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Chapter 13: Utah – “Love me For Better”

“Hello” came the sleepy voice at the other end of the line.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s late but I just listened to a message from a Tyler McGee. He called using your phone.”

The man at the other end replied after clearing his voice. “Yep, I think that’s the name of the young man in my barn. Didn’t catch the last name but he called himself Tyler.”

“Can I speak to him?”

It’s late, Missy. I’m not getting him now. The boy is probably fast asleep.”

“I’m sorry,” she said for a second time. “Would it be too much for you to call me back in the morning?”

“I can do that. What did you say your name was?”

“Destiny. Destiny Williams.”

“It’ll be early. Probably about 5 AM.”

“That will be perfect.” She paused thinking. “Can you tell me anything about Tyler? Did he just show up at your door?”

“Nope, we saw him getting pulled out of a car. A lady left him. She just pulled him out of her trunk and left him by the side of the road. Then she drove off.”

“You didn’t happen to get a plate did you?”

“Nope. The car was too far away. Sorry, lady but I need to sleep. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Thank you. Thanks so much for taking my call.”

…………………………………..

“She did what?” Maria exclaimed.

“Yanked him out of the car. That’s what he said. What do you make of it?”

“I have no idea. I don’t know what to tell you. I think you should call your detective friend.”

“I was wondering if I should. I am wondering if I should fly out there so I can talk to that farmer alone?”

“I think you should call the detective. Don’t go doing something stupid.”

“But what if he ran off with Nya!?” She yelled. “What if he did the same thing he did with Rachel?”

Maria answered in as calm a voice as she could summon. She could tell her friend was getting worked up over things that might be true. “Call the detective, Destiny.”

Sounding as dejected as ever she answered. “OK, I will. I’ll call him now.”

“That would be best, Destiny. This is what these people do every day. You need to trust this man. He’ll let you know if it’s wise to fly or better to wait until the authorities apprehend Tyler.”

……………………..

After a brief conversation with Detective Wilson, they drew several conclusions. First, Tyler indeed was missing. Two, there was confirming evidence that Nya Stallworth was somehow involved and remained a person of interest. Three, as far as video evidence demonstrated, there was no indication of a forced abduction. Therefore, no crime had been committed. It was because of this last reason, Detective Wilson consented to allow Destiny to fly to Utah without police involvement. She had expressed a desire to speak with the farmer alone. Afterward, she intended to talk with Tyler alone.

“Just make sure you bring him here when you return.”

……………………..

The farmer called that morning. Their conversation remained brief. Destiny boarded a 6:20 AM flight to Salt Lake. Even with the early departure, it would take until early afternoon before she would reach Eskdale.

“If you could just keep our conversation private, I would appreciate this. I would like to talk to you again before I talk to him.”

Destiny thought he heard the man chuckle. “Sure thing, Missy.”

………………………….

Mr. Thomas was a white-haired and bearded man in his 70s. He reminded Destiny of what Moses may have looked like while leading the Israelites in the desert. His beard was thick and at least six inches in length. It was so white it appeared to glow.

Mr. Thomas was polite yet direct. Destiny appreciated the way he answered her questions. She could see he was telling the truth. He had nothing to hide.

“As I told you on the phone, this black car came by around noon. We don’t get much traffic around here, so the sound of an engine idling got our attention. My wife and I saw it from the front window. A dark-skinned lady, about your color, got out and pulled your friend out of the trunk. She rolled him off to the side of the road and then drove off that way.” He pointed to his left.

From the front porch, Destiny understood why he couldn’t see the plate number. The dirt drive from the road to his home was at least 100 yards.

“That fellow was sound asleep when we got to him. I rolled him onto a blanket and then slid him up into one of my wagons. He’s a heavy one. My wife and I, couldn’t get him to wake but we could see he was breathing just fine. There are no doctors out here so, we kept him in the shade of the tree over there. We just sat and waited. He woke a couple of hours later. Your friend seems like a nice young man.”

“And he didn’t tell you anything about who that lady was or why he ended up here?”

“No, he seemed pretty disoriented. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know. I don’t blame him for not telling us anything. He pretty much kept to himself. We gave him some food and Bakırköy escort told him if he wanted to stay the night, he had to stay in the barn. The only thing he wanted was to use my phone to call you.” He held up a flip-phone that looked as if it had been around since the 1990s.

“And you say he’s around here?”

“He took a walk down that path about an hour ago. There’s a nice view from up top that little rise. If he’s not up there, he’s probably on his way back.”

Destiny looked at the small hill no more than half a mile away. “Thanks, Mr. Thomas. Thanks so much.”

She smiled when his eyes dropped toward her chest and then shot back up.

Mr. Thomas grinned. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner. We live simply out here but we will feed you if you want to stay that long. Dinner is at six.”

……………………………

She found Tyler seated on a small boulder facing in the opposite direction. He jumped to his feet when seeing her crest the rise.

“Destiny!” He exclaimed and ran to embrace her.

Holding up a hand, she halted his forward progress. Speaking in an unemotional tone she said, “It’s good to see your alive, Tyler, but I don’t need a hug. Thanks anyway.”

It was a cold and distant voice that sent a chill up his spine. She had used that same tone during the days after the Rachel incident. “Destiny, I didn’t run away with anyone. I can tell you’re thinking I did, but you’re wrong. I didn’t. She took me. I’ve been her prisoner for more than a week.”

“Who took you. Who are you talking about?” She asked guardedly.

“Nya. Nya, the girl from high school. One of Bree’s girls.”

Destiny couldn’t suppress her anger. “So it was her! It was that bitch! And how in the hell did she know where we lived!?”

Tyler bowed his head and then looked back up. “I told her.” He watched Destiny’s nostrils flare in anger. “That day you went back to the high school and left me in the car …. she spotted me. We talked while you were inside.”

“You bastard! And you didn’t have the dignity to tell me!?”

“I was afraid. I knew you would be furious.”

“You’re damn right! You piece of shit! I can’t believe you did this!” Her voice suddenly changed to that of a sarcastic little girl. She became very expressive in a demeaning/cutesy sort of way. “And you thought it would be best to let her know exactly where you lived. How convenient! And I can see you set up a nice little time for your rendezvous when little Destiny was out and about and wouldn’t be around to catch you.” She turned away after glaring at him menacingly.

“Wait, Destiny! Please don’t leave. It’s not what you think. That’s not what happened. None of that is true!”

She paused but stood with her back to him and waited.

“I told her where I lived. She tricked me. At first, I told her we lived in Lincoln Knolls. She acted shocked and said she lived nearby, like within a few miles. I believed her. When she asked what street, I told her. As soon as I did, I knew I had said too much. I made a mistake. And yes, I should have told you. But I was afraid. I was afraid you’d kill me. I knew you would punish me. That’s why I kept our conversation to myself. But I didn’t tell her because I wanted her to come over. I made an innocent mistake. It was Nya who lied. She lied about where she lived and I fell for it.”

Destiny listened and slowly turned around. “I’m listening.”

“She came to the door wearing one of those stupid Mr. potato noses. I knew who she was right away. She made me laugh. As soon as I let her in, she went straight to the kitchen and got a glass of wine. She slipped a drug in my glass. We talked and then she asked if I would go outside and listen to her car because something wasn’t sounding right. I wasn’t feeling so good by then – I felt so sleepy. The last thing I remember was sitting in the passenger seat listening to her trying to start the car.”

“That’s all I remember. Next thing I knew I was at her house, naked and tied to the floor. She kept me handcuffed with my hands behind my back. She put a big chain around my neck and kept me padlocked to the bed. Whenever I got to use the bathroom or go anywhere, she chained me to something. She had these anchors everywhere.”

“She kept me hard too. Even though my mouth was taped, she shoved little blue pills in through a tiny hole in the tape. I couldn’t do anything to stop her. I tried pushing my tongue against the pill to keep it out of my mouth, it would eventually dissolve and do its thing.”

Destiny asked in a subdued, but still guarded voice. “So you two had sex?”

Tyler nodded. “But it was one-way, Destiny. I didn’t want it. She did. She had me strapped down. She kept me hard and I couldn’t turn away. I couldn’t do anything. I kept thinking about other things while she was doing it. He couldn’t bring himself to use the f-word, “She’d do it with my mouth taped because if it wasn’t, I told her this should be with you and not her. Anytime I said anything like that, she’d get escort bayan pissed and retape my mouth before going back to what she was doing. Sometimes she even gave me more of the Viagra just to prove a point.”

Tyler openly cried. Destiny saw the hurt in his face while confessing.

Dez asked. “Are you telling me the truth? Is this what really happened?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “Yes, it is” He answered with the most pleading of voices. “She told me her plan – the drug, the glasses, the wiping of her fingerprints from the kitchen, her taking the wine and glasses with her, the fake license plate, the direction she drove to throw off where she lived, the borrowed car. She told me everything. After learning about all she did, I didn’t believe I was going to be found. Her plan sounded well-thought-out.”

“But why? Why did she do this?”

“She still had a crush on me. I had become her obsession. I was her, ‘once in a lifetime’ lover, I guess. That’s what she told me.”

Destiny was about to say something but Tyler cut her short.

“Let me finish. I need to get this out. You need to know I’m not hiding things from you. I’ve messed up enough already.”

“Go on.”

“We pretty much had one-way sex for a week. You need to know I did everything I could to let her know I wanted to be with you. I kept bringing your name up. She didn’t want to hear about you. She kept taping my mouth whenever I mentioned your name or reminded her how wrong this all was. I kept telling her that despite what she was doing, she could never change my heart.”

“She saw I wasn’t going to play her game. I made it as clear as day I wasn’t into the sex. I think the sex felt pretty empty for her. Eventually, she started to listen. She started listening to what I kept telling her. She realized I wasn’t going to change. After about a week she told me why she wanted me. Destiny, she’s messed up in the head. She’s had too many broken relationships. Too many people have told her they loved her when all they wanted was her body. I was the one guy who never did. I didn’t tell her I loved her but I never hurt her. I’m the one who made her feel loved. She knew I wouldn’t take advantage of her. And, I was her first. That probably had a lot to do her feelings for me too. That’s why she took me.”

“Destiny, I don’t want to hurt you but I know you want the truth.”

“That’s what I want.”

“Ok then. Here comes the hard part.” Tyler swallowed hard. “She only agreed to let me go after I agreed to have consensual sex with her. I agreed to be that guy. We made love for a long time. I did everything I could to make her feel loved. But I don’t love her. I have never loved her. I only did what she wanted because it was my ticket home.”

“I kept telling myself I could do this because it was my way out of there. I kept telling myself it was ok to do it since it was a means to an end.”

“Goddess, I held out for 10 days before agreeing. I thought police would find me, but no one came. I had no other choice. It was either that or stay with her.”

Tyler sunk to his knees. He now cried openly. “I am so sorry for everything. This could have all been avoided if I had only kept my mouth shut about where we lived.” He held up his hands begging for mercy. “I know what you’re thinking. I know you think I ran off with her. I know you think this is Rachel all over again, but it’s not. It’s not that way at all. Please believe me. Please believe me, Destiny. I’m begging you. I’m begging you.”

Destiny looked down at him. He had become as much of an emotional mess as she. “I want to believe you.”

Taking a seat, she rested her back against a boulder. “For the past week, I’ve been telling myself you and Nya left as part of a plan.”

Tyler adamantly shook his head.

“Ever since you left, I have hated you because of that. I’m not even sure why I made the trip out here. Mostly it was so I could talk to Mr. Thomas and get his take on what he knew.”

It was all Tyler could do to not talk. He watched her make doodle marks in the sand. Eventually, she looked at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more pain than while going through this experience.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I couldn’t believe you would do such a thing to me. It tore my heart thinking you had.”

She stopped talking. Her sobs made talking almost impossible.

“It was the video, Tyler. It looked like you two were having fun, that you left on your own accord. I didn’t see any reservation in you doing anything with her. God, that hurt to see.”

“But you do see, don’t you?”

It was then when Destiny opened her arms and nodded in affirmation. Tyler came to her. Together they cried tears of relief.

“I love you, My Tyler. I love you so much!”

“And I love you, Goddess.”

Together they hugged and cried and kissed and forgave.

With Tyler still in her arms, Destiny looked around. “It’s beautiful here. I climbed this stupid hill to find you and haven’t even noticed how pretty the dessert escort rus is.”

Tyler laughed awkwardly. “It is. I love you,” he stated and kissed her neck. “Will you take me as your slave again?”

Destiny smiled a million-dollar smile. Even though she looked terrible, she looked so immensely beautiful. “I will. But don’t you ever do doing something on your own without letting me know.”

Tyler nodded. “Ok. I won’t. Promise. Never again.”

“I can’t believe you had to go through all of that with her.”

“I’ve forgiven her. I know what she did was wrong but I’ve forgiven her. She was looking for love. That’s all.”

“I don’t know that I can forgive her. She needs to pay for what she did.”

“You’d have to find her first. I have no idea where she lives.”

“Utah would be the place I’d start looking first,” Destiny said.

“Utah is a big place. She put me in the back of her car and told me to drink. Next thing I remember is seeing ole Moses staring at me.”

Destiny giggled. “He DOES look like Moses. I thought the same thing!”

They both laughed.

“Moses invited us to dinner.”

“Did you take him up on it?”

“Not yet. I’m thinking we should stay and be hospitable.”

“He’s got a nice place to bunk down if you want to enjoy his overnight accommodations,” Tyler added.

“Really?”

“We can do it in the hay. What do you think?”

“We’re just doing dinner. We need to get back to civilization, and we need to keep talking.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Tyler stood and held out his hand to help her stand. “Have I ever told you, you are the prettiest girl in the whole wide world?”

Destiny smiled. “I don’t think you have.”

“Well, you are. You are that and more. You’re as beautiful as the gods.”

“That sounds nice. How about I be your god. You can call me Goddess.”

They both chuckled.

“C’mon, let’s head back. Time is getting on.”

………………………….

By the time they arrived at the airport hotel both she and Tyler were physically and emotionally exhausted. Not only had Destiny been up since the crack of dawn but their day had been filled with the stressors surrounding his absence and their mutual desire to reconcile.

Indeed, it had been a hard day but it had also been a good one. It had been a day of talking. It had been a day to put aside assumptions and beliefs and accept the truth as it was.

But most important of all, this had been a day to forgive and be forgiven. It had been a day for Tyler to ask forgiveness from the woman he loved more than anyone. It was also time for Destiny to forgive Tyler for thinking the worst and not giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Late that night, and after showering, they slipped between the plush cotton sheets.

“Just hold me, my slave.”

Hearing her command coming so naturally from her lips lifted Tyler’s spirit. He needed to hear her speak to him in this way. It felt good knowing she thought of him as her slave. It felt even better to be accepted. He had no greater fear than the fear of Destiny not trusting him. Having her call him her slave was verification she had opened her heart once again.

“I was hoping you would want me to hold you.”

Tyler slipped an arm under her neck and brought the other over and around to her chest. That hand gripped hold of the most luscious of breasts.

Destiny sighed a sigh of contentment. She felt loved. She felt secure. She felt completed having her man back where he belonged. Although still healing from the events of the past 10 days, she hadn’t lost complete trust in him. Although she doubted him during his absence, and although she remained broken and furious because of what she thought he had done, Tyler had erased her worries when confessing with such sincerity and openness on the hilltop.

She knew him well enough to know when he was being forthright and when he trying to skirt the truth. There had been enough times in their relationship for her to realize when his words and body language were not in alignment. Today, however, was not one. What she witnessed today was a broken man who would have given anything and everything to be back in the loving graces of his goddess. No, it was not Tyler who need it to ask for forgiveness. It was she who needed to consider her own state of mind.

It was Destiny who needed to come to that place where she could completely forgive him and forgive herself for believing so many negative thoughts about his perceived actions.

