knelt by her side. She put her hands on the back of my head and gently moved me down to her breasts. “You’d better practice her” she said, slowly stroking my hair as I let my mouth close round one of her nipples, eagerly starting to lick it with my tongue. “Be gentle,” she said, “they’re sensitive as well.”

I put my left hand on her other tit, starting to knead it gently, feeling it’s wonderful softness between my fingers, her nipple hard against my palm. “That’s good,” Jane said, starting to breathe heavily. “Now suck as well.” I did as I was told, feeling her nipple rise even more. By now I was horny as hell, wanting nothing more then to plunge myself into her sweet tunnel of love, fucking her good.

“Now switch,” she said, and I leaned over to the other breast, at the same time letting my left hand move downwards. As I sucked and licked I started to stroke her inner thighs, letting my hand touch her pussy gently in every pass. Soon I let my finger start to explore her vagina again, slipping in and out, deeper and deeper for every move.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she said teasingly, her dark, heated voice matching the situation perfectly. “I gave you a blowjob,” she continued. “Now it’s my turn. Make me come.” She gently lifted my head, gave me a quick kiss, and then gestured for me to move downwards. I placed myself between her parted legs, my head just inches from her crotch. Slowly, after having had a good look at the beautiful sight, I let my tongue start to explore every fold and crevice, finally starting to circle her clit. Jane started to moan again, pressing herself against my face.

“And now suck as well,” she said, her voice thick with lust. As I gently, gently began to suck her clit, moving my head slightly round and round, her legs started to tense, her thighs pressing against the sides of my head. She lifted her butt somewhat, her vagina lubricating heavily. The taste of her was intoxicating. How I loved this! I closed my mouth round her labia, sucking at her lips as well as her clit, the tip of my tongue playing with the hard little thing. I could feel her whole body tense, and with a loud, drawn-out moan she came, her legs vibrating, her vagina cramping with lust. As her butt fell back against the sofa, I rose, my cock sticking straight out. She looked at me with eyes clouded in content.

“Looks like I might have a visitor. Right?”

I smiled broadly, nodded.

“Want me like this? Or from behind?” she asked, raising herself enough too close one hand around my dick, stroking it softly, while the other held my balls, one finger pressing up and massaging a spot just under the sack, at the root of the shaft. I had had no idea there was a spot like that, but it felt absolutely wonderful, and my dick became even harder, responding immediately to her treatment.

“From behind,” I said. She leaned over, gave my cock a quick kiss.

“Welcome,” she said to it, then turned her ass to me, standing on all four. “No need to be gentle about it. I’m as wet as you can get, and I like it hard.”

I placed my dick in position, and with a single movement I plunged into her until all of it was inside. She gasped with pleasure, as did I, and when I started to fuck her she moved in sync with my movements, her butt pressing hard against me for every thrust. I had a firm grip at her hips, at the same time directing my movements and making it possible to thrust even harder.

We moved like that a little while, and I was almost about to come when she suddenly withdraw. I looked at her disbelievingly, not sure what had happened.

“Lie down,” she said. “You will like this, I promise.” Her seductive smile put my discomfort at rest, and I quickly obeyed.

“This,” she said as she straddled my body, “gives maximum control to me. And I know what you want. Believe you me.” She took a firm grip of my cock, placed it at her opening and sank down until I was fully inside, my dick pressing against the top of her warm cave, her red hair mixing with my brown. Slowly, slowly she started to rotate her hips, my dick gliding in and out as a result of her movements. As she increased the speed bit by bit, I was sure I was in heaven. This was beyond belief! I lifted my hands and closed them around her tits, feeling her hard nipples press against my palms. But as she sped up even more I let them fall, unable to do anything but stare at this amazing woman, my balls tensing, preparing. And with a shout of pleasure I came, exploding in burst after burst, emptying my balls to the last drop.

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The day was finally here. My husband was going on a business trip for a few days and I had plans of my own. After ten years of begging him to start a family he went out in a fit of rage and had a vasectomy. He came home that day and told me that he never wanted children and this was the only way to make me stop asking. I went into a deep depression. I loved him. How could he do this? That was about two months ago. Last month I made up my mind to leave him. I found a nice little house at the top of a mountain overlooking the city and scheduled a moving company to come today and pick up the small amount of stuff I wanted to take with me.

My husband left the house around 7:00 a.m. and the door bell rang promptly at 8:00 a.m. just as they said it would. I opened the door and standing there was the most perfect man I could imagine. 6’2″ 180 dirty blond. He could not have been more than 22. His piercing blue eyes looked right into my soul. His name was Paul as I could see embroidered on his uniform shirt. The moving company only sent one man because of the small amount to move. After a few word of introduction he went on his way to moving the boxes I had ready for him. I could see his strong arms picking them up like they had no weight at all. As the morning went on I continued to pack boxes and he would load them onto his truck. We made small talk along the way. I told him the story of my husband and he started to open up about his life. He talked about his finance and the life they had planned, a life with many children. Oh üsküdar escort how I longed to find a man like that.

I started to have thoughts of seducing this young man and steeling him away from her, but I knew it would never happen. But could it be just this once. I knew it was the right time of my cycle. This really nice man could give me the one thing I want and need. I formulated a plan.

We finished up at the old house and he followed me up the curvy road to my new home. My plan was easy get him all worked up and let him fuck me. At thirty five I still could turn a man’s head.

We arrived at the house and he started to unload the boxes. I slipped away a put on something a little more revealing. I would just work very close to him and make a few suggestive comments and see what happens. He was busy at his work but did notice. I caught him taking a few looks, but then back to work. I started taking about his girl friend and how lucky she was to have such a strong young man to keep her satisfied. He just blushed and kept working. As I got more aggressive in my flirting he was getting more agitated. At one point he stopped me from brushing up against him and said he needs to get his work done. I said strait out “don’t you find me sexy.” He said yes but he was engaged and they promised each other to stay pure until their wedding night. Could it be I had the only virgin left, just my luck? So that was that I guess.

He finished up his work and şerifali escort asked me to sign the invoice. I asked if he wanted a bottle of water for the road. He accepted and drank the entire bottle before he left the room. It only took a minute for the drug I put in the bottle top take effect.

When he started coming too about an hour later he found himself tied to the bed post and gagged. He struggled against the bindings to no avail. I heard him and came into the room. His perfect body laid before me naked. His sweet shined in the candlelight. I told him not to worry I would take what I needed and send him home with a smile. This made him struggle more. I started at his toes and licked my way up to his waiting cock. It was about 7 inched and very thick. I commented how lucky his future wife will be when he takes her for the first time. I licked up one side of his cock and down the other side. Looking into his face I could see his anger and shame. After take his head into my mouth his body started to betray him. He was becoming hard. He grew to at least 8 ½ inches. I was giving this man his first blow job. Maybe the only one he would ever get. You could see the anger in his eyes but the moans of pleasure coming from deep inside his throat gave him away.

