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That wonderful Summer of discovery

I was 18 and a tomboy, if that term is still used. I climbed trees, ran races, played ball with the boys, rode a bicycle every day and loved my life, my family and my friends.

I knew far more boys than I knew girls, but it never seemed important to me. I went where I wanted to go and with the people I wanted to be with.

I was close to graduation from high school when my first boyfriend decided it was time for him to get laid.

He didn’t care much what I wanted, all I heard from him for weeks was, “when are we going to do it?” I was getting bored with it, but I liked being with Tom, his name was Tom, and we went to nice places and he treated me pretty good.

So, during the Spring of my senior year in high school, I agreed to give it up. I knew enough to not get carried away with the passion of the moment and end up preggy.

I made Tom tell me what he wanted to do, I made him tell me what he expected before, not after we got naked, long before. It was kind of like foreplay to me, I wanted to be loved, I craved his touch, but I was careful what I let him touch.

It was a Saturday night and we were parked out by the coast in the back of his father’s car, we were very passionate. I found myself very wet and wanting his attention.

I relaxed and let him do pretty much what he wanted. He seemed to realize that this was his big moment and all I said was don’t make me pregnant.

The tender loving ended shortly thereafter as he pushed himself between my thighs and shoved his penis up into me. I offered little resistance because I really wanted to feel him inside me. I think he was inside me for about 20 seconds when he exploded, pulled back and sat panting next to me on the seat.

I guess he must have left most of his load on my vaginal lips because the mess was excessive. I cleaned myself up while he lit a cigarette and relaxed from his great accomplishment.

No condom, no holding me, just the epitome of wham bam thank you ma’am. He did offer me a drag on his cigarette, but I declined.

The next thing I knew we were sitting out front of my house and he was opening the door, biding me good night. Wow, what a wonderful experience. I was crushed. I felt nothing now.

Yea, he was my boyfriend and now all his friends would know I let him have his way with me, turns out to be a one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

The very next day, his best friend wanted to meet me after school. I was a little miffed that Tom felt he could pass me around, so I asked him why he did that. He got all defensive and told me it was ok for me to see other guys, he wanted to see other girls.

Wow, true love really knows no bounds. I met with his best friend and that’s exactly what he wanted. I asked him why he thought I would go with him. He said Tom told him I would give it up because he was a good friend. I didn’t even know this guy, I told him to fuck his fist.

This was to be a cross roads in my young adult life. I had to make a choice now, be a slut and go with any guy who wanted me, or back off and be my own girl. What did I want? I really had to figure this out and I had to do it quick. I really didn’t know what it felt like to have good sex, but I knew my body wanted something.

I decided to try another guy out. Perry had been bugging me for a date the whole school year and I wanted to see if it was any better or at least different.

Perry came over to a place where I baby-sit some younger kids one night the following week and we proceeded to make out on the couch. I expected the push from him to do it and my body was telling me I wanted him to do it.

My mind was not so sure, but I listened to my body and let him get his hands inside my panties. He went right by the hot spot and spent all his effort trying to force a finger up into me. I was not being easy to enter, and he was beginning to hurt me a little.

I stopped him finally and told him it was painful. He looked at me and said his dick hurt too. Taking it out of his pants he showed it to me, it was my first actual look at one and it was kind of ugly to me.

Perry said, “take a hold of it”, “put it in your mouth.” I looked at him with some incredulity and then looked at his throbbing penis. One of the girls at school had told me about jerking guys off and I thought maybe I would try that. I didn’t want him to be in pain, and I didn’t want him to hurt me anymore.

So, I started to play with his penis and that lasted maybe 30 seconds before he spit all over me. Once again, the guy was satisfied in less than a minute and I sat there covered with his spuge and wanted something I had no clue how to get. He was gone before I got cleaned up. So much for guys, I was O for two. Was I a loser?

I decided to find out more about this sex thing. All I knew for sure was that it left me feeling worse than I did when I started.

Sherry, the girl that had told me about jerking guys off, had a good laugh when I told her what was going on and then felt for me enough to agree to sancaktepe escort teach me a few things. She lamented that guys just didn’t get it about girls. They only got what to do with their peckers.

I asked her point blank about how she felt, and I got an answer that mimicked my experience. We decided to find some answers together. Neither of us had a steady guy at that point so we went out trolling one Saturday night. We decided to get out of the High School kids and maybe find something a little more mature.

We looked pretty good and got into a dance hall that catered to men from the nearby military base. They were a lot more polite, less aggressive and a lot more fun to be with.

We let ourselves be passed around the club for a while, drinking soft drinks, dancing and flirting with as many guys as we could. It was great fun and Sherry and I had a really good time. Sam asked me out for a date the following weekend and I agreed to go out with him.

Sam’s friend Peter agreed to take Sherry out too and the double date was set. We giggled all the way home about our military men and how maybe they could show us a really good time.

The following weekend Sherry and I went down to the club and met our dates. They took us to a nice restaurant and bought us some wine with dinner and talked and talked. They were both from other cities and towns, far away and here, stationed for a short term training program.

We had a great dinner and then we went dancing at the club. We danced slow songs and Sam held me tightly against him, I could feel his manhood pressing into my thigh as we moved about the dance floor. He kissed my neck and I nestled down against his broad chest. This was nice. Later in the evening they took us back to my car and kissed us goodnight. I didn’t want to leave and neither did Sherry, but these guys were being perfect gentlemen.

It was me that suggested we go park somewhere and have some “fun.” What was I doing?

They instantly agreed, and we drove out to the beach area and found a stray dune to park behind. I got out, took my shoes off, and started to walk in the sand while Sherry stayed in the car with her date. Sam took my hand and we walked hand in hand to the water’s edge.

I leaned against him and wanted him to kiss me. He stopped and turned to face me, bringing his lips to my cheek and allowing me to turn into him, we kissed softly, just barely touching lips, tongues at the ready but not fully engaged. Soft teasing kisses, then he kissed my neck and held me tight, his lips worked down between my breasts and I could feel him licking me.

I was excited and held his head in my hands, pulled him into me and pressed my breasts against his face. His hands slipped up my back and quickly unhooked my bra, his hands came to the front to cup my breasts and he pushed one into his hungry mouth. His other hand held onto my left breast and squeezed the nipple hard, it sent chills thru me, his tongue lashed out at my other nipple and he sucked hard pulling all the soft flesh into his mouth while his other hand pinched my nipple. It hurt but it felt good, I wanted more, I held his head and moaned for more.

We went back up to the dune and laid down in the sand, his hands were firm, and they felt good, his lips were hot and wet, he put his tongue down my throat, licked my breasts and soon his hands found their way to my jeans. He rubbed me from the outside, he knew where to put his hands and soon I was on fire. I had no idea what to do, he was in complete control and that was fine with me.

We kissed and rubbed with me on the bottom and him on top for an hour, I was overjoyed. He had pulled my blouse up and was straddling my legs tonguing my belly, licking my navel, pushing his chin down against my jeans. All I could do was thrust and heave into him. I was really into him, writhing with joy every time his tongue found a new spot.

He went down between my legs and cupped my vagina entrance with his mouth and blew hot air thru my jeans, I was going wild, I reached down and unbuttoned my belt and the top of my jeans, reached under my butt and pushed them down away from my waist. He responded by pulling them down, along with my black panties, exposing my mound of pubic hair to his hungry gaze.

He sat up and took off his own jeans and shirt, laid down on top of me and started to kiss me deeply, my thighs parted to allow him access and I could feel his manhood pushing on my belly. I raised my knees and he slid down between my legs and suddenly I felt him enter me. I was wet, soft and open to him, but I was tight, my passage was narrow, and he was gentle with me.

He took forever getting all the way in. Slowly pushing then pulling back and slipping back into me was an incredible sensation. I wrapped my legs around him and wouldn’t let him move, I was filled up finally and it felt great.

Suddenly he got frantic and pushed up and away from me, breaking my leg hold on him and pulling out of me. He was up on his ümraniye escort knees and his face was pained, then I saw what was happening, his penis was squirting his seed all over my belly, he came back down on top of me and started crying and apologizing for what he had done.

I held him and lamented a little myself. I was really having a good time and he was exhausted. When he had recovered a bit he wanted to leave, I asked him point blank to do it again and he said he couldn’t.

I didn’t understand, my pussy was hot and ready, and he was done. Sex was a great big disappointment. This was not going to work.

Our date mates were making out hot and heavy when we got back to the car. Sam and I grinned at each other, climbed in the car and we drove back to the club with them still making out in the back.

Sherry and I drove home, and she was absolutely giddy. Her make out session had been pretty good, he had gotten his hand in her pants and rubbed her until she had an orgasm. She had had one before by herself, so she knew what it was.

She had returned the favor by sucking on his penis and he came in her mouth. She giggled as she told me she didn’t know what to do with it. I asked her how it tasted and all she could remember was salty with a bit of flavor. It wasn’t bad, so she ended up swallowing it.

“Can I get pregnant by swallowing it?” She asked.

Nothing bad happened and it was so pleasant she licked him up as he receded. He squirmed because he was very sensitive after his orgasm and didn’t want to be touched.

All in all, she was thrilled and had made a date for the next weekend with him. I was happy for her, but now I was more frustrated than ever and wondered if maybe I was different somehow. My friend has had an orgasm and I had no idea what that was.

The week at school went by quickly and Sherry and I decided to travel together to the dance hall by the military base where she would meet her date. I figured I could probably pick up a date without too much trouble, maybe Sam would be there. We arrived, and the place was packed with dancing bodies as we made our way to the bar looking for Sherry’s date.

We both saw some people we had met before, but the field was full of young handsome men appearing to be alone. A guy I had danced with before swept me to the dance floor just as we reached the bar. We move into a tight clutch and whirled around the floor. He smelled good, danced well, and I fell right into his body and held on tightly as we moved in perfect tandem to the rhythm of the music.

This was fun. On one of our trips past the bar I saw that Sherry had found her date and she waved at me as we went by. The next time around they were gone. I hoped they were having a good time too.

My dance partner moved me to a table near the south end of the floor and asked me if I wanted a beer. I said, “sure”, and he took off to the bar. I sat at the table and watched the young guys swirling around me. Two of them stopped and asked me to dance, but I begged off telling them I was waiting for my friend to bring a drink. They were polite and moved on. That was a lot different than what I had experienced with high school boys.

The military must teach manners too. My friend returned, and we introduced ourselves, his name was Bill and he was in training at the base just like Sam. I asked him about his training and he kind of shrugged it off, saying it was just routine marching and drill, uniform changing formations, learning about how to stand inspections, clean the barracks, and clean weapons. He didn’t make it sound real exciting.

He wanted to talk about home and how much he missed it. I let him talk, he really was a talker. I learned more about his life in 30 minutes than I knew about my own it seemed.

We danced and drank beer for a couple of hours and then he said to me, “want to get some fresh air?”