It wasn’t until they were nearly out of the desert and on their way back to the city when her feelings and emotions got the best of her. It was a humbling experience but one she could no longer harbor. Pulling off to the side of the road, she stopped the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and lunged into Tyler’s arms. Kissing him passionately, she sobbed while her body trembled.

“What’s wrong, Destiny? What’s going on?”

“I need to ask you,” she gulped hard. God, this was hard to say, she thought. “I need to ask you – for your – for your forgiveness.”

“Me, forgive you? Why would I need to forgive you? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I need you to forgive me for all of the horrible thoughts I have been thinking. I need you to forgive me for not trusting you.”

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BRENDA’S MEDICAL VACATION by Brenda

Finally on the way to the airport. My first trip to Europe. I wish my wife was coming with me but she was just dropping me at the Laguardia international terminal. I certainly hoped we would get to go to Europe together and do the normal sightseeing and partying that most couples enjoy, but this was a special trip for me. Actually a medical trip. I was finally getting implants and the price in Poland was much better than in the states. Oh, I hope you don’t get the wrong idea. I am getting Dental Implants. You see, many years ago I lost quite a few teeth in an accident. 12 in all, mostly on top. And I really hated wearing these damn dentures. I haven’t been able to really enjoy eating with them in for years. It would have cost over $22,000 to get them replaced with quality implants in the US. A friend had been to Europe for some medical work recently and after hearing about how much she saved we had to look into it. With some searching online and with the help of a Medical Travel agency in New York, I was able to book the work for about $4,500. USD + another $500 for the travel. That’s pretty good savings and thanks to a successful lawsuit against my former employer I could finally afford it.

My wife Ellie had made most of the arrangements the last couple of weeks while I tended to our new business and got it to a point where it could operate without my being there for the next few weeks. Ellie was also a computer whiz and could easily handle any situations that might arise with our online sales company. She has been wonderful in making the arrangements right down to booking the flight, the dental clinic, and even packing my bags. We joked a bit because of the other services the dental office in Poland offered. One of the highlights was that they had their own 30 room hotel/hospice so there patients could relax in one place without having to travel back and forth to a different hotel. The doctors would always be close by and the staff was all nurses connected to the clinic. They had a pool, spa and restaurant included and it only added about $300 to the fees. The Clinic was a full-service medical center that catered to out of country patients looking mostly for elective services that their other insurance would not cover. Besides dental work, they offered liposuction, Cosmetic surgery including facelifts, implants, and breast reductions, and other services.

As a little background info for you, dear readers, my darling Ellie and I have been married for 30 yrs. we are both 55 years old and have always enjoyed a pretty kinky lifestyle. We both enjoy playing sexually with women and men. I am her subby hubby and she is my loving Mistress. She loves BDSM & caning, I love being her naughty girlfriend as I am also a cross-dresser/tv and love to enjoy my feminine side and often I am quite the sissy gurl.

I was kind of concerned about flying. Well, actually more about the check-in process, because I would be wearing a pretty cami as I do every day under my shirt. I checked my suitcase but did have a small carry-on with a few snacks, my laptop, and a magazine and a couple of disposable diapers. Because I would be sleeping for much of the long flight, a diaper would definitely be needed and I had a thick one and plastic panties on under my pants. This was actually due to some nerve damage to my bladder from an injured back that came with the same accident that I lost so many teeth in. It caused me to have problems with wetting when I slept and I once had to get off a plane in Chicago with wet pants because of it.

Yes, readers, there is a medication that helped the problem, but it had side effects. One side effect was to greatly diminish one’s sex drive. My wife and I decided to stop that medication years ago. She also chose the diaper route as the best option for us. It wasn’t an adult baby kink but I think she enjoyed the extra control over me that it gave her. I hope the TSA screeners don’t notice the bulge in my pants.

We got to the Airport and said our goodbyes. I would be gone almost 3 weeks. We had never been apart this long in 30 years. I certainly wished she was coming along. Thankfully I made it through the check-in without incident and was soon on the plane getting settled in for a long flight. It was actually non-stop to Warsaw so I again listened to my Rosetta Stone Polish tapes and finally fell asleep. I had been assured that the Clinic staff was all fluent in English, but I felt it was best to learn a bit about their language and had been studying a few weeks now.

I was awakened about 5 hours into the 8+ hour flight for dinner. Much better than our domestic airlines. After eating I realized how wet my diaper felt and decided to go change. I grabbed a spare diaper out of my carry -on and tried to hide it as best I could and headed for the restroom. As I passed the flight attendants station I’m certain I saw a knowing glance and a bit of a smirk from the crew. But this story isn’t about the flight. We landed at 8:30 a.m. local time. I beşiktaş escort gathered my bags, cleared customs and was met at the gate by a driver from the Clinic. There was another woman on the way to the clinic as well. We made a bit of small talk during the half-hour ride. Her name was Lois and she was from Dayton Ohio, going to get some cosmetic work done. We wished each other good luck and each went to check in.

The lobby for the guestrooms was separate from the clinic. I introduced myself at the desk as Mr. Matt Bradley, from the USA. The desk clerk greeted me warmly and the check-in went smoothly. I was given directions to my room and a few informational pamphlets and told that I had a 10:30 am meeting with Dr. Woyczek.

I only had about a half hour so I went and checked out the room. It was well appointed with a flat-screen tv, a comfy looking couch, and a desk and a nice big bathroom. The bed was a hospital type bed but it looked comfortable. I wanted to get some coffee before the appointment so I left my suitcase and just took my laptop bag with me. I grabbed a large coffee and headed to the clinic through the door in the hotel lobby.

I went up to the reception desk and introduced myself. “Hiya dear, I’m Matt Bradley to see the doctor about my teeth”. The lady behind the desk was Vella. She was probably about 34, very pretty with lovely red hair and a really great rack. It wasn’t easy to keep focused on her face but I did try hard. She was actually a nurse not a receptionist and had been assigned to me for my stay, as they assign a nurse to oversee every patient during their stay. “I could live with that,” I thought to myself. She handed me a clipboard and asked me to fill out a few questionnaires. I think I blushed a bit when I got to the questions about past health issues and where it asked if there were any problems with incontinence. Probably because I realized I was still wearing my diaper. As I was finishing Vella came to me and leaned over asking for the questionnaires back. I had quite a view when she did. She must have seen where I was looking and asked if I liked what I saw. Looking away quickly I said that I did, but that “I preferred smaller ones myself”. She gave a bit of a laugh and brought the clipboard into what I presume was the doctor’s office.

When she came out she said it would be a few minutes. She asked about my flight and what I thought of the room. I told her I had a great trip and liked the room but didn’t get to see much of it as I had just arrived a little bit ago. “Heck, I didn’t even have a chance to unpack”. She said that it was OK as she would take charge for now and I should go see the doc and do as I was told and I would have a great stay and a beautiful new smile. I headed into Dr. Woyczek’s office thinking about how she said that. Was it her English skills or did she deliberately say it that way? Well, she was pretty hot looking so I don’t mind taking her orders I suppose.

The doctor and I chatted a bit about my health history then he led me to his exam room. He did blood tests and the usual tests one would expect before going into surgery. He said that I would undergo two separate surgeries, one tomorrow and one in 3 days. He took all sorts of mouth x rays, went for a phone call, then came back and took a full mouth impression. He was explaining some of the dental implant procedures to me as it set up. As he removed the appliance with the mold he asked what I thought of Vella. I told him she seems very nice and is certainly very pretty. He asked what I thought of her chest, that his partner, Dr. Olga Zwronsky created it for her. Its the newest advance in breast implants more realistic and healthier than the other types. I told him again that they looked very hot, at least within the confines of her uniform, but that I personally liked smaller breasts. We both chuckled and he asked me to take a seat back in his office as he sent the molds to the lab.

He came back into the office and Vella was with him. He explained that they would do the first step in the operation in the morning at 9:30 am. Vella would see that I was prepped before bedtime and that they wanted me to relax today. He recommended I enjoy a swim and Jacuzzi. He said Vella would be in charge and she would meet me at the spa room in half an hour. As we were leaving the room I told Dr. Woyczek that I didn’t know if my wife packed a swimsuit. That’s when Vella said that she had taken the liberty of unpacking my bags for me while I was meeting with the Dr. and there was not one.

I silently cringed knowing that she would have seen the frilly panties and other female clothing that I know my wife had packed. Partly because I no longer owned any male undergarments. Heck, even most of my jeans and tops were actually woman’s clothing. So now she knew my secrets. Oh Shit. What’s next I thought.

Vella said the hotel keeps extra swimwear handy for guests that forget theirs and she had left a suit on my bed. She said to put taksim escort it on and meet her at the spa. I couldn’t believe it. When I got to my room there was a blue bikini on the bed. A two-piece bikini. Did she really expect me to wear this? Damn it. It is kinda cute though. I went into the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes and wet diaper. I hopped into the shower and cleaned up a bit. Finally, I slipped on the bikini bottom. It was cut full in the back but the front didn’t have enough room for my penis. I had to tuck it just to fit in the panty. I looked down across my now flat fronted crotch and noticed my pink toenails. Well looks like its too late to pretend I’m not girly, might as well put the top on too.

I slipped on the plush hotel robe and some slippers that were in the closet and headed down to the pool room. Vella was already there and dressed in a pretty yellow maillot swimsuit with a skirt that made me swell a bit in my bikini. “Well, let us see how you look Mr. Bradley?” she said with a smirk. There were only 3 or 4 other people at the pool and luckily they weren’t paying us any attention. When I opened the robe Vella said I looked “pretty in blue ” then she laughed and added, “but you don’t fill the top out too well”. “Why couldn’t you get me a mans suit?” I asked and she said that “A real man would have called the desk and requested one. I obviously chose correctly or you would have done that instead of coming here wearing this girly suit.” So, Mister Bradley seems very wrong, what should I call you instead?” After unpacking your things I thought you would be pleased to look pretty for me.”

“Yes Miss Vella, Thank-you. You can call me Brenda miss Vella. Was all I could muster as I fell into my usual submissive role. “That’s okay” Vella said. Your wife had already explained your situation in an email. But I suggest you are on your best behavior while you are here or she will certainly hear about it sissy” The others in the pool turned their attention to us after hearing that and started laughing at me causing me to blush brightly.” Well, let’s hop in the water” she said jumping in first. I did and we swam some laps and headed for the Jacuzzi spa. Wow, those jets felt great on my back. With the jet lag and travel to the airport in NY I was wearing down. I almost fell asleep, but I did keep an eye on the quite attractive Vella.

She was asking me questions but I certainly don’t remember answering them. In fact, I hardly remember what the questions were. I just heard my self babbling from time to time. I would see her laugh at my answers now and then but I have no idea what I was saying.

As we left the Jacuzzi she asked about the tattoo beneath my navel as it was partially showing above my bikini. I told her it was an anniversary gift from my wife a few years ago. She told me to pull my suit a bit lower so she could see it all. I revealed it to her explaining my wife called it my “Sissy Stamp”. There Vella saw my pretty and colorful fairy with a butterfly on each side and the words “Ellie’s Sissy Girl” in a feminine script. It extends down to just above my sissy clitty and Ellie says “its as good as a chastity device because no woman would ever let a man with a sissy tattoo like that ever fuck her”.

Vella laughed at that and told me to shower and meet her back by the pool. I met Vella and she took me to my room and told me to rest for a while and she would come by to take me to dinner in a few hours. I probably fell asleep in about 3 minutes.

“Wake up sleepy one,” said Vella as she gently rocked me back and forth. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I saw Vella in a soft green top that displayed her beautiful assets and a short form-fitting skirt that showed a hint of stocking top. ” Time to go to dinner Brenda. I picked out some clothes for you.” “Why did you call me Brenda” I queried her. “Well Brenda, at the pool you told me that’s what your wife calls you, don’t you remember?” I told her I was so tired before I didn’t remember much from the spa. “Do I have to go by that name here?” I asked. Vella told me that my wife thought I would feel more comfortable that way, so yes, she would be calling me Brenda. She also said I may as well enjoy myself before tomorrows surgery.

She handed me a pink bra and panty set and a pair of really snug Ponte pants that were a light beige color. A pretty maroon top with a tie around the waist and a lace flounce around the collar. She turned around so I could step behind the dressing curtain and have some privacy. I pulled my panties on and tucked properly and put on my bra and the pants and top. The snug pants left a bit of a camel toe and the top was not long enough to cover up.

As I stepped from behind the screen Vella suddenly says ” Now I know why you where those diapers” pointing to the wet spot on the bed. “don’t worry baby, the staff will change the sheets while we go eat”

I put on a pair of flats and she motioned me to the bathroom. “I noticed you didn’t etiler escort bring much make-up so I will help you out a bit.” and she pulled out her makeup from her bag and did my face up a bit. Not too much, just a bit of mascara, eyeshadow and rouge, and some of my own lipstick. I put a couple of earrings in each ear and combed out my hair and we were off to the dining room.

Dinner was excellent, traditional Polish food. The stuffed cabbage was always a fav of mine, and this was the absolute best. “Enjoy it while you can hun, we do have to clean you out before your surgery tomorrow”. “Gee thanks” I replied. During dinner, I had a chance to ask her a few questions. After all, this was getting a bit kinky for just coming here for dental implants.

Vella said that most patients don’t get treated like this but after seeing my clothing and the email from my wife, she talked to the doctor and decided they may as well have some fun. She told me that most of their work was pretty routine and decided it would be nice to have a bit of a change of pace. She said that if I wanted they would just treat me like any of the other patients and forget everything that happened already.

As the waiter brought our dessert I finally looked up at Vella and said “No Vella. This has been nice so far. Please let me be your sissy girlfriend while I am here. I’m sure it will help relieve the stress of the dental work and make for great memories too.” Then I added, “so long as my teeth get done and I have a pretty smile when I leave”. Seeming pleased with my answer, Vella told me how happy she was that I made that decision. “It does get so boring around here at times this will definitely help alleviate it”.

After dessert, I went for a short walk around the clinic grounds and went back to my room. Vella would come by around 9:30 pm to get me ready for the morning.

I booted my computer and Skype’d Ellie. I forgot what I was wearing and she immediately commented on my make-up. I told her about the plane trip and everything I talked to the doctor about here at the clinic. I also asked her why she told them about my dressing and everything. “Look at it this way Brenda” Ellie explained. “You have no male underwear to pack. You have to wear diapers to bed. Your toenails are painted and you have a “sissy stamp” tattoo. They obviously would have noticed something different about you so I decided to warn them about it and see what they said. They wrote to me that it was not a problem for them how I dressed so I thought you might enjoy your trip more this way. Especially since you finally had a chance to go to Europe and couldn’t take your skis with you” she laughed. “So go ahead and have fun and I can’t wait till you get home and see a pretty new you, er I mean your pretty new smile”.

I knew that she just wanted what was best for me and I couldn’t be mad at her for it. We chatted a bit more until Vella was knock on the door and walked right in without waiting for my answer. Ellie asked who came in and Vella came over to the computer to introduce herself.

She informed Ellie that she had to get me ready for the operation and assured her that I was in good hands. As we already knew, there would be some pain expected from the operation. But Vella told Ellie that as she could see in how I was now dressed that they had taken her advice and that, “We will see to it that Brenda has a wonderful time and assured her everything would go smoothly as long as she continues to behave herself. They both smiled at that and Ellie thanked her and said she would email her tomorrow for a progress report. Before signing off Ellie reminded me to be a good girl because she had given Vella, the Dr. and the clinic permission to use whatever means they need to ensure a successful operation and a beautiful new smile for me. I promised I would be and said goodbye.