After a few minutes I didn’t want to waste a drop of his vital seed. I licked my way up his chest until we were face to face. I could see him pleading with his eyes for me to stop. He thrust his body to try to get me off of him, but with his thrust he entered me in one stroke. With my deep moan of pleasure he realized what he had done and he tried to pull away. I kept him in place with a vice like control, waiting for him to settle done. I looked him into the eyes and said give me this and I’ll let you go. He continued to struggle but this only built up the lust he was feeling inside. I rode him feeling every vain of his cock as it slide in and out of me, building to his release. I didn’t think it possible but he seemed to grow even bigger as he got closer. He erupted inside me with pulse after pulse of hot fluid. He filled me up and it started to leak onto his balls. Not wanting to lose any more I rolled off of him and elevated my legs. That’s what all the baby books said to do.

I looked over at him and he looked back. Still gagged I could see shame come over his whole body. I got up after a while and kissed him on the check. He didn’t struggle, just waited for me to keep my promise of letting him go.

After a while, I asked him if I let him go would he tell. I reminded him that as far as his girlfriend knows he is still a virgin and if he told anyone she would find out the truth. He nodded his head in agreement and I ungagged him. He didn’t say a word as I untied him. He grabbed his cloths, dressed and ran out the door.

In his hurry to get away from me he missed a curve and ran the truck off the road. I heard the explosion in the distance followed a little while later by sirens.

The police stopped by the next day to investigate the accident. I told them he was a very polite young man and was in a hurry to get home to see his girlfriend. That was that.

A few months later I got word that I was expecting. Paul, the Moving Man, had delivered the one thing I really wanted.

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It was in the Italian city of Livorgio that Arabella’s father had his annual business trip; Arabella always tagged along to explore the new bits of Italy.

“Father? Do you mind if I go out?”

“Not at all Arabella, just be back by six.”

At just the ripe age of 18, Arabella set out to find something new and adventurous. In a pink pea coat and gray cloche hat, she began to wander the orange cobblestone streets. She passed several small stores which sold anything from antiques to packaged water. Dissatisfied with the small town findings, Arabella eyed some of the houses across the street.

Her curiosity was pleasantly piqued at the sight of a lovely garden. The garden was mostly lush roses which sat behind a steel gate, and in front of that, an Italian villa. The house had plenty of grandeur and beauty; grapevines ran up its sides, its two stories were entirely made up of a beautiful ivory-orange stucco, and Spanish tile covered the roof. Although the house was lovely, the one thing that stood out to her most was its size. The house really wasn’t large at all; it’s two stories were very cute. It was like a grand mansion shrunken down.

Excited, Arabella quickly began to approach the house, What’s the worst that could happen? she thought, I’d just kindly be told to leave. Carefully eyeing the courtyard and garden, Arabella unlatched the dark metal gate. Upon its empty countenance, she stepped onto the smooth dark gray stone and beheld the lovely roses. Feeling further intrigued, she bent down and began to smell them.

Peacefully going from flower to flower, Arabella did not see the lean man in a white blouse and black corduroy pants watching her from a dark corner of the courtyard.

“Are you enjoying my flowers?” he finally said. Shocked, Arabella looked back and gasped. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not mad. I think more people should enjoy them anyway.” Arabella just stared back, unsure of what to say.

He stepped forward into the light and eyed her curiously. The man was about 5’10, was lean (for his clothes draped over his thin body), had short buzz cut blond hair, and large pink bull-like lips.

“Please excuse me for the intrusion, I’ll leave right away!” Arabella said as she abruptly stood.

“You don’t have to leave so soon. I just made a fresh pot of tea and ciabatta. You’re more than welcome to enjoy them with me. However, don’t feel obliged to stay.”

With the man’s hands firmly tucked into his pockets, he didn’t look harmful at all. Well…it’s the least I could do for him…I mean, I was intruding on his property, and he was so very nice about it, Arabella thought.

“Um, sure,” Arabella said hesitantly with a blush.

“Great. I’ll set it up, please, come inside,” he smiled before turning towards a lovely wooden door with an arched frame. She watched him enter the house and began to follow.

She’d never been alone with a grown man who hadn’t been her father before; and now, being alone with this man gave her great thrill. She’d seen the way men and women kissed, she secretly desired it. She’d once even seen, out in a meadow a few miles behind their house in the states, a man whipping a woman’s bare buttocks. The woman’s buttocks had been red and swollen, and the man’s trousers were down at his feet. Arabella remembered his penis, long and erect. It was the first time she had ever seen a penis. She had continued to watch the couple until they were fully engaged in intercourse.

She remembered how much she wanted it, the whipping, the sex, she was so young, yet it was the only thing she could think about. Since then, late at night, when her father was fast asleep, she would rub and finger her wet soft womb, desiring what she’d seen every time.

Awakening from her trance, Arabella hastily entered the house. It was warm and sunny in the kitchen, the man was busy setting a small wooden table.

“Oh good! I thought you might have left!” he laughed as he pulled out a chair for her. Blushing, she sat down. In front of her was a lovely porcelain tea cup and saucer engraved with grapes, a bowl of bread and a plate of cheese.

The man quickly returned from the stove and poured her a steaming cup of herb tea. He poured himself a cup before taking his place across from her. The table was so small that she could simply reach out and touch him. He began to cut the cheese, finally Arabella got a good look at him.

He had large blue eyes, bushy blond eyebrows, long blond eyelashes, and light freckling across the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks. She found him remarkably handsome, which only made her more nervous.

He finally sat back and relaxed. He stared at her. Arabella felt her heart begin to beat faster. Every second he stared at her, she could feel the sexual tension rise within. maltepe escort She wasn’t sure what it was, but his stare was very seductive; she was feeling more and more uncomfortable until he finally spoke.

“So, how old are you?”

“Eighteen,” she replied, finally sipping her tea. It hadn’t been until now that she noticed that he didn’t have an Italian accent. It was American like her own. He took a large bite out of the bread and nodded looking off.

“What do you do for a living?” Arabella asked nervously. He swallowed his bread and sat for a minute.

“Well…I worked in adult films.”

“You’re an actor!” Arabella concluded triumphantly.

“I was, but probably not the kind you’re thinking of,” he laughed as he sipped his tea.

“Well then…what kind of film?” Arabella asked somewhat disappointed.

“Sex films,” he stated bluntly.

“Otherwise known as pornography, sweetheart.” Arabella didn’t know what to say. Her loins were on fire and she was beginning to sweat.

“I decided to retire a few months ago. I had a miraculous run, made much more money than expected. I soon grew tired of it though, thus…I decided to reside here. In quiet peaceful Italian bliss. What are you doing here, I’ve never seen you around before.”

“My dad’s here on a business trip; we visit every year,” she replied shakily. Arabella had seen pornography tapes before; she’d accidentally stumbled across them at a friend’s house. Her friend’s parents were gone and they were playing in the master bedroom. They turned on the small television to find a woman relentlessly humping a man; her large breasts slapping against his face. Her cries of ecstasy and the sound of skin slapping on skin resonated for just a moment. ‘Sorry!’ her friend had said embarrassed as she had quickly switched off the TV. ‘Sometimes my parents watch porn.’ The girl reached for a case concealed behind a vase of flowers and quickly tossed the disk set into a drawer. Arabella had secretly wanted to see more.

She now couldn’t help but to imagine herself as the bare buttocked woman in the field, with the blond ex-porn star the beholder of the whip. She also now envisioned herself as the sex-crazed woman who was furiously humping her seductive new blond friend.

Frozen in the gaze of his inquisitive eyes, Arabella felt invaded as he seemed to read the sexual desires on her mind. He then leaned forward, his face just inches from hers. She twitched in shock as his large fingers began to gently trace her jawline.

