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Jason drove them back to campus. Casey was more talkative on the ride back to school. Her manner was that of an excited little girl.

“Wow, I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said.

“It’s the best feeling ever.” Jason exclaimed.

“Thank you, Jason, for showing me,” Casey stated.

“I’m the one that should be thanking you for letting me be your first.” He then thought, ‘Mark was right that most of these women were thankful to the guy that popped their cherry.’

“I’m glad you were first even though I know you have other girls like Kira and Tessa.”

‘If she only knew,’ Jason thought. “Yeah.”

“I don’t care. I’m glad you and I did it,” Casey said, but then she started to cry.

“Casey, don’t!” Jason exclaimed.

“Don’t worry,” Casey said through her sobs. “It’s not about you. It’s my Daddy.”

“Don’t tell him.”

“Jason, it’s not that easy. You don’t understand.”

“Tell me.”

“Some other time. Right now I’d rather remember the joy and pleasure of being with you. Thanks.”

Jason dropped her at the dorm and kissed her goodbye. He promised to see her again soon despite knowing the difficulty of that statement. After she got out, he drove back to the frat and proceeded to take a shower. In the strong light of the shower stall, before he got under the warming water, he could see a telltale pinkish residue on his cock. The sight of it reminded him of the guilty he felt for possibly taking advantage of Casey. Even though she said differently, he somehow still felt guilty of taking her in her vulnerable state. He scrubbed himself clean as if washing away his sins.

Back in the room, he finally remembered to make his notations in the log. He listed Sheila and Casey as thirteen and fourteen. He had six more virgins to go. He was far

ahead of any of the other brothers. If he had the full four years, no telling how many cherries he could pop. Unfortunately, time was running out on him sooner than even Mark had thought. Jason called his Big Brother after putting the book away again.

“Hey, Little,” Mark said upon picking up.

“Big, how’s it going?”

“Fine, just fucking busy with work is all. Stay in school and fuck virgins as long as you can,” Mark recommended.

“I’d like that but I’m afraid you were right about this change in the guard with Dr. Jenny leaving.”

“Oh?”

“The new doctor, Dr. Amanda Clark, is going to computerize the patient records. At this point, there’s no telling if she intends to keep the same procedures from the cards Dr. Jenny used. I’m afraid she won’t and I’ll lose the only verification process for the virgins.”

“I see,” his Big Brother said. “Not good.”

“No. And I’m so close too.”

“You are? Last I talked with you I think you were on number nine or something.”

“Well, I’m up to fourteen now. Just got number fourteen tonight” Jason said.

“Wow, you are the stud of studs. The king of virgin slayers. Twenty should be no problem for you, that is if you can get them before the system changes.”

“Right. I have one or two more names but I don’t think I have six. Plus, chasing only select women will be infinitely harder than nailing every virgin I can find and meet that’s in the infirmary records.”

Jason couldn’t believe the callousness of his own words these days. This contest had changed him and not in a good way.

“True. I’ll inform Douglass Caulfield of your dilemma, but I don’t think he’ll be willing to change the terms of the contest at this late date. Personally, I think he is glad it will finally be over. He’s not well I hear.”

“I continue to have girlfriend problems too, like I told you last time,” Jason mentioned.

“Oh, yeah? How’s that hot redhead you talked about?”

“Great, but making me very guilty for my extracurricular activities. She rightly expects me to be with her and her alone. I’m taking her and two other virgins I fucked to see the Thunder game tomorrow. She wasn’t too happy to be going with them.”

“The speed at which you’ve nailed these virgins has been remarkable and contributed to your dilemma,” Mark said. “The rest of us had more time for breakups than you. You’re amassing virgin lovers faster than anyone in history.”

“Tell me about it. I just fucked this girl, Casey. She can’t wait to do it again and I’d like to oblige her but I’m covered up already for the whole weekend. Chad would love to have my problem but it’s getting tiring.”

“Hang in there, Little. You’re almost there. Then you can settle down with Beth or whoever else strikes your fancy with at least a cool million dollars.”

“I can’t wait for that. I really like Beth and don’t want to lose her. Somehow I have to find a way to fuck six more virgins and keep her too.”

“Good luck. Wish I had your problems.”

“What’s the matter? Not getting enough?”

“No. I’ve been working içerenköy escort so hard I haven’t had time to pursue any ladies,” Mark professed.

“What’re you doing Saturday night?” Jason asked, thinking out loud.

“Nothing … why?

“If you can come down for the night I’ll get you laid, guaranteed.”

“You will?”

“Yeah. And not just one but two great lays.”

“Really. That would definitely be worth the trip. Count me in.”

“Great. You’ll like these two. They’re very hot for sex,” Jason claimed.

“What’re they like?”

“Stephanie has fabulous, huge tits and is a great fuck. Pam is tall with smaller breasts but incredible nipples. They both suck a mean dick too,” Jason explained.

“Sounds great. Count me in,” Mark said.

Jason started studying when he hung up with Mark. He still had an hour or two before he needed to get to bed. Chad came in after about an hour.

“Things set for Saturday night?” Chad asked.

“Yes, and my Big, Mark, is coming now for the night.”

“Where’re we going to put him up?”

“Don’t we have a spare mattress in that storage room?”

“Yeah, I think so. It should be there anyway.”

“Let’s drag that down Saturday morning and set it up on the floor. Mark can sleep there after all the fun,” Jason concluded.

“Did you think about inviting anyone else?”

“Yeah. I think I’m going to ask Brad from the swim team. He might like to get laid too.”

“Three enough for those two hot sluts,” Chad asked.

“Probably not, but I plan on coming back that night or the following morning. I don’t want too many bodies to fight over to get to bed or them,” Jason said joking. “Keep everyone off my bed too, Chad, okay? No cum stains that aren’t my own.”

“Alright. Thanks for arranging this by the way.”

“No problem. Pam and Stef were hot for it.”

Jason woke Friday wondering how the day would go. It should be a simple affair. Take three girls, one his supposed girlfriend, to a baseball game. Drop two of them back home and spend the night with Beth. Leave her fairly early the next morning to come back to the room for Pam and Stef. Sounded simple enough but somehow he knew it wouldn’t be. All sorts of things could go wrong.

Before he left for class, he called the stadium and ordered two more tickets with the Cherry Popper’s contest credit card. He felt somewhat guilty charging the credit card for dates not related to virgins even though all three of these women were numbers in his log. He reasoned it was all part of the plan though. He couldn’t be expected to just fuck and leave them. He doubted any of the past brothers had done that either. The tickets would be waiting for him at will call.

Jason made his way to practice. He was there a little early and got a bunch of laps in before Brad showed. When he saw Brad beside the pool talking to the coach, he swam over. As soon as Brad was done talking to the coach, he joined Jason in the pool.

“Hey, man,” Jason said.

“What’s up, dude,” Brad said.

“What’re you up to Saturday night?”

“You’re asking me out on a date?” Brad asked jokingly.

“Right. I’m planning the best day of your life though,” Jason intoned.

“Really?”

“Feel like joining in on a gangbang of two hot chicks in my room? I won’t be there until morning though.”

“No shit! That redhead from the other day one of them?”

“Fuck you! That’s my girlfriend, asshole. No, these are two hot babes I nailed a while back. They love group sessions with multiple guys. My roommate and Big Brother, Mark, from last year will be there. I thought you might like to come too. No pun intended.”

“Sweet. I haven’t met any hot chicks yet. My balls are itchin’ for action,” Brad mused.

“Be there before eight,” Jason said laughing. “You can thank me later.”

Jason beat Brad by at least six lengths that day. Brad’s excuse was he had a hardon thinking about Saturday and it slowed him down with the huge drag. They laughed and joked about the whole thing until they parted for classes.

Jason ran into Jillian as he was nearing Carlisle Hall for economics. She looked great. Her complexion was far better, almost completely healed. She looked thinner too.

“Hi, Jillian,” Jason said.

“Hi, Jason.”

“You’re looking great, girl.”

“Thanks. I have you to thank for everything. I owe you.”

“Nonsense,” Jason said, but liked the thought.

“No really. Look how my face has cleared from the chlorine and the new medication Dr. Jenny gave me. I’ve also dropped close to ten pounds. All thanks to you. Kira and Tessa have even asked me to join them for dinner every night from now on.”

“That’s great!” Jason effused.

“I feel like I want to pay you back somehow,” Jillian proposed.

“How, What?”

“I don’t know but I’m open.”

Jason thought for a second. Could he be as crass as to take advantage of Jillian’s proposal? Surely, she knew what she was saying; she just couldn’t bring herself to say the rest. Was she hot for him because he helped kadıköy escort her? Maybe? She was a virgin and one of the few he knew for sure remaining. Maybe this was his chance to change that. He might not get another chance. Now that she looked so much better, it wouldn’t be long before guys like Brad were hitting on her and asking for dates. His chances would surely fade away if she had a boyfriend.

“Okay, meet me outside by the big oak after class,” Jason said.

“Really?” Jillian said, acting surprised now like she hadn’t intended for him to take her up on it. “By the oak tree?”

‘Maybe I’m being terrible,’ Jason thought, but continued none-the-less. “Yeah, we can go somewhere from there for lunch. You free for lunch?”

“Yes,” Jillian said, acting somewhat relieved that maybe all he was talking about was lunch.

It’s not that she didn’t want to have sex with him, she did. Bad! She was just nervous about it. She had promised to buy lunch the next time they got together anyway. So maybe that’s all it was. She’d used that as an excuse to see her handsome benefactor again anyway. Now, he was just taking her up on it. That’s all. She sort of felt relieved but then again not really.

Jason finally got to economics on time. The teacher noticed but didn’t say anything. Connie and Sophie noticed too and both gave him big smiles. After class he said hi to both of them but excused himself saying he had to meet someone. He found Jillian waiting by the big oak tree not far from the building entrance just as he said.

“Hey,” Jason said upon walking up.

“Hi.”

“Ready? We can walk to the frat for lunch.”

“What … oh … I thought we were going somewhere where I could pay?” Jillian said.

“No need for that unless you want to,” Jason declared. “We can get a free meal there.”

“Okay,” Jillian answered.

They talked about Jillian’s improving swimming skills as they walked along. She was up to ten laps for each work out session when she couldn’t even do four a short while ago. Not only had she dropped weight but she was feeling more toned than she could remember in a long time. Her energy levels were better and she felt more positive about everything. Technically, she’d only lost ten pounds but she felt stronger and looked like she’d lost a lot more.

“You know, you saved me from quitting school,” Jillian proclaimed.

“Thanks, but all you needed was a helping hand, you did the rest.”

“Even so, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Being it was Friday, the frat was serving fried fish for lunch with French fries and apple sauce. They filled their plates and took seats away from the prying eyes of the other watching brothers.

“This is not part of my diet,” Jillian said jokingly. “I’ll have to swim a few more laps for this and to clean my skin of the grease.”

“Yeah, definitely off the diet for me too,” Jason conceded and laughed with her.

They talked about the baseball game he was taking Tessa, Kira, and Beth to that night. Jillian had brought it up as she had learned of it from Tessa and Kira.

“Three women … quite a handful even for you, Jason,” Jillian chided.

“I know. Did Tessa and Kira tell you the whole story?”

“Yeah. Don’t be mad at them for telling me, please.”

“No … no … that’s fine, I don’t care. Hopefully, everyone will have fun,” Jason concluded.

“Hopefully,” Jillian agreed. “I think Kira and Tessa understand about Beth.”

“What do you mean?”

“That she’s your real girlfriend I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll all work out.”

“Thanks. I think so. Want to go to my room?” Jason suggested when they were done.

“Is a girl safe in there?” Jillian mused.

“If she wants to be,” Jason said joking back.

“Okay,” Jillian said somewhat hesitantly.

Jillian’s mind raced with the thoughts of what could or might happen once in a sophomore fraternity guy’s bedroom. This was something that most college girls only did if they trusted the guy. She told herself, ‘I trust Jason, but do I trust myself.’

Jason unlocked the door and showed her in. Once inside, he asked if she wanted a drink or something. Having just eaten and had a large glass of milk, Jillian declined. They sat down on the bed as Jason turned on the TV with the remote.

“You like to watch TV during the day?” Jason asked.

“Days of Our Lives,” Jillian replied.

“A soap?”

“Yeah, my mom got me into it a long time ago,” Jillian confessed.

Her smile was cute and Jason found himself looking into her grey eyes. They were warm and friendly as she was. She had allowed her strawberry blonde hair to grow out since they met and Jason liked the new longer length to her shoulders. The small smattering of faint freckles on her nose and cheeks were more evident on her face now that the acne was nearly gone.

“What channel?” Jason asked.

“It’s not 1:00 yet. You can watch whatever you want.”

“I like to check out the sports scores if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all,” Jillian said, beginning to kartal escort wonder what she was doing there.

Not that she minded at all being with Jason. In many ways, she wished he had meant to take her up on her pay back to him sexually, instead of some other way. She found Jason extremely handsome. It bothered her some that he already had so many women in his life. She wished she could garner his full attention and keep it for herself. She’d even begun to get more interested looks from some of the other guys on campus but it was Jason that appealed to her the most. He had been there for her when it counted and she had been attracted to him from the first moment they met.

Jason propped up some pillows against the headboard of his bed and leaned back. Jillian felt a little silly just sitting there, so she leaned back too. They were lying side by side on his bed as he watched the posted scores. Jillian watched for a while but finally had to lean over towards him with her head on her raised hand.

“Jason … I thought you were going to let me pay you back?”

“Well, I decided why make you pay when we could come here for free.”

“Oh, so it was always just lunch?”

“What did you think?”

“I ahh … I mean … I was thinking …”

“Jillian, what are you trying to say?”

“It’s just that I thought you really wanted a pay back.”

“Like what?” Jason questioned, amused by her obvious dilemma.

She caught his slight grin, “You’re just playing with me.”

“Tell me what you want,” Jason said chuckling.

“You’re playing with me. Are you just teasing me or are you mocking me?” Jillian now asked somewhat annoyed.

“No, not mocking you. I’m just trying to get you to say it.”

“Why … What, you want me to beg?”

“No, not that either. I just wanted to hear you ask, but forget it if you’re going to get upset about it.”

“Jason …”

“What?”

Jillian looked at him and then leaned in quickly and kissed him. Jason was a little surprised at first but kissed her back until Jillian broke the kiss. She looked into his blue eyes for what seemed a long time but then kissed him again. That kiss led to several more until they were both out of breath.

“Wow,” Jason said when he leaned back against the pillow.

“What?” Jillian now asked.

“Nice.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Jillian leaned on top of him now. Her firm breasts pressing into his chest. She kissed him several more times, at least as intensely as before. Jason’s hand came up to caress the side of her face as they kissed. Jillian stopped kissing him on the lips but kissed the palm of his caressing hand instead. Jason used his other hand to brush her pretty hair from blocking the complete side view of her face. She has a cute, small nose he noticed, as if for the first time. Everything about her seemed to look enticing now. He felt his cock stir in his pants.

Jillian stopped kissing his one hand and looked down at Jason. Her eyes scanned over his face as if reading a computer screen or searching for something. The look on her face was intense, yet inviting. Jason watched her with interest as to what she would do next.

“Jason.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll say it now.”

“Okay.”

“Take me.”

“What?”

“I want you to take me. Take me if you want.”

“Jillian, you don’t…”

“I want to. I want to more than anything. Not just to pay you back, but because I …”

“What?”

Jillian’s eyes kept scanning his face as if looking for a sign or a weakness or an opportunity. She stammered a little as she continued.

“I know you have plenty of prettier girls than me but I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re doing it with Kira and Tessa. I don’t care if Beth is your true girlfriend. I don’t care about anyone else. I just want to be with you.”

“Jillian, you’re beautiful, but … I can’t … I can’t commit to anyone else …”

Jason stammered now as he tried to convey his own feeling. He had approached her paying him back casually up till now, the way their relationship had started from the beginning, but now he felt the same intensity she did. He couldn’t deny being attracted to Jillian. He was conflicted again. Fuck her and fulfill his desire and continue the contest or tell her she didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to do it with him. She should save herself for someone more worthy.

“I don’t care!” Jillian exclaimed. “I was nervous before about doing it but now I want to.”

“No you don’t. You’re just saying that out of a sense of owing me.”

“No … I do … I do want to do it with you and not just because you helped me.”

“Jillian …”

She cut off Jason’s words with a kiss. She kissed him deeply and started unbuttoning his shirt. He thought about pushing her off for her own good but the other side of him took over now. He held her hips and kissed her back passionately. Jillian moaned into their kisses as she pulled his shirt open. She kissed down his neck with tender loving kisses. Her hands ran over the muscles of his bare chest as she worked her way lower.