Vella told me to strip and come into the bathroom. She said that she needed to clean me out and I saw the enema equipment she was taking out of the cabinet. I asked if I couldn’t just take some pills or something and she said flat out “NO”. But, she would give me a pill before bed that would assure I would be absolutely clean by morning. “Now Brenda I said strip and I meant it” she swatted my ass and told me to get my panties off now. It stung my bottom and I was shocked but obeyed immediately.

She ordered me onto all fours and lubed my bottom. I have had a few enemas before but I haven’t seen anything like she was holding. All those tubes and straps and pumps.

“Don’t worry Brenda, I have done this to dozens of patients and no one has died from it yet” she laughed as she slowly pushed the nozzle into my bottom and started pumping a ball. I felt something expand in my bottom and looked up quizzically at the woman who was now tormenting my ass. “Look at the floor not at me Sissy” she commanded with another swat to my bottom. She grabbed another bulb and felt something expanding on the outside of my ass. It was like I was being plugged inside and out. Vella explained that it was a double bardex nozzle and would be preventing anything from leaking until she released it. Soon she added a couple of straps around my thighs and ankles. I was startled and told her not to bind me and tried to squirm away. Not being able to stand. She blocked my way and started spanking my plugged ass.

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My mistress liked to play games with me. Let me rephrase that, she liked to make me play games for her. OK, one more try, she liked to TORMENT me and often used games that were heavily weighed against me to do it.

On Tuesday she told me to be ready for a new game this weekend, and to take care of myself so as not to get sick. She had me take zinc pills to build me resistance to the cold. They tasted terrible, and when I complained, she stuck them up her butt before feeding them to me. So there’s that.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday came and went as per my usual routine. I had managed not to become sick by Friday evening when Mistress arrived. She came home from work with a bag from the local pharmacy. She tossed it to me and commanded I use the saline solution to rinse out my nose and mouth. She also pulled out a gas mask with the eyes blacked out and threw it on the couch. Of course it was for me, was it sensory deprivation? Quite the opposite it turns out.

Normally I’d be making appetizers and dinner for the coming guests, but tonight Mistress told me I would be doing that later, while the guest were here. I was really wondering what I was in for. Soon after 7PM the guests began arriving. I took their coats and other things to put up in the closet. When I went to worship the guest’s feet, as I am normally commanded to do, I was told to heel. Again, new things happening, making me nervous. As they arrived, I noticed they were all wearing thick tights. Since it was over 100 degrees that day, my curiosity grew. And they were all very bold or brightly colored, interesting.

The last guest arrived a little after 7:20 and once I put their things in the closet I kneeled face down as required. There were 6 women there, I counted as Mistress would want. “Always be aware of the women in the room, they are your betters.” she would say.

I was sent to my cage while the guests talked and laughed. I could hear individual words here and there, but nothing i could use to help me guess my fate. I heard them mention the mask, but couldn’t get any more clues as to the exact usage. I heard drinks being clinked and bottles uncorked and a lot more laughter.

As the sun set it became darker and darker in my room and cage. It must have been 11 or midnight by the time Mistress came to retrieve me. I had cramped a bit but overall was doing well. As soon as I was removed from the cage, the gas mask was fitted over my head. It was even blacker then in my room. But it finally started!

She attached my leash and lead me to what I assumed was the living room. I could here many voices grow quiet as I entered. I was lead to the center of the room (I could hear and feel their presence). As usual with having guests over, I was completely nude, except for my cage.

Mistress began speaking, ” Slutboy, today we’re playing a new game. Each of my guests, and myself, have removed one of our stockings güngören escort and placed them in this pile to your right. I reached down and felt the lovely feel. Sternly she commanded, “One at a time, I will load a stocking into the holder on the gas mask for 10 seconds. You will then go around to each guest smelling the foot with the stocking still on it. You then will have to match the stocking I loaded to the correct guest. At the end, we’ll remove the gas mask and see how you did.”

“Here’s the scoring and punishment/reward system we’ll use,” she continued. “For each one you get wrong, that’s one trip to the adult book store for a glory hole encounter with a man” For each one you get right, you’ll perform analingus on.” she finished. If you get more than 1 wrong, you will also wear this three inch radius buttplug while giving the strange men blow jobs. The plug didn’t scare me much, as I had worn one almost as big before. What did scare me was the glory hole, I had never had another man in my mouth (or anywhere else).

She began by putting a stocking in the holder. This holder only allowed air to filter through the stocking because it stretched the toe/foot around a ring and the rest was stuffed inside. I now knew why there were so many tights on this hot day, to ensure adequate sweating. Mistress commented, ” I asked each of my friends to wear thick tights and not shower before coming over and of course, no perfume, so the stench would be stronger. It makes it easier for you slave, as she and her friends laughed.”

That first stocking was quite wretched. Corney and bit like vinegar but definitely more corney. After the 10 seconds passed I was directed to each foot one by one. I could identify this one pretty easily.

Next came a familiar smell. I knew immediately my mistresses foot smell. The perfect balance of cheesy, vinegary, with hints of sulfur and ammonia. Just enough to let you know it’s there but not knock you out. When I got to her feet and matched it, Mistress said, “too easy,” with a giggle.

The third one was not very strong at all, stinky, but still dainty. Lightly corny with no vinegar scent. The fourth sniff of guests’ and I was sure I had a match!

Fourth was a bit trickier. It was hard to describe other than VERY cheese like. After going around all the remaining feet I took a wild guess. None of the real feet seemed to smell like the stocking. I was worried.

Fifth was easier again, a nice balance but very pungent with sulfur, which made matching it easy.

Last was difficult, I couldn’t seem to match it. I asked to go around the room again and was allowed. This time I checked all the guests’ feet and to my surprise and displeasure, this stocking seemed to match the third foot I smelled! I had already matched that earlier and now I knew I was in trouble. I had to guess. I switched up one of bağcılar escort the ones I already paired and hoped for the best.

As she unmasked me the bright light blinded me, as I had been in darkness since nightfall. Slowly my vision returned and blurry blobs of color danced before me. As my focus improved I began to see how well, badly rather, I had done. Because they each wore different stocking colors, I could immediately see my score.

I had gotten two right, four wrong, 22.22%. Four strange penises in my mouth in a single night. I was commanded to go to my room as Mistress followed. Once inside she selected a sexy woman’s leather outfit. But first she displayed the buttplug, instructing me to lube it up with my mouth. I tried to get it as wet as possible for my own benefit, but my mouth was dry from not having anything to eat or drink for a while.

She forced it in, not at all slowly, while I gulped hard. She then strapped it into place with a holder device I had to wear. It was a G-string made of bass guitar string that held the plug in place tight. It hurt a bit but I could bear it. I finished getting dressed in my skirt and thigh highs as instructed. Strappy heels and lipstick finished off my look.

It was a quick trip to the book store, which was only a few miles away. Mistress parked two blocks away even though there was ample parking right up front. She was displaying me to everyone, on my leash, in women’s clothes. She stated loudly, “BJ’s for 20, suck and fuck 40!” I saw a couple nasty dudes look over with interest. Two of them started walking my way, tall, fat stinky looking working men. The first one said he’d pay 5, Mistress responded with 10 and a deal was made.

She unzipped him and pulled his cock out. It was limp and she slapped the back of my head and yelled to get started. As I sucked his cock, I felt it grow in my mouth, it was repulsive and salty. He started pushing my head onto his growing cock. I gagged over and over, having never done this before. Mistress pulled out a small spray can and ordered me to open my mouth. She sprayed something down my throat and told me to swallow. It was minty and I soon felt my throat go numb. Minutes later the now rather large cock was down my throat. I was seriously deep-throating this man, porn style. Soon after I felt his whole body tense and knew what was coming (hehe). I tried to get off him but both he and Mistress were pushing my head back and forth to let him finishing my mouth and throat. He pulled out and Mistress immediately put a small piece of duct tape over my mouth. “Don’t want you to waste any protein, Cumslut!” she cruelly laughed. I swallowed his load and begged for her to remove the tape. I was denied until we got inside.

As we walked into the book store, she reached under my skirt to the plug and flipped a switch. To my surprise it also vibrated. merter escort She pulled out her phone and after a few taps I felt it intensify. She had an app for that! (sorry). Walking to the back, toward the ‘movie’ rooms, I felt everyone looking. Mistress proudly proclaimed, “Free glory hole work being done right now! Come one Come All” and she giggled once again.

It took minutes from going into the booth for a huge penis to appear in the large circular hole in the wall. Mistress pushed my head down pointing at the seven-plus inch monster in my face. I began taking it as far as I could. After several futile attempts, she sprayed more of that numbing agent in my mouth. Soon I was taking it like a champion cocksucker. As he tightened up, i tried to mentally prepare for it, but it’s so wrong and gross I just couldn’t. Nevertheless, the warm sticky, badly tasting fluid was in my mouth. “Swallow it, Bitch!” Came from the other side of the wall in a gruff voice. I felt it shrinking as he withdrew slowly, with a final comment, “slurp it all off, clean me up fucker!”

The second cock to appear was much smaller, I had no trouble taking it deep. Before too long he was releasing into my mouth his sweeter, less foul seed. Again I was told and complied with swallowing it.

Three and four were yet a new treat for me (not in a good way). They both appeared simultaneously in the holes opposite each other in the booth, which was only about three feet wide. Suddenly mistress smiles that wicked smile and I worry. “Spin around, I want you prop your ass up here next to this hole so your mouth is still in line with the other hole and his cock.” She removed the plug as I got into place. She told the ‘customers’ to begin whenever they were ready, and they did. I was being double stuffed with two huge cocks.

The one in my mouth was first to tense up, and soon that familiar feel was back. It tasted really badly, very salty and sour, he must not take good care of himself. Judging by his smell, he doesn’t bathe often. Almost immediately after the first was done, the guy slamming my virgin asshole was climaxing, right into my butt. He stayed there when he was done, until he became very soft. As soon as he pulled out, Mistress stuffed the plug back in and secured it. With all the anal stimulation of the large cock and now the vibrator again, I began leaking my own semen into my strap. Soon there was so much it began dripping down, and mistress scooped it and forced it into my mouth with a smile.

She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up and out of the booth quickly. As I tried to rush in my heels, I had a hard time keeping up. Jizz was dripping off my face and around the plug as we left. There was some on my hair and in my beard too. As we drove home, she asked me how I felt about the night. I told her the foot test was rather fun, but the repercussions a bit harsh. She then explained that the four I got wrong had switched stockings mid day to make it more difficult. I told her that I didn’t like he glory hole thing much, as it both emasculated and disgusted me. The last thing she said to me that wasn’t a command was, “Stupid slut slave, we’ll have to do it much more often then. And you owe two lovely women a butt sucking”

That I did.

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After Bobby had cum in his diaper, and I had cum with him for the first time, my whole body screamed to keep doing this, take it as far as my desires went. At first, I believed that just meant ‘make him cum in his diaper even harder’ but I soon learned it involved a whole lot more.

By the time we had dressed and went downstairs, my parents had returned home, yet to my surprise Bobby chose to introduce himself to them as my boyfriend, and that he had a medical condition that required him to wear diapers. I knew how nervous he must have felt saying this by the way he played with his hands at the front of his pants, shielding his diaper, but he wanted to be honest, so there wouldn’t be any serious surprises later.

My parents took it in stride, giving me the impression, they felt proud of me for overlooking Bobby’s embarrassing disability by complimenting me on my choice of boyfriend. It made me want to cringe. Still, I felt proud that Bobby showed such courage in front of my parents that I could not help believing I had some role in unlocking it for him.

Almost getting caught by my parents, and our relationship becoming public knowledge amongst our friends and family in the coming week embarrassed us into not getting too close for a bit. Apart from meeting up before and after school, we kept our dates clean. All the while the looks and touches on our hands and elbows we gave each other only increased our eagerness to take off our pants together.

We got our chance when one morning I did not see Bobby before class. I heard he missed first period too, so I asked him later where he went, to which he replied he had a surprise he wanted to show me.

Once our classes ended, Bobby lead me to the forest in the hills just beyond the boundaries of our neighborhood. He took my hand as we went off the beaten path into a patch of dense brush. We crawled beneath it through a tunnel of twisted leaves and branches. I watched Bobby’s butt; his pants stretched large by his diaper. I listened to it crinkle. It got me excited. We held ourselves back for so long I wondered what he had in mind.

The brush tunnel delivered us to an open space in the middle of the large expanse of shrubs where the sun shined through the tall trees onto the soft ground below. Bobby told me as a kid he explored here a lot, finding cool places like this. I then noticed a big, puffy blanket spread out for us to lie on, which was why Bobby missed class earlier. He wanted to set up a secret place for us to be alone together.

The only way I thought to express my gratitude was to take Bobby’s hand, pull him onto the comfy blanket with me and make out. Our legs entangled as we held each other close. I felt the hardness in Bobby’s diaper against my crotch. I knew then what I wanted to do.

“All that walking, and crawling got my legs sweaty,” I said breaking our long kiss to pull off my pants.

Bobby froze while he watched me reveal my baby blue panties.

“You should take yours off too,” I told him, which was the real goal in order to get another gander at his diaper.

I noticed he wet it quite a bit since he did not get a chance to change it since this morning, but I did not care. I snuggled right up to him with my baby blues touching his diaper.

Bobby could not take his eyes off my panties. He squirmed in his wet diaper trying to stop himself from bursting. I knew all I needed to do was rub my baby blue panties against his bulge, and Bobby would have no choice but to cum in his diaper. I wanted more than that though. I decided to tease him till he wanted that to happen.

“Why don’t we just relax and take a nap for a while,” I said wrapping around his arm and leaning my head against his shoulder.

“S-sure,” Bobby replied, desperate to not sploosh in his diaper too soon.

When I felt sure he closed his eyes, I unbuttoned my blouse within Bobby’s field of vision, just enough to reveal the top of my breasts cupped into my baby blue bra. Then I waited, feeling giddy at every passing second for what would happen next.

Once he opened his eyes, he squeezed my arm while letting out surprised, staggered breathes. Bobby was consumed by the tantalizing sight of my breasts. He even clutched the bulge in his diaper with his free hand in a doomed attempt to not cum in his diaper. I knew that was pointless. Bobby had been on the verge since we laid down on the blanket.

Instead escort bayan of waiting for him to want it to happen, I decided to let him get the most out of his inevitable cummie diaper. (I loved how cute ‘cummie diaper’ sounded.) I guided his hand that gripped my arm up to my chest. He slipped it beneath my blouse all the while squeezing the hardness in his wet diaper, breathing hard and fast with eyes mesmerized by my breasts. He only got as far as the cup of my baby blue bra before I made him cum in his diaper.

“A…a…a…a…h…h…h!” Bobby moaned in a high pitch stammer like a chugging train.

His bulge rose a little as he squirted once, twice and a third time into his diaper. He removed his hand from my blouse, rolling over on his side to clutch both hands against his diaper like he needed to pee, but I knew it was because he thought I was too much for him despite the control he showed till now. My panties and my baby blue bra were enough to make him give in to me. All the confidence he showed till now got erased by one cummie diaper.

I switched onto my side just far enough apart to not press against his back. I needed to give him a moment to recover from how hard I made him squirt into his diaper. I waited till his breathes steadied and his shoulders loosened up. He still held his hands to his cummie diaper, but he no longer squeezed it like a painful wound.

I ventured to rest my hand on his shoulder asking, “How do you feel?”

“I…feel…in…” his said in between still catching his breath, “…my diaper…” He repeated, “…my diaper…”

I forgot what he said next hearing the echo, “My diaper. My diaper,” inside my head. It sent a jolt of ecstasy through my body so intense my hand wandered down to my panties and slipped beneath it to follow where this pleasure was taking me.

“Bobby, can you do me a huge favor?” I asked, “Can you keep saying, ‘My diaper?'”