“What is your name?” he asked as he intently examined her features.

“Arabella,” she replied in an anxious whisper. His eyes climbed over her neck and chest before finally settling on her eyes.

“A very sweet name,” he breathed. “I’m Uri, and in case you’re wondering, I’m 31. Now, I don’t mean to be invasive, but Arabella darling, you’re very provoking. With the way you’re looking at me, and with a face so appealing, I’d find it hard to believe you a virgin. You’re not a virgin, are you, Arabella?”

Unable to speak, Arabella nodded the truth. “As pure as an angel,” he noted, “Surely you wouldn’t mind if I corrupted you a little…”without having much of a choice, and being unable to resist her innermost desires, Arabella held in place as he clasped her face in his grasp, leaned in and locked his lips with hers.

Butterflies began to seize her stomach and her throbbing pussy grew increasingly wet. He gently pulled away, his eyes fixed with hers. He stood, rounded the table and gracefully pulled out her chair. Nervous, Arabella expectantly stood and turned to face him.

“You must be burning up…” Uri stated as his eyes roved over her thick pea coat. Arabella gasped at the thought of taking her coat off. Underneath she wore nothing more than a sheer white nightgown that barely passed her butt; she hadn’t ever intended to take the coat off.

“Let me take your coat,” Uri said as his large bony fingers began to undo the leather and wood clasps. Arabella trembled as his nimble, quick fingers reached the last of the buttons. When all were undone, he gently grasped and spread her coat wide. Arabella was now sweating profusely, perspiration ran down the side of her face and neck. She watched Uri’s eyes turn to molten liquid sapphire; it was clear her skimpy attire was arousing him.

“What a dress…” he bemused aloud. Still grasping her coat, he quickly slid the heavy material off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Arabella shyly looked away feeling pleasantly slutty.

“Dearest Arabella, darling of my summer, I will now present you two options. The first is to leave, uninterrupted and completely unchanged. The second option will be to follow me through that archway pendik escort to my bed, where I will violate and caress you as I so desire. What do you say, sweetheart?” He found her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss.

“Which archway shall you choose, my lover?” He bemused as he began to step towards the archway of his bedroom.

In all honesty, Arabella knew she would choose the archway to the bedroom. Sex with Uri was alluring and inevitable. She was already at the moment finding it difficult to keep from jumping on him at the very moment to pull his cock from his trousers.

Feeling the man’s constrain begin to penetrate within her, Arabella took one sly step towards her tempting destiny.

“Yes, there we go my lover…” he exclaimed with a smile as he grasped her hand and gently pulled her along into his room.

As Arabella entered, she could feel his dominance surround her immediately. The walls were a dark provocative red, there were no windows, the lighting was dimly lit by candles, and the large black bed looked ready to devour her. Despite this, she liked the feel of being his slut, and submissively allowed him to lead her to the black mass of pillows and blankets.

Now standing near the bed, Arabella felt a strong push suddenly jerk her face down into the soft sea of blankets. She looked behind her to see Uri situating himself. He dropped to his knees and clenched her ass cheeks in his firm grip, a low guttural sound permeated from within his throat.

Having never felt a man’s lust-driven touch, Arabella winced as a shock of pleasure rippled through her. He pulled her white panties tight, making her ass bulge through the fabric. Hungrily, he began licking the valley between her cheeks, delving his tongue in deeply. He then moved south and began to plod at her clit.

“Oh…” Arabella moaned zestfully. Why couldn’t he just remove her panties already?

“Oh! Mr. Uri…” she suddenly cried out as he began to suckle her love button through her wet panties.

Upon resurfacing, Arabella looked back at her skilled lover, her eye catching his. Almost as if to restate his dominance, he then smacked her ass very hard. She winced at the bittersweet pain and pleasure of the smack.

“Arabella…you’ve been a very bad girl,” Uri exclaimed slowly as he pressed his erection against the back of her thigh. A well of sexual pleasure blossomed inside her stomach at the touch. He then violently pulled down her panties, “A very bad girl.” Smack! This time Arabella winced more at the stinging pain of skin against skin.

“Tempting a grown man-” Smack!

“Into sin.” Smack!

“Such a bad girl,” Smack!

“Cock slut!” Smack!

“Bitch!” Smack!

“Fucking whore!” He spat with a final smack before finally submitting to her womanly goods, smothering his face into her ass cheeks once more. Arabella reveled in the thought of being such a slutty whore as she provided the man with what he needed.

Anything for him, she thought in a trance, Anything to please him and his hard cock…

He then quickly flipped her over and pushed her further onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and lifted her skimpy gown over her head. Arabella had not been wearing a bra, she now felt completely vulnerable with her small tits exposed to him.

She whined as his strong hands cupped her miniature 34A breasts. A small moan escaped her lips when his tongue lasciviously lapped and suctioned her sensitive nipples.

“Mmmmm…” she groaned pleasurably, he then, to make the situation of dominance further pronounced, took her dress and tied her hands together above her head. Feeling satisfied, he stared down at his captured girl. Ready to fuck, he began to unbutton his trousers. As the baggy material fell to his knees, Arabella’s gaze fell upon the long, thick, veiny rod that at last revealed itself.

“Do you want my cock Arabella? Mmmm baby? Do you want my dick?” He taunted as he brought his face closer to hers. “Do you want it?” he whispered before forcefully pressing his lips down on hers. Arabella struggled to breathe as he settled all of his heavy weight on top of her thin frame.

“Do you want to get fucked, mmm? Do you want to get your pussy pounded at eighteen? Mmmm baby? Is that what you want?” He jeered as his hips began to grind into hers. His cock slid rousingly in between her juicy pussy lips, causing her to whimper with pleasure.

Enticed by the sound of her vulnerability, he cupped her chin in one hand and led his cock to the entrance of her pussy with the other. Observing her countenance, he slowly began to push it in. Her jaw clenched as she tried to stifle a cry. With a final jolt, he sent his 7 inch cock through her tight pink fuck-hole.

“Oh!” kaynarca escort Arabella cried as the pain of her stretched pussy clinched her. No longer wishing to hear her cries, Uri shoved his thumb into her mouth, “Suck it,” he demanded. A tear rolled down her temple as she obediently began to suck.

With his face buried in her neck, he began to move over her with hard, slow, hip thrusts. As he rousingly grunted in her ear, she began to feel her pain slowly dissipate; and a faint deep pleasurable throbbing begin to conquer. Wrenching and wriggling free out of his self made handcuffs, her small hand found the small of his back, and the other the back of his head. Uri looked up at the girl to find a molten lust-driven stare.

“Oh, Mr.Uri…” she moaned as small waves of ecstasy ran through her with every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck me harder, Mr.Uri…faster…harder!” Upon the request, he kept his eyes secured on hers and began to pound her cunt more vigorously. The bed began to violently shake under the exertion of his powerful humping.

“Mmmmm…yeah!” Arabella shouted as his propelling dick began to stir up more ravishing waves inside her. His body moved over her like a wicked engine as his muscles flexed intensely over her. She knew he was beyond the point of stopping.

“Yes!…Yes!…Fuck!…Bitch! You sexy young bitch, fuck yes!” Uri gasped as he stroked her face in one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. Arabella was teething now as her orgasm neared. She lowered her hand from the small of his back to his ass. Feeling his rhythmic pulsating was enough to send her over the edge.