I said, “yes”, and we made our way to the door. Sherry had taken off with the car, so I was on foot. Bill took my hand and we started to walk around the dance hall.

The backside of the building was covered with couples in various stages of erotic behavior. I kind of balked at the idea of walking down the middle of this cordon. It seemed like we were intruding on them. He seemed to agree so we started off in another direction.

Standing in the middle of the parking lot he turned me to face him and kissed me fully and firmly. I was surprised but pleased, he tasted good and his tongue was very long. He managed to fill my mouth with it and I closed my lips and sucked on it.

We clinched for a long time and after we separated, he whispered that he wanted to take me to bed. I stopped and feigned shock at his words, like it wasn’t what I wanted too.

He saw thru it and kissed me again. We started walking again and I looked up ahead and saw a Motel 6 sign lighting up the night. He said, “is that motel ok with you?”

I just giggled; it was all I could manage. He rented a room and led me tuzla escort to the door, opened it and stepped inside. It had two double beds, a color tv and a bathroom with shower and tub.

Neither one of us cared about the decor and after he closed the door, he kissed me again. His hands roamed my back and pulled my blouse up out of my jeans. He began running his bare hands up and down my bare back. He soon reached the bra clasp and freed my breasts from their grasp. Without missing a beat, I felt his hands roam down the inside of my jeans cupping my buttocks and rubbing me gently.

I released the front button and zipper on my jeans and he pushed them over my hips. They fell to the floor around my ankles. I had in the meantime pulled his shirt up and had felt his hard and hairy chest. I had never been with a boy that had a lot of body hair, so this was very different, it was rough but silky at the same time. I pressed my face against his chest as he removed his shirt. Wrapping my arms around him I could hear his heart beating and the sound of his breathing. I was thrilled.

We soon found our way to the bed, pulled the covers back and settled naked into the cool white sheets. He pulled me to him and we kissed forever. Soon I was lost in his smell, his touch, and my own sexual desires.

I knew I wanted something, I knew where the center of that something was, and I was thinking at that point that Bill was going to satisfy that need. He seemed to be tuned in to me already, everyplace he touched me I came alive, he sucked my nipples and they answered his touch by becoming aroused and hard in his mouth. He kissed my belly, my navel, and suddenly he was kissing the inside of my left thigh.

I was lost in his touch, just waiting for the next incredible sensation. He went to the corner where my thigh met my groin and then went across to the other thigh and started there again.

My thighs just tingled; my pubic region was alive and demanding to be touched. He didn’t do that, he worked all around it, he went up to the navel again, and down to the inside of the knees, everywhere but where I wanted him. I finally put my fingers in his hair and guided his face to my pubic mound, willing and pulling him into me, I wanted to be touched.

He didn’t resist but he didn’t press either, I felt his tongue reach inside the hairs and tickle my clitoris. I went wild. I cried out, “please, please touch me.” Suddenly his mouth surrounded my clitoris and his tongue began to rake over me. He moved it around and around, then he sucked on it and I could feel him pulling it out of its hiding place.

The more he touched it the greater my sensation. This was glorious. His shoulders pushed under my thighs and I felt him reach for a pillow. He gently lifted my hips and slid the pillow under my butt. Now he had easier access to me and he went to work pleasing me more than I had ever imagined. His face slid down and his tongue entered me like a small penis. He pushed it in and pulled it out. Each stroke being finished by a long lick up across my clitoris.

Now I was getting wild, reaching for his hair, pulling his face into me, begging for an end to the torture. Then he surrounded my clitoris with his lips and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, pulling on it, rubbing it as I went higher and higher up the orgasm ladder.

Finally, my body relented, and I felt the spasm start in my toes, they curled, my knees bent, my thighs trembled, and my stomach contracted as the orgasm spread throughout my body. My first one, it was unbelievable.

This was what sex was all about, this is what I had been looking for all these months. I felt the spasm building again and the second time it was even more powerful. I felt like I was going to pass out.

He slowed down and got very gentle with me, just softly licking me and humming a little tune. I felt him rise to his knees and move his face up to my breasts where he suckled each one in turn, then moving to my lips where he put his long tongue in my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty, I suddenly realized that it was me I was tasting.

Wow. I almost didn’t feel him penetrate me because he was kissing me so deeply. He was fully inside me before I realized that he was there, and I felt my heels dig in and my hips push up against him. I was resting on the pillow and my feet were flat on the bed, I pushed up harder into him, wanting him to go deeper and deeper.

He started to move in and out, pulling his cock fully out and then pushing it back in, spreading my lips each time he began a new thrust. It was maddening. I felt another orgasm begin to form in my toes. I urged him to move faster, I thrust harder, reached for his hips with my hands and tried to pull him closer.

Just as I was about to release my built-up tension he sat up and reached for his dick. He began to stroke it and all I could do was say, “NO!” Then it was too late, I could see his white cream leaping out of the head, shooting all over my stomach. He was coming, and I was right at the edge.

I had no idea what to do, I closed my eyes and tried to squeeze my tears away. He got up and I could hear him in the bathroom, he peed, and I heard water running in the sink. He returned with a warm cloth and cleaned up his spuge. Slowly rubbing the warm wet cloth on my stomach and down thru my vaginal lips. I was crushed, I had my first orgasm and I guess I should be thrilled.

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Work had been a tedious day after tedious day recently. I guess that’s usually what it comes down to especially when you’re working in the food court for the student center. Every day it was the same basic thing. Cut up tons of bagels and make them into assorted items for the same old customers, then once we close time is filled with cleaning then off home I go to wait for the next day. It’s almost as if I’m stuck in some sort of horrible ground hog day loop.

Well today was no different than the rest. As par the rest of the employees and myself had all done our best to sell the bagels and just try to get home before it got too hot. We were just about finished with closing up the store when I saw one of the hottest little foxes ever. She was a perfect 5 foot 6 inches with slender legs and the sexiest brown hair with just enough streaks to make her look almost like a celebrity. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight fitting top that was perfect for the hot weather as of late.

Really all I could do as she walked by was stare at her beauty. Suddenly she turned and our eyes met. From that point on I knew I had to have her regardless of what it took. She continued on her way to a seat by the window drawing several other looks from guys along the way. As she was sitting down I hurried to finish what was left so I could clock out and catch up with the catch of the month.

After clocking out I pulled off my work shirt and put on something a little less fast foody and made sure I didn’t smell too much. Slowly I approached her from behind trying to calm my nerves. “Come on man you can do it,” I thought to myself.

Standing next to her I gently cleared my throat. “I umm…I couldn’t help but notice you sitting alone and well umm…thought you’d umm…umm…like some company. May I uhh…join you?” Once the words left my mouth I instantly regretted them. Why did I have to go umm… so damn much? There was definitely no way she’d say yes. Words of failure filled my vision and clogged my ears that I barely noticed her looking at me questioningly. I shook my head to clear away all the distractions when I heard her soft voice.

“Yes I’d love some company.” I smiled at her and sat down looking out the window. “Are you all right? You stood there doing nothing, not even reacting, for a minute.”

“Oh yea, sorry about that. Kinda was kicking myself for the horrible talking I did just now.” She giggled. Her giggles were like words to a song they sounded so damned good to me.

“Hey don’t worry it’s cute. Plus having a hard time asking a question is better than not asking it at all, right?” I nodded my head in agreement. “So you work at the bagel place?”

“Yea it’s mainly just a temporary thing right now but at least it pays in the end. So are you currently taking summer courses?”

“No I’m actually an incoming student. I’m here for preview, doing all that annoying stuff. Was preview a real nerdy type thing for you? Because all we’ve seemed to have done is play weird games that I had never played.”

I laughed remembering my own preview day. “Yea basically. You guys are even playing the same stupid games that we played. I remember having to spell my name with my ass several times because of certain penalties that my coordinator had brought into the game. Definitely wasn’t fun,” this brought even more giggles from my beautiful conversation partner. “What do you plan on majoring in?”

“I haven’t completely decided yet but I’m thinking something in biology. This school really has lots of great resources when it comes to biology. What are you studying?”

“Well something biology related really. I’m actually a chemical engineering major but I’m also studying biomedical engineering. So basically a lot of the stuff you’ll be going over in biology I’ll have taken a more advanced course of it. By the way my name is James. What’s yours?”

“Karen, Karen Williams. It’s a pleasure to meet you James. I guess I really should get going. I think they’re going to go take a test sometime. It was a pleasure talking to you.”

“Hey it was nice talking to you too. But just to throw this out there, maybe if you wanted to hang out some tonight once you’re done with all the preview stuff you can give me a call.” I wrote my number down on a piece of paper I had in my pocket just for this occasion. “Don’t be shy now.” With a smile Karen left to join her group heading off to begin one of at least two tests for the day.

It was almost nine and I had yet to get a call from Karen. Too bad how I wish I could have seen the rest of that dynamite body. çekmeköy escort I lay on the couch catching up on the baseball highlights for the day when the phone rings. I casually pick it up thinking it’s just one of my friends calling me for a ride home from one of the many bars in town. “Hello?”

“Hey James, it’s Karen. Sorry if I’m calling too late for you. But umm…did you still want to get together tonight? I just can’t take anymore of this preview thing for now.”

All that I could think about is “Yes!” “Yea that sounds great. I’ll pick you up in front of the dorm you’re staying in. I’ll be there in like 5 minutes ok?”

“Great I’ll see you.” I hung up the phone and put on something relatively decent since I had been lying around my apartment in very little because of how hot it was. Soon enough I was in my car and driving towards campus. I popped a couple mints in my mouth to get rid of a little of the beer smell on the way.

When I pulled up in front of the dorm there she was looking even hotter than earlier today. She was wearing a sheer top with relatively the same skirt, I really couldn’t tell just yet. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore these sexy little fuck me pumps. I just wanted to grab her and have my way with her, but I just had to wait.

“Thanks for coming by so late. I just really couldn’t take it anymore. On top of all the stupid little games my roommate just wouldn’t shut up, so I just had to get out of there.” She smiled in my direction and I just couldn’t help but smile back.

“So what do you want to do until you figure your roommate heads to bed?” I pulled out of the parking lot slowly and started heading back to my apartment before she even answered my question.

“Let’s head back to your place. I’m sure it’s a bit more sane than this place is right now.” I smiled as I was heading for the home stretch.

“Sounds like a capital idea. Anything specific you want to do?”

“I can think of a few things,” she replied as she ran her fingers down my neck. I smiled and drove a little bit faster hoping to get this fox in my arms as soon as possible.

Finally we had reached my apartment. It had been a long agonizing 5 minutes of her gently caressing my neck and me running through how I’d ravage her body.

We entered my place and I quickly picked some things up off the floor. It definitely was a guy’s apartment. There was stuff everywhere. Karen walked in still sexy as ever looking around. She seemed to like the place. She sat down as I offered her a drink. She kindly declined and motioned me to sit next to her. I quickly turned on the stereo, letting my mp3 player cycle through its softer tracks but still keeping it a rock theme.