He obliged, not knowing what I was doing yet, but he caught on while I had my eyes closed, losing myself in unbridled joy. I’m sure the chance to pleasure me would make him feel better. He continued saying it as he rolled me onto my back, and ever so slow kissed me from my forehead on down repeating, “My diaper,” kissing my cheek, “my diaper,” kissing my neck till he reached my blouse.

He kissed my lips, ever so gentle, while unbuttoning it till, he fully exposed my breasts heaving up and down in my baby blue bra as my breathes quickened along with my hand down my panties.

I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, mouth open in aw, and it did not go unnoticed that the bulge returned in his cummie diaper. I smiled, reaching out my free hand to stroke it, catching Bobby off guard.

He looked me in the eyes, and in the sweetest, pleading voice possible, I said, “Join me.”

He knew what I meant, leaning over me with one hand on the blanket and the other replacing mine, so he could rub the hardness in his cummie diaper.

Since Bobby went along with me, my excitement grew till I sensed my climax rushing toward me. I glanced at Bobby’s eyes, which he kept opening and closing to stare at my boobs puffing up and down in my baby blue bra. I grinned at how transfixed he was by my breasts that I knew by now meant he would soon cum in his diaper.

I thought of a way to get the most pleasure out of my climax and make Bobby really want to cum in his diaper.

“Bobby,” I said high pitched and pleading to rouse him further, “I’m gonna cum. Please, look at my boobies.”

His eyes shot open, staring at my breasts as he stroked the front of his diaper ever faster.

“Is masturbating to my boobies gonna make you cum in your diaper?” I asked.

“YES!”

“Then…please…Bobby, say, ‘My diaper,’ when you do.”

He gave me a furious head nod.

His reassurance pushed me ever the edge. My back arched, and I clenched the fingers inside me tight upon wave after wave of euphoria over taking me. Bobby went right along with me. I believed I heard the sound of Bobby cumming in his diaper while he shouted: Squirt. “My diaper!” Squirt. “My diaper!” Squirt. “My diaper!”

After he finished squirting into his cummie diaper for the second time, he collapsed on top of my breasts like they were pillows relieved from all the intense pleasure in his wet diaper.

I played with his hair while he recovered telling him, “You were fantastic, escort istanbul Bobby.”

I kept thinking how I could never do this with any other boy because of the mess it would make. Bobby’s wet cummie diaper made this possible, and it bamboozled me how much his diaper turned me on.

When he at last rolled off my comfy breasts, I saw new darkened spots and how much thicker his diaper got since we arrived. Bobby had not just cum in his diaper, he had to wet it a couple of times as well. His diaper had to absorb a lot since this morning to set all this up for me, and I noticed the tapes on his diaper also loosened a bit from when he masturbated to my breasts. It’s like his diaper punished him for receiving pleasure from me.

“How’s your diaper?” I asked, regretting even saying anything because it didn’t seem like my business.

Bobby checked the front of his diaper. He looked surprised at how much he wet it, and his hand kept touching his tapes like he worried they might come undone at any moment.

“I…I really need to get it changed,” he at last told me looking away.

We got dressed. I could not help noticing how Bobby held up his diaper while he put on his pants.

“You know,” I said, “my panties got pretty wet.”

“Really?” He said, perking up a bit.

“Yeah. Maybe I need to wear a diaper too.”

He laughed at that.

I’m not sure where that idea came from since I at first just wanted to cheer him up, but it refused to leave my thoughts even after we made it back to the main trail. What would it be like to wear Bobby’s diapers? Would it make him happy? Upset?

The possibilities swirled in my head as we walked home, hand in hand, but Bobby’s other hand kept adjusting his diaper within his pants. I felt bad for what I did to his diaper: for letting him get it so wet, for making him cum in it so much and encouraging him to masturbate in his diaper to my breasts when it was already so used up.

“Listen,” I told him, “since I live closer, why don’t you leave some fresh diapers at my house in case you need to do a quick change?”

I threw out the first suggestion that came to mind, but he really seemed to consider it.

“Well,” he replied, “you really wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not. I’d be happy to.”

Not long after settling that, Bobby came over with a stack of diapers we decided to keep in my room. However, after that I did not see him as much since he started hanging out with his friends when school ended, which he almost never did till now. I worried he put distance between us because of what happened in the forest, but I convinced myself that wasn’t the case since why else would he leave a stack of his diapers in my bedroom drawer?

The longer I thought about it, the oftener I returned to his diapers. I opened my drawer to see them next to my bras and panties, which I told him to do as a joke to see the blush on his face. I held one of his diapers in my hands for the first time, unable to stop picturing Bobby in it, and me wearing one along with him. I jostled to put it back in my drawer when I realized these thoughts were getting me horny, but the one that kept coming back was: ‘he won’t miss one.’

I took Bobby’s diaper and opened it becoming mesmerized by the sounds of it crinkling. I took off my skirt and panties, and I lay on the soft carpeted floor of my bedroom, ignorant of anything else in the house. I put my bottom on the back of his diaper and pulled the front up over me. I remembered how he had fastened it in place to the best of my memory. When I finished, I stood up to adjust it till it felt right.

I touched it, feeling the way it hugged my butt and groin in such a warm, comforting way I could not help giggling. I fell back onto my bed, kicking my feet in the air from jubilation.

“This feels so good!” I shouted.

I rocked back and forth then rubbed my legs together, feeling Bobby’s diaper against the radiating warmth of my body that escalated my pleasure. My hand found its way to the front of Bobby’s diaper where I stroked it against me, mounting the intensity inside. I told myself to stop, but Bobby’s diaper just felt too good.

I closed my eyes picturing Bobby kissing me and fondling my breast while I cupped it in real life with my free hand. I imagined him cumming in his diaper because of that, but he had enough left over to rub his diaper against bayan escort the one I wore.

“Bobby, I’m gonna cum in your diaper,” I said aloud the same time the strokes of my hand quickened. “Please. Please, Bobby cum in your diaper with me! Ah!”

I hit my climax. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath, but once I opened my eyes, I was horrified to see my mother staring at me; mouth wide open. I forgot to fully close my door, and she must have heard everything.

“Mom!” I said sitting up, panicked. “This is…you see…I…can…” I trailed off unable to think. Before I knew it, I shut down, unable to do anything except cry from guilt, embarrassment and revulsion in myself.

My mother rushed over to me and took me into her arms, not caring what the situation was at all, just that her daughter was crying. I clung to her, emptying my crying heart until I got it all out and calmed down.

When my mother believed I was ready to talk, she asked, “Katy, is there anything you want to say?”

The way she spoke, she was not pressing me for answers. How quick she just accepted the situation gave me courage to tell the truth.

“I…I wanted to try on one of Bobby’s diapers,” I began, “and that sort of encouraged me to…do what I did. Mom,” I added, “is there something wrong with me?”

“There is nothing wrong with you, sweetie,” she told me. “You’re just exploring what you like and who you are, no different than anyone else. If this is what you enjoy then you should do it regardless of what I, or anyone else, including Bobby thinks. However, you should not use Bobby’s diapers without his permission. He needs them, and he trusted you enough to leave them in your care. I think you should show the same trust in him that he shows to you.”

“You’re right, mom,” I said. “I’m gonna tell Bobby when I see him.”

I called up Bobby the next chance I got, telling him there was something important I needed to talk to him about. I arranged a time for him to come over to my house again when we could be alone.

As soon as I closed the door behind him after he arrived, he said, “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”

“What? No!” I said. “Why would you think that?”

“Because of how you looked at me the last time we were together. My wet diaper grossed you out, right? It sagged and came apart because I lusted after you. I know you were just being nice letting me keep some here just so you wouldn’t have to see how dirty it got.”

I took his hands in my own, telling him, “That’s not true. I was worried and guilty you felt uncomfortable wetting and…cumming in your diaper because of me.”

“My diaper…really doesn’t bother you at all?”

“Of course not, silly.”

He hugged me. “Thank you, Katy. That makes me feel so much better.”

“There is something I have to confess to you. Is it okay if we go up to my room?”

Once I reassured myself my door was closed this time, Bobby and I sat on my bed where I spilled the beans about what happened.

“You see, I…put on one of your diapers. It felt so good to wear it that I…I masturbated in it.” I stared down at the floor. “I want to wear your diapers and seeing you in your diaper really turns me on.”

Bobby held my hand, taking it all in, and when I finished, he squeezed it and said, “I see. You know I have to wear diapers, so you can’t just put mine on whenever you feel horny.”

I nodded, still looking down.

But then he added, “Which means we’ll have to buy some diapers just for you.”

I gawked at him unable to believe what he said, but Bobby just grinned and gave a little nod to tell me he was serious.

No sooner did I get that reassurance than the distance between us crumbled, and I tackled him onto my bed, smothering his face in kisses. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, doing the same to my own, so I could thrust my wetting panties into his diaper. We did not even get them fully off, hanging by our ankles as we lost ourselves in a passionate embrace.

The ecstasy inside me climbed and climbed as I rubbed Bobby’s diaper faster and faster, feeling my climax emerging as our faces rested cheek to cheek.

“Katy,” I heard Bobby say, “I’m…I’m…gonna cum…in…in…my diaper…MY DIAPER!”

I loved that he remembered what got me off because that was enough to push me over the edge along with Bobby. I felt his new cummie diaper shaking against my panties as he squirted, and squirted again, into his diaper while holding on to me for dear life because of the awesome euphoria I gave him.

I held him just the same way enthralled by our entangled passions. Soon I would get to wear diapers with Bobby.

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It was time for me to face the truth; I was not the young man I once was. I had let myself go and just didn’t feel good anymore, so I decided to change that. I even tried some sit ups. I knew it would take more then that, but I was never one to go to the gym and work out. I had to find something else. A friend at work knew of my struggle and suggested bike riding. I laughed. I was so out of shape I wouldn’t make it across the parking lot.

After two weeks I was doing pretty good I thought. I was eating better and had cut back on my drinking some. I was getting better with the sit-ups too, but there wasn’t much change. I knew running would kill my shins and knee’s, and the gym was still not for me. The bike riding crossed my mind again. I really didn’t see how bike riding was going to help me. At least it would be easy to do.

I started to ride every day, not far at first, then further, and further as the days progressed. By now I felt I was ready to go to the park that was near by. I checked out the many trails they had and I found out just how hard they were. The flat trails were good. The dips were fast and the inclines were bad, I had to walk them. So I found my new goal, small it may be, it was mine.

I rode every day before work, building up myself to meet my challenge. The more I rode the better I felt, and my friends could see a change in me also. I got to the point to where I would ride my bike to the park rather then haul it on the bike rack. After a few weeks of riding I started to see the same people everyday while riding. We would nod in passing but I never really took time to talk to them.

Less then a week later was when I saw a new face, or back as it were. She came riding past me in a flash and rode on. She looked very tight in her bike shorts and had long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. I knew I would have never caught her, but the thought did cross my mind, as well as other thoughts. As the weeks passed I got leaner and in better shape. I saw the brunette pass me every time. I was closer to keeping up now, but she still would disappear ahead of me. I rode Bakırköy escort on till I came to a rest point and decided to stop for some water and stretch. Something was off in the trees something moving. Thinking it was a deer, I looked hard to see if it was. It looked more like a person, but there weren’t any trails out in that area. Shrugging it off I went on with my ride.

It was about twenty minutes later when I could hear a rider coming up from the rear. As they approached I moved to one side to let them pass as always, but no one came by. I looked over my shoulder to see the brunette that I had seen pass me before. As I turned my eyes back up the trail she came along side of me.

I nodded and said hi, just trying to be polite. She bluntly asked me, “Were you watching me?” That took me by complete surprise so I slowed and stopped. She could see the puzzled look on my face and said again, “Were you watching me back there at the stop?”

Now I was completely stunned, I finally spoke up and told her I did not know what she was talking about. She saw the look in my eyes and knew I was being honest. From my look she realized just how rude she sounded then told me she had gone off the path to be alone and saw someone watching her.

Then it hit me, and I told her that it was me she had seen, I had stopped for a break then saw movement in the trees and thought it was a deer or something. I had no intention of spying, and apologized. She seemed to calm down at that point.

She asked if I would like to ride with her for a while, I said sure. We rode slow and talked about normal things and got to know about each other. Nothing to in depth but still it was interesting. I told her I ride here just about everyday. She said me it was one of her favorite parks. As we neared the end of the trail I told her I hoped I would see her again.

For the next week I rode everyday in hopes I would catching her, but never did. I began to think I had scared her off. The following week I had a day off and went for my ride about an hour later. I had just got on escort bayan the trail when someone pulled up beside me. I saw it was her. She looked at me and smiled and said, “Well I see I finally found you.” She went on that she had been here just about everyday riding and looking for me. As we talked we worked it out that we were riding at different times, just missing each other. We both rode together for a short distance then she motioned for me to pull up and stop. She said, “I want to show you something.”

Confused I said, “Ok.” She looked behind us to see if the trail was clear, then quickly left the trail into the woods. I quickly followed her. I asked her where we were going, and she turned and placed a finger to her lips to silence me. We pushed our bikes in between the saplings until I couldn’t see the trail anymore. As we neared a small clearing she laid her bike down and took off her helmet. She said, “This is my hiding place.” I laid my bike down beside hers.

As I stood there I could hear nothing but the birds and air moving through the trees. No cars, no people no other noise at all, just nature, I was amazed. As I turned toward her, she was letting her hair down, I did not know just how long and soft it was under her helmet; it hung just past her shoulders.

She looked at me smiling and said, “This is where I take my breaks.” I told her it was better then the bench on the side of the trial and with that she pulled off her shirt reveling a sports bra enclosing a pair of firm tits. She went on to strip off her bike shorts to revel a modest pair of red panties.

She looked at me and laughed, I was standing there staring with my mouth open. She walked toward me saying, “I like to be close to nature.” Wrapping her arms around me our lips met in a deep kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s. I lost all thought of where we were and took to the moment. She shed my clothes down to my boxers in seconds, while kissing wildly over my body.

She stopped, stepped back and held a finger to her lips as before, pointing off to the corner of the escort rus clearing. As I turned to look I saw a doe. When I turned back I saw something more to my liking, she had stripped off the rest of her clothes and was touching herself. My cock was straining at the site of her rubbing and caressing herself. Unleashed, her tits were larger then I thought, her nipples were as big as the tip of my little finger as she squeezed and pinched them. I moved my eyes down and could see her hand rubbing her pussy, she was clean-shaven except for a small patch at the top. Her moist pussy had left her fingers glistening.

She seemed to be in a trance staring at the deer till she looked at me and said, “FUCK ME!” I went to her and she pulled me down onto our clothes. I tried to kiss her and play with her, but she looked at me with an intense look and said, “FUCK ME NOW!” She was ready and wanted it NOW, so I yanked off my shorts and got between her legs. She was on her back holding her thighs to her shoulders with her pussy to open for me. I rubbed the head to wet it then slammed in full stroke making her gasp. She let out a low guttural growl as she hissed out, “MORE!” This girl was an animal and I was enjoying it.

The harder I slammed her the more she liked it. I had her feet up behind her head and her hands had a grip on my ass cheeks driving me in. I was so intent on fucking her I didn’t even move my hands to play with her tits or ass. I saw her tits bouncing with every thrust and wanted to suck them but didn’t. I knew I was not going to last much more. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me in hard and deep and bucking under me trying to pull me in deeper. Her legs were strong from riding and she squeezed me tight.

I shot hard and deep into her wet walls as she orgasmed under me. It was not till we caught our breath did I roll off and lie beside her. As she sat up she took my hand and pulled me up. There at the edge of the clearing was seven doe’s grazing. She turned to me and kissed me, then whispered that it was time to go. We dressed as quietly as we could and slowly stood. To my surprise the deer were still there. We picked up our bikes and made our way to the bike path. As I looked back the deer moved into the area we had just left.