As her orgasm began to take hold, she probed her fingers deep into his ass crack. Feeling her body turn tense with amplified arousal via his dick, Uri began to kiss her cupped face.

“Mmm, poor baby…poor darling, did I fuck you too hard? Can you handle it sweetie?” He jested as she quivered beneath him. Warm juices from her orgasm soon encircled his cock and spilled down her ass.

“Oh, Mr.Uri!” Arabella moaned as a blithesome tear rolled down her temple.

“Oh Arabella, you’re going to take it…you going to take it sweetie, to the very end,” he panted.

“Oh, Mr. Uri…Oh God! Oh Mr. Uri!” She yelled out as his humping quickened due to his own near orgasm. A second climax overtook her as his balls slapped loudly against her cheeks.

“Oh! Mmmmm…!” She groaned as another fit of jovial arousal overtook her body. This time, as she clenched his ass cheek, Uri came as well. Arabella felt complete as his ropes of cum ejaculated inside her tight cunt.

“Arabella…” he groaned as he slowed his thrusting and lowered his face into her neck. He released her face from his touch and slowly lifted off of her. Arabella continued to lay motionless, entranced by her two orgasms. Noticing her paralyzed delight, Uri stooped down and kissed her gently on the lips. Lured back to reality with his pleasant taste, she kissed her lover back.

“Is it wrong what we did?” she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“No darling, nothing wrong at all. Just don’t tell your father about us, okay?”

“I won’t tell him,” she agreed.

“Good,” he replied, his face above hers. He finally stood and gathered his clothes.

“Belle, you’re going to clean this off for me, yes?” He asked, referring to his cock.

“Yes!” Arabella exclaimed as she crawled from the bed. Eagerly, she began to lap up their combined love juices; Uri’s cock was her new best friend. She loved the taste, the smell, the size…the feel; she would do anything to get her mouth and pussy around his superb dick! Oh anything…She thought, I’d do anything to please him…anything so he’ll fuck me again.

“Darling?” he inquired staring down at her.

“Yes, Mr. Uri?” Arabella replied.

“I’d like to see you again after today. When do you think?” He asked casually. Staring up, Arabella nodded agreeingly.

“Tomorrow, Mr. Uri?” She asked hopeful.

“Yes, Arabella, tomorrow. Come by for dinner…and dessert.”

“Yes Mr. Uri,” she said as she licked the last bit of cum from his dick. Uri then dressed and handed Arabella her own clothing from the kitchen.

“Do you feel like a woman now?” Uri asked his young mistress.

“Yes, Mr. Uri, very much so.”

“Very good my bella regazza.”

The two embraced a last time before he finally sent her on her way. On her walk home, all Arabella could think about was Uri and the newly found pleasure he had showed her. Upon arriving home, Arabella glistened with a new spark.

“Arabella…I told you to be back by six, it’s six forty five.” Her father said disappointed.

“I know father, I’m sorry, I won’t be late again. I’ve been requested to have dinner with a friend tomorrow though…could I perhaps stay ’til eight?” Arabella’s father sensed the difference in the Arabella that had left and the one that returned.

“Sure…” he said hesitantly. It seemed crazy, but something in his gut seemed to say that his little girl was no longer an innocent virgin little girl, but an enlightened woman.

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The sun blazed high in the late August sky. It wasn’t the hottest day of the summer. The heat was oppressive because it touched that nerve of fatigue at the end of summer, when a person tired of hot weather. It was two o’clock. Paul had finished everything. He had taken his work-out in the cool early morning. He finished mowing the lawn at about eleven. He had some lunch after that and completed packing after that.

In a larger sense, Paul was finishing up a big chapter in his book. His summer job was over. High School was behind him. With it went schoolboy sports. The proms and graduation parties that had been so important a few months ago seemed like long ago now. His friends were going separate ways. None of them would admit it, but the inevitable distancing was starting already. In three days, on Monday, his father would drive him to State University where he would start writing the next chapter.

The road that Paul chose was not the easiest one that had been open to him. Chemical Engineering and Division I football was a tough mix. Paul could easily qualify for either one at any institution. The coach at State was the only adult who thought that Paul could do both, so to State he would go on Monday. The upcoming rigors didn’t frighten him. He would prove himself to all, not in a spirit of revenge, but to relieve those who cared about him, so they could once again share in his adventure.

He disliked his current status, of being on a blank page between chapters. He regretted quitting his summer job at the beginning of the month. The idleness was annoying him. At the house his parents would revocalize their worries and doubts time and again, even though all decisions were behind them. He had no new answers to offer them. The heat of the day added to the fraying of nerves. He decided to steal away to a secret place he knew. There he could relax among the trees. He could not begin to write his new chapter, but perhaps he could outline the prologue. The idea suited him, so he slipped out the front door and made his way to the end of the street.

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Once clear of the house, Paul had no expectation that anyone would pay any mind to him. He did this often. He liked solitude at certain times. He could think about his real life or submerse himself into his dreams. When he would return in a few hours, his head would be clear again. He would be patient with his parents’ repeated questions, his younger siblings’ rants in search of parents’ attention, the lack of meaningful activity and the August sun. He just sought some peaceful place to center himself.

Paul was not walking aimlessly. He was certain that his place was known only to him. It wasn’t too far from his house, but not too close, either. It was out of line of sight from any house or road. If he walked at a normal gait he would be there in twenty minutes.

His private place was a grove of pine trees at the edge of a wood. Preceding the grove was a rolling field of tall grass. The hot and dry weather had had turned the grass a shade of tan. The greenness was waiting within for the trigger of rain to start recoloration. That would signal a restart of growth. It reminded him of his life at the moment. He had lost his greenness in his idle waiting. He looked forward to turning green again.

Like the waiting grasses, he had no control over when or how robustly he would spring back to life. He could do little more than the dormant blades, stretching their roots ever deeper in the soil, searching out moisture. Paul sunk his roots in his fertile mind, and therein was his prison. He could not escape the bonds of control and logic. He didn’t understand well enough to want to do so. The perquisites of youth: spontaneity and abandon had never found a comfortable resting place in his soul.

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The tall pines formed a canopy of shade. The tops of the trees were knitted so densely that when it rained he could remain there and usually stay dry. The boughs of the trees were ten or twelve feet from the ground. There was about eight feet between each trunk. The floor of the grove was covered in pine straw from years gone by. Sometimes it was a little prickly to sit on, so Paul had brought an old blanket in a plastic pouch and hid it there. He would spread it out between the trees.

When Paul went to his secret place, he would always shed his shirt and whatever he wore on his feet. If there was a breeze, it would feel relaxing as it passed over his bare skin. It helped his mind immerse into any subject he chose. A few times, he had nodded off to sleep with the gentle caress of passing zephyrs.

Once in a while, when he felt like it, Paul stripped all his clothes off. He would lie on the blanket completely nude. It did not excite him, rather relaxed him, to do so. He felt that he had seized the freedom to be nude by escaping the bounds of the mundane world.

Paul’s experiences, for a young man of eighteen, had been extensive. kozyatağı escort He had played in the state championship football game. He had given a valedictory speech. He had met with universities seeking him out to study at their schools, or play football at their schools. He had sifted through the wheat and chaff of the offers. It taught him many things, especially to trust his own instincts. Yes, he had done many things for an eighteen year-old.