We sat there talking about anything and everything. Slowly we’d get a little closer. I could feel the warmth pulsating from her body as I wrapped my arm around her. Her smile let me know that she was perfectly fine with it and then I knew she desired more when she snuggled in closer to me.

I looked her deep in the eyes and slowly kissed her. At first we were both very timid not knowing what all was ok but soon the passion took us over. We kissed more deeply now, our tongues played with one another in our mouths as I leaned over her smaller form. Her hands ran over my back as I moved one hand down her smooth thigh.

Within mere moments from when we began kissing she was straddling me kissing me even more fiercely. Inside my head all I could think about was, “Jackpot!” My hands ran all over her perfect form sliding to her perfect ass squeezing it.

We stopped kissing long enough to look into each other’s eyes to make sure everything was still ok. Once we both saw that and more we continued kissing, our tongues still dancing with one another. As we kissed I could feel her begin to rock herself back and forth on me slowly at first but picking up pace. I could feel her warmth through my pants, and I could sense her desire. It was like lighting in a bottle, electric and powerful.

I held her close to me as I rolled her onto her back. With her legs wrapped around me I pulled away long enough to undo her blouse revealing her B-cup breasts. Her tan lines made her look even sexier and her little pink nipples begged for attention. I smiled down at her as she shrugged her shoulders out of the blouse and tossed it onto the floor.

I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as she pawed at my back pulling my shirt closer to my head. Once I had that nipple hard cevizli escort I began to work on the other but Karen pulled my shirt up over my head tossing it with her blouse. I smiled and quickly began my work on the other nipple keeping the other hard by pinching it with my hand.

Karen’s hands slowly slid down my back to the top of my pants. She expertly undoes my belt and unbuttons my pants allowing me more freedom. Again with expert precision she pushes both my pants and boxers down my legs with her feet allowing me to pull out of them. I prop myself up above her just looking into her already flushed face. I kiss her again as her hands caress my manhood. I grow in her hands filling them, she looks at me amazed and then whispers into my ear, “I wonder if I can take you all in.” I smile and lean back looking her in the eyes.

She smiles back and slowly stalks me like a cat ready for dinner. She then leans down and licks from my balls to my head sending tingles down my spine. Over and over she licks my shaft until finally she takes me into her mouth running her tongue around me. Slowly inch by inch more and more of me disappears into her mouth. I can feel her tongue running all over me as my head reaches the back of her throat. Slowly she pulls me out looking at her grip on my penis. “Damn still had a little bit to go.” She smiled and sucked me right back into her warm mouth this time working me harder and faster.

With each passing moment I could feel myself get closer to orgasm. My mind swam in the awesome blowjob this little freshman could give. Soon sparks flashed in my eyes, as I was just about to explode. With a sudden movement I pulled myself out of her warm mouth just before I filled it. Karen looked at me perplexed, “That bad eh?”

I shook my head furiously, “God no, one of the best I’ve ever had before. I just didn’t want to cum just yet.” I winked at her and then smiled devilishly. “I do believe you’d like some in return then of course after that is the main dish in my mind.” I kissed her gently laying her on her back. I kissed down her neck slowly teasing her as much as I could. I ran my free hands over her perfectly smooth skin teasing her even more. I could feel her body tense whenever I would get close to any of her sensitive areas. With her eyes closed she was completely at my mercy, I could torture her as much as I wanted.

Knowing that I could have my complete way with this tight little fox I slowly kissed down her chest making sure to spend excruciating time on her nipples bringing them into my mouth over and over again. Cautiously I bit one of her nipples causing her to gasp. But it wasn’t a painful gasp but rather a gasp of pleasure. She looked me into the eyes begging me to do more. I smiled once again this time a more devilish grin rather than the normal smiles portrayed for her before.

Slowly I pulled her skirt off leaving her lying on my couch in one of the tiniest g-strings I had ever seen. It seemed that there was absolutely nothing to it other than string. I ran my hand over her swollen mound feeling the heat and dampness through the micro-thin material. Each time my hands roved over her crotch she tilted her head back in pleasure and anticipation. But each time as my hands moved on she looked at me begging to stop the torment I was inflicting on her.

I leaned forward again kissing her roughly pushing my tongue into her mouth as forcefully as I could. With a free hand I untied her g-string pulling it off of her. Slowly I kissed and nibbled down her body until I was breathing on her sex. Her smell was intoxicating and I knew right then that just this once wasn’t going to do it for me. Slowly I slid a finger up her wet slit letting it push into her lips coating my finger in her juices. With a startling suddenness I leaned forward and pulled her clit into my mouth sucking on it harshly. Her gasps, full of pain but also pleasure, filled the room. Karen tilted her head back before letting an unmistakable moan of pleasure leave her mouth.

“God that feels great,” she panted as she pushed my face into her. I continued to suck on her clit while I slid at first just a finger into her. But within minutes I had 4 fingers pounding in and out of her wetness filling the room with both the smell and sound of sex. With each passing moment Karen became wetter and wetter. It truly amazed me since I had yet to be with a woman who had been this wet. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped sucking on her sweet little clit and forcefully pushed my long tongue erenköy escort deep within her. I explored her sex as well as I could while I slid a still wet finger up her tight ass.

Within moments Karen tilted her head as far back as I thought it could go, her back arched in the air and moans escaping from her mouth. Her orgasm rippled through her body. Wave after wave hit her full force causing her body to begin shaking well before it had subsided. With the final moments of her initial orgasm at hand I moved up her body to kiss her gently only to receive one of the roughest kisses ever. It was such a turn on. Karen had taken one of the biggest orgasms I had ever seen and was still hungry for more.

We both smiled when our kiss broke, I slowly pushed the head of my cock against her swollen wetness. Little by little I applied more force causing more and more of me to slide deep within her. First it was just an inch but slowly 2, then 3, and then the fourth. Within moments I had myself completely buried within her. My balls comfortably rested up against her body her juices coating them.

With a practiced ease I began to ease myself out of her and then back in. Faster and faster I began to move in and out of her as she became more and more accustomed to my size. Her breasts slid forward each time I thrust into her and moved down her body each time I pulled out. The sounds of sex filled the room intoxicating both of us, fueling the lust between us.

After what seemed like hours of fucking, Karen pulled me close kissing me passionately. She wrapped her legs around my slim body never wanting to let go. “Roll over I’m gonna ride you like you’ve never been ridden before.” I quickly complied maneuvering myself so that she was on top.

Licking her lips she slowly began to slide up and down my cock. Her breasts dangled in front of my face tempting me to suck on her nipples. But each time I sat up to do so I was pushed back down forcefully. “Just enjoy it sexy!” I nodded my head in agreement as she bounced on me now. I could feel myself get closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. Pretty soon I will have passed the point of no return and I could sense that it was the same for her too.

Suddenly she stopped. I looked at her concerned but she just giggled. “Don’t worry just wanted to change thing around a little bit. This way you’ll have something different, ok?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” I responded as she turned around with me still deep within her. Now she was facing away from me, her hands on my knees. Her tight ass hole filled my vision as she began to slide up and down my rock hard shaft once again. With a coating of her juices my cock glistened in the light. After looking at the wonderful scene just a little bit more I could see the coating of her juices that covered both our crotches. Some of her juices even covered her tight little asshole. I just couldn’t resist. With a quickness that would surprise some I licked my finger and slowly pushed it deep within her back end.

Karen immediately tilted her head back in pleasure. Moans escaped her sweet lips as she was pushed over the edge once again. Waves washed over her body causing her to shake violently. She had to lean forward with her hands on my knees just to keep from falling over. Minutes passed and she was still recovering from her orgasm. Slowly I pulled myself out of her and began to rub myself.

As Karen regained her wits she rolled over onto her back to see what I was up to. Pleasure filled her eyes when she saw me jerking myself. She could see I was close to covering her and she leaned forward for the first globs of my surprise. Finally I closed my eyes and groaned loudly. Hot streams of my semen shot from the tip of my cock hitting her initially on the upper lip. Karen was quick to lick those up tasting me. After a couple other streams of my love juice slid down her chin she took me into her mouth once again and milked me for all I was worth. She stroked me like a professional getting each glob of semen from my already softening penis.

Finally when Karen was done milking all the cum out of me we both collapsed on the bed. Sweat covered both our bodies as exhaustion started to overtake us. We kissed passionately again before Karen drifted off to sleep. Before I fully fell asleep only a few thoughts ran through my head. “Thank god I saw her today,” and, “I do think Cecile will enjoy this fox just as much as I will.” With another devilish grin I finally fell asleep with one of the hottest freshman I had ever seen comfortably in my arms.

*

This is Chapter 7 of my series Study Buddies. It seems like it has taken a definite turn from the relative setup that I had had before. Hopefully all my fans will enjoy this story and any future stories that come from this one. Please anyone who wants to, please leave some feedback. Any feedback helps me become a better writer and thus become a better storyteller.

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Each year I attend a conference in my field of work that is held at a college or university campus somewhere in the U.S. These are usually good continuing education opportunities conducted in a relaxed atmosphere. The conference is inexpensive as all attendees stay in the college dorms, eat in the dining hall and generally spend 3 days on a relatively empty campus. The only negative is that mine is a male-dominated profession. The number of females attending the conference is very small and, usually, uninspiring. Few hot women enter male-dominated professions, I guess.

One year at one conference session, I found myself sitting next to a woman named Rebecca. I always strike up a conversation with a woman, especially one at least 10 years younger than me. Rebecca was a bit size-challenged and may have weighed a few pounds more than she would like, but, and I truly mean this, she had a great personality. She was comfortable with her size and it didn’t interfere with her out-going personality. We commented to each other frequently during the presentation and I spent the between-session break talking to her over coffee. Rebecca was a wonderful young woman in her mid-20’s.

Later that day, we met again at the evening cocktail reception. Each evening we have a cocktail reception with complimentary cocktails – the conference needs to spend the registration money someplace as the inexpensive college dorm rooms and dining hall meals do not eat up large sums of money. By dinner, therefore, all participants are very friendly, Rebecca and I included.

After dinner, most of the “men” break away into various poker games. Not being a good or even adequate poker player, I opt not to participate in these games. There is also a group that ventures out to the local strip club, but I had done that the previous night, so tonight was open. This year we were on a 200+ year old campus in New England and I wanted to walk around to see some of the very old, historic buildings. Architecture is one of my favorite subjects.

Rebecca asked me if I was playing poker or going to the strip club. Told her I did the strip club last night and told her about my historic building tour planned for that evening. She asked if she could come along. I didn’t see why not.

We set out walking around the large campus and she eventually asked if I enjoyed the strip club last night. I welcomed the turn in the conversation from architecture and professional matters to naked women – also one of my favorite subjects. And, since she brought it up, I admit, I was intrigued with her interest.

She asked what the girls were like at the strip club and were they completely nude. She asked if all of us who attended got laid. Obviously, Rebecca knew little about strip clubs and assumed much more went on there than I have ever experienced.