Jason tried to open the buttons on Jillian’s shirt but she kept moving around. He got the tops ones open enough to see her white bra encasing her ample breasts. He had admired those breasts a couple times when they were in the pool. Her nipples were already poking indentations in the bra. He wanted to touch them but Jillian moved down too far. Her hands opened his belt.

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It was our second day there and the snow finally started to let up. We spent the first day resting from the long drive up to the mountains. It was a hard drive with the ice and snow all over the road. The last fifty miles took three hours to traverse until we reached the quiet little ski town our lodge was in.

The lodge was located on the slope next to the ski run so walk up traffic was very heavy during the daytime when most of the guests were out taking advantage of the fresh powder. Luckily for us, our travel agent upgraded the reservation to one of the private cabins about one hundred yards above the lodge on the edge of the ski run. The location gave us privacy but allowed us to utilize the dinning hall and bar located in the lodge if we wanted to.

The cabin was cozy with a living area and bedroom combined into one room. The fireplace was located in the center of the room giving a slight separation to the bedroom. The side of the cabin facing the ski run had a large glass sliding door opening up to the porch. Out side on the porch stood an outdoor gas fireplace and a large six man hot tube. The porch itself was clear of snow due to the heating element inside the concrete, which made it comfortable to walk across bare foot in the cold temperatures. The most impressive part of this outdoor living area was the view of the ski slope, the lodge, and town just below us. One could see all the way up the mountain on one side and look over the elegant lodge down into the sleepy town on the other side.

Wendy woke up early as usual and sat in front of the glass door drinking her coffee while watching the sun come up over the mountaintop. The fire she started in the fireplace hadn’t warmed the room up enough yet to allow her to walk around nude so she bundled herself up in the robe nice and tight.

As I woke up I noticed her sitting there bundled up trying to keep warm. On a lark I spoke up, “I dare you to walk out on the porch with your robe open hanging off your shoulders.” Knowing there was no way she would do that because of the cold,

I even sweetened the deal and informed her that if she did my dare I would do a dare from her.

She thought about it for a while and then stood up walked over to me and quietly spoke in my ear, “Your on, and you better not welsh on your end of the deal.”

Wendy walked back over to the sliding door and untied her robe letting it flow open. She shrugged her shoulders until the robe dropped off and slid half way down her arms. In this position her shoulders, breast, and full front was exposed from head to toe. Holding her coffee in one hand and pulling the door open with the other she turned looking over her shoulder and said, “The game is on!”

The cold air hit her body as soon as the door cracked open causing her to shiver. Goose bumps popped up all over her body and her nipples became firm jutting out in front of her like marbles. As she stepped out onto the porch I could her mumble “Oh shit”. The cold air blowing out side caused the robe to balloon out revealing her naked body to the elements.

Her tan skin contrasted against the white robe and snow covered ground around the porch. I am still amazed at how gorgeous she looks each and every day. Her beauty makes most women jealous and her figure is one they all envy. Her firm pert breast thrust out with hard buttons standing at their tips. Her flat stomach and heart shaped ass resemble those of models you see in Vogue and Cosmo. Any man in his right mind would fantasize about a woman with such beauty.

Watching her stand out there on the porch reveling in the freedom of her nudity made me want her more. The look in her eyes and smile on her face spoke volumes about her self-confidence this early morning. She had a look of a goddess standing on Olympia. As she turned way towards the ski run she boldly waved and shouted hello to a twenty something male rescue worker heading up the slop to his aid station. Not attempting to hide her body she allowed the man to drink in her naked body with a long quizzical stare as he struggled to answer back with a stammered good morning back to her.

As the man passed on, Wendy turned back to the door and gracefully walked back in with a wicked grin on her face wondering what was going through the ski patrol’s mind seeing her naked out in the snow.

I knew right then I was in trouble when she smiled at me and said it was my turn to perform a dare.

Wendy sat down on the hearth of the fireplace near the foot of the bed, dropped her robe down off her shoulders gathering below her butt and spread her legs apart revealing her bald sex box. As she leaned back propping herself with her arms behind her she said, “Now what I want you to do is come over here to the edge of the bed and stroke yourself off in front of me as I watch.”

Now it is no surprise that I enjoy seeing her touch herself whenever I can but it was not common for me to masturbate in front of her. Not wanting to be the one to spoil the game I followed her orders beşiktaş escort and slid down to the edge of the bed.

Since I normally wake up with morning wood and seeing her outside exposing herself to a total stranger, I was already hard as a rock.

Stroking lightly at first I started to comply with her dare. As I watched her face and observed the growing lust in her eyes my pace became harder and faster.

Wendy watched intently with great joy as I stroked my hard cock just three feet in front of her. She slowly dragged one hand across her stomach and up towards her breast. When her fingers reached her left breast she gently massaged her glorious globe enticing her nipples to stand out even more. As her fingers found their way to the button crowning her bosom, she rolled it between her thumb and index finger with firm steady oscillations.

A low moan came out from her throat giving me more encouragement to continue with the task in hand. My pace now was becoming more urgent as I witnessed her excitement with the happenings of the game.

Focusing on her as I stroked myself off I saw her other hand come up and trace a line down from her navel to the top of her pussy. Slowly she began rubbing her clit with small circles as she became more aroused. I was now reaching a dangerous point of pleasure and racing towards my own ejaculation.

Wendy saw that I was getting closer to cumming and told me that I was not allowed to cum until she said it was time.

Her fingers started sliding up and down the length of her bald flower. I could she her juices spreading over her lips as she prepared herself for penetration. With steadying movement she introduced one then two fingers into her wet pussy as she fucked herself there in front of me.

As my need for relief grew more intense Wendy increased her rhythm dipping her fingers in deeper and deeper with each thrust. We were both racing towards an orgasm as we watched each other masturbate in front of one another.

My hand was now flying up and down my shaft with blinding speed as Wendy pounded her pussy with one hand and aggressively tugged at her left nipple with the other.

Both of our breathing became ragged as we approached the moment of not return. As Wendy’s orgasm started she let out a grunt as her body gave away the fact that she had just reached a wave of erotic pleasure. I was ready to bust when she spoke up and informed me that it was my turn to release my own orgasm.

I was about to shoot my load out into to open air when she said, “Give me your seed right here.” as she pointed to her stomach.

Quickly I stood up and stepped in front of her and aimed my cock in her direction. The rush of orgasm hit me with a volcanic explosion as I released my load towards her. A ribbon of hot white fluid launched out of the end of my cock splashing across her stomach and thigh as my orgasm reached its apex.

Dropping to my knees in front of her I looked up and stared into her eyes with a smile from ear to ear.

Wendy sat there for a second looking down at the white creamy liquid running down her torso and said, ” I like this game we should keep playing it the rest of the day.”

After a long shower and casual groping we ate breakfast and went on about our day of fun and winter frolic. Our little game had taken a back seat for a while as we shopped and tried our hand at skiing.

Latter that day during lunch I revived our little game by daring her to eat a piece of sushi and she returned my dare by having me walk out of the restaurant with my fly open.

We went on the rest of the afternoon daring each other to goofy little things that would cause minor embarrassment to each other but made strangers stop and stare.

Around four o’clock we gathered near the middle of the ski run with a group of people to have a snowboarding lesson. As we listened to the instructor I got an evil idea and whispered into Wendy’s ear. “I dare you to let your ski pants drop to your knees as you start down the slope.” She looked at me with a scared but angered look in her eyes. “You can’t really mean that can you?” she stated. I smiled back and asked her if she was chicken and did she want to end our game right then and there.

She looked away for a minute not talking to me and ignored me for the next ten minutes as the instructor continued the lesson. Just before it was her turn to attempt snowboarding she turned and looked me in the eyes and said, “If I do this you will owe me a big one and if you don’t pay up it will cost you more than you could imagine!”

I nodded and she turned towards the tree line and fidgeted with her pants.

As Wendy started down slowly she squatted just like the instructor said to do and then her pants started to slip down. First I could see the t-shirt that was tucked into her pants then a faint line of skin. The further she went down the slope the further her pants slid down her legs until they were around her knees beşyol escort and her ass was hanging out in the open. All you could see was golden tanned cheeks and a thin line of blue up her crack from her thong.

With her pants down she lost control of the snowboard and fell over in the snow burying her ass deep in the cold snow. With great embarrassment she quickly tugged up her pants as everyone laughed and snapped pictures of her bare ass lying in the snow.

After everyone had made it down the hill and turned in their equipment Wendy received a lot of comments about her moon shot on the ski slope. I knew that I may have gone a little to far with the dare so I made sure she got her big one latter that night.

We cleaned up for dinner and had a somewhat quiet meal in the lounge at the lodge. Wendy leaned over to me and mentioned that she could tell people were talking about her and the incident on the ski slope. She was a little mad but remained a good sport about the whole thing. Just before the main course arrived I excused myself from the table and went to the front desk to make arrangement for the night. When I returned Wendy was sipping a glass of wine that was sent over to her from one of the guys in our group that witnessed her pants drop on the slope. She informed me that he sent it over to her thanking her for making the lesson worth wild.

We finished our diner and started the long walk back up to the cabin. It was dark and cold as the wind picked up and snow started to fall again. When we reached the door I asked her if she had a good day and if she forgave me for the little issue on the ski run. She gave me a halfhearted smile and said I owed her big time for that one.

As the door opened the warn glow of the fireplace filled the doorway as we walked in. There on the floor in front of us was a trail of angle white fuzzy feathers scattered across the floor.

The feathers lead to the bathroom were the Jacuzzi tub was filled with a warm bubble bath and candles surrounding the bathroom.

Wendy looked at me with a confused look, I informed her that I had instructed the staff to set the room up for her and had the bath drawn to give her a relaxing romantic evening.

As I slowly undressed her I kissed her neck and shoulders. Dropping down to my knees I continued the kisses on her stomach as I slip off her panties and bra.

Once all of her clothes were removed I helped her slip into the tub and told her to relax and soak for a while. I left the room for a moment and returned with a glass of Champagne and strawberries for her to enjoy as she lay in the tub.

Returning to the bathroom after fifteen minutes I helped her out of the tub. Grabbing the plush towel on the counter I dried her off with great care. I made sure to gently dab her all over paying extra special attention to her sensitive zones around her nipples, ass, and love box. As each location was dried off I placed soft moist kisses on them increasing the sensation for all of her erogenous zones.

Once Wendy was dry we walked out into the room were she saw more feathers on the floor leading to the bed. With a clean white sheet covering the bed along with more feathers, I placed her on the bed on her stomach and told her to just lie there and not make a sound until I returned.

I quickly returned to the bathroom and removed all of my clothes and made my way back to the fireplace. Earlier I had placed a bottle of massage oil next to the fireplace to warm it up.

As I walked up behind Wendy quietly, I poured a generous amount of oil in my hands. Starting with her feet I slowly massaged her body to relax and stimulate her. Working my way up her legs, I rubbed her calves and the back of her legs letting her melt into the feather covered bed. Her body felt soft and warm as my hands kneaded the tension from her legs and butt.

The pressure applied to her back elicited a low moan from her lips as she floated off into a relaxed state. Once I had worked her back and arms over thoroughly I asked her to roll over onto her back.

Now she was looking at me with a pleasant smile on her face as if she was in pure ecstasy. With the bottle in one hand I dripped more oil on her thighs and stomach preparing them for a sensual massage.

Rubbing up her thighs I made careful notice not to come in contact with her pussy. I didn’t want to jump right in to fast. As my hands moved to the ticklish area were her legs and abdomen meet I made sure not to touch her too lightly. My hands moved up to her stomach and ribs slowly circling her torso rubbing in the oil leaving her body glistening in the fire light.

With her entire body massaged and rubbed up properly I started to turn up the heat on the sensual foreplay that had been taking place. With a gentle nudge I parted Wendy’s legs enough to allow me access to her bald love nest. Oiling up my hand again I placed each one on the creases of her thighs just to the side of her pussy.

Working my thumbs beykent escort up and down along the crease I started to squeeze my thumbs together causing the outer folds of her slit to press against each other trapping her petals between them. As my thumbs gradually closed in on the entrance to her womanhood I made sure not to touch the delicate lips that protruded from her pussy.

Now with each rotation of my thumbs I pressed her folds tight against each other and then as my thumbs moved away I pulled them apart opening up her love canal allowing me to see the moisture building up deep inside her.

I could tell that this attention was starting to drive her crazy. Continuing to the point of no return I moved up slightly and repeated the same treatment to the area around her clit. With just a few strokes around her little button I witnessed her excitement reaching a new height. It looked as if her clit was throbbing with each heartbeat. Her little bulb started to become engorged with blood and peeked out from under its hood begging for sexual relief.

All the while as my hand worked their magic on Wendy’s lower region a steady stream of low moans and whispered request for sexual gratification came from her sensual mouth.

It took all of my restraint to ignore the pleas and stay on task. There was more to the foreplay than what had happened up until now.

With determination and iron will I pressed on with the next phase of the plan. I parted her legs wider to allow me to move in closer to her so I could reach her breast. Dripping more oil on each breast I caressed her globes in circular motions rubbing in the oil as my hands spiraled up to her nipples.

I was now so close to her body that my hard cock was firmly pressed up against her wet pussy. As my fingers started to lightly pinch each nipple I could fill each one respond until they were hard as marbles. Her nipples ached with desire screaming out to be stroked.

Rolling each one in unison her pleasure level hit its peak. Wendy started moaning louder with every twist and turn. Her body took over and she began thrusting her hips up and down rubbing her wet lips along the shaft of my rock hard member between her legs. The more I played with her nipples the longer and higher each stroke became.

With both our pleasures on my mind I turned up the temperature a little more. The first tug caused Wendy to open her eyes wide for the first time since she rolled over onto her back. Knowing what this would do to her I continued to tug each nipple lightly between my fingers bringing her to a boiling point.

Wendy couldn’t wait any longer, she lifted her hips slightly higher than she had in the passed and positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance of her hot wet love tunnel. With desired results the head of my member slipped into her pussy. Deliberately she lowered her hips forcing the length of my hard cock to slide deeper into her dripping wet sex.

Not giving in just yet I remained still as I repeated the tugging action on her pulsating nipples. With each pull of her nipples she lifted and lowered her hips fucking the hard rod that slipped in and out of her pussy. I continued to repeat the sensual onslaught on Wendy’s nipples forcing her to fuck herself on my cock not giving in to her wanton needs to be penetrated until she was to the point of almost losing control.

With a raspy plea for me to stop teasing and fuck the shit out of her, I gave in and began thrusting into her with steady strokes. Each push drove my cock deeper into her lifting her pleasure higher up the mountain of orgasmic desire.

Our rhythm became feverish as our bodies slammed together with a passion that shook the mountain outside. Wendy’s body stiffened as her first orgasm hit, her breathing stopped for a second as she tried to scream out without success.

I couldn’t hold out much longer as the tightness in my balls demanded release. As Wendy’s orgasm waned I erupted inside her coating her walls with my hot seed. Not wanting to stop just yet I took advantage of the firmness of my cock as I continued thrusting into her with a ferocity that forced her hips up off of the mattress each time I pushed foreword.

Without Wendy noticing I leaned down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth and racked my teeth across the hard button sending an electric charge through her body down to her core. The continued pounding of her pussy and the new sensation on her over charged breast launched Wendy into her second and more volatile orgasm of the night.

Wendy grasped the sheets of the bed in her fist, arched her back, and screamed out in ecstasy as the tidal wave of pure pleasure washed over her. Wendy’s juices exploded all over my cock and balls splashing against my thighs leaving a pool of wetness on the bed.

As we both collapsed from the excitement of our lovemaking I cuddled up next to her and softly caressed her body as convulsions from orgasmic relief left her unable to speak.

Once we both recovered from the incredible ride of lust and love I looked into her eyes and asked if that satisfied the big one I owed her from earlier. As she confirmed the paid in full status of her dare, I suggested we hope in the hot tub on the porch for a romantic moonlight soak before we float off to sleep.

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So I’d been chatting to this young girl online called Lucy. When I’m bored, or in the office, I occasionally go on this forum and I remember reading once about how this girl had mentioned that she was naturally big boobed, wearing a 28H bra but a size 6 jeans.

Information like that never slips out of my mind and it got locked away somewhere safe. I couldn’t deny that the thought of boobs that big on such a small frame excited me but it was just a fantasy element of a girl that was completely unobtainable.

Over the coming months, I’d comment on posts she’d make and vice versa but I always thought it simple banter that would come to nothing. After about four or five months she began to have problems with her boyfriend which she talked about on the forums. I offered a comforting ear, trying to make her feel more confident about herself and reminding her that she could do better.