There was something that some of his friends had done, that Paul was yet to experience. He had never been inside a woman. He had never been inside a girl, either. It was true, that at the age of those females to which he was acquainted, the traits of womanhood and girlness blended together in the same person. Without warning, one side or the other could erupt. There was no way to predict the volcano. The pouring forth would defy the analysis and logic that had forged Paul’s instincts. A young man could only hope to deftly react. It required great skill, indeed, to master the field. Paul was good at football and calculus, but never had found the time to learn this other strange game.

He observed his mother and other grown women. He sensed little of girlhood immaturities in them. He didn’t know how well they hid them. Certainly they had once been eighteen, and suffered from the same girlish nonsense, but had now outgrown it. Instinct told him to be patient. A balancing equation would ensure a future equilibrium. It would enable him to reach his hands out and find two gentle female hands reaching back toward him. For now, he would bide his time.

Paul’s virginity didn’t shame him, but he sometimes felt stirrings that are natural for a man. The girls in their bikinis excited him. Often they would flirt with him. His physique and notoriety attracted them. If a girl could claim him, Paul’s status would belong to her by association. Paul’s introspective manner, however, put the girls off. After the initial foray, the girls would give up their quest. As they expected Paul to reciprocate in flattery, he would respond on an intellectual plane. It was confusing. For the bikini girls, this was too high a price to pay to be on the arm of a former sports star for a summer.

There were times in his secret haven in the pines that Paul would dream about these sirens that sang off-key. If only there was a harmony, something might happen. In those nude moments in the trees, Paul would link his mental wanderings with a physical pleasure that he could bestow on himself. It was his secret; he only did it once in a while. It relieved allayed that burden of wondering and freed him for more important thoughts.

As he spread out his blanket he decided to forego a complete disrobing. There was no breeze present to caress him. Sex was not on his mind. Football and studies occupied him at present. He left his cutoff shorts on. He settled back on the blanket and proceeded to do that which he came for.

***************

As Paul stole out of the neighborhood to his pine haven he had no idea that there was a set of eyes taking note of his every step. They followed him on his walk down the road and out into the field. For the eyes to continue their surveillance a body would have to follow. The eyes dragged it along, following Paul at a distance. They were unsure if they were right or welcome in their following. There was a force of instinct guiding them, so neither ethics nor fear of rejection had any power to cause the eyes to reconsider the action.

The pair of eyes belonged to Glenda, a classmate of Paul. Although they lived in the same neighborhood, their acquaintanceship had not blossomed to friendship. Glenda was interested in neither sports nor academics. She also disdained the bikini flirtations that many of her peers engaged in. She had neither the body nor mind to support any ambitions of success in that game.

She was of medium height on a thin frame. Her complexion was freckled and pale. The facial features were quite plain. There were no pronounced cheekbones or dimples. She was a redhead, which may have explained her untanned skin. She looked vulnerable in the hot August sun. Most women with red hair allow their manes to grow. Glenda did not, opting for a more manageable, shorter cut. If she had allowed her tresses to develop, she might have rubbed away some of her plainness. It would have added some depth to her countenance.

There was another feature in Glenda’s visage that created a barrier between her and the world. Whatever were her inner mood or thoughts, they could not be discerned in her expression by another person. When she would smile, her thin lips would curl on cue, but no laugh lines would appear around her eyes or forehead. She had no frown, only a blank expression, as though the withdrawal of expression was a punishment to an offender. She had a look that portrayed emptiness in her soul. It was sad küçükyalı escort to those few that knew her, because she was, after all, only eighteen years old—just starting adult life.

The girlness that pervaded most young women her age had been purged by the untimely passing of her father earlier in the school year. Glenda’s mother struggled, herself, to find a new place in the world. She tried, but could not, help her daughter to do the same. When Glenda complained of menstrual cramps her mother had rushed her to their doctor for birth control pills. Glenda knew that the cramps were not so serious as to require the pills. She did not take the prescription as a signal of permission from her mother, either. Glenda knew that it was just her mother’s way of disposing of a potential problem in the easiest, fastest way. It had the effect of creating a distance between them, as the older woman had cast her daughter adrift. It suited them both. The widow was too concerned with her own life and was unprepared to deal with her daughter’s awakening. For Glenda, it reinforced her acceptance of isolation from meaningful human contact. Perhaps it was unnatural for girlhood emotions to have been purged prematurely from Glenda, and it led to a nothingness that stifled her. She understood nothing of this. An instinctive search for meaning hounded her that she could neither refuse nor disclose, even to herself. It was that primal urge that bade her eyes to follow Paul on his escape to the pine haven.

It was no surprise that Glenda had never enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. She was aware of her homeliness and accepted the matter-of-course disappointments when young men would choose one of the bikini girls over her. She knew that sex was a worthwhile pleasure. Her mother had never discussed it with her, but one day Glenda discovered her mothers “magic wand”. She tried it out, just on the surface and an inch or two inside. She was afraid to insert it completely. The pleasure gave her a physical release and a new subject that helped fill her empty thoughts when she was alone. The wand had not done enough to provoke an orgasm, but her thirst for one started to weave its way into her private desires.

**************

As she followed Paul she maintained as great a distance as possible without losing sight of him. She watched him disappear into the darkened grove. She was too far away to see what he was doing among the trees. She mused that he might be relieving his sexual tension. She knew that her brothers did so when they were alone. She was undecided whether to proceed forward, or return on the path that had brought her this far.

She ventured a little further. Perhaps she could get a clue as to whether to approach him or retreat. She couldn’t define what she sought from him, assuming that she would venture into the trees. Perhaps simple companionship would be enough to satisfy her. She was not so naïve to dismiss the sexual overtones of the potential intrusion. They would be alone in the private grove; he would be half-clothed at the outset. She wore very little, herself on the hot summer day. There were her sandals, shorts, sleeveless blouse. A full set of underwear lay underneath. They were appropriate for a lazy summer afternoon, but exposed enough skin to suggest, if a young man were open to suggestion.

Glenda was quite sure that Paul, like her, was a virgin. On the fringe of the bikini girls’ gossip sessions she would note their assessments of all the young men. There were code words that a practiced ear could use to decipher the secrets of supposed secret trysts. It was clear as to who was “doing it” and who was yet to join the ranks of the initiated. To the girls there was more to sex than just pleasure or intimacy. Possession and status were the goals. Secrecy, therefore, made no sense to them. As she would assess her losses to the more voluptuous maidens, Glenda came to reject the morality of bondage in return for acquiescence. She lived in a private world, and if sex were to enter it, it would be private also.

Paul’s non-acceptance into the regular clique made him attractive to Glenda. Surely, with his looks and fame, he could have slid into the favored crowd with ease. It would only require a few compromises on his part. Then he could have partaken of the rewards of membership. It was an integrity that was unusual, and it piqued and confused her at the same time. She reasoned that was why she had followed him on this day. Her self-honesty felt good, and she supposed that she needed it to match that which she had seen in Paul.