I assured her that her idea of a strip club was substantially incorrect. While this club was more liberal than many with the girls being totally nude on stage and the lap-dance booths being fairly private although only topless, to my knowledge there was no fucking going on. I told Rebecca I was able to have a lap-dance with a very pretty girl with nice B-cup tits who let me suck her nipples for the entire duration of the dance. The stripper, Crystal, even kissed me on the mouth (unusual behavior for a stripper) and told me she would love to “feel my mouth on her bottom”.

I am pretty bold when talking about sex with a woman – perhaps so I can see what her reaction is and if this might be the beginning of verbal foreplay. So, yes, I did refer to the stripper’s breasts as “tits” and didn’t hesitate to tell Rebecca of the stripper’s comment on my oral abilities that I demonstrated on Crystal’s mouth and nipples. Rebecca asked if I accepted the invitation to “pleasure the girl’s bottom”. It seems Rebecca might be as bold as me…hmmm.

I explained to Rebecca that sadly I did not orally pleasure Crystal’s bottom as she indicated that such an activity could not take place in the lap-dance booths. It could only happen in the Champagne booth area which is more private and costs $150 for 15-minutes. Although I told Crystal I would be happy to satisfy her desires if she waived the Champagne fee, she declined this offer and we parted company. Trying to act humble, I told Rebecca I thought Crystal was a good marketing person and probably less of a truly horny young woman who longed for my mouth on her bottom. Rebecca laughed.

We looked at more architecture and soon it was dark and 9 PM so we headed back to the conference area and our dorms. As we got close to Rebecca’s dorm room (we all had private rooms) Rebecca asked if I knew how to play poker. I said I kept a card in my wallet that explained what hands were better than others, but that I was not good at trying to decipher what sort of hand other players might have based on their actions during the game. So, I would have to classify my poker abilities as less than novice

She asked if I would teach her aydınlı escort what I knew. I said sure, if we had a deck of cards. She said she had one with her and opened the door to her dorm suite and invited me in.

The suite had a sitting area and four bedrooms off the sitting area. I sat on the sofa in the sitting area. There were no other residents in the suite but Rebecca. With so few women participants at this conference, the women get nice and very private accommodations. She got the cards and sat on the floor on the side of the coffee table that was in front of me.

I told her we would play 5-card draw which meant that each of us would get 5 cards and then you could choose to toss up to 3 cards and draw up to 3 new ones from the deck. I put the card that was in my wallet that explained that two pair is better than one pair, what a full house was, a straight, etc. on the table. I said we would have a practice hand and gave us each 5 cards.

I turned mine over for her to see and she did the same. I pointed out that I had two 5s but that the other 3 cards were useless, so I would likely draw three trying to get something better to add to the pair of 5s. Rebecca had no pairs but did have 3 clubs although not in order. We consulted the explanation card and I thought she should probably draw 2 cards, hoping that the 2 she drew would either be both clubs or would make a pair or two-pairs with the 3 cards she was going to keep. She said she understood so I drew 3 and she drew 2 cards and I got nothing to improve my hand, but she ended up with a pair of 7s.

I told her she would have won, and I would have had to take off my shirt. She asked what I meant.

“Well, you have to play for something meaningful like money or the challenge is gone from the game, so we should play strip-poker.”

She looked at me for a long while and finally said OK – “go ahead and deal”.

“First, before each hand we have to say what we are betting. On this first hand, I will bet my shoes.”

She had already removed her shoes and reached to put them back on.

“Unfair”, I said, “girls already have more clothing than guys” – but I let her put her shoes on anyway. So, we were both playing the first hand for our shoes.

I dealt myself three 4s and a 7 and 10. I definately didn’t want to win the first hand as I was afraid it would frighten Rebecca away. Away to where? We were in her room! Anyway, I tossed two of the 4’s and was relieved to draw a King and ace. So, I had nothing of value and she did win the first hand. Off with my shoes.

I did the same thing on the second hand and lost my shirt. I was down to my belt, my shorts and my briefs. She was completely dressed in what I estimated was 5 items of clothing since she was not wearing a belt.

I won the next two hands and she lost her shoes and top. She had on a large bra holding a lot of breast meat. Rebecca was definitely larger than any girl I had ever been with before. I was getting excited – blood was filling my cock. I lost the next hand and while Rebecca had a look of anticipation on her face, it was dashed when I took off my belt. She immediately looked and noted that she did not have a belt in her wardrobe.

I won the next hand and Rebecca took off her slacks leaving her in her panties and bra. We were even – two pieces of clothing each, but her next loss would be more revealing than mine. I successfully tired to lose the next hand reducing me to my tidy whities, which did little to hide my raging hard-on.

“You better be careful on this next hand”, Rebecca noted.

“I think the same might apply to you.”

I won the next hand and Rebecca unclasped her bra and somehow was able to remove it and capture her ponderous breasts in her arms without revealing anything. Shy?

“I don’t think you are complying with the spirit of the game,” I said.

“We are both down to our last item of clothing; do you want to stop? She asked.

I gave us each 5 new cards. I drew one and she got wide-eyed as she drew 3 cards. Yes, I won and she had to let go of her breasts to remove her panties, but she did this while still sitting on the floor and managing to again reveal little of what mattered.

I gave us each 5 cards and she looked at me with wonder.

“I have nothing to bet with this hand,” she said.

“Well, if I should lose, we would be even – equally naked; but if I win, I will tell you what you have lost at that time.”

“Sounds risky, but go ahead” as she picked up her cards.

Her face brightened and she drew only one card. I had nothing, drew three and actually ended up with a worse hand after that. I stood and removed my briefs, freeing my cock which was pointing up at my chin and sat back down on the edge of the sofa with my legs open and facing her, my balls hanging off the sofa and my cock not more than 3 feet from Rebecca’s face. I am a bit of a flasher and this was wonderful excitement for bağdat caddesi escort me – being totally naked in front of a younger girl and totally exposing myself to her. She could not look at me without looking at my naked cock and balls. The position itself made my cock harder and some pre-cum was oozing out of my cock-slit.

Rebecca looked at my cock and licked her lips and smiled at me. This girl was super sexy! “What’s next?”

“Obviously, I don’t know how to hide my assets like you do, but if you would like to sit where I am, I would love to eat your pussy for you.” Yes, I am bold and eating pussy is one of my favorite passtimes.

“Sounds better than another night of masturbation” she said as she stood up from her position on the floor.

She was no longer as protective of her body and kept her arms by her side allowing me a clear view of her large, naked body. I have never been with a woman her size and her nakedness was a surprising turn-on for me. There was plenty to kiss, lick and love on that body.

Rebecca’s breasts were the largest I have ever seen but they sat up high on her chest just as any D-cup would on a 23-year-old girl. Her nipples were the BIG surprise. They were long and hard, sticking out from her breasts by at least a ½ inch. My mouth was watering. Yes, there were a few folds in her mid-section and I could not see any of her pussy but what I had seen so far, I really liked.

I stood to give her my space on the sofa and as we got closer to each other, I took her into my arms and we immediately started kissing. Rebecca’s body was soft and her mouth was also soft and sensuous. Even her tongue was soft and my hard cock was very comfortable nestled into whatever it was nestled into in her mid-section.

Our kisses grew more and more passionate; our tongues dueled; she licked my teeth and the roof of my mouth; I sucked her lips into my mouth. We stood there naked, making out like teenagers for more than a half hour.

“You do have a nice mouth” she said “but you promised me more than kisses” as she moved to sit on the sofa.

I moved the coffee table away from where she was going to sit and when I turned around Rebecca was sitting on the edge of the sofa, leaning back with her legs spread as wide as possible and presenting me with the most beautiful pussy I had seen in real life. It was shaved with a perfect triangle of hair pointing to the top. Rebecca was slowly running a finger around her clit.

“I thought you were looking forward to not having to masturbate tonight” I said as I watched her play with her pussy.

“I’m just going to start and rely on you to finish. I love playing with my pussy.”

“It is a very beautiful pussy – and you certainly take good care of it. I can see why you love to play with it.”

“Thanks for noticing,” she said as she moved her hand away and offered her naked pussy to me once again. “I like men who love pussy, so I try hard to have an attractive pussy ready for them.”

I kissed her again on the way down to my knees. I wanted to stop and suck on those delicious looking nipples but her pussy was calling me. I started by kissing the inside of her thighs while resting my hand on the patch of hair above her clit. There was plenty of skin to kiss on her thighs and I covered most of it. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating and I could see the moisture pooling at the bottom of it, below her hole. I never had a woman display her pussy so proudly – it was very sensuous. I could tell that she liked being naked as much as I did.

I licked my right index finger and touched her clit and ran my finger along her inner lips at the top of her pussy. Like other parts of her body, her pussy was super soft and her inner and outer pussy-lips were full and fat. I knew I was going to enjoy sucking on those, but I did not want to move too fast. When my finger again touched her clit, her body gave a small involuntary jump.

“Mmmm, my cunt likes your touch.” I stopped momentarily, and she sensed it. “Does my language offend you?”

“Oh no, on the contrary, I love dirty talk. Great sex is about involving all the senses – the sense of smell, the sense of touch, the sense of sight – which is why I am glad you did not move to turn the light off,- and of course the sense of hearing. So, please continue to speak whenever you like and however you like. My cock likes the sound of your voice.”

“And I hope you will do the same.”

I took hold of the skin on either side of her clit and held it between my thumb and index finger and slowly, but rhythmically squeezed her clit between her own skin. I massaged her clit from the tip to deep inside her body.

“Ohhhh, that feels so good. Where did you learn to do that?”

“That’s my secret,” I responded. “Pussies like to be played with” and I then started to massage the bottom of her pussy with my other hand. Her pussy was very wet.

“I love pussy. bostancı escort Massaging pussy is very satisfying, especially as the pussy responds to my touch and gives forth its juices. Every pussy is different; each one is like a flower waiting to be explored. And your pussy, Miss Rebecca, is one of the nicest I have ever held in my hand.”

“So, you like a wet pussy?” she said as I opened her hole with my fingers. “Absolutely, especially if I am the one making it wet.”

“I love what you are doing, but I want to feel your mouth on my cunt NOW.” And so, I licked the juices flowing out of her hole and licked the moisture around both her inner and outer lips. When I reached her clit, Rebecca had a strong orgasm, pushing my head into her pussy with such force I had to stop licking her clit and suck it into my mouth. I tried to look up and make eye contact with her by I could just barely see her pulling on one of her nipples with her free hand.

When her orgasm finally subsided, I licked her entire pussy clean.

“I love that you masturbate so regularly, because frequent masturbation results in a nice and very sensitive pussy that is joy to bring to its climax. Rebecca, your pussy is very, very nice.”

“That was certainly one of my more intense peaks.”

“I will make sure it is not the last one you have,” I said as I again squeezed her clit between my finger and thumb, this time using my other hand to push my middle finger into her cunt.