We went from exchanging dialogue on the open forums to private messaging and although her impressive chest remained in my mind I found that as we communicated more, I began to like her personality. Although she was only 20, she seemed funny and switched on but lacking a little self confidence, especially with the run around she was getting from her BF. I was 20 years her senior and although felt a little bad about how it might be construed that I was grooming her, I enjoyed our dialogue.

She dumped him and we went from private messaging into the realm of texting. One Friday a couple of weeks later she asked if she could talk to me that evening and so I gave her a call. Her voice was soft and sweet and hesitant but I took the conversational lead and we had some good banter.

Chatting to Lucy was great and I began to fantasise about her young little body with those massive tits. How she could be feeling under appreciated or unconfident with such an amazing body was beyond me. Surely every guy that she came across in her daily life would be hitting on her? Surely she was aware of the power of her cleavage and that she could literally pick and choose who she wanted to talk to?

She confessed they got her plenty of attention when she was out and how she always got groped and mauled by guys in clubs, even to the point of simply expecting it. Yet she didn’t seem to accept that they were her ticket to catching the eye of the better quality eyes or the ice breaker to shoot for whichever guy she fancied.

Though I was offering advice and acting like a father figure, I didn’t want her to think I was completely asexual or put me into the dreaded friend zone. So after a week or two of chatting and texting, I just came out and texted her to say that I’d been thinking about kissing her and what it would be like to take her on a date.

She didn’t seem to be put off and admitted that the thought had crossed her mind as well. My heart, and loins, were literally skipping and although I didn’t want to come across that I was only after one thing, I was determined to see her and try to show her the kind of good time that previous men in her life hadn’t.

She’d never been taken on a date and she’d never been whined and dined. So we agreed to meet up and I drove halfway up the country to meet her in a public place so that she felt comfortable. We got on really well and although I was worried that she would think I was too old and find the idea of touching me weird and repellent, she seemed surprisingly tactile once we’d got over the initial embarrassment.

I was delighted with what I saw. She was short with long brunette hair, a deliciously cute face and the most amazing pair of boobs that I had seen, well imagined that is. She was wearing some jeans and a simple black top but there was no hiding how big they were. They stuck directly out from her chest, standing proud from her flat frame and the bra had to be working incredibly hard.

When we’d met I’d gone for a simple peck on the cheek and whilst having our drinks later had done everything I could not to keep staring at her body that seemed to be making my cheeks permanently glow. I made her laugh on many occasions and whenever I did they would wobble with a gravity that was the most erotic, cock hardening thing I’d seen for many years.

I was smitten with the girl but desperate to play it cool. Although I really liked her personality and youthful zest, I feared that she would see right through me that all I wanted was to get hold of her tits and nothing more. To be honest the physical attraction to her body was mind bending but engaging with her character made the intoxication even more heady.

She had to get back and we walked back to her car. I thought the date had gone well but when you truly want someone, you can be blinded to the reality of a situation and just look for the negative as you don’t imagine your dreams could actually happen.

We got to her car and I made some jumbled conversation. I don’t know if she could see the blushing in my cheeks but my heart beat faster when I noticed it in hers and without thinking it through bahçeşehir escort and in the middle of a sentence, I leaned in and kissed her.

Oh god it was delicious. Her lips were soft and warm and after a second of hesitancy, she opened her mouth to welcome in my tongue. I wasn’t rough or abrasive but my lips locked with hers and our tongues gently explored each others.

She tipped her head back and I felt the edges of her hair on my hands as they circled her back. I leaned my body into hers and could feel the weight of her breasts being crushed into my chest. Christ, they felt fantastic, heavy and firm and I desperately tried to not think about how they’d taste and how they’d feel being kneaded between my fingers.

I had a raging hard-on that was dribbling pre-cum like a leaky tap and although I wanted to grind it right into her, I stopped short of doing this so as not to alarm her. I brought my hand up to cup her face and feel the softness of her skin and I heard a small moan escape from her.

I didn’t want to but I pulled away and looked at her. Her cheeks were burning with colour and when her eyes eventually opened her pupils were wide and her green Iris’s sparkling.

I muttered a ‘wow’ which she heard and she nervously swept her hair aside. Struggling to re-find my voice, I asked if she would be okay and to text me when she got home safely. I wanted so bad to kiss her again but hoping that it had been a big as deal as it had for me, I thought it wise to leave it with just the one.

I knew I wanted to spend some proper time with her and get her to come down to my new flat, so I hoped that a little taster would be enough.

So we talked and texted for a couple of weeks and I suggested she head down to stay at my place. I was desperate to see her again but was conscious of the need to stay a little aloof and not come across as desperate and needy. I was the older party and I knew that I needed to play that as an advantage rather than reveal my desperation to put my hands on the body of such a younger woman.

I said how we could go for a meal at a lovely Italian I knew just a short walk from mine. My heart was in my mouth when I suggested it via text and it seemed to take an age before she came back with a ‘Luv 2 x’.

So the following Saturday arrived and she came down on the train. The flat has been polished and cleaned to the nth degree and was looking awesome. I was very aware of the age gap and the accusations ran in my mind of being a ‘dirty old man’ but hell I wasn’t dead and her was a young attractive woman that wanted to see me. Should I really turn it down for some outdated sense of honour?

Pushing those issues aside I drove to the station and waited on the platform for her train to arrive. I saw her get off and make her way to me with a small case on rollers behind her. She was wearing a coat but her face was ablaze with a smile and her hair smelled so fresh and clean when she embraced me with a hello.

I felt her body against mine and felt a surge of blood to the groin area. I pulled away to look at her and without really thinking leaned in for a kiss. She responded with a deliciously warm kiss that seemed to convey the fact that we hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks and that she genuinely wanted to be here.

We made nice chit chat on the way back to mine and thankfully she was suitably impressed with the flat. I work hard and the top floor flat was filled with nice things, so I had hoped that she would respond favourably to it.

I was conscious that I wanted to make her feel safe and secure and hence placed her case in my room and said that I would sleep in the spare room. We had a glass of wine and chatted until it was time to get ready.

We both showered and changed and when she stepped out of the bedroom in a simple black clinging dress, she looked utterly amazing. Her hair was up and the neckline on the dress was down. Her body was tanned like the colour of light chocolate and a necklace nestled at the top of her cleavage where I so desperately wanted my face to be.

There was a sharp intake of breath when I saw her and I stumbled out a

“Wow, you look amazing”.

She blushed and did the thing that girls do when they put their hands up to their body and twist their body at the hips.

“Really?” she asked

“God yes, without a doubt”.

Trying to calm the colour that I could feel pouring into my face due to my immense arousal, I got together the final bits and we left the flat to head round to the Italian restaurant in the village. As I walked down the steps behind her, her sweet smelling perfume enveloped me and I couldn’t resist looking at all of her body moving beneath the fabric of the dress.

The food was good and we laughed and joked about films and music and general observations. We sunk a couple of bottles of wine and could feel the tactile barriers coming down as our fingers first brushed each other on the table and then simply bakırköy escort held each others hand.

I was enjoying the evening and was aware of every mans eyes feasting on her amazing figure every time they walked past. Her breasts really did reach out over the plate and it was astonishing that she didn’t get any food down her cleavage.

After a couple of hours and a couple of final shots of Baileys, we decided to pay the bill and walk back to the flat. The evening had turned a little chilly meaning that as well as the cold air adding an accelerator to the alcohol in our brains it gave me the opportunity to put my arm around her shoulder to pull her in close to keep her warm.

She nuzzled in closer, pressing her womanly curves further into my side and it was all I could do to walk in a straight line as my cock swelled with blood. I kissed her head as we walked and wondered if she was feeling the same way I was.

I was desperate to get in and rip the clothes from her body. Her figure was everything I have ever dreamed of and fantasised about in a woman and here she was walking back to my flat, content with some good food and a head delightfully tripping with the pleasures of alcohol.

We got into the communal areas and as she walked up the stairs, I braved a little pat on her fabulous little bottom. She let out a little squeal and turned back with a smile that if it didn’t give me a full green light, certainly gave me a flashing amber. I squeezed alongside as I struggled to get the key in the door and after removing our shoes, went into the bedroom to turn on the bedside lights.

I turned to see her standing in the doorway looking at me. The cold air had made her nipples hard which seemed to turn her large breasts into something even more defined as an object of sexual pleasure. The back of my throat went dry and my pulse quickened as I realised that this was the moment.

I walked over and taking her hand pulled her over to the foot of the bed, next to the wardrobes. Her big eyes looked at me as I deliberately stepped back and looked her up and down. I was no longer going to hide it and drank in the amazing curves that I been dreaming about for so long.

With seemingly every pint of blood racing towards my groin, I stepped forward slid a hand around her face to cup the back of her neck and leaned down to gently brush my lips against hers. Her lips were soft and sweet tasting and as they slowly opened, mine mirrored the movement. My tongue delicately licked her lips before entering her mouth.

My hand slid down her small back to a pert little bottom and I pulled her into me as my kisses became more passionate. I could feel once again the weight of her breasts pressing against me and could even feel the outline of her bra. Pulling back from the kiss, I pushed her back so she was leaning against the wardrobe.

Resting my hands on her shoulder, I slowly pulled them down and ran them over her chest. Christ, it was incredible. They were firm but so large and so underwear strainingly sexy. I squeezed my fingers into them and then squashed them together, which pushed her cleavage practically onto her chin.

She let out a little moan and I continued kneading them with my hands. I could feel pre cum trickling down my leg and realised that I had to feel them, had to taste them. With one quick movement, my hands entered the front of her dress, pulled up to the shoulders and then slid the material down her arms. Her lacy black bra struggled to hold in her boobs as her chest rose and fell with anticipation.

Dropping to my knees, I continued to pull her dress and knickers down to the floor so that she stood before me in nothing but hold up tights and a straining black 28H bra. God, what a sight.

“Your body is just amazing Lucy”

As I stood up I brought my hands up her legs, over her hips, into her waist, over her breasts and onto her shoulders. I turned her round and whilst I gently teased her neck with my tongue, unclipped the bra strap. You could feel the pressure come off the fabric and I swept the straps from her shoulders.

I’d waited and dreamt of this moment for so long and could taste the sweet excitement in my mouth, in my thumping heart and in my twitching groin. I quickly removed all of my clothes whilst she remained facing the wardrobe.

I then stepped behind her and pulled her back into me. My cock was ridiculously hard and dribbling pre cum everywhere. I was so turned on that I was beyond caring and felt the base of my shaft slot into the cleft of her buttocks, whilst the tip traced a path of pre cum around the small of her back.

Her skin seemed faultless and deliriously soft, like you could feel her newness, her youth. Whilst my mouth nuzzled up her neck to her ears, my hands slowly slid from her shoulders and down onto her breasts. They were huge and firm but hadn’t yet been affected by gravity. Each boob was too big to fully hold in my hand so I continued to move them around, feeling başakşehir escort the weight, the firmness.

Her nipples were solid as my fingertips brushed over them and she let out another moan as the pressure and intensity of my squeezing manipulation continued. Her back arched slightly and a small hand moved round to take hold of the sticky mess that was my penis.

I could have exploded in her hand right there but struggled to maintain my composure as she wrapped her fingers around the solid shaft and start to roll it up and down.

I croaked an ‘oh my god’ and pushed one hand further down her body to her welcoming mound. She was smooth and incredibly wet and my fingers slipped in almost by accident. As they explored her lips, her body began to twitch making my other hand struggle as it continued to knead her fabulous breasts.

I forcibly spun her back round, slapping my chest with her boobs as I did and kissed her with all the intensity of a man that was fulfilling his sexual nirvana. Her hands raced through my hair and we both moaned as our tongues became even more feverish in the need to taste the other.

I dropped again to my knees and squeezing a breast studied a beckoning nipple. It was so hard and erect and so perfectly placed within a generous mound of breast flesh. My hot mouth devoured it, licking and sucking it whilst she struggled to remain standing, her knees trying to buckle beneath her. I moved my mouth between each nipple, savouring the moment and driving her wild as I did.

There were so many things I wanted to do, such a long time that I wanted to work her over but I was desperate to be inside her and my probing fingers could tell from her wetness that she felt the same. Standing up again, I spun her around me and threw her onto the bed.

As she landed, her body moved and her large breasts wobbled that just screamed that she needed to be dominated. As she looked up at me, her young body bathed in the light from the bedside lamps, she moaned ‘please’ and stretched out an arm.

I felt like a god. My cock was so hard and straining so much that I thought it might just pop. I was 40 years old, having to contend with wearing slippers and believing I was past it yet here was a young woman, only just 20 with a body that I’d only ever dreamed of seeing, let alone fucking. A girl that had the kind of body that you could trawl the internet for hours looking for and she wanted me to destroy her.

Surely I was way too old, too past it yet with the testosterone coursing through me I felt like a Roman emperor that had nubile wenches clamouring on my very beck and call.

I got on the bed above her and started working her huge tits again my mouth and hands. Planting my feet on the bar at the bottom of the bed, I positioned my engorged penis on the lips of her vagina. She was just so wet and so desperate that her fingers were trying to pull me into her.

As I finished sucking a nipple with an audible pop, I looked fully into her eyes and slowly slid my full length into her. Her eyes rolled and her back arched up as I pushed deeper still using the full leverage and ensuring that there wasn’t a sliver between us.

I couldn’t have been any deeper inside her and the tightness in which she enveloped me was intoxicating. I pulled out until just the tip was over the threshold and then slid back in again right up to the hilt.

She let out a scream and her arms shot up to reach the bars of the headboard. Feeling the fabulous friction, I started pounding away with every thrust pushing me a millimetre further inside her. She moaned and gasped, her head moving from side to side as I continued the action whilst a free hand desperately tried to hold and control her breasts.

I rolled her round so that she was on top and that I could gaze on her astonishing body. My cock felt hyper extended within her, meaning that she only had to make the slightest of movement to send waves of pleasure through our bodies. My hands greedily squeezed and teased her breasts and nipples.

I couldn’t get over their fabulous gravity defying shape and weight. Our bodies started to glisten from the heat and exertion and the light playing across her figure, made it look like some kind of 3D hentai character that Umemaro might create. Her hands moved up into her hair yet her boobs still remained large and welcoming. My breath was coming fast and her moans increasing in their pitch.

She was on the pill but I couldn’t have cared to be honest. The world could have ended the next day because all I knew was that I wanted to fill her up. I was going to pump so much into her and she was going to take it.

As she started to move her hips in a circular motion, I could feel that it was almost time. Her moaning had evolved into panting and I could sense that she was building to a climax. She carried on going delivering fireworks of ecstasy that were going off all over my body.

I could feel my legs begin to tremble and a light headedness overcome me. I gripped her hips and tried to push every last millimetre of myself into her whilst I felt the tidal wave fast approaching my shore. She gasped and threw her hands up as her body trembled uncontrollably. I could feel even more wetness upon me and felt her vaginal muscles opening and closing around my swollen cock.

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“What you two tall Gringos doing down here?” a tall slim Latina beauty, dressed loudly in the lilac dresses the bride’s maids were forced to wear, and not looking comfortable doing it, greeted the Harris brothers when they walked to the backyard. She sounded very Barrio.

“Cut it out, Contessa,” Marcus, the bridegroom smirked.

The Harris brothers: Reginald (“call me Reggie”), tall, long red hair and beard, and Nigel, beardless, immaculately short cut light brown hair, also tall, could see the similarities between their old friend and the caustic Chicana, though the woman was darker. Marcus’s father was Scotch/Irish. The heritage of the woman exclusively south of the border.

The brothers also looked related despite their differences in hair style and color. And their characters perhaps reflected in the hair. Reggie boisterous. Nigel more quiet and sly. And yet both would be welcomed at any party. Both being garrulous and charming.

“Contessa?” Reggie remarked.

“Because she think she is,” said Marcus.

“Fuck you cousin,” she said rudely yet tongue in cheek and without the tough Barrio accent. “Connie,” she smiled up at the brothers, lifting her hand to shake. “For Consuela.”

After the brothers introduced themselves and shook hands, an amused if shy blonde woman, much plainer than the woman she hid behind, but even the ugly lilac dress managed to suggest her voluptuousness, stepped forward. “Marcy. Trish’s best friend.” Trish was the bride.

“Speaking of Trish,” said Marcus, and left the four.

“I’m your best friend now,” said Connie. The two ladies giggled. Neither brother understood the humor and must have shown their confusion. “Long story,” Connie shrugged. “Now that Marcus has decided you two are safe with me, perhaps you’d like to catch up? Tequila shots?”

“Show us the way,” Reggie grinned.