When we got to the trail, she was on her bike and ready to go, turning to say bye, she left as fast as she had shown up.

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Ever since she started high school, Bianca has ridden the same bus with the same driver, being the first one on the route to board and the last one off in the afternoon. She had noticed right away that Chuck, the bus driver, was cute, tall and athletic with red hair and freckles. Not until a few weeks ago, however, had she actually developed the hots for him, and decided to do something about it. For one thing, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday by then, and knew that men would not usually get in trouble for having sex with her, which removed inhibitions she might have otherwise had.

Over the years, she had gotten to know Chuck fairly well. She was sure that, as she grew older and her figure filled out, he found her attractive although he had never expressed his interest. Bianca didn’t know why; perhaps he still thought of her as a child or he might have been afraid he would get in trouble for “taking advantage” of one of his charges. Whatever the reason, the things she had learned in her empowering group, about seizing the initiative and going after what she wanted, had been taken to heart. That was the main impetus for her decision to do something about her own sexual desires and about what she believed were his.

Bianca had made her plans for that Friday afternoon. She had carefully formulated the most plausible story she could, involving heavy traffic, a late start and other delays to explain to her parents why she was late getting home from school. A condom, stolen from their supply, was stashed in her backpack. To facilitate the actual seduction, she had worn panties and bobby socks instead of her more usual pantyhose.

When the last of her schoolmates had left the bus, she raised her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and quickly pulled them off. The cool plastic seat on her naked, young ass gave her a devilish thrill and made her even hornier. Next, she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and stuffed it and the panties into her backpack. After taking out the unwrapped condom and tucking it into the pocket of her skirt, she was ready for action with a minimum of delay. Carrying her backpack, she moved up to the seat directly behind Chuck. This was the seat she had taken every morning for the last few weeks, laying groundwork for that day, and he was not surprised to see her there.

“Hi, Bianca. Nice spring day, isn’t it?”

“Hi, Chuck. It’s a really nice day, but can you pull over please?”

“Why? Is something wrong? Are you sick?” As he spoke, he was looking into the rear-view mirror that enabled him to see the interior of the bus.

“No, I’m fine. I just want to show you something.” She was smiling sweetly at him in the mirror, her green eyes wide open.

Always willing to oblige pretty girls, Chuck pulled over onto the wide shoulder of the road. As he concentrated on maneuvering the bus, Bianca unbuttoned her blouse but held it in place with her hands. She wanted her display to him to be sudden.

With the bus safely parked, Chuck turned sideways in his seat to see what Bianca wanted to show him. She got to her feet, stepped forward to face him and bent over, pulling her blouse open to show off her breasts. They were big, with pretty pink nipples, and Bianca was proud of them. She was slightly less than six feet tall, just the right height to thrust her charms into his face where he could reach up to fondle them if he wanted to, as she earnestly hoped he would.

He did want to. After quickly glancing in both directions for approaching traffic, he reached up and took one of her beautiful breasts in either hand. “Very nice, Bianca. You know, over the years, I’ve watched you develop into a really beautiful and sexy young woman.”

“I’m glad, but I hope you’re ready to do more than just watch.” She parted his legs, got to her knees between them and unzipped his pants, eager to feel his cock in her hands and her mouth.

Chuck stopped her though. “We can’t do anything here. Somebody will come along and see the school bus and think we’re in trouble.”

“There’s an old farm up ahead. Nobody works there anymore and you can pull off the road and behind the barn so anybody driving by won’t see us.” So far, things were going as Bianca had planned, and the unattended farm was an important part of her calculations.

As Chuck pulled back onto the highway and drove to the farm, Bianca knelt on the floor beside him, her hand inside his pants and around his cock. It was fully erect and she loved the feel of its hard roundness. Its size delighted her too; it felt big enough to give her mouth and pussy a really good time but not big enough to be painful.

“Right here,” she told him, and Chuck made a right turn into the weedy driveway and pulled to beşiktaş escort a stop behind the L-shaped barn. He saw that, as Bianca had told him, the bus was completely hidden from the highway.

He turned in his seat again, hoping the pretty young woman would resume what she had started to do, but Bianca stood up and was removing her blouse. “Let’s go to the back seat so we can have more room to stretch out.” Chuck had to agree that was a good idea. That seat, which extended across the end of the bus, was the only place that didn’t have any armrests to get in their way.

Bianca’s blouse joined her backpack on the seat she had just left and Chuck removed his shirt on the way to the rear of the bus, leaving it in the corner of the back seat. As he sat in the middle, Bianca removed his shoes and socks and unfastened his belt and the top button of his pants. Hooking her fingers over their waistband and that of his underwear, she started to pull them down. He rose up from the seat to let her accomplish what she wanted and Bianca pulled them all the way off, tossing them into the corner to join his shirt. Completely naked, his erect cock jutting, Chuck sat in the middle of the back seat, more than willing to let the pretty teenager have her way with him. So far, her way had been highly enjoyable, and he was sure it would get much better.

Bianca knew it was going to get very much better. Several times recently she had masturbated to fantasies of Chuck and she was elated to find that his cock was even better than what she had imagined. It was slightly longer and thicker than her dildo and she knew it would feel even better in her pussy than the toy did. That would make it a good size for her mouth too, and she wanted to experience that for herself. With her forearms resting on his thighs, she rose up and held the hard cylinder gently in her fingers.

She expected to feel his cock in her mouth, and in her pussy, but first, she licked the solid pink head. A special tingle swirled out from her tongue as she stroked around the mushroom shape and under the ridge, paying special attention to the slit in the end. Opening her mouth wide and lowering her head, she was able to engulf most of the shaft. Practice with her dildo had taught her how to do this, but Chuck’s real, warm cock felt so much better, as it glided in and out between her lips all the way until it was pressing against the back of her mouth with every stroke.

What she was doing felt great to him too. “Bianca, you’re really good at that. I won’t cum for a long time but do you want me to cum in your mouth.”

She raised her face from his lap to answer. “I don’t want you to cum anywhere right away. When you do, I want to cum at the same time and I want your cock to be in my pussy, and wearing a condom.” She made it clear that she was in charge and Chuck was having too much fun already to want to argue.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He leaned back against the backrest to enjoy what her mouth was doing for him.

Bianca enveloped Chuck’s cock in her mouth again and slowly caressed it with her lips. As she had also practiced, her tongue laved the thick shaft when it surged in and out and licked the head between strokes, holding it lightly in her lips. She wanted to experiment with his cock and play with it in different ways before they started fucking. After a few minutes of slowly sucking him, she took it out of her mouth and held it between her breasts.

Chuck immensely enjoyed everything that was happening to him. Little had he dreamed that morning that Bianca, whom he had been lusting after for the entire school year, would have such a welcome surprise for him in the afternoon. Her tongue licking the head of his cock and her lips caressing the shaft had been far better than he could ever have fantasized. Even the sight of her pony-tailed head rising and falling above his lap as he felt his cock was enveloped by the warm wetness of her mouth was beyond his most erotic imagination. He just hoped he wouldn’t suddenly wake up and discover he had been dreaming.

If it was a dream, it was his best one ever. After a few minutes of incredible pleasure from the young student’s mouth, she took his cock out and began massaging it and her breasts together. One of the reasons Chuck liked warm weather was that, as he sat in his driver’s seat, and young women like Bianca walked up the steps, bent over by the weight of their backpacks, he could look down their blouses. That was nice but now he was seeing her breasts, creamy-white and luscious as he had always imagined, and completely naked. Not only was he seeing them, he was feeling them surrounding his stiff cock.

Bianca started by squeezing his shaft between taksim escort them and slowly stroking up and down, her tongue fondling the tip of his cock at every chance. It was fun, but as she was holding her breasts with her fingers on their rigid nipples, she thought of something that would be even better.

Holding his cock with one hand and one luscious globe with the other, she rubbed the head with one nipple then the other. The juices from her pussy, which had been a trickle, seemed to become a gusher as connections were established between her clit and her nipples. On other days, and especially nights, she had fingered her clit to make her pussy wet enough to accommodate her dildo. On that day she knew there would be a real, live cock filling her pussy to overflowing.

Bianca continued holding Chuck’s stiff cock with one hand while she fished the condom out of her skirt pocket with the other. She stood up and, following the instructions she had earlier read on the packet, rolled it onto his cock. Chuck saw and felt what she was doing and smiled in anticipation. While he was moving away from the center of the seat to give her room to lie down, Bianca removed her skirt and hung it over the armrest beside her. Both she and Chuck were completely naked.

He had moved in the direction of one end of the back seat so Bianca lay on her back near the other end and spread her legs. One foot was flat on the floor and the other was resting on the top of the seat back. Her fingers were ready to spread open her glistening, pink pussy to receive the latex covered cock she was lusting for.

Chuck was eager to provide that cock. With one knee on the seat and that arm on the back, he scooted over until he was over her. Guiding his cock with the other hand, he aimed it at the delightful target she was presenting to him.

“Oooo, that feels good already,” she murmured when she felt the tip of his cock against the dripping hole that was yearning for it. It felt even better when he rubbed against her wetness to cover the tip with her lubricating pussy juices. “Ahhh,” she sighed, ecstatically, when she felt the head of his cock wedge into her.

Supporting most of his weight with one hand on the rear backrest and the other on the back of the next seat, Chuck eased the first inch of his cock into the tight hole that wanted it so much. To give Chuck more room, so he would be able to lie on top of her, she moved over slightly, putting her ass closer to the edge of the seat. He moved his hands so they were on either side of her face and plunged almost two more inches into her. Although they had just started, Bianca knew the cock going into her pussy was the best and the biggest she had ever entertained. From the exquisite pleasure of feeling the opening being stretched as it had never been stretched before, she moaned aloud.

“Oh, God, that feels good, what you’re doing,” she whispered. I’ve wanted this so much. Let’s take our time and make it last.” There was really no need to whisper but it seemed more intimate to do so.

“I’ve been wanting this too, Honey, for a long time,” Chuck answered, with some truth. “And I want it to last too.” Moving slowly, he backed his cock out till only the head was still inside, paused, and thrust it back, burrowing even deeper and sending thrills coursing though Bianca’s body and his own. Once again, she whispered to him how great he was making her feel.

It got better and better for both of them as Chuck drove his cock repeatedly into her tight pussy, going in deeper with every stroke until his curly red pubic hairs were mingling with her soft blonde ones. He curled his arms under hers, putting his weight on his forearms and she reached up and hugged his neck. Bianca’s legs wrapped themselves reflexively around the bus driver’s hips and held on tightly. Hardly any of his weight was on her and she would be able to move around freely under him.

With the first long, full stroke of his cock into her, she did move freely, fucking her pussy back to meet him, sighing happily as his cock was once more solidly imbedded in her. Bianca met his second stroke, and his third, feeling her level of pleasure slowly building. She thought of it as a mountain of ecstasy, which would steadily grow within her until the volcano of her climax exploded.

Chuck felt his pleasure building too. With every stroke into her, he could feel the walls of her pussy gripping his cock and releasing it as he pulled back. Bianca was the most beautiful woman he had ever fucked and her pussy was the wettest and the tightest. He fervently hoped that this would be just the first of many sessions they would have on the back seat of the bus or other places, and he wanted to ensure that etiler escort by giving her the best orgasm possible before reaching his own climax.

The man and woman moaned a duet of bliss as they fucked for a long time on the back seat of the bus. The strokes of Chuck’s cock were straight into Bianca’s welcoming pussy, with only a minimum of contact with her clit. He knew, and he wanted to teach her, that such limited contact would give them both a long, happy period of coupling until the time arrived when they would be ready to cum, and that time hadn’t arrived yet.

Besides flexing her legs she had wrapped around Chuck’s hips, pulling her pussy forward to meet the thrusts of his cock, Bianca was rocking from side to side on the seat. It was narrow; she knew it was not as good as a bed would have been, but there was enough room for her to be as active as she needed. Her movements let his cock slide into her at a slightly differently angle with every stroke, adding to her mountain of pleasure until she knew the volcano was close to exploding.

Bianca slipped her hand in between herself and Chuck. “I’m ready to cum but I have to play with my clit to do it,” she told him.

“Let me do it. I’m ready to cum too.” Still keeping most of his weight off his partner, Chuck slid farther up on her body. From the new position, his cock, both plunging into her pussy and being drawn back out, massaged her clit with its entire length. His strokes were faster too, driving in harder and just as deeply.

Bianca could feel new, intensified pleasure coursing through her body from the greater contact with her clit and the stronger thrusts. She let him know how good it was by fucking back harder and faster to meet him and by urging him to continue.

“Ooooo! Yeah!” she murmured. “Oh, God, yes! Like that! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!”

With great alacrity, Chuck did as she asked, his own pleasure increasing with every stroke of his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He could feel his climax building and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. Bianca was on the verge of cumming too, he could tell, from the way her body was thrashing under him and the way her head was tossing back and forth as she moaned ecstatically.

“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” she cried out joyously as her volcano began exploding, far mightier than it ever had before. Her fingers gripped Chuck’s shoulders and her legs squeezed his hips, plastering her pussy against him. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Bianca whimpered from the intense pleasure as his big cock continued driving harder and faster into her pussy.

When she climaxed, Bianca howled ecstatically and incoherently. Her back arched and her fingernails dug into Chuck’s shoulders. After her orgasm, she happily collapsed on the bus seat as her muscles completely relaxed. More satisfied than she had ever been, Bianca lay under the man who had brought her to that marvelous state.

He continued fucking her but not for very long. The pain in his shoulders from Bianca’s fingernails was smothered by the incredible pleasure Chuck felt welling up in his groin. From all throughout his body it collected and exploded out his cock. Seconds after hearing the orgasmic cry from Bianca, he matched it with his own as he climaxed, ejaculating heavily into his condom. Three times his cum spurted before he was finished and sprawled on top of his partner.

They lay for several minutes, seeming to be in some kind of stupor, resting from the tremendously enjoyable sex they had just shared. Bianca recovered first and whispered into the ear of the man on top of her: “That was wonderful, Chuck. Both of us cumming together like that. It was the best I’ve ever had.” Bianca smiled up at the man who had just given her such a great time.

“Me too. I mean, it was the best I’ve ever had. You are really hot, Bianca; did you know that?” He smiled back at the woman who had just given him such a great time.

“I’ve been told that but it’s better, hearing it from you. Do you live near here?”

“Not too far. Why?”

“I live just a mile or so down the road. Maybe I could go to your place the next time, on a Saturday or Sunday, and we could use your bed instead of this hard seat. That is, if it’s okay with you.”

“It’s more than okay; it’s a great idea. With more time and more room on my bed, there’s a lot of really fun things I’d like to do with you. I now you’ll like them too.”

Chuck and Bianca smiled, both inwardly and outwardly, thinking about the great sex they had just enjoyed and the even greater sex that lay ahead of them.

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Shara looked into the mirror smiling, running her hands over her curves, feeling the soft velvet dress caressing her fingertips. In her stocking clad feet Shara was exactly five foot tall, with her full breasts and rounded hips her figure could only be described as hourglass.

She may never really be a Goth but she did love dressing up as one.

The long, black velvet dress clung to her every curve, low enough in the front to show off her generous cleavage with slits up the sides to show flashes of her beautiful stocking clad legs.

The dark, smeared eyeliner made her smoky blue eyes look even more mysterious while the blood red lipstick gave her lips a fuller, inviting look.

“Tonight should be good” she thought to herself.

She needed a positive night out. Ever since the break-up her confidence had been shattered and non existent.

Her ex, John had thoroughly convinced her she was unattractive and this was his reason for cheating on her with younger, slenderer girls. He always described Shara’s curves as fat, pushing her to a variety of diets. He had come very close to shattering her completely before she finally woke up to his manipulations. What a pity it took her three years to come to that realization!