“Yes, finger fuck me for a while. I have to say however, that I am surprised at the ample size of your cock since your fingers are so normal in size.”

“Do you need two fingers?” I asked as I slid my index finger into her pussy to work alongside my middle finger.

“No, no, one finger is fine, but two are even better,” as Rebecca held my wrist so that I could not remove either of the two fingers working the inside of her cunt.

I stopped massaging her clit and bent down to suck it into my mouth. It was soft yet hard at the same time, bigger than any I had previously had the pleasure to suck on. Two fingers in her hole and her clit inside my mouth resulted in her second orgasm faster than I thought she would be capable of producing. My whole hand was soaked from the juices that flowed out of her cunt hole and the feeling of her clit twitching in my mouth was marvelous.

“Oh my God, I need a rest. Give me your cock.”

Since Rebecca was laying with her head on the back of the sofa, I straddled her body and presented my cock and balls to her face. She stared at my member and stuck her tongue out and I rested my balls on her outstretched tongue. She licked up to the tip of my cock but could not take it into her mouth since my cock was pointing to the ceiling as was her face.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said.

We walked into her bedroom and she told me to lay down. I did with my legs open, giving her complete access to my bottom. She bent over and kissed me for about 10 minutes and I felt her warm breasts laying on my chest like a blanket. I wanted to start feeling them, but didn’t know where to begin so I just let her have her way with me.

In one motion, she went from kissing my lips to licking the head of my cock. It was loaded with pre-cum.

“I hope you are not going to cum too soon,” she said.

She would lick and kiss my cock and then take it into her mouth – a little more each time. Soon she was putting the entire shaft into her mouth.

“I love having cock in my mouth, but I have never felt one so far back in my throat. It is wonderful feeling your mushroom head back there.”

And, she again put the entire shaft into her mouth as she held and caressed my balls.

I could tell she was really enjoying my cock and it is such a turn-on to have a girl enjoying your cock so much. Too many women suck cock out of some feeling that it is required of them and you can tell when a girl is not in love with the feeling of cock in her mouth. Rebecca was an expert cock sucker and she could tell that I was close to blowing my load, so I didn’t bother to warn her.

“God, Rebecca, your fucking mouth feels sooooo great on my cock – you can suck on it all night if you want.”

Just then I started to cum.

Rebecca let a couple of ropes of cum go right down her throat and then pulled my cock out just a couple of inches so that the next two ropes of cum filled her mouth which she then lovingly swallowed and repeated. When I finished cumming she licked the slit of my cock for the last drops and looked at me.

“What a nice cock you have.”

“I want to eat your pussy again, but could I play with your tits and nipples for a while first?”

“I would like nothing better,” she said and moved to feed one of her nipples to my waiting mouth.

It was all that I anticipated and then some. Big and warm and very sensitive because as I sucked on each nipple, Rebecca got noticeably more excited. I could smell the dampness returning to her pussy and she began to play with her clit. You can always tell when someone is very sexually excited, as they can’t resist pleasuring themselves if their partner happens to not be doing it for them at that moment.

“As much as I could suck on these tits all night, I promised that you did not have to pleasure yourself tonight, so come up here and feed my your nice, fucking wet pussy.”

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This was Ginger’s first time on a train (not counting subways) and her first time in Europe. She had arrived in Germany just a week ago, flying in from her home in Atlanta, Georgia. She had booked this trip on the spur of the moment late one night after finishing the latest Nicholas Sparks novel. She needed this getaway from work. From home. From the anniversary of a bad memory. A year ago she had ended a relationship with her boyfriend of almost two years, Danny. She had come to the depressing realization that Danny was not the romantic, caring and loving partner that he had portrayed himself to be when they met. The final straw was discovering that Danny had been trying to rekindle a romance with one of his ex-girlfriends. It had ended in a tense confrontation with Ginger demanding he return his key to her apartment and to forget her phone number and address because she never wanted to talk to him again.

A year had passed and Ginger had tried dating but she was negative and unwilling to commit and she knew it. Every guy she met she immediately assumed he was acting and she quickly imagined a month down the road and him no longer opening doors for her, no longer sending her cute text messages, no longer trying to be a partner. And with that scene playing in her head she always rejected anyone who showed interest in her. She missed having someone to share little things with. She missed having someone notice the little things about her that she took pride in. She missed human touch. She missed a man’s caress. She missed sex. She missed sex a LOT.

So one late night as she watched the Travel channel and finished off a pint of ice cream, she decided she was going to go away for a vacation. She booted up her laptop, clicked over to a European travel site and booked a train excursion on a luxury train that went from Munich, Germany to Paris, France and the back again with stops in between and time at both ends. She thought about asking her girlfriend Tabitha to go with, but decided she needed the alone time. She had landed in Munich on a Friday evening and arrived at the train station to find a beautiful old-world train waiting on the platform. Once aboard she was delighted with the real wood paneling, brass and velveteen appointments throughout the train. It was like stepping back in time when train travel was luxurious and exclusive. Her cabin was beautiful, lush fabrics, parquet paneling, and a lovely view out the window, traveling at a civil pace. The bed folded up into a very comfortable bench when not being used for sleeping. She loved everything about the train and her cabin and her trip so far except that she was feeling lonely and on those lovely nights as she looked out her window and felt the steady but subtle rumble of the train on the tracks, she longed to have a man touch her like she was having to touch herself.

She had gone to Paris, stayed over for a day but found the romantic nature of the city only made her melancholy having no one with who to share it. So as soon as the train was departing she had gotten back aboard for the return trip to Munich. Many others decided to stay over longer and would wait for the train to return in a week to pick them up and return them to Munich. And there were also many who boarded the train for their first time in Paris who would take the same trip but in the reverse order, Paris to Munich and back to Paris. Ginger sat in the lounge car at one of the little tables facing the boarding platform and sipped on a Grey Goose martini. She was wearing her favorite little blue dress that her friend Tabitha said she should wear any time she wanted every man in a three block diameter to be drawn to her like a sex magnet. Ginger had to admit it revealed her 36D breasts nicely and fell over her shapely hips perfectly, terminating several inches above her knees. She was wearing a great pair of five-inch black, strappy heels she had bought in Paris. She loved how they made her calves look and went perfectly with her authentic French pedicure she had treated herself to.

She knew she looked sexy. She knew the men in the lounge were stealing glances at her. She knew that she could drop the slightest hint and any of them would share her table and her cabin with her. She didn’t care. She was too preoccupied with shutting out the idea of a man. Which is why she didn’t notice him right away as he entered the lounge car.

Kurt had boarded the train in Paris. He found his way to his cabin, stowed his luggage and changed into a pair of black slacks and a white button up oxford. He put on his black wingtips, looked in the mirror, tousled his dark brown hair a bit and said, “Good riddance to Paris. You need a drink.” He made his way to the lounge car and found a seat at the small bar just as the train gently lurched as it departed the platform.

He ordered a Bourbon, double and neat and looked into the mirror behind the bar tender. He saw that he needed to shave. He saw that he looked like he needed to sleep. And he saw an amazingly gorgeous sandy-blond sitting at a table alone behind him wearing a blue dress and sexy heels that caused anadolu yakası escort his pulse to pick up involuntarily. He could not resist and he turned around on the bar stool so he could see her directly. She was incredible. She sat there with her legs crossed, sipping on a martini. Minimal make-up, hair naturally wavy and down to the middle of her back. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he felt his manhood reacting and his mind was starting to conjure up what she would look like without that lovely dress. He was about to get up from his stool when she stood, finished off her drink, turned and walked out of the car. Kurt watched her hips sway and licked his lips as he watched her calves react to the tall heels. He contemplated following her. Then decided it was not the right time.

Then decided it was. He got up, paid for his drink and walked out of the car to follow her.

Ginger hadn’t noticed him when he came in the car. She hadn’t noticed him until he turned on his stool to ogle her. She at first felt irritated that another stupid guy was looking at her and thinking things that she would never in a million years give them the chance to carry out. Then she looked at him in the reflection of her window and he had an expression on his face that she liked. He was not smiling, that could be so creepy and she always hated it. But his face looked happy. He looked like he wasn’t just looking at her, but like he was trying to send her a telepathic thought, he was so focused. She felt something stir in her and she instantly was uncomfortable with it. So she did what she always did, she decided to leave. She knew he would not follow her. He had just arrived in the lounge and soon it would be full of beautiful women for him to pick from. And she had no doubt that he could have his pick from them. He was built well and stood at probably just a bit over six feet tall. He needed to shave, but she still found him very attractive.

She was thinking about what his chest might look like as she walked down the corridor to her cabin. She realized she was getting excited thinking about him. By the time she reached her cabin she was very horny. She opened the pocket door to her cabin, pulled it to and immediately sat down on her bench. She propped one leg up on the corner of her little table and opened her other leg wide. She reached up and started feeling her breast through the thin material of her dress, having worn no bra she immediately felt her large hard nipple and she pinched it between two fingers and closed her eyes, moaning. With her other hand she reached down between her legs and pulled her wet panties to the side and without hesitation pushed her lovely long middle finger into her tight little wet vagina. She thought of the man in the lounge car and imagined her finger was his tongue, pushing in and out of her. She rocked her hips and slipped her ring finger in beside her middle finger. She lay her palm on her clit and massaged it as she slowly moved her two fingers in and out of her pussy. She massaged her breast more roughly, tugging at her nipple. She imagined the man sucking her nipple and biting it. She was moaning loudly and gasping. In fact she was so loud that she had not heard Kurt when he had knocked on her not-fully-closed door. Nor had she heard him clear his throat to get her attention. Nor had she heard him walk in and close the door behind him. She was nearing orgasm when she opened her eyes to see him – the man she had seen in the lounge car, the man she was fantasizing about as she masturbated – standing there with his eyes shielded by one hand, the other stretched out and holding her purse.

She nearly leapt off the bench. She almost fell but the man caught her and she felt his strong hands grab her and steady her. “What are you doing in my cabin!” she demanded after getting herself settled and standing straight and as far from him as the small cabin’s confines would allow.

Kurt looked it and was embarrassed. “You left your purse in the lounge car and I was bringing it back to you,” he said. “I came to your cabin door and it was open. I knocked and called out but you sounded like something might be wrong so I came in to help.”

Ginger swallowed. Her pulse was racing. “How long were you standing there? How much did you see?”

Kurt wasn’t sure what to say. He had come in and watched her for only a minute. He was uncomfortable. He was upset that he had upset her. “I’m sorry,” he began. “I saw quite a bit.”

Ginger had a torrent of emotions flooding her right then. Oddly though one of them was NOT anger. She said nothing for a moment and thought about the situation. At the end of the moment she realized she had this man that she lusted for standing in front of her and the ice was clearly broken. She was horny. And she noticed by the front of his trousers that he liked what he had seen. She made a decision.

“Will you help me finish?” she asked him.

Kurt swallowed. Was she asking him what he thought she was? “Finish?” he asked.