She surprised them again, heading out the gate and to the street of lower middle class little houses. East LA. Half a block down, they stopped at a cherry red Camaro deuce coupe. She unlocked the passenger side door, pushed the seatback away and grabbed a paper bag with a bottle inside. “Mescal,” she told them, handing it to Reggie, who took a swig.

“That’s okay,” said Nigel.

“Go ahead, little brother. A swallow won’t hurt.”

“I’m driving.”

“One swig.”

Nigel shrugged and took a swig, handing it off to Marcy, who took a longer one, as did Connie.

“I got to change out of this ugly ass dress,” Connie muttered, moving to the trunk and opening it.

“Grab my bag too?” Marcy asked.

“I’m not going to have another picture in this ugly ass dress.”

“Me either,” Marcy giggled.

“Come on, you two” Connie said. “You must be starved.”

“I could eat something,” Nigel said.

“I could use a beer,” said Reggie before swigging again.

“Take it with us,” said Connie.

“Sure.”

The two ladies dragged small cases on wheels behind them. The brothers followed them to a second, less occupied house. The owners of the two houses related. “Give us a minute,” Connie said. “Or go ahead. You’re hard to miss.”

“See you in a minute.”

“Or so,” Connie laughed. She grabbed the bottle before pulling Marcy into a bedroom, winking at Reggie before shutting the door.

“She likes you,” Nigel said.

“And Marcy likes you,” Reggie smirked.

“She’s okay.”

“You check out her body?”

“Okay. I’m fine with second choice.”

“The Contessa would eat you up and spit you out.”

“She’s definitely intense,” Nigel agreed. “And nothing like Lainey.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Sorry. It’s weird not having her here with you.”

“Well, she did kick me out of our apartment. I think Wayne was ready to kick me out of his I was moping so much. Even his primo hash buds didn’t cheer me up.”

“You going back to Barcelona after this?”

“After we visit with Mom and Grandma in San Diego. It’s a round trip ticket.”

“You’re hoping to reconcile with Lainey?”

“I’ll probably have to find a job first. Being on the dole got old for her. Me too to tell you the truth. Fucking great!” he smiled, heading to a table laden with Taco fixings and tamales. “You always have to go through all those toasts and whatever before you eat. This is how to have a reception.” He grabbed a plate and plopped a tamale on it. Nigel did the same. A metal tub had Dos Equis and Bohemia. Reggie grabbed the former. Nigel found an orange Fanta.

“Wuss.”

“I’m driving,” Nigel reminded his brother.

They settled on a temporary table. Four seats. They looked at a longer table, filled with families of the bride and groom. The groom mostly. His maternal side mostly. In front of it, a small table held a four tiered cake. Both newlyweds looked around, standing near it. Marcus spotted the brothers and rushed over. “Seen the Contessa?”

“Changing,” Reggie gestured towards the second house. “Sounds like it may take a few minutes.”

“Shit. And Marcy’s still with her?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll see if Trish wants to check on them.”

“Or ataşehir escort you can just cut the cake.”

“I know, but…” Marcus shrugged and returned to his bride. The tall, pretty blonde shook her head and muttered something and dashed off to the neighbor house. Her bridal dress with the full skirt looked amusing in her rush. As did her obviously bare feet.

But Marcus holding the bridal bouquet uncomfortably was what made Reggie laugh. “I have a feeling the Contessa won’t be catching that, if that’s the problem,” he said.

“And we won’t be catching the garter,” Nigel added.

“Nope.”

It probably took longer than the wedding party wished before the bride, with her two bridesmaids in tow finally emerged. She looked flushed and calmer. Mescal, Nigel figured. The ladies they just met looked much better and more comfortable in summery cotton dresses. Connie looked almost elegant in her burnt orange number, and Marcy looked cute in pastel blue. The dresses also conformed well to their bodies. More curves than expected from Connie, but Marcy confirmed her voluptuous body. Brick shit house came to Nigel’s mind.

Bridesmaids and other young ladies gathered in a group to receive the toss. As predicted, Connie avoided catching it. Marcy didn’t. She caught it. And blushed. Connie punched her lightly and muttered something. Marcy bowed her head.

Both Nigel and Reggie avoided catching the garter. Another cousin of Marcus’s caught it. His girlfriend kissed him, and everyone laughed.

After the cake cutting and the messy offering to each other, people settled down. Champagne was poured and the best man, also a friend of Reggie’s, though less of Nigel’s than Marcus had been, made a hilarious speech. A much more sober and moving one from the groom’s father. Toasts were made. A couple of the older Chicana women, grandmother and great aunt Nigel figured, handed the bride and groom each a Styrofoam to go box. The newlyweds made the rounds, thanking people.

“Sorry I couldn’t hang out with you guys,” Marcus said to the brothers.

“Happy to see you happily married,” said Reggie.

“At least for a day,” Nigel smirked.

“Fuck you, asshole,” Marcus laughed.

“It’s all downhill. I hope you got a prenup.”

“She’d be the one needing it from me. Her family’s fucking rich.”

“So it wasn’t her pretty face.”

Marcus laughed again, along with Reggie, before he wandered off to the next person.

“It’s amazing the bride’s family came to the Barrio for this,” said Reggie.

“The limo’s for them. To make their escape.”

“Probably.”

“Great minds,” said Connie, tapping Reggie’s bottle of Dos Equis with hers. She also had a tamale on her plate, as did Marcy. But Marcy chose Sprite.

“Had enough alcohol too?” Nigel asked her.

“Who said,” she snickered, revealing a plastic cup. Pouring a couple fingers or four of the Mescal, she drowned it in the soda.

“I need another beer,” said Reggie. “Want me to get another for you?”

“Thanks,” said Connie with a smile.

When he returned with two bottle in one hand and a basket of fresh made tortilla chips and a cup of guacamole set in it, he settled into his seat. “Anyone got a joint?”

“I do,” said Connie. “But not here. Too many ‘rents.”

“Your parents here?” Nigel asked.

“The tall proud one chatting up the rich as shit in-laws. The sad one beside him is my mother.”

“A handsome couple,” Reggie said.

“I suppose. My dad’s a teatotaller. On the wagon. My mom’s a tippler. I don’t even know if my dad realizes it. But it takes it’s toll I think. She’s gotten heavy and her face is showing…changes. The teatotalling will probably keep my dad proud and handsome. Asshole.”

“You don’t get along?” Nigel said the obvious.

“It’s just sad. Let’s eat up and skedaddle.”

“Any place you want to skedaddle too?” Reggie asked.

The ladies looked at each other.

“Mexico,” said Marcy.

“We planned to head to Tijuana tomorrow,” Connie explained, “but with two strong Gringos, why not tonight?”

“Hasn’t it got dangerous?” Nigel said. “My uncle told me stories of going down there. Betting on Jai Lai. Fifty cent beers. I wanted to go, but he hasn’t gone in years.”

“That’s why we need you Gringos,” Connie smirked.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re such a wuss, brother.”

“Please?” said Marcy.

“Maybe we can do something else. Go to a club or something.”

“Such a chicken,” Reggie muttered.

“I’m not a chicken.”

“I can see your feathers. You can’t hide your feathers.”

“Damn it. I’m not chicken. You’re just doing it again.”

“What am I doing?”

“When you and Marcus and Billy would band together. Lure me along on your misadventures. Make fun of the little brother getting drunk or stoned for the first time and laughing your heads off. Getting me nearly killed a time or too. Or getting nearly caught. It’s how it starts. Calling me chicken.”

“And you didn’t have fun? Hanging with the older guys. The fun guys.”

“Well…”

“Let’s avcılar escort just go,” said Connie. “We can figure things out in the car.”

“I’m driving,” said Nigel.

“Of course you are, little brother,” Reggie laughed.

“Let us get our bags,” said Connie.

“And your stash?” Reggie suggested.

“Of course.”

“Another thing to worry about,” Reggie sighed. “Crossing the border smelling like marijuana.”

“I don’t think they’ll care crossing over,” said Connie. “It’s coming back you need to worry about.”

“Great.”

They laughed.

The seating was obvious, even with Marcy’s short legs. She sat up front with Nigel, and Connie and Reggie shared the back seat. Marcy’s legs did help give Reggie more room, since she could move her seat up. Even if Reggie wouldn’t have minded bumping knees with the gorgeous, sexy and daring Chicana beside him.

“Good shit,” said Reggie, a little choked but not coughing. Reggie was a connoisseur of marijuana. He even chose Amsterdam to live because of it, where he met his longtime girlfriend and eventually moved with her to Barcelona, the nearest city to the small town in which she had been brought up.

Connie just had a one-hitter, which Reggie decided wasn’t practical for Nigel. So he offered to roll it. Rolling his own cigarettes, he always had some papers. It was a thick immaculate joint, impressing Connie.

Besides getting high, Reggie realized it had another benefit. Nigel relaxed. And got funnier. Impressing Marcy. He had everyone in stitches as they headed south. “At least go in that direction,” Reggie insisted.

“We can do something in San Diego,” Nigel decided. “I know some cool clubs in San Diego.”

“Chicken,” Reggie muttered.

“Nice ride Nigel,” said Connie.

A Lexus Nigel had bought a couple months before.

“My brother the entrepreneur. Tell them about it.”

“I was working a summer intern job,” Nigel started, “between graduating college and going on to graduate school.”

“What did you study?” Marcy asked.

“Engineering. My uncle, who’s been my mentor, does software and hardware for Hughes aircraft. Designing simulators to test missiles. I wanted a more…constructive career I guess. Having to do with the medical side of things. The internship was mostly data entry, putting medical data from a couple of testing sites into a program that would analyze and graph the results. It seemed too superficial. Too narrow. Just local information, and rudimentary graphics. I thought if I could expand the data, feeding in from all over the country, and made the graphics more elaborate, color for instance, which, with the use of staining as well as the actual discoloration of tissue, could create a much more thorough database and much more substantial analysis.

“So I spent my time while not studying at graduate school creating the code, the algorithm to make it work, as well as designing a console to import information and export results, and then, once it got tested and worked, demonstrating it to various research facilities and pharmaceutical laboratories. Building as large amount of subscriptions as possible, not only for the money, but also to broaden the database. The most important aspect for those who subscribe is the researchers able to find a specific pool of people with the sort of medical problems in which the research laboratories can focus.”

“Specific people?” Marcy asked. “Isn’t there a problem with privacy?”

Nigel smiled at her. “Great question. It’s all coded. No names. Each person is assigned a code number. Part of the number comes from the sources. Where the person was originally tested. And that source basically is the only place in which the person is known and can be contacted.”

“Sounds like a lucrative niche,” said Connie.

“The entrepreneur’s greatest hope,” Reggie grinned.

“Well done,” said Marcy.

“Thanks.”

The brothers charmed their new lady friends. Nigel’s funny bits, and Reggie telling stories about his friends in Amsterdam and his life in Barcelona.

“Shut up and let them talk, Brother,” Nigel finally said.

“That’s okay,” said Marcy. “My life isn’t nearly as interesting.”

“Are you from around here?” Nigel asked.

“Born and bred in the valley. Orange County.”

Behind them they heard the two talking Spanish, so conversations became split.

“How do you know the bride?” Nigel asked.

“We grew up together.”

“Sounds like her family has money.”

“They didn’t always. Or her maternal grandfather did, and her father had to prove himself, which he did.”

“What sort of company?”

“Construction. Her father really did start at the bottom, which didn’t impress the grandfather. But he was ambitious enough to seduce the owner’s daughter and then went from there. The grandfather supported them enough to buy his daughter the house next to mine.”

“And your family?”

“My dad’s a dentist. My mom was the receptionist at the first place he worked. Where they met. She became avrupa yakası escort his assistant until my brothers and I arrived. She actually does the books for my father and his partners.”

“I’m just wondering when you’re friend’s family got rich…”

“She was a sophomore when they moved to a much tonier neighborhood and she went to a private school. But we kept in touch as much as we could. It helped that we both got cars when we turned sixteen, though hers was a lot nicer than mine, a new convertible, while I got a hand me down from my father. Hers came first, and she came by to show it off, and didn’t come by after. When I got mine, I would drive to her place. Met her new friends. Most of them I thought were a bit too full of themselves. But her boyfriend was cool. And his friend. Double dating helped us sustain our relationships. My dad’s old Toyota proved the better make out car. I’d sleep over at her place, but a lot of times we spent evenings at my boyfriend’s place. His folks liked cocktail parties. They even left him home for a long weekend, and I slept with a boy for the first time. My best friend next door in his older brother’s room with her boyfriend.

“It got a bit rocky when she broke up with her boyfriend. She became a third wheel. Was I there to visit her or my boyfriend? He nudged it the wrong way, if he wanted to sustain our relationship. First insisting I should ignore my best friend. Then when I told him that wasn’t what I wanted, he suggested a threesome. And I don’t know if I was completely against that. Not that Trish and I ever experimented or anything. But it almost made sense. Except I got the feeling it might have been on his mind for a while. That he hoped I’d say yes, and would end up with her. Because they lived in the same neighborhood. I’m sure every boy has a fantasy. Being with two girls. And for a moment, like I said, I thought about it. But then the doubts came. Looking back on things. Noticing his glances at her in retrospect. Again, being a boy, and Trish is definitely better looking than me, it wasn’t unexpected. But those glances tended to linger. And never went away, no matter how close we were supposed to be. Or it maybe my own doubts or jealousy amplified his gazes. Whatever. I broke up with him after his suggestion. He played it like he didn’t really mean it, and I told him I just wanted to be with my best friend. He suggested I’d rather fuck her than him, and I told him to fuck himself, since I was no longer available. And that was that.”

“Did you ever tell Trish?”

“Not then, no. Later, in college, something similar happened. A boy I was with met Trish, and…”

“You two went to college together?”

“We shared a duplex. Her father buying the property. We went to different schools. San Jose State for me. Stanford for her.”

“So near Silicon Valley.”

“Where she met Marcus. Yes.”

Nigel laughed. “Did you hear that Reggie? ‘Let’s Party’ Marcus married a Stanford girl.”

“Hunh?” his brother replied dumbly.

Nigel angled his head so he could see him in the mirror. A goofy smile. Nigel couldn’t see Connie.

“Oh shit,” said Marcy, looking directly at the back seat.

“Is she doing what I think she is?” Nigel asked.

“Probably,” Marcy giggled. “And it isn’t one sided.”

“No?”

“My new friend’s got nice tits.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“I bet you got nicer ones,” said Connie.

“I’ll have to take your word for that too.” Nigel said.

“I don’t.” Reggie moaned.

“I’m not quite wasted enough for that,” Marcy blushed.

“No more booze, but I still got pot and my one hitter,” said Connie.

“No talking with your mouth full,” Reggie said.

“But…” Connie stopped, giggled and went silent. Except Nigel could swear he heard slurping noises.

“What the hell,” said Marcy, opening the front of her dress and then her bra. Front clasp. Since she was facing the back seat, her knees on the front passenger seat, Nigel’s glance only caught a side view. But it was enough. Full and resilient. Smallish nipples. Pinkish brown areola, about the size of quarter.

“Nice,” said Reggie.

Untranslatable noises came from Connie. But Reggie figured the translation. “Apples and oranges, Contessa. Or maybe grapefruit and plums,” he chuckled.

More sounds. Then silence. Or slurping.

“Oh shit,” said Marcy.

“What?” Nigel asked.

“Connie came prepared.”

Nigel saw his brother’s head lower and disappear. After a much more feminine moan, he saw feet. Smaller, female feet. One ended up resting against his head rest. Both masculine and feminine moans, muffled. Kissing.

Marcy wasn’t the only voyeur. Nigel watched her lift her dress and push fingers past her panties. A couple minutes of rubbing and she took his hand. “Here,” she murmured. “Feel,” and his fingers went where hers had been, feeling abundant wetness and heat. “Just a second,” she muttered and faced front, removing the panties. He braved weighing her amazing breasts before she turned around again and placed his hand back where it was. She worked her nipples, making them taut and a tad longer. His hardness pressed against the crotch of his slacks, but he had no way to relieve the pressure.

Things got noisier in the back seat. “Oh yes!” Connie gasped over and over, the words going higher and higher. “Oh fuck!” she finally keened.

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“Bring it on,” I told her.

She’d been flirting with me for weeks and I was finally calling her bluff. Those sparkling eyes of hers — they cut right through me. I’d mostly seen her for only moments at a time as she flit through the restaurant — patrons trailing behind her like the caboose to her locomotive. She’d seat them, pass out the menus and wink at the men as she walked away.