Sitting down she pulled on her knee-high black platforms which added a few more inches to her height.

Julia, her housemate came in offering her vodka.

Shara smiled, “Sure, I guess a little Dutch courage could help.”

As Julia and Shara entered the dark smoky club, Shara perked-up hearing her favorite song starting to play.

She moved onto the dance floor, sensually gliding to the song. She loved Portishead: Glory box for its slow sensual beat. Closing her eyes she let the music and words wash over her. “Give me a reason to love you…give me a reason to beeeeeeeeeeeee a woman…I just wanna be a woman…”

As the song finished Shara ran her hands up over her breasts and into her hair opening her eyes to find Peter staring at her

Unconsciously she licked her lips.

She had been attracted to Peter since the first time they met, eight years ago when this club first opened. At the time they had both been in relationships and unable to act on the attraction they felt for each other. Unfortunately over the years they had never been single at the same time. Recently Shara heard Peter hadn’t been seen with anyone since he broke up with his fiancée a year ago.

.

Peter oozed confidence and sex from very pore. Six feet tall, he had piercing blue eyes that made Shara feel like he was looking into her very soul. His fitted black leather pants left little to the imagination, seeming like second skin on his long lean legs. Shara couldn’t tell if the silver buttons adorning his groin made his bulge look bigger or if the rumors of his size were true.

Gazing at his chest she could see he lost none of his muscle over the years. He was still lean and toned, at least from what she could tell through the mesh of his dark shirt.

Licking her lips again Shara wondered if he tasted as good as he looked.

Mentally shaking herself Shara felt her heated pussy begin to throb.

Smiling shyly at Peter she went to the bar to get a drink. Weaving her way through the crowd, writhing to the music, she brushed against a variety of velvet, leather and pvc clad bodies. She shuddered as her nipples, erect from her earlier musings on the dance floor, brushed against the back of a man in a studded leather vest.

“Ok Shara calm down” she lectured herself.

Seeing someone that she hadn’t spoken to for a while, Shara got herself a drink and headed over to catch up. Cara was a good friend to Shara. Ever since the beginning of Shara’s relationship with John, Cara had been trying to get Shara to realize just how bad güngören escort he was for her. Cara was one of the many girls John had tried his moves on and one of the few that had actually turned him down! No wonder he hated her.

Cara is a willowy woman, standing five foot five with small pert breasts, flashing green eyes and long, natural blonde hair that cascaded down her back looking like it had just been ironed.

Tonight Cara was dressed in a black pvc catsuit, tight and low cut with her creamy breasts almost overflowing.

Grinning wickedly at Shara, Cara leaned in and whispered, “I saw you and Peter exchanging your usual longing stares. I swear I thought you were mentally undressing him!”

Shara blushed drinking some of her vodka.

“Not completely undressing him, just full of wishful thinking that he would go for someone like me,” she muttered.

Cara looked down at Shara mentally cursing John for hurting her and cursing Shara for not being even remotely interested in a woman.

Cara was distracted with thoughts of bending down to kiss Shara’s full lips, making her realize just how much of an attractive woman she was.

Frustrated, Cara snapped, “Stop being so down on yourself. Peter should consider himself lucky if you allowed him to lick your boots.”

Seeing the hurt and startled look on Shara’s face, Cara quipped, “Or, maybe if he let you lick his boots, seeing how you love to be the submissive slave.”

Shara was blushing profusely.

“Finish your drink, have another… then go find Peter and talk instead of staring!” Cara grinned, placing a finger under Cara’s glass, tilting it to her lips.

A few drinks later Shara did a circuit of the club, finding herself in the smoking area where she found Peter standing by himself.

For a moment Shara hesitated, her stomach full of butterflies at the idea of making any kind of moves on Peter. Her pussy was throbbing in eagerness. Giving herself a quick mental lecture about being a strong confident woman coupled with the confidence given to her by the alcohol, she went up to him.

Smiling, Shara greeted him with a hug, surprised and excited when he hugged her back longer then she had expected.

Pulling back a little she kept her hands on his hips.

“So how are tricks Peter?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Ahh I’m getting old Shara, thirty-three, single and I haven’t gotten laid for almost a year now,” he said with a smile, gazing into her eyes.

Peter’s hands slowly stroked down her back before cupping her rounded butt. He’d always wanted Shara, sometimes to the point of fantasizing about her while making love to his girlfriends. He smiled lazily feeling her shudder against him.

Impishly Shara looked up at him.

“Well, you should have taken me up on my offer to come home with me last time I saw you honey. I would have been more then happy to service you.”

Inwardly Shara shivered. Her last offer was only made in jest, knowing he surely would not have taken her up on it.

“I was intending to actually,” he replied. “But you had left early.”

Shara tilted her head back, unintentionally pushing her pelvis into his groin as she tried to see if he was kidding.

Next thing she knew Peter was holding her firmly against him, brushing his lips against hers.

Shara felt a bolt of electricity shooting between their mouths.

Closing her eyes she slid a hand behind his head pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. As their tongues started to dance stroking each other, she felt on fire, her pussy was throbbing, her nipples stood erect and in desperate need of attention. She rubbed them against his chest moaning softly into his mouth.

Grinning, Peter pulled back a little grabbing one of her hands, pushing it in between them until bağcılar escort it settled onto his cock.

“I think I have just what you need right here,” he whispered.

Shara stroked his cock through the tight leather pants, not believing she was doing this in public.

Groaning softly she continued massaging his growing bulge, realizing the rumors were true about Peter’s cock ‘being big enough to split a woman in two’!

Shara’s eyes closed. Visions of his enormous cock flooded her mental screen. She wanted to rape his leather protected organ.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he moaned into her mouth.

Startled, Shara suddenly realized just where she was but all she could think about was having that enormous cock inside of her tight little pussy.

“We could go to my place,” she purred with parted lips and a dazed look in her eyes.

Running a thumb over her lips Peter growled, “I don’t think I can wait that long. I have somewhere closer in mind.”

Taking her by the hand, Peter led her out of the club and down the sidewalk to an alleyway.

Half way there he was already unbuttoning his pants, releasing his throbbing cock.

Shara gasped seeing how long and hard it was, at least nine inches, very thick and richly veined. Her hand hesitated before reaching out to stroke it.

Peter let out a low moan; stopping for a moment while Shara relieved her urges before they set off at a faster pace.

Shara’s mind was in a haze, feeling as though this was some great dream. She couldn’t believe she was walking down the street with Peter’s cock still in her hand.

He guided her into an alleyway, around the corner to a dead end where they couldn’t be seen from the street.

Suddenly Peter spun her around.

Shara’s back was to him as he ripped down the sleeves of her dress, pulling down her bra at the same time exposing her breasts to the cold air.

Shara gasped at the suddenness of it. Her nipples were hard and rigid and her pussy was throbbing out of control.

Peter’s hands started mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples as he bent forward kissing and biting her neck.

Shara’s body tensed and jerked as she whispered “No marks”.

“Don’t worry I won’t mark you,” he whispered into her ear nibbling her lobe.

Shara felt the electricity shooting down her spine as she leaned against him for support.

Peter kissed his way down her neck then began biting and licking. His hands were rubbing and squeezing her breasts, his fingers moving to pinch and pull on her nipples.

Shara jolted with each pinch, feeling shocks from her nipples racing down to her clit.

Her pussy was throbbing and all she could do was moan with need.

Her hands started to slide up her skirt so her fingers could give her clit the attention it was screaming for. But Peter stopped her; dropping onto his knees he pushed his hands up her thighs instead.

His blue eyes bore into hers, widening in surprise as his hands explored her stocking encased legs before reaching her bare ass! She wasn’t wearing panties.

Peter’s hand brushed teasingly against her pussy feeling the heat pouring from her smooth mound. Lifting her skirt he popped his head underneath using his hands to open her pussy lips as his tongue reached out to flick at her clit.

Pulling back he inhaled the musky scent of her pink, inflamed arousal.

Shara clung to his shoulders for support as he pushed his tongue into her throbbing hole, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb.

“Man your pussy tastes so sweet, it’s been too long.” Peter moaned, inhaling her sweet perfume before diving back in to tease her some more.

“Please…” Shara moaned. “I want more, give me your cock.”

Smiling Peter stood up kissing her fiercely.

Shara merter escort sensually licked his lips tasting her own juices before biting his lower lip, demanding more attention.

Rubbing his cock against her stomach Peter realized that the difference in height could cause a problem for what they both now desperately needed. Quickly looking around Peter spotted a pile of boxes to sit Shara onto so that she would be the right height for his cock to be able to slide into her.

Perching her on the edge of the boxes he grabbed his tool rubbing it against her clit, coating it with her juices.

Shara thrust demandingly against his cock, sighing with satisfaction as he slowly eased the head into her.

While kissing and nibbling her lips Peter started gently thrusting, inching his cock in and out of her…Trying not to hurt her as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Shara moaned into his mouth as her pussy slowly stretched to accommodate him. She had never felt so full in her life.

Pushing him back a little she looked down to see his cock slowly disappear into her.

Peter grinned, “So you like to watch huh?”

He angled himself back a little gripping her hips before thrusting back into her.

“Oh my god, you can take all of it!” he groaned.

Peter’s ex was a small woman and had never been able to take all of his cock; he couldn’t believe this tiny little vixen could take all he had to offer.

“Oh yes,” Shara moaned as she watched his cock slide to its hilt into her throbbing little pussy.

Closing her eyes, pinching her nipples she began to thrust to meet him.

Her body was on fire as his rod slammed in and out of her.

Feeling her orgasm approaching Shara held her breath letting it build even higher.

The lack of oxygen made her head spin, always giving her mind blowing orgasms.

Peter looked at her with concern realizing she wasn’t breathing but then smiled at the look of pleasure on her face.

I’ll have to remember that for next time he thought to himself.

Shara suddenly exhaled in one long moan as her orgasm shot through her.

Peter felt her hot chamber throbbing around his cock and thrusted harder and faster, his finger working her clit as he kept her orgasm going.

Moaning and whimpering Shara begged for him to stop but felt a sense of loss when he did slide out of her.

Peter grinned at her. “Greedy are you?”

In blissful relief Shara weakly smiled up at him.

“But you haven’t cum yet,” She sighed apologetically.

Hungrily staring at his cock she wondered if it could fit in her mouth.

“Don’t worry, the night is still young.” Peter replied with a lustful grin on his face.

Gently he straightened her dress, smoothed her hair and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“I feel like dancing some more, then you can take me to your place where I intend to spend the rest of the night with my face or cock firmly imbedded in your sweet little pussy.” Peter growled pushing his throbbing cock back inside his pants.

He had been waiting a very long time for this moment, and intended to make it last long as he could.

Shara smiled lustfully and then winced as her pussy throbbed from the pounding it had just received. She couldn’t wait to get him home tonight.

When they returned to the club Shara excused herself to the bathroom to clean off the cum soaking her thighs.

Leaving the toilets Shara bumped into Julia.

“Where the hell have you been?” Julia exclaimed, “I thought you had left without me! And what is with that dreamy look on your face. What have you been up to?”

Shara smiled. “Oh I just went for a walk to get some fresh air. By the way, make sure there is room in the car. I’m not coming home alone tonight.”

Shara’s eyes glazed a little as her pussy throbbed again at the thought of what was to come later on tonight.

Julia grinned. “Ah no wonder you look like you are in dreamland, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Just someone I’ve wanted for a long time.” Shara replied mysteriously.

“In dreamland?” Shara thought to herself. “I don’t think so. This was better than anything I could ever dream.”

The end… For now

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“Don’t worry about it” the young blonde woman said as the older man rolled off her naked body muttering.

“Fuck it, I’m sorry Sammi.”

“Bob it doesn’t matter, please don’t beat yourself up. It’s only a fuck.”

They had been in bed for an hour or so. The fifty seven year old married man had made the twenty four year old single girl cum three times; once with his fingers as he undressed her standing behind her with his hands in her panties and twice with his mouth as he made awesome, well she though it was, oral love to her.

It was when he tried to fuck her, though, that things went wrong. His hard on vanished.

Sammi had been school friends with Jane, Bob’s daughter. She had spent lots of time at Mister and Missus Roberts house and Bob had held some naughty thoughts for her, but had never done anything about them. It had been years since they or Sammi and Jane, who now lived in New York, had seen each other.

Bob was a Regional Manager for a large leisure company that owned a number of health clubs, one of which Sammi attended. He was due for retirement in a few month’s when they bumped into each other at the gym, had a chat, then a drink. Bob gave her a lift to the station a few times and then they had kissed in the car. Neither knew it then, but it was only a matter of time before they had sex. First in his car in Epping Forest and then at his home when his wife, Phillipa was in Portugal playing golf with ‘the girls’ from the golf club .

That was the start. The beginning of an affair between a mature man and a young woman.

Sammi lived with her mum not too far from Bob’s house in suburban Essex. She also rented a small apartment in Bethnal green in the East End of London. She needed that for, unbeknown to her mum who was now separated from Sammi’s dad, she was a glamour photography model in her spare time and needed to store the masses of underwear and other stuff she needed when posing. That helped her pay her way through stage school, which her father could no longer finance due to having lost his fortune in the Spanish property crash. It was at the apartment that she and Bob most frequently had sex. It was also the flat where she had carried on a short fling with a guy of her age, Jack, who was part of a group that met at a pub and played darts on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. It was after those times that for a few weeks they would go to her flat and he would fuck her several times during the evening or afternoon. Meeting Bob and starting the affair with him had been bad news for Jack, for Sammi was not able to cope with both, either physically or emotinally. She couldn’t handle being fucked three or four times on a Wednesday and most Sundays by Jack and having long, often three hour sessions with Bob who would only cum once, but would give her countless full and mini orgasms.

“Let me help” Sammi said kissing Bob on the lips and taking hold of his hand. She placed that on her fairly small, but beautifully shaped and pert B cup breast. He squeezed it, both gratefully and lovingly, but felt bad about losing his erection.

Lying on her side with Bob on his back she ran her fingertips down his fairly hairy chest, past his waist, over the slight bulge of his middle age spread stomach and into the untidy curls of his thick, matted pubic hairs.

Although she was a little disappointed that Bob had lost his erection, Sammi, being a very ‘glass half full’ girl, looked forward to the challenge of getting him hard again, although never having been with an older guy who lost it before it was uncharted territory to her.

It had happened to Bob a few times with his wife, but he had put that down to familiarity, her being overweight and too much drink. Worryingly, a few months ago just before he met Sammi, it had happened at a massage parlour and that had worried him, although he realised it was the sort of thing that happens at his age. He had made a mental note to get some Viagra or Ciallis, but couldn’t face seeing his doctor, who was almost a family friend and explaining that he couldn’t get it up. Up until now, nothing like it had happened with Sammi and he had been able to get erections almost on demand and keep them for ages. He had even cum twice one afternoon so the idea of taking something for his erectile malpractice had slipped from his mind. It came back though when she muttered.

“Why don’t you get some Viagra or something?”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not? Loads of blokes do” she went on lifting his limp cock with one hand and stroking that and his balls with the other.

“How do you know that?”

“They tell me and I have seen them take them.”

“What young guys?”

“Yes, lots take it.”

“You’re putting me on.”

“No I’m not. I swear on this” she smiled squeezing his dick. “Most of the cityboys do, it helps them when they have shoved coke up their nose all day and drunk vodka and champagne all evening, they need some help then.”

“Well I’ll be buggered escort bayan I never knew that” Bob replied feeling some mild stirring in his balls and cock and feeling much better about possibly taking the pill. “Maybe I’ll get some, you reckon it would help?”