“I need atalar escort to cum so bad,” she said honestly and tried to keep her want and emotion out of the tone of her voice.

Kurt made his decision quickly. “It would be my pleasure,” he answered.

“There are rules,” she said. “I don’t want to have sex, I just want you to touch me. Do you understand?”

“Sure,” Kurt said. “So I should just keep myself in my pants.”

“No!” she answered too quickly and forcefully for her own liking. “I want you to play with yourself while I watch and play with myself. And I want you to touch my breasts. I just don’t want you to enter me.”

Kurt was a bit taken aback by this very frank talk. But he was hardly going to refuse her rules. To answer he loosed his belt, unzipped and slipped off his trousers and walked over to the bench in his boxers.

Ginger reached out and hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. “You don’t need these,” she said as she watched his cock spring up just inches from her face as she slid his underwear down.

Kurt stepped out of his boxers and then sat down beside her. “My name is Kurt,” he said, not sure what else to say.

“I’m Ginger,” she told him. “And I want to take your shirt off.” She began unbuttoning his shirt and to her great pleasure, Kurt unzipped her dress as she did so. She felt his warmth as he leaned close to wrap his arms around her, getting access to her zipper. He smelled good. Like a man. He unzipped to the small of her back and she stood to let the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and then sat down facing him, one leg on the floor, the other up and against the back of the bench.

Kurt reached out and touched her hard nipple, the one she had been playing with. She gasped lightly and pushed his shirt off of his other shoulder. He pulled his hand away and took off his shirt. Ginger immediately ran her long fingers through the hair on his chest and watched as he cupped her breast in one hand and slipped his other around the shaft of his very hard dick. She watched him jack his cock slowly while she moved her hand down to her hot, wet crotch and pushed her two fingers back inside. They were both breathing harder. She was watching Kurt stroke his cock and he was watching her finger herself. He was feeling her big breast, pinching the erect nipple. She was pawing his chest.

She was mesmerized by the sight of his cock and his stroking. She was feeling herself contract around her fingers. She was thinking of what his cock must feel like. She wanted it. She reached down from his chest and moved his hand away, replacing it with hers. She stroked it, felt the wetness of his pre-cum at the tip. She used it as lube as she stroked his dick harder. She looked up into his eyes. He was staring at her face. His cock felt so good in her hand. She wanted something else.

She leaned back and opened her legs wide. She pulled him as she did and he had to raise up to follow her. She leaned her back against the wall of the cabin and kept pulling him until he had to stand on his knees on the bench, between her legs. She pulled until his cock was just a couple of inches from her pussy, then stopped.

“I want to use your cock to masturbate,” she told him looking into his eyes. “Don’t try to push into me. Just let me use your cock.” She paused, then added, “Please.”

Kurt felt his cock throbbing in her pretty hand. “Use me,” he told her.

She moaned and he leaned closer. She grabbed his cock and pushed his swollen head over her hard clit and dragged it up and down across and through her soaking wet lips. She was moaning loudly and slowly moving her hips but trying to be careful not to move them too much and cause his cock to penetrate her. Kurt for his part was fighting the urge to thrust his hips and get his cock inside her warm pussy. It was extremely difficult and it was driving him crazy.

Ginger looked down as she manipulated this sexy man’s hard penis, fucking herself with it like she did with her dildo. He was so hard. And he was so good looking. And he was giving himself to her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. She knew he wanted to be inside of her, but he was following her rules. The thought was making her more crazy. She started moving her hips more vigorously, feeling herself getting close to an orgasm. She felt the head of his cock push inside of her and she pulled back. Kurt groaned. He had felt the warmth for a second. Ginger saw what that did to him. She saw how much he wanted her. She saw him fighting it. She saw him holding doors open for her. She saw him sending her sexy little text messages during the day. She felt his hands on her body and she saw him as hers. She looked into his eyes, “Kurt,” she said.

He moaned in response. He could not talk.

“I want more,” she told him. “But there are rules.”

Kurt heard her. Some part of his mind registered the words. But he was having a hard time focusing. Between trying to remain standing and avoiding penetrating this beautiful ataşehir escort woman while she rubbed his hard cock all over her wet pussy, and stare at and fondle the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen . . . Kurt was nearly in a trance. But he pulled himself together, so to speak, and looked into her eyes. She had stopped moving his cock and had it poised right at the entrance to her sweet sex. She was staring up at him, waiting for his response. He saw her breasts heaving up and down putting her excitement on full display. He knew she wanted him as strongly as he wanted her. And he wanted her so strongly that he would do anything she wanted.

“Whatever you ask for,” Kurt answered, “I will do.”

“Mmmmm,” Ginger never knew spoken words could make her moan. “I want you to know that the rules are subject to change without notice,” she said as she started slowly jacking his dick.

It was Kurt’s turn to moan, feeling her hand work the end of his straining dick. Maintaining eye contact with her he said, “You are my queen and I am your slave.”

Ginger nearly gasped. How did she get this lucky? She decided right then that she was going to do everything she could to make sure this man never forgot her or this evening.

“Finish undressing,” she told him but did not take her hand from around his cock. Kurt managed despite being held in place, taking off his wingtips and socks and sliding them in front of the door. Once he was standing before her completely naked, she reached over to her small bag and retrieved a digital camera, never breaking eye contact and continuing to lightly handle Kurt’s dick.

“Get down on your knees and lick my pussy,” she said softly, the deliberateness of the command and the command itself surprising her, but Kurt did not seem fazed. She had never been in this position, telling a man what to do and it was exciting her furiously.

Kurt had never had a woman tell him what to do like this. But he had never met a woman that stirred him like Ginger. Without even thinking about it, he got to his knees, Ginger finally releasing his cock, but not gently. She gripped it and he had to pull it from her grasp. She grinned and he cocked an eyebrow at her. She tilted her hip upward and inched to the edge of the bench to give him easy and full access. When Kurt lowered his head she splayed her knees apart as wide as she could manage. She watched as he opened his mouth and moved it to just a half an inch from her swollen pussy lips. She watched him as he looked up into her eyes. She felt the warmth of his breath. She bit her lip then raised her camera, flicked it to burst mode and snapped several pictures of Kurt’s mouth poised above her sex.

“Get your mouth on my pussy right now,” she ordered. And Kurt immediately obliged. Opening his mouth wide he placed her entire pussy in his mouth, his upper lip atop her hard clit, his lower lip pressed against her taint. “Oh yes,” she cooed. “Put your hand on your dick and keep it hard,” she told him. “Now eat my cunt, Kurt.”

Kurt reached down with his left hand and grasped his dick, slowly and lightly giving it attention. But it wasn’t really necessary. There was no way he was going to lose his hard. However, his queen had ordered it, so he complied. He saw her lean to the side to watch him comply and then snap several pictures of him obeying her. This was uncharted territory. And he was beyond excited.

Once he had his mouth covering her pussy, Kurt began very, very lightly licking up and down her swollen lips. Starting at the bottom, up over the edge of left lip, over her clit and down the right lip, circling the mouth of her sex. He felt her quiver slightly and heard her breath catch each time his tongue tripped over her erect clit.

Ginger was entranced by what Kurt was doing to her. She started taking pictures of the scene. She reached pinched and stretched her nipple with her other hand, snapping pictures of that as well. She realized she had started moving her hips in a circular motion in time with Kurt’s licking. She was feeling an orgasm building and needed it released.

“Oh my god,” she said much louder than she expected, “stick your tongue in me and fucking make me cum!”

Kurt immediately shoved his tongue inside, parting her lips and widening his tongue to touch the sides of her as he inserted it. He felt Ginger’s body shake. He felt her moan and heard it. She was cumming and Kurt had to take his hand off his cock to keep from cumming in response.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed. The orgasm wracking her body from her toes to the top of her head. “Kurt, I am cumming! Tongue fuck your queen! Suck up my juices!” She had no idea where this talk was coming from, she felt possessed by ecstasy.

Kurt reached up and took the camera form her hand and began snapping pictures wildly of the scene as Ginger shook and came. Wave after wave she came. Kurt continued to fuck her in and out with his tongue and suck her pussy in his mouth as he did so. His top lip pressed down firmly atop her clit he was massaging it while his bottom lip rubbed that sweet spot between her anus and the start of her slit. He was moving his lips in a motion that was slightly opening and closing them while he sucked. All the while driving his tongue in and out of her like a wide, wet, flat cock. He stole a glance up at her. Her sexy body quivering. Her eyes closing and opening. Her hands kneading her big, hard nipples and fondling her breasts frantically.

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Prologue

I can still remember the time I first fell under Ben’s spell.

My daughter, Jodie, had been out celebrating her eighteenth birthday in Sheffield. The next day she’d gushed endlessly about a young man she’d met, and she refused to go out for two days because he’d promised to call. He did, despite the number of times her father and I said he wouldn’t. But he did, and she met him for a couple of dates before we got fed up of hearing about him and demanded that she bring him home for us to meet.

It was when he walked through the door and smiled, a boyish smile from beneath a blonde fringe. It was the intensity in his eyes that I remember most from those first few seconds. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Young,” he said in a quiet but purposeful voice. I had to stop myself from telling him to call me ‘mum’ even then. I think I managed to stammer out, ‘call me Caitlin, please’ or something to that effect. But there was a sparkle in his eyes that couldn’t be hidden by any amount of shyness, or his fringe, and it was that sparkle that took my breath away.

After the accident I watched their wedding video endless times. It was the only video I had with Jodie and her father on. Ben looked so handsome in his pale grey suit, his arms encircling my only child with such strength and such tenderness. I’m sure I must have thought about what it would be like to be in those arms even then, to have those scintillating eyes locked on mine.

The only time that I’ve seen those eyes without their trademark glitter was at the funeral, when I buried my husband of 20 years and he buried his wife of just one. The car accident that killed Jodie and her father brought Ben and I closer; we were all we had. My family is all in Ireland, where I am from originally, and Ben’s family are scattered around the country. We’re both only children though, so without siblings or parents to draw comfort from we helped each other.

It’s been a year since the funeral, so although we both still miss our partners, the pain has eased and life returned to normal, as people promised it would through those difficult months. They told me to keep a diary, record my thoughts, so that I could acknowledge them and move on, and that helped too. I didn’t feel like working after my husband’s passing, and as the insurance more than provided for me I mostly help out in the community, at the church and fundraisers for the local hospitals, and so on. Ben stayed in his job, knowing he was helping others even though he was going through a rough time; he works with young offenders, in particular helping their rehabilitation.

My problem now is my sex life. My husband was never that adventurous, and once we had Jodie it dwindled to once a week, lights off, missionary position. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm with him before his passing. I’m cursed with a high sex drive and an active imagination; it’s a good thing that I learnt how to masturbate when I was young. It’s not the masturbation that bothers me, I’m not one of those people who thinks that masturbating (particularly at my age) is wrong. It’s just that whenever I feel the need, no matter what I start off thinking about, I never orgasm until I start thinking about Ben.