Oh — she was cunning all right — no man was off limits in her book. She just had an air about her — it wasn’t so much her looks as her attitude. She was average height — probably around 5′ 6″ and wore her long hair pulled back in a clip. She had beautiful bedroom eyes — her best feature. They were dark and bold — smoky almost. The little crook in her nose gave her face great character and the tiny lines forming around her eyes told of many days she found something to smile about.

“You don’t think I’ll take you up on that do you?” She asked.

“Bring it on baby — and No, I don’t think you will.”

All of a sudden she reaches out, grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me to her. She gets right in my face — I can smell her perfume and I can see the fire in her eyes. Not the kind of fire like when she’s really ticked off — but the kind of fire that burns — long and slow that starts way deep inside and works its way to the surface in a rush of lusty heat.

“You. Are. On.” She whispers and the next thing I know she’s taken both my wrists and whips them behind her back planting my hands firmly on her tight little ass. I tell you, that was a nice handful and as I started to squeeze she threaded her arms through mine and wrapped me up like a birthday present. Before I knew it (and mind you this all happened so fast) her tongue was in my mouth and I swear she gave me one of those winks before she closes her eyes for the kiss. And Oh My God — we’re standing there — my hands kneading her ass — our tongues doing this sensual little dance and she starts massaging my back with her fists. Between you and me — it was the most amazing sensation. Oh, and did I even tell you what she was wearing? It was this little black skirt that just flowed around her legs to barely below her knees — and No Panties!

To say the least, I was a bit mesmerized. She finally broke the spell when she pulled her tongue back into her own mouth — I hadn’t realized how she had taken my breath away with that kiss. When she pulled back I think I heard a suction pop. Maybe it was just me holding my breath I don’t know. She was kind of in charge at that moment so I wasn’t questioning anything.

“Come on inside,” she offered — let’s talk about this. She took me by the hand and led me through the door.

I stepped through the threshold behind her – it was her apartment all right. She flipped the light switch and it not only dimly illuminated the room but also turned on the stereo – some bluesy tune with a sax. It made me wonder how many times she brought a stranger home to this very set up. Or was it just the way she was – a sensual woman who kept her place as she kept herself.

“Make yourself at home,” she invited as she led me to the couch. “Bar is over there, why don’t you make us a couple of drinks while I go change into something more comfortable. And I want you to know…I haven’t had a man in this apartment in about 2 years. You caught me off-guard, I like that.” She must have been reading my mind.

I wondered how much more comfortable she could get – skirt, no panties, what more did a guy need? I walked over to the bar as she closed what I assumed was her bedroom door. I found some candles in the drawer while looking for the spoon and put atakent escort a couple on the bar top as well as the coffee table. The room was ripe for love. I brought the cocktails to the table, made myself comfortable, and waited…

And waited…I got to wondering what the hell she was doing in there. Seemed like forever although it was only a few minutes. My head was swirling with thoughts…was she trying to decide what sexy nightgown to put on (that was going to be ripped off pretty quickly anyway so that didn’t matter) and then I got to thinking about what her nightgown drawer must have in it. Long ones, short ones, flannel, silk, split up the leg, down the back or if I was lucky – split down the middle? I never thought about those things before but her keeping me waiting was doing a number. Not to mention these thoughts were making my cock jump.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked through the door. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d gone out the back,” I answered. A chuckle from the other side. “Good” she said. “Always keep ’em guessing – that’s my motto! I’m still here – hey, light a couple of candles, they’re in the drawer in the bar. Are you getting hard yet or are you waiting for me?”

Je-sus – does this woman have some kind of 6th sense? It’s like she was reading my mind right along. It was eerie – but very cool. All this time I wondered if she really had it in her or if she was just a big tease and pretended. I was beginning to believe…

“Are you coming out of there soon or am I going to have to come in there and get you?” “I’ll be right out – just one more thing and I’ll be done.” I could hear opening and closing drawers in there. I took another swig of my gin – set the glass on the table and looked up. Oh My Fucking Word – the door was open and there she stood. You would not believe what she was wearing. A silky nightgown? No. But oh yes, she was dressed.

Get this – she stood there – the light behind her was just so that she was kind of standing in a spotlight. Maybe it was my own eyesight focused on the vision in the doorway. On top, she was wearing what I think is called a bustier – a leather one at that. There were ties that criss-crossed up the center and her gorgeous 36-inch breasts spilled out over the top. It was tight around her torso and the ties were in a neat little bow at the top. The leather thong below covered only the minimum of skin but over that she had on a garter belt that held up the sexiest pair of fishnets. How about four inch spiked heels that I saw as I looked her over and over from head to toe for the third time in just seconds. Her hands had on a pair of gloves but they didn’t cover her fingers – only her hands, and halfway up her arms. She had a collar around her neck that had silver chains hanging down between her breasts and matching bands around her upper arms. On the end of her finger dangled a blindfold. Her other hand was behind her back. I swallowed hard, licked my lips, stroked my now very hardened cock through my pants and started to get up from the couch.

“Not so fast,” she told me. “I didn’t put all this on just so you could come tear it off. Sit still for a minute.”

Sit still – how the hell could I sit still. My cock is now rock hard as you can imagine, she’s standing in the doorway looking like a vamp and she’s telling me to sit still.

Well – as the story goes – it did become quite worth my while to sit still a little longer.

As I watched her – trying not to drool, trying to keep myself in check she threw me the blindfold – I guess so her hand would be free. “Don’t put it on yet,” she instructed me. “Just keep it handy ataköy escort – you’ll need it later.” I was happy for the slight distraction and had something for my hands to play with besides myself.

She then began to play with her breasts – she squeezed and pulled- pushed them together, rubbed her thumb over the nipple and made them hard little nubs. Their color deepened – she was horny. Her hand started to rub her torso – over the leather, then over her hips and she leaned slightly forward and gave herself a little spank on the ass. I heard the sound – she turned around just enough for me to see the pink handprint left behind.

Finally she brought her other hand forward – she’d been keeping it well hidden from my sight. She was standing there with her legs apart, breasts standing at attention, a handprint on her ass and she holds up a rubber dildo. That’s right – she has it grasped in her hand just the way I like a woman to hold me and with her other hand she pulls the thong aside and starts playing with her clit. Next she rubs her pussy lips and I can see her fingers are wet as she spreads the lips apart and slips a finger inside. After a few finger thrusts – she takes the dildo – I am not kidding – she takes the dildo and inserts it right where her finger was just playing. She is still standing there – legs apart and I am watching her fuck her own pussy with this rubber dildo and she is moaning, closing her eyes, her other hand is rubbing her clit as she pumps the dildo in and out in quick succession.

I’m dying over here on the couch, my hand is inside my own pants now and I’m watching this woman getting herself off with a seven inch dildo right in front of me. It didn’t take her very long either – all of a sudden she throws her head back, lets out a long loud MMMMMM OH YEAH BABY!!!… and I know she is coming in a wave.

Once she’s finished, catches her breath and calms down a little she takes the dildo out, tosses it back in the room behind her somewhere and looks right at me. Her hands are on her hips, her face is slightly flushed and she says: “Ok sweetie – your turn…”

With that she walks toward me, heels clicking on the hardwood, hips swaying side to side and when she gets to the couch she straddles me and comes in for another one of those breathtaking kisses. My hands go immediately to her bare ass and I can smell the scent of her sex – her breasts are against my chest, arms around my neck and she is kneading my crotch with her own. She pulls back, arches her back a little bit and, takes hold of a breast and puts it to my mouth. Naturally I take the offering and begin to suck and lick, taking the other one in my hand and lose myself in the moment. She reaches behind her and starts rubbing my cock until we’ve both had enough of this through my still fully clothed body.

“What would you like baby?” She asks me. What would I like I’m thinking. I’d like to get my clothes off, throw you on the floor and fuck your brains out is what I’d like. But instead…I tell her “You’re doing just fine…just don’t stop.”

She smiles…then picks up the blindfold from where I dropped it long ago, takes my hand, pulls me to stand and leads me to the bedroom. We get to the high four-poster bed; she sits me down and puts the blindfold around my head, covering my vision. I am now heightened with anticipation.

I can feel her – she is undoing the buttons on my shirt, takes the shirt off and begins to nuzzle my chest. Her tongue finds my nipple, she circles it, takes it in her mouth and begins to suckle while running her fingers through the hair. Her tongue further explores, making a wet line atalar escort right down the middle of my chest, then tickles my navel in and around like a belly pothole. I am trying to see under the blindfold but it is impossible – I can only feel what she is doing.

Next I hear her stand – she is apparently slipping off the shoes – I hear them fall to the floor and she is now standing barefoot as her hands find the buckle on my pants. I’m just sitting here at the moment, not quite sure what I’m supposed to be doing. She gets the buckle, I hear and feel the button and zipper and she takes my hand so I can stand. Off come the pants, the underwear and finally (YES) I am naked!!! I can feel my cock standing straight – ready for action and I want to get right down to it but she of course had other ideas.

She pushed me back on the bed, made me lay my head on the downy pillow and again she straddled me. But this time, I am lying prone and she has a leg on either side of mine. Next thing…she’s playing over my skin…my torso, her fingernails trailing over my chest, my sides, my belly. She is teasing, circling around my cock until finally she took hold of it just like she did the dildo only a short while ago. I swear I almost came right then. Until she took me in her mouth – the warm wet feel of her mouth around my cock was a little bit of heaven. Her head moved up and down, her hands took hold of my balls, she was maneuvering them just the right amount. Her tongue dipped in and out of the hole, around the head, down the underside until her whole mouth was taking little sucks all along the shaft as she made her way up and down. I took hold of her hair, pulled it together at the nape of her neck and held it out of her way as she played her special tune with her magic tongue.

She wanted me…that much I knew by the way she was sucking my cock. I hoped she’d let me take this blindfold off too – I really wanted to look at her when I fucked her.

She finally released me – her voice that husky, sexy sound. “I want you so bad” she says. WTF – that 6th sense again. And the thought occurred to me maybe it was my 6th sense not hers but at that moment I didn’t really care. “Why don’t you take that blindfold off and fuck me.”

I didn’t wait for her to ask me twice, I whipped the blindfold off and she was right there – looking right in my eyes. I sat up as best I could. Now I had to get her undressed. At least some of it. The thongs – sexy as they were – had to go. They were in the way of what I wanted most at that moment. Of course they couldn’t come off unless she took everything else off – that would just take forever – I was hot, oh-so-horny and way more than ready. I told her this much. She reached to her side, undid some little hook or snap I didn’t even see and off came the thongs. She brought the garment up between her legs, ran it across my belly and tossed it to the floor.

With that motion I grabbed hold of her, flipped her onto her belly, raised her hips and entered her from behind. I was buried deep inside as my balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Oh I was fucking her all right…and she was fucking me back meeting each jab as she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. As I felt myself coming closer to the end, she tightened the muscles even more inside her cunt. One last long final plunge brought us both to a fireworks conclusion – her moaning loudly just like before and me gripping her hips and letting loose everything I had to give. Her juices mixing with mine – it dripped down her leg a bit and I took a finger and wiped at it. I brought my finger around to her mouth, she took my finger deep, scraped her teeth along it as she released it and swallowed.

We were sweaty and flushed. I was drained and pulled out of her plunking beside her on the bed. I don’t know where this broad got her energy. She looks at me and says “How about a bubble bath?” But I’m saving that story for another time…

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It was the Sunday morning after the Friday when I had fucked one of my fiancée’s flatmates; I had got up at 7 and left my fiancée sleeping. It was now 9 and I’d spent the last couple of hours thinking about what happened on Friday and what Vicky then told me yesterday morning and now I desperately needed someone to talk to. So I went and knocked on my fiancée’s other flatmate, Gemma’s door, knowing she was up as I’d seen her briefly earlier.

“Come in.” She shouted.

I opened the door and walked in, Gemma was stood by her dresser in just a bra and thong, I quickly looked her up and down, ‘Hmmmm, maybe I’d got it wrong when I thought she wasn’t that good looking, she does have a pretty nice body!’ I thought to myself.

“Shit, sorry, I thought it would be one of the girls.” She said, seeing me in the mirror, “What was it you wanted?”

“Actually I’d quite like a chat.” I replied.

“Oh right, what about?” She asked, sitting down on her bed, still only wearing her underwear and motioning for her to join me.

At this point I feel I should mention two things, firstly I was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Secondly Gemma and I have a small bit of history together; we were at a house party with our respective partners and were both a little bit drunk and started dancing together. Things got a little out of hand and she ended up gyrating her ass into my erection whilst I felt her up, and then we kissed. We were about to go to the bathroom together to continue when my fiancée appeared. Needless to say neither of our partners knows about this and we’ve done nothing else since.

I closed the door behind me and sat down beside her on the bed, “It’s about Vicky.” I told her.

“Go on.”

“Well, last night, when you two were out, we….. we had sex.” I told her.

“You did what? Why are you telling me?” She asked.

“Well, I also came inside her, and she told me yesterday that she’s not on the pill.”

“Shit, I see the problem. Tell me exactly what happened from start to finish.” She told me.

“Why will that help?” I asked.

“It just might.” She said with a smile, putting her hand on my leg, my cock twitched as she did, but I kept it under control, for now at least.

“Well, it all started when I said I wanted a shower, she said she couldn’t bear to be alone so came to the bathroom with me, then she asked me if I found her attractive, when I got out of the shower she was standing there completely naked! She then had a shower and made me stay in the room with her before getting out, still naked.” I started.

“OK, did you ask to see her naked?” Gemma asked.

“No,” I replied, “I just diplomatically told her I thought she was a good looking woman when she asked.”

“What happened next?” She asked.

“We got dried in our own rooms and I got changed into a t-shirt and boxers. We’d agreed to watch a film, so I went into her room, and she was bent over wearing a skimpy nighty with no underwear. Then about halfway through the film she said she wanted to thank me for being good to her and asked if I wanted to see her naked, I accidentally said yes and she took her nighty off. Next she said that as I’d seen her naked before she should do something else to thank me, and before I could say anything she had her acıbadem escort hand in my boxers and was tossing me off. Then she took them off and ended up kneeling infront of me, so she took my cock in her mouth and started giving me an amazing blowjob.” I recalled.

“Well she’s had a lot of practice!” Gemma said with a tinge of jealousy, “Then what did she do?”

I happened to glance down towards Gemma’s crotch and saw a wet spot starting to form, so decided to make my story slightly more graphic.

“Well, just as I was about to cum in her mouth she stopped, got up and took my t-shirt off, before getting me to lie down on the bed. She then straddled me and got me to ask her to let me fuck her, she lined the tip of my cock up with the dripping wet entrance to her pussy and then got me to beg her to slide down on it. She did, and she was so tight and it took her ages to get all of my big cock inside her, she started rocking backwards and forwards on it to make sure she had it all inside her, her breasts were swinging around and I just couldn’t resist taking them in my hands and playing with them. Next she started slamming herself up and down on my huge cock whilst I played with her tits, she was sopping wet, it was brilliant, it felt like her pussy was caressing my cock. It didn’t take long until I shot a big load of cum deep inside her whilst she had a screaming orgasm. Half an hour later you got home.” I finished.

I looked down at Gemma’s crotch again, this time there was a huge wet patch visible. I then noticed that Gemma was stroking my leg, and her gaze was fixed on my hard cock, which was attempting to break free from my boxers. I put my hand on her smooth leg, and slowly ran it up until it was on her inner thigh, almost touching the huge wet patch.

“Well what do you think?” I asked.

Gemma managed to take her gaze off my cock for a while to look me in the eyes, “I think we have some unfinished business to take care of.”

She then lent in and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth before reaching behind her, unsnapping her bra and slipping it off to reveal her pert B cup breasts, her nipples were like bullets, just begging to be sucked on. I lent down and took turns to take each one in my mouth, running my tongue around it and then sucking and gently nibbling on it as Gemma groaned in pleasure. I let her nipple slip out of my mouth before dropping down to my knees off the bed and positioning myself between her legs.

I licked up her panties to taste the wetness that was seeping through them before slipping my fingers into the waistband and slowly slipping them down over Gemma’s sexy legs. Her pussy was completely bald and felt silky smooth as I ran my hand over it, dipping my fingers into her slightly and then pulling them out, I fed one to her and licked the other one clean for myself.

I started licking her inner thighs, slowly moving towards her pussy, cleaning up her wetness as I found it. I licked her wetness from around her pussy then slowly spread her lips with my tongue and slipped it inside her, tasting the sweet taste the inside of her pussy had to offer, swirling my tongue around inside her as she moaned her pleasure. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and akbatı escort licked up her slit until I came to her clit. I started licking, sucking and nibbling her clit for a while until I knew she was about to cum, I brought her to the brink of orgasm with my tongue on her clit before plunging it back into her wet hole. Gemma now had her hands on the back of my head and was pushing it into her pussy as she came with a squeal of pleasure. I lapped up her juices as they flowed from her pussy down my tongue and into my waiting mouth. Eventually she released me and I stood up, my cock pitching a huge tent in my boxers, desperately trying to break free from its confines.