As she approached she saw him reclining on the spread-out blanket, naked on the top and bottom, but clothed in the middle. He was not pleasuring himself, as she thought he might have been. It prompted her to approach closer. Her purpose remained unclear, as well as her course of action. The grove of pines looked much cooler than the mutlu kent escort grassy field where she waited, with the sun pouring down on her. She drank some water from the plastic bottle in her hand. She thought that she might be starting to burn. It meant a decision had to be close at hand. She approached a little closer.

***********

There are moments spent in solitude when the presence of another body becomes apparent. It is not from conscious sight or sound. Perhaps the grasshoppers start chirping differently, or a field of energy belonging to the intruder intersects with one’s own. Paul rose up from his lying position to his elbows and caught sight of her.

Glenda’s approach confused him, for he knew that there was no reason for her to be in the field except that she had followed him. It sank him that his secret place had now been uncovered by her espionage. Fortunately, he had chosen to forego the nudity that sometimes was a condition of these excursions. If it had been one of the bikini girls it would have surprised him less than the approach of Glenda. She had never displayed any interest in him. They had seen little of each other since the passing of Glenda’s father. He was not grateful for the contact, his aim had been solitude. That was no longer possible. He shrugged in passive acceptance.

From her vantage point in the field Glenda saw him catch sight of her. Decisions were no longer possible. To turn and flee was now senseless. The deed had been duly recorded. She started to walk the remaining seventy yards to the grove. She walked slowly, partly because the hotness of the day had sapped energy for walking briskly. She hoped that the extra time spent in ambling to the grove would allow some reflection on her motives so that she could explain herself. Most importantly, a quick gait would risk giving an impression to Paul that she wished to avoid. It might signal that she felt herself a prisoner, hurrying to deliver herself to her captor. Then, again, he might sense that she felt herself to be the captor, moving swiftly to secure her prize. Which of the images she preferred, if either, she knew not. So, as always, she took steps to carefully conceal whatever she felt.

***************

Paul observed her approach. He tried to be angry, but had already resolved to accept the intrusion. At first, he wondered what he would say to her. He reasoned that worrying was unnecessary. She was, after all, the protagonist. He just waited, half-reclining on his blanket and waited for her.

She entered the grove and approached his position, struggling to find an opening line.

“Hi”, she said

Paul put the question to her. “What brings you out here on a hot day like today?”

His directness caught her off-guard. She was hoping for repartee that would allow her to ease into a conversation. It made a direct response inevitable.

She was standing at the edge of the blanket, hoping for an invitation.

“I saw you walking and followed, because it’s almost the end of summer and you will be leaving soon and we haven’t said two words to each other since graduation.”

“Well, I’m sorry about that, Glenda.” He replied. “There’s no real reason for it; just didn’t work out.”

She remained over him as looked up at her. She searched for something to break the ice. “Want some water?” she offered.

She unscrewed the cap and took a swallow, letting the opening of the bottle remain on her lips for a second longer than necessary. She handed the bottle to Paul and he took his own big gulp. She noticed that he had made no effort to wipe the bottle clean before placing his lips on it.

“Have a seat.” It was a brusque invitation. She removed her sandals and stepped onto the blanket, ant then lowered herself down on it. There was plenty of room for two so that they weren’t forced to contact one another. Paul had already settled back down, flat on his back, hands locked behind his head, staring into the treetops.

“I come out here sometimes to be able to think about things by myself.” Paul said. He hadn’t meant it as a reproach, just answering her question in advance.

“Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t have followed you. I did on a whim, really. Would you like me to go?”

Paul realized that his statement had an unintended effect. “No, please don’t go. I didn’t expect you to follow me, but now I’m glad that you did.”

Glenda’s silence was a demand for an explanation of his last statement, so he went on. “I leave for college on Monday. I won’t be back until December. We live so close and never see one another. It just seems like it would be a shame to leave without saying something.”

She felt more welcome. He might have said it to spare her feelings, but she decided to accept it and move on.

“I’m going to secretarial school.” she offered. “It’s a six month course, and then they help you find a job.”

“Well”, Paul replied, “I hope you have good luck with it.”

A silence followed. She hadn’t asked about college or football, and he was grateful for that. Small talk topics were now exhausted. They were both uncomfortable at the inability to converse.

After a few minutes Glenda broke the quiet. “It’s really hot! I envy you men.” She said. “You can strip down to almost nothing, but we women have to keep our tops on.”

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It was yet another searing hot day in San Soldado, Arizona. Standing hunched under a tree in a park opposite his workplace, Dr. Gregorio Aquino was trying hard to enjoy his lunchtime cigarette. As a native of Honduras, he found the Copper State’s 40-degree summers a little easier to take than most, but it was his understanding that the arrival of autumn meant things were supposed to cool down. It was now mid-September and they certainly hadn’t so far. That said, these circumstances were a lot better compared to what he’d had to deal with in New York. The states both enforced draconian smoking laws, but the Empire State’s frigid winters meant he’d often had to retreat to his car to light up, just to avoid frostbite: no risk of that happening here.

Taking one last drag, Gregorio stubbed his cigarette out on the tree’s trunk and flicked it into the grass, which was looking suspiciously green considering San Soldado was situated on the northern edge of the Sonoran Desert. Crossing the road, he passed under an archway that marked the entrance to the grounds of his workplace, the Archbishop Zumárraga Catholic Preparatory School (Z-Prep to its students). The main school building, a palatial four-storey behemoth with a domed roof, looked more like a cathedral than a high school, but Z-Prep hadn’t been designed to look like one. Instead of some municipal draughtsman, a noted Slovenian architect had been brought in to design the place, and the Vatican Bank had picked up the tab.

Just a few years ago, San Soldado had been a town dominated by slums. Situated barely 100 miles from the Mexican border, it was the first port of call for many Latin-American migrants who, unable or unwilling to pay traffickers, crossed the border on foot. Many then moved on to Phoenix and elsewhere, but some, having barely survived the all-too-often deadly trek across the Sonoran Desert, usually lacked the will or energy to journey on, so simply stayed put. As such, over the last forty years, the town’s population had ballooned from 10,000 to 90,000. For whatever reason, Arizona’s legislature had been quite happy to ignore the town’s plight, even as shacks began to outnumber actual houses. Help finally came not from the state authorities, but the Catholic Church, after an influential cardinal paid the town a visit and saw tens of thousands of his church’s most devout followers living in squalor. Within months of that, a massive Vatican-funded construction project was underway.

Archbishop Zumárraga Catholic Preparatory School had been the centrepiece of this massive overhaul of San Soldado’s infrastructure. Besides English lessons, all Z-Prep classes were taught in Spanish, which considering the fact 95% of the town’s children spoke Spanish as their first language, had struck Gregorio as an excellent idea when he’d read about it in his New York parish newspaper. So much so in fact, he’d given up his position as an interpreter at the United Nations and applied for the post of English teacher at Z-Prep. A job offer came in under a week – apparently having a PhD in Linguistics spared him the need for an interview – and his first year had breezed by. As his many tactless aunts had noted in July during his annual vacation home to Honduras, he hadn’t looked so healthy (or happy) in years. Alas, the honeymoon had come to a screeching halt with the start of the fall semester.