“I’m sure that it would, it does for the druggies, but this should work just as well at getting it up” Sami smiled bending forward, her blonde hair tumbling onto Bob’s stomach. She lifted his slightly hardening cock and licked its nearly soft length. “Not sure whether this works as well at staying hard though” she smiled taking it into her mouth.

“Jesus Sam” Bob groaned as his fingers slid into his young mistress’ golden blonde hair.

Sammi was not that experienced at giving oral sex. It wasn’t that she was averse to it and, in fact quite enjoyed providing such pleasure to a lover. It was just that with the young guys she generally went with there never seemed to be much time for that. They were usually in a hurry and were far more interested in sucking and fucking her. Not that she lost much sleep over that!

Until recently, Bob also had little experience of oral sex for his wife Philippa frowned upon such ‘perversions!’

Sammi let her natural female instincts take over sucking, licking, kissing and stroking Bob’s cock and balls. Slowly, but very, very surely she could feel it hardening in her mouth; that was a great sensation.

“Oh yes, yes Sam, that’s fantastic” Bob moaned gripping her hair more tightly as she sucked his cock and scratched that little patch between his balls and arse. He reached out for her again; he had to feel and touch her. Sammi realised that and altered her position so he could get his hand between her legs, which she opened for him. He felt her warm wetness and slid his fingers along her soaked, slimy slit, revelling in the feelings on his fingers and sending shudders of sexual delight through the young woman.

At last he was hard. Sammi took him out of her mouth and smiling at him said huskily. “Come on old man, you can fuck me now.”

And that was exactly what he did; long, tenderly, creatively and in a maturely expert way so that their orgasms coincided perfectly

*

They didn’t see each other that often and there was no commitment from either about not having sex with others. No, what they had was a sex with no strings relationship and that seemed to work for each of them. In effect, they were what the Americans term ‘fuckbuddies.’

It worked on one level for Bob for it provided him with another source of sex. He had very infrequent sex, not even once a month, with his wife Philippa. She seemed to have pretty much gone off it, well at least with him Bob often thought. He sometimes wondered if there was more to the ‘girls at the golf club’ than she let on. He also visited a massage parlour where he had a preferred masseuse Sofi. He went there on average once a week and revelled in: being massaged by her, massaging the Latvian blonde, playing with her nice big tits and finishing off usually with a blow job. She let him kiss her and for the short time he was there, she was just like a lover, not a hooker.

Sammi also gave something else to Bob, self-esteem. He felt amazingly proud of himself to have pulled the young bird. He knew that he was a bit of an old fart and sometimes couldn’t work out why she was him, but he never took her for granted. She was a stunningly attractive, blue eyed blonde. Great legs, an even greater arse and small B cup, but wonderfully shaped youthfully firm breasts; she was a real head turner. Add onto that her habit of rarely wearing a bra, her strong sex drive and her very open views on sex, and on sexuality come to that and she really was a fantastic and highly desirable package.

At another level, it didn’t work as fuckbuddies. The more often he saw her, the more strongly he felt for her and he hoped against hope that he was not falling in love with her, although he suspected that he might be.

Sammi’s situation was quite different. She had always been attracted to older guys, but usually about ten to fifteen years her senior, not over thirty, although at uni she’d had a fling with a lecturer twenty years older than her.

That said, the idea of her having an affair with a guy over thirty years her senior who was old enough to be her grandfather would have been unthinkable if anyone had suggested it. Now though, having had a fair amount of sex with him, the idea was not at all unthinkable and to her was perfectly reasonable. Ok there were major differences in their likes and dislikes with stuff like music, books, politics and movies and going on dates was difficult, if they got to that stage. However, when they were alone and sex was the only agenda item, age became irrelevant. In fact, Sammi often thought that if she were able to cover his face, where his balding hair and wrinkles gave his age away, she wouldn’t know from his body that he was so much older than her. It escort istanbul was with his sexual performance that Sammi was enamoured. True, he couldn’t fuck her several times in an evening; true, once he had fucked her or she had made him a cum a ‘second coming’ was a rare event and true he couldn’t keep an erection for the hours on end that some of her young lovers could. But he made love to her in a caring, sensitive, thoughtful, languid, experienced and mature way. He made her and her body the complete centre of attention. Her needs were paramount, her desires supreme. He hardly seemed to need to cum, and at times Sammi felt he had gone home after they had made love for ages without cumming. Ejaculation almost seemed irrelevant to him. Being treated like this was alien to her. She was used to sex sessions where she was fucked several times and where the guy remained as good as hard for hours on end. It had taken her some time to adjust.

She knew that she wasn’t falling in love with Bob, but she had no idea how she would get him out of her system when and if they parted.

*

Philippa was a strikingly handsome woman. She was not beautiful or dazzling, but she was memorable, a bit like Glen Close or Meryl Streep although bigger. She had mousy coloured hair that some thirty years ago she had dyed champagne blonde and it had been that way ever since. Her stunningly blue, rather narrow eyes and thin, oversized, Aquiline nose, prevented her being a beauty, although her full, voluptuous lips tried hard to counter that. She was quite big. Not gross or obese, but certainly overweight. Slightly above average height she weighed just over one sixty pounds. She had great legs, a big rotund arse and tits that some drooled over and others felt were rather saggy, which they were.

Some years ago now she had lost interest in sex with her husband. She wasn’t sure why, because she still loved him, but now it was with the love of a sister, not a lover. She didn’t yearn for other men and an affair had no attraction to her. She was, however, concerned at her feelings, particularly as she now found women’s company preferable to men’s. She had always been quite staid with both her attitudes and morals and the idea that she might be bisexual or worse, even lesbian, although it had crossed her mind, had always been unthinkable. Until recently that was. She had not, of course done anything about it, but, more and more she felt she was being tempted. Furthermore, she had a suspicion, fuelled by both gossip and observed behaviours, that a few of ‘her golf club girls’ may well have taken things a little further in that direction.

She had always had a low sex drive so satisfying that was easy. In her earlier years she had masturbated about every couple of weeks, but since marrying Bob she had stopped. It somehow seemed ‘unfaithful’ to her to have sex with herself, although on the rare occasions over the years when she had been really relaxed and he persuaded her to do it while he held and watched her it had been amazing. That sort of thing no longer happened though. On the roughly monthly basis when they did have sex, it was all pretty straightforward and that was exactly how she wanted it.

She did at times wonder how Bob coped and occasionally speculated that he might have a mistress, but she had seen no evidence. She also thought that he might visit a prostitute, but felt overall if that kept him away from her it was probably a good thing. At times though, something, and she was unable usually to work out what it was, she wanted sex. At those times she would get into bed naked.

“Oh fuck no,” Bob groaned to himself when he pulled the duvet back and saw that his wife was naked.

“Why don’t you take those off?” She said pointedly looking at his pyjama trousers.

Bob did as she asked. It was pointless not to, although the idea of making love to her after his recent sessions with the gorgeously big-boobed Sofi and the simply gorgeous Sammi was almost laughable. It was, though, something that had to be done.

Naked he got in to bed, took his wife in his arms and kissed her. She just about opened her mouth, although she hated being deep tongued. She pressed her boobs against her husband’s chest and squirmed a little bit, quite enjoying the sensation of his hairy chest on her small, dark nipples.

Bob didn’t feel at all aroused and the recent experience with Sammi came to mind. That made it worse and as Philippa ground her overweight body against his athletic, trim and muscular form his mind was in overdrive worrying that he would have to admit defeat again. Moving his chest away a little and keeping his eyes tightly closed he cupped then squeezed his wife’s big, soft tits. Philippa liked that and it felt good. She gave a low moan of appreciation. Desperately trying to imagine that it was Sofi’s boob he was caressing Bob at last felt a slight tingling in his balls. In his mind, he was saying. ‘Sammi I so want to fuck you.’ ‘Sofi you bayan escort have fabulous tits.’ ‘Let me fuck both of you’ as he imagined he was about to have a threesome with his two lovers. It worked. He got hard.

Philippa felt her husband begin to get hard. That made her feel good. ‘The old girl’s still got it’ she thought to herself, so badly mistakenly as she rolled onto her back.

In the dim light, Bob saw her udder-like tits flop to either side of her body. ‘Shit I could almost get my body between those two fucking melons’ he thought as he rolled on top of his wife. She opened her legs a little to give him the space between her sturdy thighs. He pressed the bulbous end of his cock against her lips.

“Mmmmmm” she murmured as his cock stimulated her clit.

Bob’s mind was full of images of Sammi and Sofi, their gorgeous bodies entwined, their tits pressed together and their mouths clamped. It was only those images that enabled him to shove his cock right up his wife’s cunt and fuck her. It didn’t take long.

*

Sammi hadn’t seen Bob for almost three weeks. It was the longest time they had not had sex since they had started. There was no one reason for it, just both of them being busy, Bob having to go to Frankfurt on business and Sammi attending a three day acting workshop at a conference centre in Oxfordshire.

“I hoped you would be here” the long haired, slim built, ruggedly handsome twenty five year old student actor said to Sammi in the bar on the first night they were there. They had chatted quite a lot during the breaks in the workshop and after an early dinner they were in a quiet corner of the bar.

Although they attended different stage schools and he was training to be an actor and Sammi a producer and writer, they met a few times a year at workshops and events like this. They’d had a fling a couple of years ago, but with Gil living in Manchester and attending a school there, it had fizzled out.

“And why pray sir, is that?” Sammi joked back.

“Well madam” Gil replied picking up on the banter. “I was hoping you would realise that.”

“How sir, could that be?”

“By casting your mind back to other times,” Gil replied running his eyes quite obviously up and down Sammi.

She was wearing a blue and white hooped, long sleeved tee shirt that had a scooped, but not particularly low, front and long, flared sleeves. Her denim, micro-skirt, was ridiculously yet hugely erotically short. Its ragged hem just covered the cheeks of her bum and she was wearing dark blue leggings. Over the tee shirt, she had a denim waistcoat with all the buttons undone. She had pleated her hair into a pigtail that flicked from shoulder to shoulder and from her chest to her back. She felt good and by the leers and ogles she got from the guys and the envious stares from the girls, she must have looked bloody good too.

“And what sir, were those times?”

Slightly hidden in a corner of the bar, Gil leaned forward and gripped her leg, just above her knee. “I doubt you really need me to remind you do you Sammi?” He said quietly squeezing her leg.

“Maybe no, but they are all in the past, now.”

“Sam” Gil said as he felt his cock starting to harden. “They don’t have to be do they?”

“What?”

“In the past” he said thickly as he slid his hand slightly further up her leg.

It was only just after seven, but the wine she had drunk at dinner had gone straight to her head and she felt slightly tipsy. Gil didn’t drink.

The first time he fucked in her bedroom they didn’t undress. After kissing her as they stood just inside the room, he had got his hand up her tee shirt and confirmed her lack of bra, which excited both of them. Gil fiddled her skirt up, her leggings and thong down and bending her forward onto the dressing table, he shagged her from behind.

“You really are a sod aren’t you?” Sammi said after he had finished.

“Yes but not so much that I forgot this” he smiled back holding up a well-filled condom.

“Ok thanks” Sammi smiled as she pulled her thong and tights back in place.

“Why are you doing that?”

“What?”

“Pulling your tights and panties up.”

That made Sammi feel a bit silly. ‘Why am I?’ She asked herself realising that with Bob she had got used to one single shag in a session.

“Come on luv, get yer kit off” Gil said adopting a cockney, instead of his natural Lancashire accent as he stood up and pulled his scruffy tee shirt over his head.

He was quite scrawny Sammi noted looking at his almost hairless chest. His ribs suck out making him look rather emaciated ‘An undernourished actor’ Sammi thought pleased that she was not planning to go that route with her career. As she pulled her tee shirt over her head and bared her breasts to him Gil muttered.

“Mmmmm even better than I remember,” as totally unselfconsciously he shucked his jeans down.

He wasn’t wearing underpants so his thick, long dick was on view to Sammi. To her surprise it was still semi-erect and that made her remember that he sometimes didn’t lose his erection after he had cum. That made her shiver a little for she realised that she was probably going to be fucked several times this evening. And that was precisely Gil’s intention.

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“Bend over, pull up your skirt.”

After 25 years of marriage it’s hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other.

When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried.

I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her.

“Why do you like this so much? I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I’m a guy, I like naked. And I particularly like you naked.” She’d shrug and stand there –not with a particularly sexy stance– while I jerked off, with a somewhat bemused look. That was OK with me. I loved her slightly droopy big breasts, her wide, round derriere, and her thick patch of bush between her legs. Perfect, live, sexy wanking fodder. Yes, eventually she’d lie down next to me and I’d make her come to before we did the old PIV.

Leaning her over the couch arm, I’ll tug down her pants, feeling and licking her ass. She’d bleat a little, or maybe moan a half hearted, reluctant “no” while trying to cover up, but in the end I’d get a dab in.

Once, on a weekend away, we stopped for lunch at a diner. Afterwards, before we drove out of the parking lot, I said we ought to fuck.

“Here?! Where? We can’t exactly get naked in the back of the car.”

“You’re wearing a skirt. Slide onto my lap.”

“No! No way,” she cried. “People will see!”

“They will not, your skirt will cover us up. Now get over here and let me get empty this hard on inside of you.”

Like I say, ultimately back then Sharon was game. She hesitantly scrambled over, facing the windshield and getting tangled up in the steering wheel. I reached up her loose dress, moved her panties aside and slipped it in and started feeling her up. She was slow, unsure at first, but boy was her cooch tight. And wet. Super wet. Let me tell you, she came as hard as she ever came, and all these years later, she’ll still blurt out every once in a while “Remember that time we did it in the car?” That usually meant that she was ready to romp that minute. Not that I could ever get her to do it in the car again.

The really surprising thing to me was that she didn’t seem to mind that I was into porn, unlike every other woman I’d dated.

“We all have our dark sides Ronnie.” I’m not sure what she thought was dark about my jerking it to naked women fucking their hearts out, but to each her own.

So I’d messenger over a book of dirty illustrations from the middle ages or something (softer than I got off too, but just right for her delicate, feminist sensibilties), and that night we’d have a wonderful array of sexing in every position she could think of, and then some. Sharon didn’t like my admiration of naked photography so much over the years, but her initial openness was a good signal to me about who we could be together.

During our enduring marriage, we’d already tried most of the things that turn us both on and we’d already settled the issues of what didn’t really work for one or the other of us. We risked the rejection of telling each other (some of) our fantasies and come hard to the ones that had been accepted. We fucked like bunnies before kids, and now that they’re out of the house and have all the privacy in the world we’re a little too tired and depleted to be the acrobats you used to be.

But, we still love each other and totally want the joys of sexy coupling. What to do?

In my case, I was determined to move past the past. No doubt I was more randy than my wife, who was always struggling to get past the inhibitions instilled by a trying childhood. She could be good, giving and game whenever I asked for something, but I was just as sensitive when she felt she couldn’t comply with a kinky request. Maybe too sensitive to her hesitations. But I was committed to restarting our libidos.

During our last talk about our stilted sex life Sharon and I agreed something had to be done. We wanted the same things –to be loved, coveted, aroused, and fucked– and new we’d have to work on a plan. We tentatively agreed we needed to schedule things–that sounded oh so not sexy, but it worked out well in the end– and Sharon came to terms that she would be more open to some new things, even if she had to drink a little wine occasionally to get there. And so it began.

What did I want? You mean, besides everything? Well almost. Most of my requests were run of the mill kinks. I would have liked it if she had a sisli esc crazy request here and there, but I was resigned to that not happening and that I’d have to be the first mover. OK, but how was she going to react after being so vanilla all these years? I decided it was up to me to make sure she didn’t have a chance to back out. It was that simple.