“Wow, that was amazing!” Gemma said when she regained her breath, “No-one’s ever given me oral before, come to think of it no-one’s ever given me an orgasm that good before!”

“My pleasure.” I said with a smile.

“Now why don’t you slip out of those boxers and into something more comfortable, like me!” Gemma suggested.

I quickly slipped out of my boxers as Gemma swivelled her sexy legs up onto the bed and then I got up onto the bed with her.

“My God, that thing’s huge!” She said after seeing my cock for the first time, “I think you’ll have to go slow else you might split me in two!”

She spread her legs for me so I crawled in between, licking up her leg, up over her pussy and flat stomach towards her breasts where I sucked her nipples before licking up to her neck before finally kissing her, slipping my tongue into her mouth so she could massage it with hers. I lined the head of my cock up with her wet entrance and applied a bit of pressure, so the head of my cock just about slipped inside her.

“Ooooohh, make sure you take it slow, I’m not a virgin but my boyfriend’s nowhere near the size you are.” She told me.

I started slowly working my cock in and out of Gemma’s pussy, adding an extra half an inch and slowly stretching it wider each time, until finally I had managed to bury all of my nine inches inside her. This also meant that over the course of a weekend I’d managed to have my cock inside all three women in the flat, not bad going!

“Wow, I feel so full. I’ve been wanting you to do that to me for ages!” She told me with a smile.

I smiled back and withdrew my cock until only the head was left in her before thrusting it slowly back in again. She was slightly looser now so I slipped back into her easier, and started to build up a rhythm as she moaned her appreciation. I’m sure I was stretching Gemma’s pussy to its limits as she didn’t seem to be getting any looser, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing! I could feel her pussy literally gripping on to my cock as I thrust it in and out of her and I’m sure she could feel every single movement I made, no matter how small. I kept pumping my cock in and out of her pussy as her moans grew louder, enjoying the feeling of slipping in and out of her tight, wet, pussy.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, I want to feel, mmmmmmmmmmm, your cum splash, mmmmmmmmm, into me as I cum.” She moaned.

I could feel her pussy tightening it’s grip on my cock as she approached orgasm to the extent I could barely move it. I kept thrusting into her as much as I could, attempting to send her flying aksaray escort over the edge into her second orgasm.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, fuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk, yyyyyyeeeeeeesssssssssssss.” She screamed as she started cumming.

“Shiiiiittttt, oooooooooohhhhhhhhh.” I moaned as, unable to take any more of her ultra-tight pussy I shot my load deep inside her convulsing pussy, panting as her pussy milked all of the cum it could get from my cock.

After I was done I collapsed down onto Gemma’s naked body, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy as we both recovered from our orgasms.

“That was absolutely amazing, thanks!” She said.

“You were pretty damned good yourself.” I told her.

“I’ve decided I’m going to dump my boyfriend.” She told me.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I want to be your reserve girlfriend, anytime your fiancée can’t or won’t be there for you, I will be.” She said with a smile.

“Do I have to do anything for you?” I asked.

“Well, a good fucking like that one wouldn’t go amiss once in a while.” She informed me.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I think it’s one that I’ll just have to accept.” I told her with a smile.

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A month later I was back in London again, I had been up once in the last month, but didn’t get to see Vicky or Gemma. It was 9am Sunday morning, I got up and left my fiancée in bed and went to the toilet. As I was coming out I saw Vicky walking from the kitchen to her room, she was just wearing a baggy t-shirt, she saw me and said: “I’m not pregnant.” Before just walking into her room, she had got back with her old boyfriend recently, and he was in there with her no doubt. ‘Thank fuck for that!’ I thought, and walked over to Gemma’s room and knocked on the door, I heard what I thought was a mumbled ‘Come in’ so I opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me.

Gemma turned her head towards the door, saw it was me and turned it back again. I took my boxers off and slipped into bed with her, she was naked, as I knew she would be, she had told me that she’d always sleep naked when I was around, incase I ever felt I needed her. I pulled myself up against her, my cock pressing into her ass and draped my arm over her to fondle her breast.

“Mmmmmmmmm, what are you doing in here?” She asked.

“I thought I should come and tell you that I’d just seen Vicky.” I told her.

“And…”

“She told me she wasn’t pregnant.” I told her.

“That’s lucky…” Gemma said, “Because I am.”

“WHAT???”

“Remember that great sex we had that ended with you filling me with your cum? Well those sperm swam up to my egg and got me pregnant with your baby.” Gemma told me.

“Oh, do you want to keep it?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, I guess we need to tell my fiancée then.” I said.

“I think we ought to, yeah.” Gemma replied.

Gemma turned her head towards me and we kissed and I held her, my hand now over her womb.

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A few hours later Gemma and I were in my fiancée’s room…

“I’ve got something to tell you…” Gemma said, looking at my fiancée, “I’m pregnant.”

“Congratulations!” My fiancée said with a smile, “But who’s the father?”

“I am.” I said sheepishly.

“WHAT?”

“I’m the father of Gemma’s baby.” I reiterated.

“Well, normally I’d be dumping you right now, but it turns out that you’ve been a busy boy, because I’m pregnant too.” She told me.

Gemma and I stood there shocked.

“So congratulations, double Daddy!” My fiancée said.

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All Characters in this Story are over 18 years old.

The only thing worse than transferring to a new school senior year is transferring to a new school senior year when you’re a fat chick. Sarah could handle it when it came to making friends, she did so easily, it was guys that were a problem. See, usually the guys she was attracted to weren’t attracted to her, or t least they weren’t when their friends where around. Oh, they tried to get her to sleep with them, but taking her out, that was an entirely different thing.

Sarah was smart, and used that gift to make extra money through tutoring. Tutoring brought her into contact with mostly jocks, since she treated them the same way she treated everyone, and didn’t have the typical hero worship going on it usually lead to friendship. Making friends with jocks caused a little friction with their girlfriends, until they saw her that is. The ‘it’ was the “everyone’s best friend” syndrome.

That meant the girls trusted her with their men, too bad they didn’t know what really went on in their tutoring sessions. Every one of them had tried to sleep with her, unsuccessfully, but they tried none the less. So when Sarah felt like it she would fool around with one or two of them, at the moment she was seeing three of them. They’d kiss and fool around and make out for hours, but no one had taken her cherry yet. Sarah knew the game and the rules, she kept her mouth shut and got more playful attention then their girlfriends in public. They hugged and kissed her and even held her in their arms, right in front of everyone, and no one minded. None of the guys talked to each other about her so they all assumed she was fool around with them exclusively. And the rest of the time the treated her like one of the “in crowd”.

About three weeks in to the school year, Sarah noticed a guy. Well he wasn’t just a guy he was “THE” guy. He transferred into her math class and one morning she looked up and he was standing there. Man, he was hot, all the girls, including some of the teachers, wanted him. All the guys wanted to be like him, but it was more than that, he was an amazing guy, who made everyone he talked to feel like they were special. He also treated everyone with respect, something you don’t find a lot in high school.

“Hey,” Matt said, gesturing to the seat behind her, “Is this seat taken?”

At first Sarah didn’t realise that he was speaking to her, but when he ran his finger along her check, she jump and stammered huh?

“I asked if this seat was taken.” he replied, pointing to the seat behind her.

“Oh no,” she stammered, “Please go ahead.”

He smiled, “I’m Matt by the way.” he whispered in her ear.

“Sarah.” she said flatly and went back to her class work.

By the time class had finished, Sarah wished Matt hadn’t taken the seat behind her. All the girls in class kept turning around to look at him and Sarah wished she had been able to do that too. At the end of class Sarah gathered up her books in a hurry hoping to get out in the hall before Matt so she could check out his ass. But as fate would have it, it wasn’t meant to be. Just as Sarah stood up the girl across the aisle stood up at the same time, knocking Sarah, who fell right into Matt’s lap.

“God I’m sorry,” Sarah gushed. “I’m such a klutz sometimes, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Matt said, “And I don’t mind at all, but could you stop wiggling or it could get a little embarrassing.”

Not sure what he meant by that, Sarah sat perfectly still.

“Oh my God, Sarah,” the girl that had knocked her down in the first place screeched. “Get up before you crush the poor guy.”

Sarah had a horrified look on her face and tried once again to get up but Matt had his hands securely on her hips.

“I don’t know about you crushing me,” Matt said in her defence. “But I kind of like having you in my lap.”

The girl walked off in a huff, leaving a still embarrassed Sarah sitting on Matt’s lap.

“This is nice,” Matt said and smiled at Sarah.

“Ummmmm, it is.” Sarah agreed, “But we really should get to our next class.”

“Right,” Matt said releasing her hips so she could stand. “Maybe we could do it again some time?”

Matt grabbed her books and headed out the door with them.

“Hey,” Sarah said, “I’m going to need those.”

“I promise not to steal them I just thought I would walk you to your next class.”

“Oh,” Sarah was very surprised. “Sure I wanted to speak to you anyway, I just wanted to thank you for not making a big deal about what happened earlier, but just a little advice, should it ever happen again, you might want to let the girl up a little quicker, people might get the idea that you enjoyed having her there. And around here gossip travels fast.”

“So,” Matt started, “What if I wanted her there?”

Sarah laughed, “Well in that case,” she said. “Let’s hope the next girl who lands in your lap is your type.”

By this time they were standing outside of Sarah’s next class, so when she çekmeköy escort reached for her books she said, “Listen, I know most of the girls our age around here so if you’d like to be set up just tell me which one and I’ll do what I can.”

“Great,” Matt said, “What about Friday night? I know it’s short noticed but maybe we could hook up.”

“Don’t think that would be a problem, which girl?” Sarah asked figuring if it had been her he wanted to take out she’d move heaven and earth to cancel anything to go out with him.

“Well, I meant you.” Matt said.

“That’s funny,” Sarah commented turning to go into class, “Just let me know by the end of the day ok.”

Instead of going, Matt stepped into class behind her and as she sat down said, ” By the way, babe, the first girl who fell into my lap was my type, that’s why I wouldn’t let her up. See you at lunch.” and with a wink he was gone and all eyes were on her.

“What,” she said. “He’s in my math class, he probably needs a tutor.”

Most of the girl giggled but a couple of the guys she tutored didn’t look happy, but things settled down and class continued as usual.

Sarah rarely at lunch in the cafeteria preferring the library or the bleachers behind the football field, she liked her privacy and unless she had an emergency tutoring session, lunch was when she took it.

To say that Sarah was surprised to see Matt stroll into the library was an understatement, but when he grabbed a chair turned it backwards and sat down in front of her Sarah was expectantly stunned.

“Hey,” he said. “How come you stood me up for lunch? Or did you just want us to have some private time?”

“I beg your pardon?” Sarah asked.

“I asked you to lunch and if I hadn’t seen you come in here from your locker, I would still be waiting for you in the cafeteria.”

“No offence Matt,” Sarah said. “But exactly what drugs are you on?”

Matt laughed, “None actually. Why?”

Sarah shook her head, “Ok, so what is it? What do you want from me?”

“I told you,” Matt said, “I want you to go out with me Friday night.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Sarah said. “I don’t need mercy dates and even if I did want one with you, I tutor Friday nights. So you can tell whomever sent you, that their little joke isn’t going to work.” Then she stormed off to the ladies room.

“God,” Sarah thought to herself, what a jerk he turned out to be, and I thought he was nice I’m such an idiot sometimes.

Once she had finished and splashed some water on her face, she figured since she had a spare she’d grab a jacket and head out to the bleaches for some fresh air. However just as she neared her locker, she noticed Matt bearing down on her. Great what was she going to do now? But just as the thought left her head a girl grabbed Matt and occupied his attention giving Sarah a chance to slip out.

The bleachers were quiet this time of day which is why she liked them, but she heard a familiar voice call her name, so she turned to look and saw Ben MsCalister, one of the guy she tutored.

“Hey babe, wait up,” he said. But quickly caught up with her.

“Hi,” Sarah said when he caught up to her.

“Where are you off too in such a hurry?” Ben asked as he took her books.

“Bleachers,” she said, “I’m trying to avoid a jerk.”

Ben looked stricken. “Not you silly. I’m trying to avoid the Matt guy.”

“You mean Matt Tyler? The guy who walked you to English this morning?”

“Yep,” she reiterated, “The big jerk.”

“Hey babe are you sure you got the right guy? I’ve known Matt since we were little kids and he isn’t like that. He likes everyone.”

“Then he decided to change just for me,” Sarah huffed.

“What did he do, that pissed you off so bad?”

“He asked me out.”

“And?” Ben asked.

“That’s it. Like I couldn’t tell a mercy date from a real date, when I see one. The best part though, is he asked me out for Friday night. Everyone knows I tutor Friday night.”

“Hey,” Ben said, “Come here.” and he pulled Sarah into his arms. “Don’t sweat it Sarah, I can get a couple of guys and the three of us will kick his ass, friend or no friend.”

Sarah rested her head on Ben’s chest sighing, “Thanks for the offer Ben, she said, “But have you seen the size of him? Besides don’t you think Suzy would wonder why your defending me like that?”

“Frankly Scarlet,” Ben said, doing his best Clark Gable, he lifted her chin, “To protect you, I wouldn’t give a damn.” Then he brought his lips down on hers. The kiss was warm and sensual and lasted more than a couple of seconds. Sarah knew Ben liked her, she tutored him in English, which wasn’t her best subject and his grade point average was higher that hers. So they spent the session making out. He was a great kisser and he always made sure that she came before he let himself cum. He was the closet Sarah had ever come to giving her virginity to. The only problem with Ben was, he wasn’t brave. He couldn’t deal cevizli escort with his friends and what they said and thought. So in public he dated Suzy Patterson, beautiful cheerleader and one of the “in crowd” also one of the girls who chased after Matt.

Ben said they were dating, but all they’d ever done was kiss. Sarah let Ben think she was jealous, but the truth was Sarah wanted her own guy, one who wanted to be with her, in public and private no matter what anyone thought. She wanted a guy who would be proud of her and of being seen with her. So until she found one, she’d fool around with other guys, it was fun and she liked the attention she got but none of them would have her gift, she knew the right guy was out there somewhere but until she found him, she would settle for fun.

Matt finally managed to extract himself from the latest in a line of female airheads who managed to find something to waylay him. Man some of these girls just didn’t get the hint. He had seen Sarah leave the building and hoped she was headed to the bleachers. He knew that was where she went when she wanted some quiet time. He knew a lot of things about her; he made it his business to know things. Plus he was mad; she had no right to make a judgement like that, when she didn’t even know him. Well to tell the truth the longer he had to wait to talk to her, the cleaner her reasoning became. She was probably speaking from experience and guys his age could really be jerks. He also knew he wasn’t like that and he really wanted to take her out and get to know her.

When Matt rounded the field and looked up at the bleachers he couldn’t see anyone then he noticed that someone was stretched out on the grass beside the bleachers. Once he got a little closer, he realised that it was two someone’s and they were making out hot and heavy.

Though he was a little embarrassed and figured Sarah must have seen too and taken a powder, that’s when he realised that it was his friend Ben, he was making out with his girlfriend Suzy. That did surprise him though, he had never seen the two of them get hot and heavy anywhere before they rarely even kissed in public. Matt felt his stomach drop when he realised that it wasn’t Suzy, Ben was making out it, they had just changed positions and she was now straddling him. It definitely wasn’t Suzy, and not only were they making out Ben had his hand up her shirt. Suddenly it hit him, that was Sarah’s shirt Ben hand his hand up. No wonder she had reacted so harshly, she probably figured he should know that she was dating Ben. God, they had been friends since grade school. Matt turned and tried to exit discretely to give them their privacy, he wondered when Ben and Suzy split and when Sarah and Ben had gotten together and why hadn’t he heard anything?

Chapter Two

Sarah finished her last class in a much better frame of mind. Even though Matt had ticked her off, Ben had gotten her off twice before finishing himself, and he only complained a little that his boxers were now wet. With a quick kiss Sarah said

“Sorry babe, but you know the rules dry humping only,” she said with a slight smile.

“I wonder” Ben stated, “Do you think you’ll ever sleep with me? All the way I mean.”

Sarah ran her hand across Ben’s cheek, “I honestly don’t know Ben, but I don’t think so.”

Ben looked disappointed as she walked away, but he couldn’t say she wasn’t always honest with him plus he knew any guy she finally did sleep with would have to be very special, and he thought she’d fooled around with other guys, and he bet they all wished they could have been the one.