A certain student, Xiomara Qinallata by name, had presented Gregorio with the first real challenge of his new career. Quite simply, she spoke almost no English, although one could hardly blame her for that. Peruvian by birth, the girl had apparently somehow escaped the human traffickers who’d smuggled her into Arizona. A local priest had found her curled up on the steps of his church, whereafter she was promptly granted special immigration status and placed with a foster family, and had only been enrolled at Z-Prep in March. For her own benefit, Gregorio had tried to arrange for her to take English classes with a lower grade, but admin weren’t interested. The fact she was scoring A’s and B’s in all her other classes probably didn’t help.

As he weaved his way round the clusters of chattering students on the school’s front lawns, the Honduran glanced at his watch. He had five minutes to avoid the post-lunch stampede. Quickening his stride, the good Dr. Aquino made it to his third-floor classroom with just seconds to spare. No sooner had he collapsed into the chair behind his desk that Z-Prep’s eighty-eight bells rang out, and within moments, his classroom door flew open and twenty-five schoolgirls (Z-Prep’s classes were gender-segregated) scampered in, seemingly racing one another to take their assigned seats. Xiomara, one of the last ones to arrive, quietly filed in and took her seat in the front row of desks, directly opposite Gregorio’s.

All the girls were dressed in the school uniform: a sky-blue polo-shirt with optional black cardigan and a royal-blue plaid skirt that, if worn properly, reached just above the knee. Inevitably, the actual length of the girls’ skirts varied considerably, but not Xiomara’s. Her uniform was consistently impeccable: her skirt always sancaktepe escort unaltered, her polo-shirt always tucked in and fully-buttoned, with her silky black hair worn loose, draped over her shoulders. After the taking of attendance, the lesson proceeded as normal. Gregorio explained the day’s assignment in Spanish (today’s was a writing exercise) before distributing the worksheets personally, closing with the usual caveat than any questions the girls might have would have to be asked in English. Silence then fell as the teacher retook his seat.

The ninety-minute period elapsed without major incident. Throughout, Xiomara put on her usual convincing display of actually seeming to know what she was supposed to be doing. In due course, the bell rang and the girls began to vacate the classroom, placing their worksheets on Gregorio’s desk on their way out the door. Xiomara was the last to file past, handing her worksheet in face down.

“Wait, Miss Qinallata,” said the good Dr. Aquino as his Peruvian student neared the doorway. The schoolgirl froze. “Please close the door and come sit down. There’s something we need to discuss.”

It took a few seconds for the startled teenager to react. In complete silence, she gingerly closed the classroom door, and shuffled back to her desk, her head bowed slightly as if expecting to be severely berated. Eventually, she sat down, “What is it you want to discuss, Dr. Aquino?”

“It’s your grades, Xiomara.”

“Oh,” she muttered, biting her lower lip as she lowered her gaze. It looked to Gregorio as if she’d been expecting this conversation.

“I won’t lie to you, Miss Qinallata. Unless we can get your English grade up to a D-minus by Christmas, you’ll fail my class entirely.”

The schoolgirl’s eyes widened: “Does that basically mean I’m screwed?”

“No, Xiomara, it doesn’t.”

“Is that kind of grade turnaround even feasible?”

“It’s not like you can’t speak any English, is it?”

“Well no, but I never got taught any back home.”

Gregorio had suspected as much. Xiomara’s impeccable uniform wasn’t the only thing that set apart from most of her classmates. Unlike her predominantly mestizo peers, the Peruvian’s skin was much darker, indicating indigenous heritage. Such was the lot of South America’s native communities, she’d no doubt grown up in one of Lima’s poorer neighbourhoods, and as he’d once learnt from a Peruvian colleague, English teachers were in such short supply in Peru, it was usually only the privately-educated who left school with a working knowledge of the language.

“Anyway, I think I may have a solution,” said the Honduran.

“Like what?”

“Well, Miss Qinallata, I’ve spent the last week putting together some tutorials that should be able to save your grade.”

“Is there a catch?”

“There is one. There’s no time in either of our schedules to do these inside school hours, so you’d have to stay after.”

“For how long?”

“Two hours, three days a week, possibly for the whole semester.”

Xiomara paused, gently gnawing her lower lip, “Would I have to stay in uniform?”

“We’d be meeting on school property, so yes.”

She rolled her eyes, “Should I meet you here?”

“Are you sure you don’t want a day to think this over?” asked Gregorio. He had expected her to need rather more convincing.

The schoolgirl shook her head, “No, Dr. Aquino, I’m sure.”

“Okay then. Just meet me here after the bell. I have a classroom booked.”

Nodding, Xiomara glanced up at the clock hanging above Gregorio’s desk, said a quick goodbye then dashed out the classroom: she had all of thirty seconds to get to her biology class. Getting up to close the door, the good Dr. Aquino returned to his desk and spent the next ninety-minute period, which he had free, grading papers. He also began to feel little ambivalent about having extended his working week by six hours. Maybe he should’ve been the one to take a moment to think this whole tutorial idea over. Still, too late now.

Before long, the end-of-school bell rang, and as instructed, Xiomara knocked on Gregorio’s classroom door within minutes. Gregorio then escorted her to the venue of their afterschool sessions: a pokey little second-floor classroom in the school building’s east wing, specifically chosen to minimise the risk of them being interrupted by any of his colleagues looking for somewhere to vent. The tutorials were slow going at first. The Honduran found he’d underestimated quite how bad his student’s spoken English was, although her reading and ability were light-years ahead of his expectations. Thus, the sessions soon evolved into a series of prolonged discussions rather than intensive one-to-one lessons. Xiomara turned up to each and every tutorial without fail, usually beating Gregorio there by some minutes, and he gradually learned more about his enigmatic student.

In broken English, she told him about her childhood growing up in the barriadas of Peru’s capital Lima, and of how she’d lost her father, a labourer at Lima’s Callao port, ümraniye escort in a freak accident in which he was crushed by a falling shipping container. Apparently, it was the drop in her family’s income caused by this death than had driven the 17 year-old Xiomara, then a college freshman – turned out Peruvians finish high school at 16 – to approach the men who’d smuggled her into the US. She didn’t talk about the journey itself or how she’d escaped.

In turn, the good Dr. Aquino shared some stories of his own. Initially, all Xiomara got were the same staple anecdotes Gregorio told pretty much everyone, mostly from his years at th United Nations. These included run-ins with various madcap dictators, most of whom were no longer in power, but most of these were lost on the Peruvian, who’s knowledge of international politics was forgivably rather lacking. After a month or so though, Xiomara found her English teacher’s divulgences became radically more personal.

As far as the people of San Soldado were aware, the good Dr. Gregorio Aquino was an eligible bachelor. Only the IRS and US State Department knew otherwise. Thus did Xiomara Qinallata, an 18 year-old girl he’d known for barely two months, become the town’s first resident to hear about the Honduran’s estranged Brazilian wife, Renata. When he’d made the decision to take the job at Z-Prep, his wife of five years hadn’t been quite so willing to uproot herself to smalltown Arizona. So, they’d separated, but hadn’t divorced. They still spoke often enough, but Gregorio hadn’t seen his wife since boarding the plane for Phoenix at JFK eighteen month ago.

As October gave way to November, Xiomara’s grasp of English continued to strengthen, culminating in the all-important grade of D-minus on a test halfway through the month. Gregorio could see that becoming a D-plus by the midterms and maybe even a C by finals if the tutorials continued. However, Vice-Principal Tancredo had only let the tutorials go ahead under the strict condition that they stopped the moment she made the grade. Tancredo had been concerned about Xiomara gaining an unfair advantage over her classmates.