One

It was a Saturday morning in early May, and Caitlin could see the sun streaming through a crack in the curtains. Her alarm clock told her it was just after nine. She smiled and stretched out her arms above her head in an effort to shake a little of the lethargy out of her body. She knew she should get up, but she did like a lie-in at the weekend. She thought she’d give it five more minutes, and curled up in a ball with her hands between her knees.

She tried to work out her itinerary for the day. She was going to have to go shopping at some point, because she knew the freezer was all but empty. She’d recently over-come her fear of getting into a car again, a problem since the accident, and she was going to find herself a runabout. Her son-in-law Ben had promised to help with that when he’d been to football, and she was looking forward to their shopping trip together. She smiled at the little white lie.

She was just looking forward to seeing him, full stop. She’d seen him most days since the funeral and when she wasn’t actually with him, she spent most of her time looking forward to seeing him. They had become very close, like best friends. They talked all the time. She knew, for example, that a couple of times he’d been asked out on dates since the funeral, and each and every time had declined the invitation. They told each other everything. Oops, she though, there’s another lie. I’ve never told him how crazy about him I am.

Since the first time her daughter brought him home she’d suspected she had a crush on him. There was something in his eyes that made her want to give herself to him totally. She would be with him, staring into his eyes, and she would realise he’d stopped talking and was waiting for an answer, and she’d yenibosna escort have absolutely no idea what he’d just said.

It would be about one when he got back from football, and he’d promised to take her to look at cars straight after. There was an element of planning in that, because she knew he would literally come straight after football – still in his shorts and needing a shower. He had the most perfect legs she’d ever seen. More than once she’d masturbated in her bedroom while he was in the shower next door. There was never a danger of getting caught, because she only needed a couple of minutes to bring herself to a shuddering orgasm at the thought of him. Whether she dreamt of joining him in the shower, or surprising him with a blowjob the second he stepped in the door, the result was always the same.

She could feel that familiar heat from between her legs. She thought she would have plenty of time to take care of herself, so she rolled over onto her back, sliding her white silk nightdress up as she did so. She cupped her pussy in the palm of her hand as she decided which fantasy to select…

She went for the kitchen fantasy, always a favourite. In it, she is doing the washing-up at the kitchen sink when Ben comes in from football. He has on his shorts and a baggy sweat top. His legs are muddy and he reeks of sweat, but he is elated because the team he is captain of has won.

He walks in the back door and shouts a greeting. She shouts one back and announces that she is in the kitchen. When he walks in, he is smiling broadly. His blonde hair is matted with sweat and she can see blood above one eye. He greets her with a kiss on the cheek as he would normally, before fetching a carton of orange out of the refrigerator. She asks about the blood and he laughs, saying that he had a good tussle with the opposition’s centre-forward, which he won.

When he kisses her she can smell the sweat on him. She loves the smell of sweat; it’s so masculine. They exchange pleasantries for a few minutes while he drinks the orange juice. When he’s done with it, he walks over to put the glass in the sink where she is still doing the washing-up. She turns her head when he comes over and their eyes lock. It’s at this time he realises how hungry she is for him, how desperate and frustrated she has been. Her arms, still in rubber gloves, go around his neck and their lips meet.

She is smaller than him and has to stand on tiptoes to return his embrace. Their kisses are deep and passionate, and very soon his tongue is freely roaming her mouth and she id delighted by the intrusion.

He breaks from the kiss, turning her away from him. Her eyes close as her head goes back against his chest. He leans in to kiss her neck, but the kisses are rough and soon turn to bites. She loves it, loves the pain, loves it when he is rough with her. He grabs at her skirt, hoisting it up before starting to rub her pussy through the gussets of her knickers and tights.

She feels her hole moistening at the attentions of his hand. He uses the other to start pawing at her breast, pleasing himself, hardly considering her needs. She opens her eyes and looks down at her body, but he pulls her hair sharply and drags her head backwards. She starts making noises that become quiet pleas to be taken. Somewhere outside her fantasy, she is aware that she is making the same noises out loud. She used two fingers to spread open her pussy lips, allowing clear access to her clitoris. She used two fingers on her clit, roughly, like she imagined he would in her fantasy.

With rising urgency she puts a hand behind her back to try and grab his cock, when she can feel stiffening against her bum. He is indifferent to her attentions and he pushes her head down low over the foamy water in the sink. She has to brace her arms to avoid being pushed face first into it, but as it is her shoulder length her still dangles in it, turning the tips from their customary chestnut brow into a glistening black.

Squatting behind her, he starts to rub her roughly through her clothing. She is sodden, and he can feel it through her knickers. He makes out that he is disgusted, which she loves. He takes two handfuls of her tights and stretches the material apart, quickly reaching breaking point. She hears the tear of the material and groans with pleasure as he pulls her knickers to one side. Quickly he puts his face into the space between her legs and she can feel the roughness of his short beard on her thighs and bum cheeks. His tongue seeks out the hot, wet slit of her vagina, but he is frustrated by the angle she is standing at. Without missing a beat, he transfers his attention to her bum hole, roughly licking all around it.

Too late she realises that he is not trying to stimulate it so much as lubricate it, and her breath is taken away as he roughly works a fingers into her anus. He licked all around his finger as it worked in and zeytinburnu escort out of her whole. The pain she felt was beautiful, and she found she was even sticking out her arse to try and take his finger further in. When he realised she was enjoying it, he quickly withdrew it and replaced it with his tongue, which went straight inside her hole. He moved it around in a circular motion while his thumb started to flick away at her clitoris.

Her breath quickened as he masturbated her. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling, before opening them in surprise as he harshly thrust his thumb into her hole. He searched for the g-spot with the ball of his thumb, while his middle and index fingers continued stimulating her clitoris. She could feel an orgasm rising rapidly.

As if determined to stop her from reaching it, he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. She looked round to the side just in time to see his muddy shorts fly across the kitchen and she knew that he had his cock out. She wiggled her ass at him, encouraging him to enter her. He played with himself while he admired the view, stroking himself with long, slow strokes. He took a step closer and began to nuzzle her clitoris with the head of his cock and she braced herself for it entering her.

In a surprise move, he thrust his cock deep into her anus with one push. She screwed her eyes up and tried to relax so that she could stand the pain of trying to accommodate his member. He began to work in and out of her, never giving her time to get used to it. Her bum hole was tight and she knew the friction on his cock was having an effect on him. After only a couple of minutes thrusting she could hear him intoning, ‘oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah… I wanna come.” His thrusts became harder and harder.

Abruptly he stopped and withdrew his cock completely. She knew he was very close and couldn’t understand why he’d stopped. He showed her immediately by pulling her upright using her hair and spinning her round by the shoulders, before pushing down on the top of her head until she fell onto her knees. She smiled and then opened her mouth, reaching up to take hold of his cock. He knocked her hand away and then took a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so hard she had no option but to kneel there with her mouth open. He started to pump away at his cock with his free hand.

She could see the pre-come leaking from his slit and she looked forward to receiving a mouthful of his hot, salty come. She stole a hand between her legs and managed to make contact with her clit without him noticing, but in truth his attention was fully focussed on himself. He moaned several times before a loud grunt, and his hand stopped. Thick, white sperm flashed across the gap between his cock and her face, splashing her face, landing on her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her tongue. It was her turn to moan loudly as she brought herself to a thundering orgasm as the sperm dripped into her mouth and she lapped it up.

She lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm, listening to the hustle and bustle of the world outside. She could hear children playing, dogs barking and car doors slamming. She shut the noise out and thought about Ben. She was so attracted to him, but she did not dare tell him. She would never, ever tell him how she felt about it. She would die of embarrassment if he ever found out about her feelings, or her fantasy sex life for that matter.

She loved her late husband, Matthew, but she knew also that she had never been truly happy with regards to their sex life. She had a wild imagination and a high sex drive, and neither of those things had been satisfied by sex with Matthew. She sighed as she wondered if she would ever have sex again. Was that really it? At forty-two, was her love life really over? She knew it shouldn’t have been. She was small at five and a half feet tall, with a slim figure inherited from her mother, and a full head of chestnut brown hair. She could pass for a woman some years younger than her real age, but could she be bothered with dating again? What she needed was someone she knew, someone she cared about and who cared about her. Someone like Ben.

They met up later that day, as planned. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, as normal, and complimented her on the way she looked, which again he always did. She scrutinised his words more closely than usual, looking for a hidden meaning. Did he truly like the way she looked, or was he just being polite? Was there any masked depth of feeling in the kiss? She told herself not to be silly.

He patiently drove her around several car dealerships without her ever really making her mind up about what she wanted, or indeed having an idea about what she was really looking for. She thought she out to buy something practical, just an economical little runabout with good mileage, but what she really wanted was something completely the opposite – something acıbadem escort fast and sexy. She had no idea where these thoughts were coming from. When she thought she sensed Ben becoming a little weary of her indecisiveness, she offered to take pay for tea somewhere, which he politely declined. He must have seen that she looked slightly dismayed.

“I’m a bit sticky from traipsing around in the sun all afternoon. Tell you what, I’ll nip home and get a shower and get changed, then I’ll come up after and we’ll get something to eat at your house. You can cook for me, to make up for having to follow you around all day?” He laughed. She bit her lip for a moment before replying.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you rather be out with your friends on a Saturday night?”

“Boring bunch, they’re all married and won’t come out now!” A cloud seemed to pass over them at the mention of marriage. Ben was the first to buck up. “Look, I’ll call at the video shop on the way round and find something to watch. Something cheerful, eh?” She smiled, and they agreed that he would be around about eight.

As it was, it was half past when he got there, having struggled to find a comedy film that he thought they would both like. He wanted to watch something gross, but he was sure she wouldn’t find anything like that funny. He’d also bought a bottle of wine for her, which he presented with his usual kiss. There, she thought, did he just linger a little longer with the kiss, like he was trying to smell my perfume, or something?

She knew he liked chicken, so she’d prepared a chasseur for themselves. He’d brought a period comedy, something quite highbrow and intellectual that she laughed all the way through. He caught himself thinking how pretty she was when she laughed, but quickly snapped out of it. The meal was excellent and the wine quite strong, so by the time the movie finished they were both quite tired. She asked him if he wanted the spare room, and then immediately worried about how it sounded to him. Did it sound like a veiled come-on? She told herself to stop being silly, he’d stayed over many times in the spare room. When he accepted he didn’t look as though he thought anything was untoward.

She tidied up in the kitchen, listening to him plod about upstairs getting ready for bed. She thought she might have to stay downstairs until he was asleep – she didn’t know if she could trust herself not to go and climb in with him (actually, she wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to do that anyway even if he was asleep). Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself at the bottom of the stairs, asking if he wanted a drink bringing up. A quick ‘yes, please’ by reply started her pulse quickening.

She was in her housecoat when she took him a glass of milk in. He was already in bed, and as she entered the room she caught sight of all his clothes – including boxer shorts – over the back of the chair, and she felt sick with desire when she realised he must be naked under her sheets. She set the milk down on the bedside table, and, managing not to look at him, asked if he wanted anything else.