Once school had finished for the day Sarah was standing at her locker, when Suzy and a couple of her friends came up to her.

“Hey Sarah,” Suzy said, “I hear you gave Ben some help this afternoon during his spare, and I just wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” Sarah asked.

“Yes he’s been so stressed out with that English exam coming up he’s been irritable and cranky, driving everyone crazy. But one session with you and suddenly no more stress thank you so much.”

Sarah smiled a little, “Your welcome it’s always my pleasure to help Ben out.”

Sarah closed her locker and was about to leave when Ben came over. He hugged her and then kissed Suzy, a peak but none the less still a kiss.

“Ready?” he asked.

“No,” Suzy said, “I was just about to ask Sarah if she wanted to come with us.”

“Yeah Sarah,” Ben said, “We’re meeting a bunch of people at the diner to hang out. Come and I’ll buy you a coffee for helping me out this afternoon.”

“Please come,” Suzy pleaded, “I need someone to keep the leaches off when I have to leave the table.”

“Well,” said Sarah, “Since you put it that way sure why not.”

Ben took Sarah’s arm and then grabbed Suzy’s hand and led them both to his car.

Once they got to the diner Suzy met up with some of her girlfriends and they decided to hit the shoe store, Suzy said they’d be in, in a few minutes and erenköy escort asked Sarah to keep an eye on Ben.

“Hands and fingers ok?” Sarah joked.

“You can use your lips if needed Sarah, just don’t let any girls near him.”

Ben reached out his arms and started moving towards Sarah, “Come little girly, kiss the big bad sex maniac to keep him under control.”

Once Sarah was in his arms they moved towards the diner door.

“Don’t worry Suzy,” Sarah said as she turned around in Ben’s arms, “I’ll take good care of him.”

They all shared a laugh and then Suzy went off with her friends while Ben pulled Sarah tighter against him. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass; he had a hair trigger when it came to her making him hard.

“God,” Ben whispered in her ear. “I love the feel of your ass.”

“I noticed,” Sarah, responded, “You better not let anyone else notice.”

Ben moved in close to Sarah and that’s how they entered the diner. Matt saw them come in, and for some reason he was jealous. Ben looked so happy that it gave Matt a double-edged sword. He wanted his friend to be happy, but he wanted to be with his friends’ girl. Either way he knew he had to apologise to Sarah and hoped he could make her understand that he wasn’t a jerk and he didn’t know that she and Ben were dating or he never would have hit on her.

When they arrived at the table one of the girls said, “Babysitting again Sarah?”

Both Ben and she laughed, “yes,” Sarah said, “So you know the rules hands off.”

Everyone laughed except Matt he was just confused, he became even more confused when Ben sat down and rather than taking the seat next to him she went and sat between two other football players.

Matt figured he would just sit back and watch for a while, maybe things would be come clear, then again Matt was already a little more than confused. When Suzy and the girls finally came in Matt just didn’t know what to make of it when Suzy leaned down and kissed Ben then took the empty seat next to him. He looked to see what Sarah was going to do put she was practically nose-to-nose with Jeff Sampson.

Jeff was Assistant Captain of the football team and not currently dating anyone, that Matt knew of anyhow. Jeff had a love em and leave em, reputation, which was well earned. Matt wouldn’t have let Sarah within five feet of him if she was his girl, and frankly what was going on between Sarah and Ben was a little bit disheartening for him. He noticed that Ben kept looking at Sarah and Jeff but he didn’t say or do anything. Matt could see the looks Ben was giving Jeff but then he’d turn and plant a phoney smile on his face and listen to Suzy talk about girl stuff.

Matt thought something very strange was going on and he intended to find out just what it was and soon. When Sarah got up to go to the bathroom, Matt saw Jeff take his hand out of her lap and run it slyly across her ass before she moved away, then she walked past Ben and Suzy in deep conversation and neither did nor said anything, it was as though she found it perfectly normal.

Just after Sarah disappeared down the stairs Jeff got up and headed down there himself, Matt had to find out what was going on so he headed down to talk privately with Jeff, maybe he knew what was going on with Ben and Sarah. But when Matt got to the men’s room Jeff was no where to be seen, and since Matt hadn’t passed him in the tiny hall the only place Jeff could be was in the supply room and the end of the hall. Once Matt was finished he detoured just a little and he heard feminine sounds along with Jeff’s voice coming from the closet. The female voice told Jeff to stop because he was going to get her all messy. Matt smiled when he heard Jeff groan in frustration, good that he was getting a little of his own back and this girl was smart for shooting him down.

Then Matt realised that Sarah could come out of the bathroom at any time and he didn’t want to get caught listening so he quickly made his way up the stairs. It took him a minute to realise that Ben and Suzy had left, so that when Sarah came back to the table Matt noticed that her buttons didn’t seem to be done up right, which fuelled his curiosity even more. He was also curious to see how she would react to the news that Ben had taken Suzy home.

Sarah had just sat down when Paul Sampson, Jeff’s twin brother and another of the guys Sarah tutored told her that Ben and Suzy had left but he and his girlfriend Lindsey would give her a ride home. Sarah insisted that it was unnecessary for them to go so far out of their way and she would be fine finding her own way home. As Jeff returned to his seat, Matt was so shocked that Sarah seemed unconcerned that her boyfriend had taken his ex-girlfriend home that he didn’t have a chance to see what girl he had been in the closet with.

“What’s up?” Jeff asked, feeling like he’d missed part of the conversation.

“Sarah needs a ride home cause Ben and Suzy split.”

“No problem,” Jeff said, “I’ll take her I needed to stop by and get that study guide you made up for me anyway.”

“Cool,” Paul said, “Now I won’t have tremendous guilt over not taking you home.”

Sarah laughed but then Matt interjected, “Yo bonehead you seem to have forgotten that you came with me, your car got towed.”

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Gwen walked home in a daze. She could not believe what had just happened her, what she had just done. Her wet shirt clung to her breasts and her sex was aching. She could still feel his hands on her, his fingers inside her. She wanted to scream.

When she arrived home she had slipped quietly into the house and gone straight up to her bedroom. She sat for a while on the edge of the bed, her legs shaking and her heart racing, reliving what had happened, playing it over again and again in her head. She couldn’t figure out how she felt about it; she had no perspective, her world had just moved on its axis and she was not sure which was now up. She was still caught up in the wild and heady excitement and emotion of the experience. One minute she would burst out crying and the next she wanted to leap up and shout at the ceiling with pure joy and excitement. She was spinning like a top.

Pushing herself up off the bed she had finally stripped off her clothes and looked at herself in the full length wardrobe mirror. She was amazed that her nipples were still erect, red and distended and she could still see the marks of Mr Keitel’s teeth and fingers on her breasts, fading now but still visible. She had touched the fading marks with her fingertips sending warning shivers of memories down through her vibrating body. Without heeding the warning she had slipped her hands down between her legs to cup and feel her pubic hairs, coated in her own juices, now hard and matted around the soft, aching, fullness of her still tingling sex.

Her fingers had inevitably pushed between the soft, moist lips of her sex, unconsciously searching for the knowledge and relief that she knew was to be found there. The jolt of sexual excitement from her fingers that had raced through her sex was positively electric and she had rocked back in surprise. She was still incredibly turned on. As if in a slow running film she had moved back across the room, throwing herself onto the bed and rolling over into the foetal position. She hugged herself and tried not to touch herself as she rocked slowly backwards and forwards, trying to make sense of what had happened to her back in the school darkroom and trying to make sense of what she was feeling now.

She tried to remember it all and as she remembered her hand once again crept unbidden between her legs, touching where he had touched her and suddenly she was cuming again. Her orgasm was intense and crashed over her leaving her dazed and breathless. She felt as if she was on fire, charged with some kind of a wild sexual energy; she had just wanted to keep cuming and cuming.

As the light faded in her room her fingers had fallen from between her legs. She did not know how many times she had taken herself to climax but she had masturbated herself almost to the point of exhaustion. Her sex felt raw and swollen, her lips bruised and sore. She rolled over on to her back and in the gathering gloom she stared at the ceiling, a post coital tranquillity finally seeping over her, calming her, cooling her madness.

She had slowly got up and stared at herself again in the mirror, tentatively, exploratory; as if expecting to see a different person looking back at her in the half light, someone who was certainly more sexually mature, more worldly that she had been this morning and she was strangely disappointed to find only herself staring back at her. She examined her body and her breasts in the fading light and was again disappointed to find that the traces of this morning’s handling had faded and were now more just memories rather than real marks. Her badges of sexual maturity were fading.

Noises from downstairs had slowly, finally, intruded and she realised that her parents were about, her father home from work and her mother getting tea and she gathered up her still damp clothes and headed slowly off to the bathroom to run a bath.

The next morning she had awoken at first light and had had to force herself to stay in bed and wait until she could hear her parents moving around and knew that it was safe to get up without attracting attention to herself. She had lain there through the early hours, waiting impatiently, her hand slowly working its way inside her pyjama bottoms and down between her legs, her fingers slyly touching her sex, opening herself up to the new day and her first climax. Her fingers would not leave her alone and continued to stroke and manipulate her through climax after climax until she had to stuff her mouth with blankets to stop herself from crying out.

Her mother, passing by her door on her way downstairs had paused, disturbed by the muffled noises from her daughters room and had called out softly enquiring if everything was alright. Gwen had never heard, lost in her own world of flashing lights moving fingers and never saw her mother, suddenly blushing furiously as she recognised the sexual message carried blatantly in the her daughters sighs, move away from the door and slowly walk away, suddenly looking younger, smiling, her own head suddenly full of the memories of when she herself had anadolu yakası escort moaned like that.

When the masturbation spree had ended and her fingers finally simply rested between her legs Gwen lay and looked up the new day. Noises from downstairs told her mother at least was up and she vaguely wondered why she hadn’t called her as she usually did. She dismissed the thought and rolled over in blissful ignorance, her fingers reluctantly leaving her sex, she would have been horrified had she known of her mother’s breathless pause outside her door.

Despite the need to get up and get to school she lay there for a long time telling herself that he would not be there today and that yesterday was a ‘one off’ and would never be repeated. Telling herself that she was behaving like a slut and to ‘get a grip’ she pushed herself out of bed. She dressed carefully for him in her best t-shirt and her best ‘Sunday outing’ shorts. She felt they were a bit old fashioned, baggy legs and semi elasticated waist with buttons down the front but they were the smartest summer outfit she could muster. She laid the outfit out on the bed and stared at it, eventually trying the shorts on and looking disapprovingly at herself in the mirror.

She eventually discarded the shorts in favour of the same style short gym skirt she had worn when ‘it’ had happened the day before. She thought furtively that if he had fancied her in it before maybe he would fancy her in it again, before quickly coving the thought with the lie that it was probably the best outfit if they were to work in the hot confines of the darkroom again. She lied convincingly to herself although she recognised that she could not look herself in the eye as she thought it. She sat on the edge of the bed as she brushed her thick auburn hair. He sex tingled and she had to resist the urge to touch herself again.

When she was ready she stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She nodded almost knowingly at the young woman who stared back. ‘Not too bad’ she thought and then stopped and on impulse she stripped off her t-shirt and then her bra. She pulled her t-shirt back over her head and looked at her reflection; her breasts were clearly visible beneath her thin cotton top and after a moment’s hesitation her nerve failed her and she pulled the top off again and put the bra back on. Staring at herself in the mirror she hesitated for a moment before she pulled the bra and top off again. Standing erect she admired her breasts in reflection wondering what he had seen in them that had so turned him on. She idly wondered if her breasts were somehow special and she hadn’t known it before.

She placed a hand under each breast, pushing them up and out although there was almost no movement in the firm young flesh. She touched her sleeping roseate nipples as she half turned her body to the light. Sensitive beyond belief they were immediately erect. In her mind’s eye she could see his hands on her body and her sex grew instantly moist. The urge to masturbate was suddenly fiercely strong and she had to press her legs together until the feeling passed.

Resting her head against the coolness of the wardrobe mirror she took deep breaths until she slowly regained her composure. She shook her head, she must stop thinking about sex, she must get some control back, she was acting like a nymphomaniac. She stepped back and pulled her bra on, reaching behind her firmly to fasten the clasp. She looked at herself and settled her breasts into the cups before pulling her T-shirt back on again. She looked at herself in the mirror and told herself firmly that she was being foolish and what had happened yesterday was a mistake and she could never allow it to happen again; even if he is there, she repeated to herself sternly, it must never happen again.

She had breakfast in the kitchen, fending off the usual questions about what she was going to do that day and what she had done yesterday. She told them she would be going to school again to see in Mt Keitel needed any help with the next batch of prints. “Think you must have a crush on him the amount of time you two spend together in that darkroom” her father said from behind his paper. She didn’t see the amused glances her parents exchanged when she had looked down, blushing darkroom red, while denying him furiously. He mother had looked at her strangely she thought, somehow knowingly although kindly and she had looked away embarrassed at the frankness she had found in her eyes. Her mother had gently touched her father hand which held the paper and had blushed herself when her husband had raised a quizzical eyebrow in response.

She had hung around after breakfast for as long as she felt she must before making her goodbyes and slipping out of the back door. She tried not to run but her feet felt light and she covered the distance to the school in no time at all. Her heart fell when there was no sign of his car in the staff car park. As her let her into the school through the small side door atalar escort near the science labs the caretaker had said that he hadn’t seen him that morning. “Didn’t mean much though,” he conceded as he walked away, “could have let himself in with his own key.” But the science lab was empty when she got there, looking exactly as they had left it the day before.

She half heartedly tidied some loose prints on the desk near the darkroom, disappointment gripping her chest and for a while she fought the urge to cry. She tried the door to the darkroom and it swung open a fraction and she immediately closed it again; lacking the courage on her own to go in there where ‘it’ had happened. She turned around and leaned against the door, kicking it with her heel in frustration. Feeling foolish she hung around the classroom for a while trying to look busy but eventually she gave up and made her slow and heavy way home.

The next day was a repeat of the same process and she began to despair; he was obviously not coming back. A whole range of possibilities/fantasies ran through her head: That he had had an accident and was lying critically ill in hospital somewhere, uncared for and alone; That he had simply up and left and that it would force some kind of inquest at the school and what had happened in the darkroom would all come out and everyone would know and her would will be ruined; all the way through to that he had fallen in love with her and dare not face her because of some problem in his past that she does not know about. She ran the whole gamut of childish, romantic, scenarios through her head in turn as she waited.

The next day she turned up more out of routine than in hope of finding him there. She had already decided that she would steel herself and go into the darkroom and at least finish sorting out the prints that would by now have dried and be ready for labelling and cataloguing. She opened the door to the classroom and her stomach gave a sudden lurch when she suddenly saw him standing at one of the long rows of science lab benches sorting through large piles of prints. He smiled at her, obviously pleased to see her.

“Glad you turned up I could use some help,” he said holding up some loose prints as a means of explanation, “still a lot to finish off.” She hesitated in the doorway, taken by surprise and now unsure in the face of reality. She sees he is dressed for the darkroom again in shorts and an old t-shirt. He looked up at her quizzically. “Are you here to help or what?” he joked and pushed a pile of prints across the desk in her direction.

Gathering her courage she hesitantly walked down the length of the classroom and stood beside him. She looked sideways at him, unsure and nervous but her looked up and smiled again, putting her at her ease and she pulled the pile of prints across the desk towards her. Leafing through the first few prints she noticed that her hands were trembling. He looked sideways at her, pretending not to notice.

“Someone has already sorted them,” he said quietly and she nodded.

“I came in yesterday and finished them off,” she said, trying to control her voice.

He tapped a stack of prints by their edge on the top of the desk, straightening them, “I know,” he said placing them back on the desk, lining the stacks up with the tip of his finger, “and the day before that as well. Johnstone the caretaker told me.” She nodded, suddenly embarrassed as if caught out in a lie. “Wondered where I’d got to?” he asked and she shrugged. “I’m sorry Gwen,” he said and reached across and took one of her hands in his, “you deserved better than that.”

She shook her head, aware that must be able to hear her heart thudding in her chest. He turned her hand over and pulled it closer to him, palm up. She could feel the warmth of his body through her fingertips and he stroked her palm and mound of Venus with his thumb as he spoke, “I’m sorry, I had to get things straight in my head,” he said. “I needed a little time .. after what happened in there,” indicating the darkroom behind her. She looked hesitantly over her shoulder as if unsure of what he meant. He ploughed on, all the time his thumb stroking the sensitive palm of her hand, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. “I am a schoolteacher after all, I should know how to control myself, it should never have happened.” She nodded vaguely , his words drifting away. “And it won’t happen again,” he said and she looked up into his eyes, “will it?” he said with a finality that made her feel cold.