Ludicrous as it sounded at the time, the speed of the Peruvian’s progress had convinced him of the merit of Tancredo’s concerns. With some reluctance, the Honduran chose the last Wednesday in November – their last tutorial before Thanksgiving – to give his student the bittersweet news.

That Wednesday afternoon, Gregorio waited the usual couple of minutes after the bell before setting off for what would be their last tutorial. True to form, Xiomara was already in the second-floor classroom, sat at one end of the two desks they pushed together to work at. Her uniform was pristine as ever, and she was smiling, almost beaming. It was a far cry from the nervous lip-gnawing of a couple months ago.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Aquino,” she said, in heavily-accented but otherwise perfect English.

“Good afternoon, Miss Qinallata,” replied Gregorio as he took his seat opposite her.

“How are you?”

“Well enough. Had a visit from your sister earlier.”

“Lucia?”

“Yes. She told me to stop working you so hard.”

“She can be very sweet like that,” said Xiomara in Spanish, smirking. An 11th-grader at Z-Prep, Lucia was the only child of the Viviancos, Xiomara’s foster family.

“I look forward to teaching her.”

“So, what are we doing today?” asked the Peruvian in English. As her teacher sighed, she frowned, “Is something wrong, Dr. Aquino?”

“Quite the opposite, Miss Qinallata. I never told you about my agreement with the Vice-Principal about these sessions. I’ve been under strict instructions to end them as soon as you reached the required grade,” explained Gregorio, switching to Spanish to ensure he wasn’t misunderstood.

“So, is this our last tutorial?”

Her teacher nodded. Straight away, the schoolgirl bit down on her lower lip. The Honduran frowned, “Is something wrong, Xiomy?”

“Dr. Aquino, it’s time I told you something.”

“What about?”

“About how I came to San Soldado.”

“You mean how you escaped?”

Xiomara shook her head, “There was never an escape, Dr. Aquino. My smuggler let me go.”

“After sneaking you halfway across South America? Why?”

“Because I paid him to.”

“I thought your family were poor.”

“They are. They still live in the barriada, too. I used the compensation money the port owners gave Mami after Papi died. I was able to pay a professional smuggler instead of some bonehead coyote.”

“So how the hell are you on file as a trafficking victim with special immigration status?”

“My smuggler knew who to pay. The immigration service is just as corrupt as the rest of this country’s government.”

Despite her earnest tone, the good Dr. Aquino wasn’t quite sure to what to make of these supposed revelations. He was no psychologist, but it sounded an awful lot like the sort of tall tale a troubled mind might concoct to help paper over a traumatic ordeal, such as being trafficked. Quite how composed tuzla escort Xiomara was didn’t help matters.

“Why tell me this now?” asked Gregorio.

“If this is our last tutorial, I might never be able to talk to you like this again, and the man I love deserves to know the truth about me.”

“The man you love?”

The schoolgirl nodded, “Don’t worry, Dr. Aquino. I might have grown up in a barriada but I’m not some naive child. I don’t expect you to love me back. I’m not even sure I’d want you to.”

For several minutes, all Gregorio felt able to do was sit in silence, holding Xiomara’s calm but unrelenting gaze. The whole situation was wreaking havoc on his cranium. Again, he wasn’t sure whether to take what she’d said at face value, or to treat it as another symptom of a traumatised or unstable mind. Her apparent expectation and acceptance of her affections being unrequited only confused him further. That was unless there was something else at work here.

“Did I make a mistake, telling you about Renata?”

Xiomara sighed, smiling faintly at him, “Is there anything I can do to convince you I’m not crazy, Dr. Aquino? This is nothing to do with pity, or jealousy. I see very clearly you still love your wife and I respect that, but I can’t help the way I feel about you.”

Closing his eyes, Gregorio massaged his temples. Her lucidity continued to unnerve.

“Is that all, then?” he asked, somewhat hopefully.

“Well, there was one favour I wanted to ask.”

“Go ahead.”

“I would like for you to be the first man to make love to me, Dr. Aquino,” said Xiomara, in evidently well-rehearsed English.

Once again, the good Dr. Aquino went silent for several minutes before speaking, “Are you quite serious?”

The Peruvian nodded.

“Xiomara, you ought to know I could have you expelled simply for asking that.”

“Do you really plan on reporting it?”

The Honduran merely sighed at the question, “What if you were to conceive? What then? I’m afraid I don’t believe in contraception.”

“You don’t believe in contraception? How come you aren’t a father?”

“I said I don’t believe in it. Renata felt differently so we found a way round it.”

Xiomara shrugged, “A grandchild would a perfect gift to take home to Mami.”

“To take home?”

“San Soldado’s nice, but I miss my family.”

Conversation trailed off after that as Gregorio fought in vain to gather his thoughts as he cast about in vain for something else to say. He was beyond doubt that he didn’t reciprocate Xiomara’s affections, but he had yet to categorically rule granting her so-called “favour”. The spectres of automatic dismissal, probable prosecution and possible deportation all loomed large, but it had been so very long since a woman had shown interest in him. Was a brief tryst with an 18 year-old girl of uncertain psychological soundness worth the risk? It would take some thought. As such, he decided to play for time.

“Meet me here as normal on Monday, Miss Qinallata. You’ll have your answer then.”

“As you wish, Dr. Aquino,” said Xiomara. She smiled warmly at him as she rose to her feet, as if in no doubt what his answer on Monday would be, “Happy Thanksgiving, by the way.”

“And to you,” replied Gregorio, raising a hand in farewell until the Peruvian exited the room, suppressing the urge to scoff at her parting words. As if there was any chance of him passing a happy Thanksgiving with her request weighing on his mind, not that he even celebrated the holiday – he’d never quite understood it.

Despite the occasion, his weekend was as low-key as any other. His weekly phone call to Renata in New York on Thursday evening was the shortest yet. In fact, all he got was a recorded message telling him she was out of town in the Hamptons. Only a fool would think she’d gone there alone. It was a sore reminder that they were only really still married in the eyes of the law. Not that he felt particularly uncomfortable about her seeing other men in his absence – it just hadn’t really occurred to him to get back in the game himself. Part of it was probably the Catholic dogma he’d been raised on. Also, he’d long suspected Renata’s hesitation at filing for divorce had had something to do with the possible ramifications it would have for him. She knew how zealous his family in Honduras were. It was possible she’d just wanted to spare him the aggro a divorce would no doubt provoke.

As for Xiomara, the fact a part of him seemed perfectly willing to lay his job (and potentially freedom) on the line for a single sexual encounter terrified him. The chances of getting caught were slim. He knew from the janitors’ schedule, which he’d consulted when picking the classroom in the first place, that the room was cleaned in the mornings, not evenings, so the only potential interruption was another teacher barging in.

Then there was the truth of her tale about the professional smuggler to consider. Perhaps it was a delusion dreamt up by a traumatised mind, or even just a story Xiomara had concocted to try and persuade him he wouldn’t be taking advantage of a vulnerable victim. Frankly, he was amazed at how little it actually seemed to matter to him. If it were true, he guessed he should be happy for her, but even if it were either one of the other scenarios, maybe granting her favour would be the right thing to do anyway. Traumatised or not, the prospect of making a homesick young girl happy was strangely compelling.

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