At first, we took it easy. She loved her skin being rubbed so a back massage often became a prelude to the main event. For our “dates” I tried to mix it up. Sometimes, we’d make out in the living room and lose our clothes on the way to bed. Or, I’d insist that she get naked for me and start rubbing her pussy while I watched. She was super shy about it, but slowly she got comfortable coming in front of me rather than beside me.

All good, our engines were getting back up to speed. It was time for the next level.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

I’d just asked Sharon to bend over.

“I like your ass, I want to see it.”

“You know too well that it’s big and fat. And my granny pants make it look even bigger.”

“Do it Sharon, turn around hike up your skirt.” She played along. “Nice. Now, down with your pants. Slowly. Bend over. ”

“Ronnie! It’s embarrassing,” she said.

“You have such a nice crack, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. I want to see it.” She started to wrench them down.

“See, it’s a beautiful crack.”

“Don’t say that!” She started pulling them up. “Stop it!”

“You stop! I’m going to look at your ass as long as I want, and then I’m going to fuck your furry pussy -hard!– from behind.”

“Don’t. That’s dirty.”

“Your hairy, fuzzy pussy? That’s dirty? Not to me. It’s sexy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Stand still missy. Let me luxuriate in your terrible, naked buns.”

Sharon froze, with half her rear end uncovered, her tail sticking out as lasciviously as an uptight woman could. But I think I spotted her cheeks starting to quiver just a little bit.

“Do you know I can smell your sex from here?” A low moan told me she could sniff it too. “You like that, don’t you? I can smell how much… You love that I’m going to plow into you when you can’t see me? That my dick is hard just looking at your trembling ass?” I moved toward her and loudly unzipped my pants, exposing my erection. “Spread your ass for me baby.”

“Oh God. Please Ronnie. Just stick it in and fuck me. I’ll like that, I’ll spread my cunt lips wide open and you can fuck me really deep.”

My inhaling of her sex scent was loud enough that she quitely moaned “stop” again. But she opened even more and pushed that ass back against me.

“Please, fuck me. Deeper. Ohhhh.” She was really shoving back, almost losing balance. “You can look at my crack all you want if you’ll just fuck my smelly pussy even harder. I like your hard dick in my cunt so much. Harder!” Her pussy was seeping. “I can feel you cock up to my throat, oh God, it feels so big. Make me cum Ronnie! Shoot your sticky cum up inside me!! Fuck my fucking fucked cunt!!”

Her whole body started quaking, almost uncontrollably. Her cries were ear splitting, she came and came and came again, and when I was done our juices were running down her legs. She was smiling as she rubbed them into her skin.

I told you we both wanted it.

…

Over the weeks we kept up our sex dates with increasing enthusiasm from both of us. Sometimes it was just a leisurely lay, but thanks to Sharon’s ability to orgasm over and over again, we could ramp things up to a progressively wetter and louder finish, with both our screams echoing everywhere at once, soaking our sheets through and through.

But, I wanted more.

Sharon was a bit more dubious (that pesky childhood), even though she recognized the benefits. Now that we’d settled into a groove –or maybe I’d settled into *her* groove, as it were (ouch!)– I became resolute about going further.

After a few weeks Sharon had started getting used to my “bend over, show me your tush” routine. Maybe she was even getting to like it? When our sexy time came, without asking she’d put herself in position and lift her skirts or push down her sexy, high waisted Mom jeans. One time, I figured I’d try and up the ante.

“What are you waiting for?” Her underpants were down around her knees, her butt was starting to shake, and her sex fragrances were besiktas escort wafting up. “Aren’t you hard yet?” She was impatient to get to the next round.

“Put your hands on your cheeks.” She did. “Open them, slowly, let me look in there.”

“Please don’t.” She let go. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Sharon!” I walked over to her.

“Ronnie! Can’t you just put it in? You don’t have to look at my butt hole to do that.” But she slowly opened up. “Stop!! What are you doing?! Don’t!”

I was gently running my finger up and down over her starfish.

“Why are you doing that? It feels funny. Please don’t touch me there!” She was getting all worked up.

Now I was lightly licking it. She almost jumped out of the way. “Cut it out!”

I grabbed onto her hips and held her tightly. “I’m going to hold on and keep licking until you calm down.” I reached around and touched her clit. “Your cunt is sopping. You like it more than you’re saying.”

“I do not! I don’t care how wet I am, I do not like your near my back door, you know that. I want you to st… Ow! Get out of there, I don’t like that! You know I don’t like that!!”

Like a lot of people, Sharon had a thing –not a good thing– about asses. I’d tried, but never gotten her to poke around mine. And it was always clear she didn’t want me anywhere near her asshole.

“Out, not in,” she’d say.

Now, the wet tip of my finger was rubbing around her ass, at the same time I put two others up front.

“But you like this, don’t you?” A nice whimper came out. “You like me massaging your pussy like this.” Her groan came from deep in her throat. “You’re leaking buckets. Doesn’t it feel good to have my fingers filling you up? All over?”

Neither of us could tell if she was shaking her head no or nodding it yes while I went deeper in both places.

“I’m going to keep rubbing you inside, verrrrryyyy sloooowwly,” I was moving in and out of both her holes, “verrrrryyyy sloooowwly, until you can’t stand it anymore and your whole body starts…”

All of a sudden her whole body slowly convulsed, her sounds were almost out of hearing range.

“Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. OHHHHHH, ohhhhh ohmygodRonnie! OhhhhhhHHHHH!!”

Soon we were both naked and and pounding each other like there was no tomorrow. I shot so hard I thought it was going to come out her mouth, her ears, and her ass.

“I don’t know what happened, I came so much today,” she whispered when we were coming down from our fuck fest. “I never, ever wanted you near my ass but when you started licking it…” she trailed off.

“You tasted so good.”

“I don’t want to hear that, knock it off,” she whined. “It felt nice… No. No no no no.” She didn’t know what to do.

“You were so tight back there. You almost broke off my finger.”

“I did not! No.”

“You liked me in your ass, I could feel it squeezing and squeezing when you came.”

“Please don’t. I’m… I don’t know, it’s humiliating.”

“But you came so many times.”

“It’s because I like your cock fucking me, like I always do.”

“It’s because you liked my finger up your bum, it turned you on. Maybe next time…”

“Out, not in,” she said, but without much conviction.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Until the next time.

…

And so it went with our dates. More sex, better sex, better loving. More fun all in all. I had a few more places I wanted to go, but I was getting more confident we’d get there in time.

Even Sharon was getting into things more and starting to ask me for things that would turn her on. She particularly liked it when I licked her nipples, so much that she could have a rockin’ orgasm just from that tonguing. Which eventually led to…

“Ronnie?” Sharon was riding me slowly, dragging herself up and down over my cock, working both of us up, her breasts dangling in my face (“why do they have to be so big, like udders?”). She bent down and murmured in my ear.

“Ronnie? You know how you like it when I shake my tits in your face?” I mumbled yes. “I like that so much, I love turning you on with my tits.”

“Ronnie?” she started again, a little nervously. “Can you please take both my nipples, um, in your mouth, and when I start to shake them, just bite down? Gently? Really gently. But, bite both my nips when I’m shaking them?”

I would love it. I did, and she şişli escort did. She started shaking them, I bit down –tenderly, like she asked– and the more she shook, the tighter I held, and as she jiggled her boobs her whole body started spasming uncontrollably.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Fuck fuck fuckfuck, I’m coming Ronnie!! I’m coming from my tits, I’m coming from my nipples, I love you chewing on my tits, I’m coming I’m coming!!”

Her orgasm took over her whole body and her pussy started squirting all over the both of us.

“Oh my God!” she said after she came down. “You almost bit my nipples off!”

“I’m so sorry baby.” The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

“Oh my God no! It was amazing,” she said as she was rubbing her juices all over the both of us. “Here, bite them –gently, now– again.”

…

“Ronnie?” A few weeks later, Sharon was looking at me tentatively. “Ronnie, I did something bad.”

What was she talking about?

“I, uh, I spent too much money on this new dress.” She spun around like we were in a Doris Day movie or something.

“That’s OK baby. Whatever. You look great in it.”

“Really? I knew you’d like it. It’s big, with easy access.” She winked at me. “No really, it was too much. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Sharon, baby, it’s all right.”

“No, you have to help me.”

Did it need to be unzipped or something?

“You need to help me stop doing such bad things.” She paused, kind of looking down at the floor. “I need to be punished.”

What was she talking about?

“Please.”

“Please what Sharon? So you won’t buy another dress for a while. This one looks really pretty.”

She turned around, stuck her butt out, and raised the flouncy skirt to her waist, and bent over a little. “Take my underpants down, please.”

That was a first, but of course, I complied. As far as I’m concerned, any Sharon ass was good Sharon ass.

“I want you to teach me a lesson so I’ll never be bad again.” I was completely confused. “Spank me, spank my ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Make my bare ass really feel it, make it sting. I was bad. Isn’t that what happens to a bad girl?” she whined. “Spank me!”

Sharon had been liking our ass play more and more. Her pussy gushed when I fingered her back there, she liked me rubbing it, squeezing it, opening it wide when she was on top. Even her clothes –like this dress– were flaunting it more. And gone were the granny pants, now she wore those high waisted, stretchy things that really exposed her globes, no matter what she was wearing. They made her ass look totally brazen. A real change from “it’s too fat, it’s too big, don’t look at it.” Though she still played like it mortified her that it jiggled when she walked and I whistled. But this was a whole other level.

“Come on baby. Please Ronnie?” Sharon had never been a beggar before. “I’m getting wet just waiting for it. It’ll make me fuck you really good, I promise. Please spank my ass!” She stuck it out for me again.

So I did. I whacked her across her cheeks.

“Ow. Do it again. Oww! Again! Owww! Do it again!”

She was really getting into it. And was I getting hard from it? What was going on?

“I like it when you smack my poor little heinie. Punish my big behind some more! Make it hard for me to sit down! Owww! Again!” She was really liking this. “Touch my cunt, finger fuck my pussy Ronnie. See how wet it is? See what happens when I’m bad?”

She was right, she was totally gushing.

“Fuck me now. Fuck me with my new, expensive dress on. I’m all bent over for you the way you like it, aren’t I? I’m showing you my big old tushie the way you always want it.”

I was so hard it hurt. My penis slid in like… yeah, it slid in like it was melted butter in there.

“Your cock feels so good! Slap my ass again, fuck me, spank me, make me howl!! Ooooooowwwwyyeeeessssss!!”

I kept walloping her rear while I was crashing into her backside, and before you know it I was coming, she was coming for what must have been the fifth time. Her rear end was almost purple and she was laughing, crying, screeching.

“Oh Ronnie, you made my ass feel so good. I was so bad.”

“Maybe next time I can fuck you there.” I figured I’d try.

“I like you smacking it, I don’t want you fucking it.”

“Come on, you’ll love it.”

“You can fuck my pussy, bite my tits. You can stare at my ass all you want, and hit it till I shout. But you will not, you cannot, bugger my asshole, no matter how much you cry.”

“I know you’ll give in eventually.”

“Out. Not in.”

Yeah, that’s what she says now.

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You are wearing your flowing white sun dress and walking barefoot on the white sand beach…

There is no one else around… as I approach, I see your womanly figure walking towards me… you are lost in thought and haven’t yet recognized me… your lovely smile appears at the instant you realize that it is me…

As we reach each other, embrace, and kiss, I notice that your white dress is quite translucent and the white bathing suit that you have underneath accents your figure in a most flattering way!

Nearby, there is a waterfall that tumbles from the hillside and creates a nice pool… from the pool flows a small stream that flows across the beach and into the ocean… what a lovely romantic place!

You kiss me again – more passionately this time… your big smile tell me that you enjoy our kisses very much!

After a few minutes of kissing and talking, we begin walking together through the warm white sand towards the waterfall…

The sound of the falling water gets louder as we get closer… we are holding hands and stopping once in a while to kiss… the day is perfect…

The almost-invisible trail ends at the beautiful pool below the waterfall… there is no one else anywhere to be seen…

“Oh, Rory – it’s just you and I and no one else around!” you whisper as we hold each other close…

“I’m a bit warm from walking – let’s go into the water…” you say with that special smile that lets me know you are up to something…

You move to help me take my t-shirt off over my beşiktaş escort head… as my head pops out, your soft lips are there waiting for mine… your kisses taste like desire…

As we kiss, my fingers playfully move the straps of your sun dress off your shoulders… you take a half-step back and let it drop to the sand… I look down and can’t help but notice that your white bikini compliments your smooth, tanned skin so well! your hair moves seductively in the gentle breeze…

We stand there together on a flat rock overlooking the water and you decide that you want to jump off, so we hold hands and jump… SPLASH!!

As we come up to the surface, you kiss me while treading water… then you notice that there is a small hidden pool behind the waterfall and challenge me to a race… we playfully swim behind the waterfall and stand up in the water to kiss again…

You press your body against my bare chest as we kiss… I put my hands on your hips and pull you against me…

We are in the warm water up to our waists now… you put your hands behind me and feel my rear, pressing me against you even more firmly… your hips begin to move as you rub yourself against the growing bulge in the front of my shorts…

As I kiss your neck, my hands move up to undo your bikini top… you close your eyes, tilt your head back, and smile – giving me permission… after removing your top, I look down at your beautiful breasts… your nipples are already fully etiler escort aroused from the water…

You close your eyes in pleasure as I bend down to kiss one nipple, then the other… then you open your eyes again and watch me – smiling… saying nothing…

As our lips meet again, you run your fingers gently down the center of my back to the waistband of my shorts and begin to pull them down very slowly… I help you to take them off, and you playfully toss them up onto the shore… you take my cock in your hand beneath the water, and begin to tease it – feeling it grow for you…

We kiss passionately again… you press your bare breasts against my chest – feeling the warmth, the wetness, the heat… I whisper softly… “Oh, lover – I want you so much right now…”

You step out of your bikini bottom and toss it onto the shore near my shorts… we are naked together again at last! you wrap your fingers around my cock, place it between your legs, and rub the tip of it against your clit…

After a couple minutes of this, you hop up in the water, put your arms around my neck, and wrap your smooth legs around my waist… my fully-aroused cock is right at the very entrance of your pussy now…

Reaching behind you, your hand moves in tiny circles as you rub the very tip of my cock against your clit and then slowly, slowly guide me inside of you… you are so wet, yet so tight! I can feel every inch of your pussy gripping me as you slowly take more taksim escort and more of my big cock inside you… deeper… deeper… deeper!

We are making love in the water now… you cover my face with kisses, and then put your tongue into my mouth as you ride up and down… up and down… up and down!

Your breathing is getting heavier now… I can tell you are getting close to having an orgasm… so am I… the water surrounds us and makes us feel light as we move with each other… kissing… touching… feeling…

The warm summer sun shines on our naked bodies…

Now you playfully spread your legs wide, and I quickly push as deep inside of you as I can – your pussy feels so wonderful!!

As I stroke in and out, your pussy muscles tighten, then relax – riding the whole length of my cock… our nipples brush together with every thrust… your tightness and wetness are bringing me closer and closer – my hardness is filling you completely… oh, lover!! mmmmmmm!!

Suddenly, you tip your head back and moan loudly… your orgasm is a very strong one… this is what I’ve been waiting for – I can’t hold back any longer and erupt deep inside of your pussy… as you feel the first warm spurt of my cum, your hungry lips find mine and we kiss as we continue to cum together… the water flows around us – making us one…

Afterwards, we relax in the water, and just smile at each other… “Oh, Rory! making love with you is even better than I remembered!” you whisper breathlessly…

I put my hands on your cheeks, look deep into your eyes, and reply… “thank you for being my lover… you are a beautiful woman in every way!”

The sound of falling water fills our ears – it’s the sound of complete satisfaction…

The summer sun shines, the white sand sparkles, the water flows…

We kiss again for the longest time…

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