She shook her head, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. “Good,” he said releasing her hand, “a professional relationship if we can then,” he said with a heartiness that crushed her. “Think we can manage that?” He asked and she nodded, and she shivered slightly as if a winter chill had stolen into the room. “Good,” he said again, his bonhomie harsh and galling in the stillness that had fallen between them, “are you OK with helping me still or do you want me find someone else to ataşehir escort help finish off?”

“I’m fine,” she said, feeling herself move slowly towards tears. “I really do want to help get this done.”

“Great,” he said, adding after a slight pause, “even in the darkroom?”

She looked over her shoulder again at the offending room and nodded. “I’m fine,” she said, “honestly, I can handle it.”

“Great,” he said, almost distractedly. “Let’s get on with it then.”

He led the way, ushering her before him. Once inside he locked the door before pulling the heavy blackout curtain across and turning on the exterior ‘Darkroom Occupied’ sign and switched on the red developing light.. As always it took her a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the deep velvet red lighting. When she looked up he was staring back at her smiling, just standing there looking at her. She half smiled back at him and looked sideways as if expecting him to say something. He stepped across the short gap between them and this time there were no preliminaries.

Without any preamble he gathered her up into his arms, bending her back over the workbench. She cried out in surprise but his mouth stifled her protests. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue deep in her mouth, the kiss continuing until she was gasping for breath. In one movement he placed her arm behind her back and held it there, his free hand moving up, under her blouse to take possession of her breast. He pulled her bra up and his fingers closed on her nipple, pulling it taut, squeezing the breath from her body. She cried out as his hand gripped her breast, squeezing and moulding it until her senses reeled, all the while his kisses, deep and devouring kept her silent and dazed.

Suddenly his hand was on her thigh, travelling upwards, taking her skirt with it, exposing her, laying her open. For an instant he dipped between her legs and cupped her sex and she called out at the sudden warmth and pressure from his fingers but his hand had already gone, moving on and up in its quest for even more intimacy. He tugged at the waistband of her knickers, drawing them down to allow his hand inside. His hand slid down across her taut, flat stomach, grazing quickly across her soft red pubic hair before pushing its way down between her legs, finding and touching her sex, briefly exploring the soft folds of her lips, orientating himself, feeling her wetness before opening her up.

She tried to open her legs to give him access but she struggled to keep her balance as he held her prone across the worktop. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against the front of her pubic bone and she gasped as he curled his palm down over her sex, his fingers slipping between her lips, travelling through her wetness, searching for and quickly finding her already erect clitoris, instantly stroking wild sensations up from her groin to explode behind her eyes. She cried out, she knew she would come in seconds; she has been ready to come for him for three days. His fingers pushed deeper into her and her legs began to tremble; she tried to stretch her legs apart to let him in. She could feel her juices beginning to seep down around his probing hand into the clean white material of her knickers and she was suddenly past caring about anything, she was about to cum; he was manipulating her masterfully yet again and she was happily, completely under his control; willing to be led wherever he would take her.

His fingers played softly, knowingly and insistently between her lips and she came quickly, her thighs squeezing together, trying to hold and contain the hand that was wreaking havoc with her senses and destroying her self control; but the fingers continued to move, causing her to cry out and to try to curl up around his hand as the waves of her climax continued to shake her.

Releasing the hand that he had been holding behind her he turned her around sideways to him. He kept the one hand down the front of her knickers, sliding the other down inside the back to find and mould itself to the shape of her bottom. He was manipulating her like a puppet, moving her to his will, his hands insistent and determined, his fingers hard, needy and softly resolute, pushing down between her legs, invading and overrunning her soft, warm, secret places. His eyes glinted hotly in the darkroom light, giving him the devilish appearance she had seen before, red skin and flashing red eyes. His breath sounded harsh in her ears.

With one hand he probed and caressed her wet and open sex while with the other he opened the cheeks of her arse, running his fingers between then, intimately caressing the soft brown rosebud that puckered at his touch. Sweat suddenly sprang from her and could fell it joining up and running down her back and down between her breasts, her clothes were already sticking to her. His finger slipped between her lips and moved deeper inside her and she cried out, trying to stop her legs from buckling. She was again instantly awash with sensation, a repeat performance of the other day. Like a drowning woman she suddenly recognised his ability to swamp her, to flood her senses, to unmast her. She was having difficulty in breathing; his fingers were driving the air from her lungs, sucking the oxygen out of the room. The heat was suddenly unbearable; she wanted him to take her clothes off, she wanted to lie down with him on the tiled floor and allow him to cool her feverish skin

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The rest of the party went smoothly and everyone had a good time.

(NO MORE PLOT DEVELOPMENT, how about I try to go for 3 pages of sex),

It was after a soccer game when Desiree saw Frank walking out of the locker room, it was late and there were only a few people in the school, mainly Janitors.

Desiree had been at the game and was waiting for Frank because her ride wasn’t going to be there for a while, she was sleeping over a friend’s house that night and was looking forward to it.

They walked down the hall and chatted when Desiree realized she had left some books in her gym locker. She dragged Frank with her as she headed for the girls locker room.

She opened the door and beckoned mischievously for Frank to enter.

“You sure nobodies in there?” he asked “I’m sure” she affirmed

They walked in, and the door slammed shut, and then they heard the click of a lock…

It took the two of them a moment to react but by the time they got to the door whoever was there, if anyone, was gone.

“Hello!” Desiree yelled.

But there was no reply

“Fuck!” exclaimed Frank, who was still in his soccer uniform, “I don’t have my phone with me” “Do you?” He asked.

“Yeah”, she said with relief as she pulled it out aydınlı escort of her bag. “Shit” she almost screamed, “no service.”

Over the next half an hour they tried the entire locker room but there was no service anywhere.

They only had one place to check, and Frank said he’d be right back, because he had to use the facilities.

Desiree stuck the phone in the last corner and Frank called out from the other side.

“Any luck?” She could clearly see the soccer shorts resting on his ankles and then she glanced back to the phone, seeing full service.

“Nope” she lied, a plan forming in her head.

He pulled up his pants, flushed and walked out of the stall a resigned, but somehow mischievous look in his eyes.

“Man” he exclaimed with a stretch, “I need a shower, good thing the girls locker room has one”

He then unashamedly pulled down his pants, leaving only a jock strap, stepping into shower stall he pulled off the strap and tossed it over his shoulder.

Not bothering to pull the curtain he began to wash and watching him Desiree got aroused. She pulled off her clothes, feeling giddy as the chilly evening air teased her now hardened nipples.

She snuck bağdat caddesi escort quietly up behind him and gave his butt a squeeze. He turned around in (mock?) surprise and before he could say something she put her finger lightly on his lips, placing the middle finger of her other hand squarely on his chest pushing him back into the shower, placing herself directly under the water.

His back hit the stall wall with a soft thud and Desiree leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. They continued kissing and their bodies got closer and closer, a twisted form in the oncoming twilight, shaded in steam and desire.

Her breasts pressed against his chest and the friction was fantastic, sliding with the soap he had already lathered on his chest, reminding her a bit of his…

“Come out of here” Desiree said, when the water started getting cold. They moved to the next stall and miraculously the water was as hot as ever.

They continued their passionate embrace and suddenly Desiree felt something rubbing against her stomach and she grabbed a hold of it. He moaned with delight into her mouth and the vibrations felt weird on her lips, but she liked it.

Desiree, now pressed up bostancı escort against the side of the stall, now directly in the stream of water but dripping with steamy liquid slowly.

Frank then leaned down and wrapped his hand around her thigh and lifted it up a little, making sure she was on balance. Then leaned forward lifted her leg slightly more and positioned his throbbing cock at the entrance to her waiting hole.

Like an explorer delving into an impressive find, he entered her. The incredibly tight feeling was so unbelievable that Frank groaned so hard that she almost thought he was cumming.

He slowly thrusted in and out, putting slightly more of his cock in each time.

When he had two inches in Desiree began to get the most heightened sense of pleasure she had ever experienced.

As he slowly worked in the rest thrusting harder and harder each time, both their muscles rippled with intensity.

He leaned over to her neck and began to nibble on it sending shivers down her spine. Buried all the way inside of her, the heat was tremendous and his chest glistened with sweat.

Overcome with feeling Desiree could feel his thrusts getting more and more desperate as he fucked her without control. Suddenly his balls drew tight, he thrust one last time, and realizing for one second the situation he pulled out in the nick of time.

He shot his load and it dribbled down her leg and they lay at the bottom of the shower stall panting.

They calmed down and looked into each other’s eyes. An understanding passed between them and Desiree placed her head on Frank’s chest, and began to dream.

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It was a chilly night in November, the football team sucked a big one but Mike just went to hang out with his friends, and watch Stacia cheer in front of the stands. She was beautiful. They had known each other for as long as they both could remember. High School had been harsh on both of them. Stacia had just got out of a long term relationship and Mike had just had a few short-timers.

Stacia was still a virgin, an extremely sexy one. She was about 5’6” tall and probably about 105 lbs. She had beautiful blonde hair just past her shoulders, and the smoothest, sexiest tan legs. One of the things that made Mike squirm the most was Stacia’s lips. Her lips were perfect. Mike had fantasized about her lips since he started fantasizing about anything.

It was halftime and Mike decided to go get a drink at the concession stand and he saw Stacia standing alone at the back of the line. Mike joined her and they talked a little bit about what was happening with people at school, just the latest gossip. Just before Mike was about to return to his seat Stacia told him that she did not have a ride home from the game, her mom had her car for some reason, so she needed a ride. Mike happily agreed and returned to his seat.

After the game Mike went to his Chevy Blazer and pulled it up to the exit from the stadium and waited for the beautiful blonde, slim cheerleader. After about 5 minutes of watching her talk with some of her friends she skipped to the vehicle.

“Hey! I’m ready”, Stacia said as she got in the car. Mike started down the road and they listened to the radio and talked some more. Finally, Mike decided this was the time to admit his—for lack of a better word—crush on Stacia.

“You know, Stacia, I’ve always wanted to tell you what I think of you”

“Yeah? Well what do you think?”, she said with a smile.

“Well, you’re just so nice to everyone and so beautiful, and I’ve always admired you, you know, ever since I’ve known you I guess.”

“Awwwww, Mike”, she giggled a little bit, “I know how you feel.”

“What do you mean by that?”, he said with an anxious look.

“Well, I’ve felt pretty much the same way about you for a long time”, she smiled.

“Really!?”, he exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah”, she said blushing a little.

“That’s really weird, I expected to get shot down or laughed at, this is great!”

She giggled a little bit and thought about what üsküdar escort was happening and told Mike that she was a little bit hungry. They talked about their newfound emotions for each other as Mike drove to Sonic. Mike bought Stacia what she wanted and he just got a Coke.

Stacia lived out of town on a dirt road, so Mike started that way. It was about a 20-minute drive from where they were. Stacia took some ketchup and smeared it on Mike’s face.

“Hey! What the…”

Stacia giggled as Mike turned his vehicle onto the dirt road, “Oops, it looks like you have something on your cheek.” Stacia leaned over and slowly licked it off.

Mike shivered and pulled over. He turned his head to her and softly kissed her lips. He had been hauling something in the back of his Blazer earlier that day, so he had the back seat folded down. He remembered this and motioned for her to crawl in the back. He followed close. They laid down facing each other and he kissed her again. She slipped her tongue between his lips and he massaged it with his. Mike slid his hand around her waist and pulled her cheerleading skirt up and put his hand on her ass. With the other hand, he slid it under her right side and pulled her on top of him.

Stacia rested her body on Mike’s waist as they passionately made out. Mike placed both of his hands on her beautiful ass and massaged it. Stacia’s hands made their way to the top of Mike’s hands and she squeezed, too.

Stacia stopped kissing him and bit her bottom lip as she slid his shirt off him. Mike slid his hands up her cheerleading top and slid it off. She was wearing a white sports bra underneath. With one hand he helped her slide her bra off and with the other he massaged her slightly damp, tight virgin pussy through her cheerleading panties. She slid her hand down and helped him massage her pussy, and at the same time she unbuttoned his jeans.

Once she had them unzipped, she slid her body down and pulled his shoes off and then his jeans. She slithered back up and Mike couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful body. Stacia slid his boxers down and off and began to work his cock, which was as hard as a rock by now, with her hand. Mike stared at the ceiling of his Blazer while she jacked him off slowly. His breathing picked up and finally he looked down to see that the lips that he had fantasized for so şerifali escort many years were about to take his cock between him. His heart rate increased in anticipation and finally she slid his cock into her mouth and started to suck.

Mike could tell that Stacia had some experience in this field, and he was grateful. Stacia slid her head up and down on Mike’s cock, taking in as much as she could handle and sucked with all her might. She used her hand to massage is balls. Stacia took his cock out of her mouth and licked up and down all of it’s sides and licked down and started to suck and lick his balls, one by one. This put Mike over the edge, he began to moan loudly and breath extremely hard. She jacked him off hard as she worked his balls with her mouth. Mike ran his fingers through her beautiful blonde hair. Stacia licked back up and took his cock back into her mouth and kept jacking it off. Finally, Mike shot the most violent load of cum he had ever unloaded, deep into her throat. She swallowed it happily and smiled at him.

Stacia crawled up his body and rested on him and kissed him.

“Stacia, baby, that was unbelievable”

“He he, Mikey, it’s not over”, she told him.

This made Mike’s cock grow for the second time nearly instantly. He reached around Stacia’s cheerleading skirt and unzipped it. He crawled up on top of her and went down and slid her soaked panties off. Mike began to lick her tasty wet virgin pussy and she began to moan loudly. She grasped his hair in both hands as he slid his middle finger into her pussy until he brushed up against her cherry. He smiled. Mike began to work her pussy with his middle finger as he took her clit between his lips and worked it with his tongue and lips. After a while, Mike licked his index finger and tried to slide it into her wet pussy. He was amazed to find that even thought she was so wet, he could not get a second finger in her!

Mike realized that his cock was at least the width of three of his own fingers. He wondered how hard it would be to open up this virgin hole. He licked and fingered her until she screeched and came all over his fingers.

Mike crawled up on top of her and kissed her passionately as he slid the bottom of his cock up and down on her clit. Then, he rested the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy and stared deeply into her eyes. He slowly slid the head of his cock into her pussy and she started to moan. He worked the head in and out of her about 10 times before he slid another inch into her. She moaned louder. After another 10 pumps he slid the rest of his cock in, feeling her cherry tear apart.

Stacia screamed loud and grabbed Mike’s ass hard. She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and didn’t bother to wipe it. She could feel his massive cock slide into her pussy. She felt him fill up her tight hole. She was overcome by pain and pleasure and she didn’t care about anything but Mike’s cock filling her up. She moved her hips up to meet Mike’s cock. After a good 5 minutes of Mike working her. His cock was all the way in her.

Stacia breathed heavily and looked into Mike’s eyes, trying with her hands to pull him in deeper. Mike left his cock as far in her as he could get it for about a minute, he moved it a few millimeters every few seconds. Finally, he pulled it out all the way and slid it back in. Stacia rested her head on the floor and stared up. Mike pumped her pussy very slowly. Stacia was moaning loudly.

Mike was so amazed at how tight her pussy was. It wrapped around his cock like a glove, a very tight glove. His eyes rolled back into his skull. The pleasure her tighter than tight, recently virgin pussy was bringing him was 20 on a scale of 1-10. He began to pick up speed, sliding his cock deep into her and back out. He could hear her moaning loudly.

“Mike! Go faster baby”, she cried out.

Stacia could feel the pressure every time he slid his cock into her. She moaned loudly every time he reached the limit of her depths. Stacia met Mike’s pumps by moving her hips every time. She started breathing more heavily and slammed her body up bringing his cock deeper than it had been before and she cummed hard, covering mike’s cock.

Mike could feel her hot cum all over him and it took him the rest of the way. He slammed his cock deeper into her a few times and shot his load deep into her tight pussy. She screamed and moaned as Mike collapsed onto her petite, tan, beautiful body. She kissed him all over. Mike lay there breathing heavily, catching his breath while Stacia patted his cock as it softened. Stacia’s pussy leaked cum out all over. The windows on the vehicle were fogged up all the way. It was really late.

Stacia and Mike got dressed and they finished their trip back to Stacia’s house. Once they got there, Mike kissed her passionately and she told him to come over tomorrow. Mike smiled and drove off; he was the happiest man alive.

Stacia couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt having Mike’s cock deep inside her. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow when Mike would come over.

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