“Do you still miss them?” came his surprise reply. She was taken aback, and had to swallow twice before she could formulate an answer.

“Yes, of course,” was the best she could manage. She thought about it for a second before perching modestly on the edge of the bed. He was on his right side, facing the edge of the bed she was sat on. She had her back to him, but was half-turned to face him. “I do miss them, and of course I still love them, but after this length of time it becomes a different sort of feeling.”

“I know what you mean. It’s like when United sell a player. You miss the player, and you still look out for his new team’s results, but you realise that things move on and that nothing ever lasts forever. Old players go and new ones are signed, but the main thing is life goes on.” She laughed at his analogy, but she knew exactly what he meant and she nodded in agreement.

There was a pause, a pause in which she though things could go one of two ways. She could either stand up and say goodnight, and walk out of the room knowing she had missed a chance. Or, she could turn round, bend over and kiss him softly, on the lips, and wait for his reaction. What he said caused her to taste the bright, metallic tang of panic.

“Caitlin, do you miss sex?”

She was paralysed. She could not breathe, and she certainly could not turn around to look at him. She stared at her hands, wringing together in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, while minutes passed. She heard his soft breathing and tried to calm herself, convinced he would be able to hear her heart thumping behind her ribcage. She glanced around the room, desperately trying to work out his intentions for asking the question. Was he making a move on her? She tried to think of a non-committal answer that might steer the conversation to safer waters.

“Why do you ask?” She said softly, in her fading Irish accent.

“Do you remember Thursday night? I spoke to you on the phone?”

“That’s right, you said you’d got a re-arranged match and would it be okay to go out in the afternoon rather than the morning.”

“What else did I ask?”

She racked her brain to try and remember what else they’d talked about. Come on Caitlin, think! She shook her head.

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I had finally met my new Internet friends at a hotel yesterday. The meeting had gone incredibly well. I was still tingling just thinking about some of the things that Juan and Ana and I had done. We had formed a trio for sexual pleasure and were now on our way to uncharted grounds. Only our imaginations would limit this relationship.

Juan is a psychologist, a number of years older than Ana. Their desires to meet another man that would be compatible with both of them had been fruitless for quite sometime. They told me that they had experimented with a couple of younger guys but the chemistry was never right. My age falls right in the middle of theirs. I too had been looking for a relation like this for a long time. I found that I was not happy just being with another man. Oh the sex would be great, but I always felt incomplete.

Maybe it has something to do with being a voyeur. I noticed yesterday that I got really turned on watching Ana take her husbands pulsing cock deep into her mouth. Sucking it hard and then pulling it out and letting it bob free in front of her face. Then running her lips all along his beautiful shaft. Then to become apart of this scene and have her pass me this delicious hot cock into my wanting mouth, was almost unbelievable.

They were staying at the hotel for the weekend. I was invited to come and go as I pleased. I couldn’t stay away. The next day I went over in the morning. I knocked on the door and again like the day before, was greeted by my new friend Juan. He smiled and let me in. The fan overhead was still lazily stirring the air and that big taksim escort beautiful bed looked as inviting as ever. I could hear the shower running in the other room. We sat on the bed and started talking about the day before. I was getting hot just talking about yesterday, a huge erection bulged from my pants. Juan noticed and suggested that he help me with it.

I remembered how skillfully he had worked my tool with his mouth yesterday and eagerly obeyed his suggestion, disrobed and reclined on the cool white sheets. He didn’t hesitate to follow. Off came his shorts and there was that stiff penis I remembered. He went down on me and started sucking my cock with a passion of a first- timer. I just closed my eyes and let the sensation of his tongue darting all around the head of my now fiery hot cock.

Then I smelled fresh soap and clean damp hair and opened my eyes to see Ana smiling as she bent over me and started to kiss my lips. It was tender. I could see Juan watching as he continued to move his mouth back and forth lazily taking my cock deep and then almost letting it free. As Ana and I kissed I was able to get one hand down into her crotch. Her tight pussy had driven me crazy yesterday and I wanted the taste of it on my mouth again. I traced lazy loops around her swelling clit and heard a low soft moan pass from her as we kissed. We broke free and I rotated her around where her pretty pussy was just above my face. I started to lick and tongue her to the same rhythm that Juan was working on me..

She pressed hard against topkapı escort my face grinding her damp sex to my mouth. Juan got up from my crotch and moved in front of Ana. She took his cock and sucked it as if she might never have the opportunity again. She was so hot. I had to get my cock into that hot wanting cunt. I got up and got behind her and slid my cock into the delightful darkness. In to the hilt and then almost out, I would then take hold of my cock at the base and probe her clit and labia’s driving her crazy, then sinking into the hilt again. Her moans were gagged as Juan was responding to her. He sighed and then shot wads of cum down her throat and on to her face. Seeing this and feeling that nice cunt tighten around my frenzied cock I also started to cum. She bucked me and I could feel her cum wave after wave.

Like the day before we all collapsed onto the rumpled bed laughing and trying to catch our breath. It was movie time again. This time Ana chose a gay movie. The actors were very well endowed and were putting on an admirable show of sucking each other with enthusiasm. I reached over and found the sex oil and took two good helpings. One for each hand. I leaned over and found Juan’s not so limp cock and at the same time that I stroked his shaft I started also stroking mine. Ana liked this. She got up off the bed and stood at the foot silently watching the show. I got close enough to Juan so that I could hold our big stiff cocks together and rub them together with one hand. It really felt good to both of us. tüyap escort I have always been a heavy masturbator and this wasn’t going to be any different. I could hear Ana saying, “You boys are very hot. Look at the way he’s rubbing your cock Juan. Do you like that better than the way I do it?” We broke away and I lay back next to Juan. We were both pumping our cocks feverishly. Ana told us what to do. She had us pump hard and then told us to slow down and just rub the tips of our needy cocks. She said she loved to see two hot guys working their dicks like good little queers. Now we were being humiliated. That was new and it had its possibilities.

Next she had us stand up . She knelt in front of us and said with a really husky voice that she had to feel these two hard dicks in her mouth at once. She then took our cocks and stuffed her hungry mouth. She would pull one cock out so that she could deep throat the other and then do the same to the other. Juan and I just looked at her as we enjoyed this luscious blowjob. This beautiful girl with lots of hair was in abandon sucking and stroking her two lovers. Juan and I both came at nearly the same time. There was cum everywhere.

Now it was our turn. Ana was hot. I took her and laid her on the bed and spread her legs wide and put them over my shoulders. I had her. Her inflamed little cunt was right in front of me. I started blowing a cool stream of air across her clit, while working a finger around her proud little anus. Juan was now also over her sex with his tongue flicking at her swollen clit. Her senses were being overwhelmed. The orgasms came quick and frequent. We gave her no mercy. She pleaded for us to stop but we just kept licking, sucking and probing. Now it was my turn to tell her how lucky she was to have two lovers. I said; do you know how many women would like to have two lovers? She smiled, leaned back and answered with smoldering eyes. All women.

The End

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A few years back I traveled to Germany very often. My company got a huge software development assignment from a German Software company who got this assignment from a German ship builder. I was given the charge of both supervising the development at home and implementing it at the site in Germany. So I had to visit very frequently two places in Germany, Cologne where the German Software Company was located and Hamburg where the German Ship builder was located.

At Cologne, I met a very charming young Indian couple, both of them Software Engineers, working with the German Software Company. Being north Indian, both of them were tall, fair and well built. Particularly the bride Roma was curvy and voluptuous with two beautiful eyes. I had to interact with them, as they were associated with the project. After a few visits we became friends. As there were very few Indians in Cologne, they used to invite me every Saturday during my visit to Cologne and entertained me with mouth watering north Indian foods and very expensive French wine, for which I had special fascination.

During one of my visits I couldn’t see Roma’s husband. Later I learned from her that he had gone to France to finalize a prestigious Software project with a French company, a part of which might be offloaded to our company. I was happy to know about this prospect. But I was a bit sad. Being an Indian I knew, this time Roma wouldn’t dare to invite me to their apartment and I would certainly miss the sumptuous food with exquisite French wine. Usually they used to invite a few of their friends in their Saturday gathering. We used to drink, dine, gossip past midnight. Every time they or their friends dropped me at the hotel.

This time when I left the office on Friday evening, Roma just smiled and said goodbye. I knew, I had to manage my dinner either at my hotel or at any nearby restaurant on Saturday evening. I was feeling really bad missing the usual Saturday gathering that I was used to since my intimacy with the couple.

I spent the entire Saturday morning shopping for my wife and had a long sleep in the afternoon. I got up around six when the phone buzzed a few times. I thought some one from my implementation team calling me. But when I heard a female voice at the other end, “Hey handsome, what are you doing?” I was little surprised, but unable to identify the caller.

“Who is there?” I asked anxiously.

“I’m Roma ” the lovely voice murmured.

“Oh, what a surprise” I gasped for a breath.

My surprise was not only for her unexpected call, but for her calling me handsome. I knew, people around me considered me a hunk. But she never acknowledged it openly.

“I think, this time you’re missing the Saturday gathering. Isn’t it” I could hear her giggle on the phone.

“Oh, yeah” I exhaled rapidly, “I would really miss your warm hospitality and the sumptuous food. And of course the unforgettable French wine.”

“Very sorry” her voice was full of apology, “What to do. A small hitch in the contract finalization held my hubby in the French capital over the weekend. He’ll be back by Tuesday.”

“Sad. Your hubby spoilt my lovely week end” I joked with a loud laughter.

“Don’t worry dear” she said intimately “If you’re interested, you can accompany me to a Steamer party. It’ll be a great new experience for you. Lot of lovely food, lot of lovely girls, lot of dancing and music. You’ll love it. I need a partner. Would you?”

I gasped at her unwarranted request. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no.

“Hello, hello…” she cried anxiously, “Are you listening? I’ll not take you to hell, baba”.

“No, Madam” I stuttered, “I just got up from sleep. I’m bit slow in responding”.

“So, no problem going out with me!” she exclaimed naughtily.

“Yeah” I surrendered, “No problem, Madam”.

“Then get ready. I’ll pick you up by seven” she almost ordered me, “Bye.”

The phone got disconnected. But I stood holding the phone for a few minutes. Totally puzzled and confused. What was this steamer party? Why did she need a partner? And why me? A bunch of riddles raced through my mind.

But before she arrived, I dressed up. She called me from the lobby. I went down. She was waiting outside the lift. Seeing me coming out of the lift she smiled warmly. I was stunned to see her in a beautiful sexy black single piece outfit made of georgette. The dress was hanging from her left shoulder. The right shoulder was fully open. The upper part of her right breast was attractively exposed. I couldn’t see any bra strap there. She must be wearing a strapless bra. Her dress was tied by a silk cord around her slim waist and was cut from the upper part of her right thigh diagonally down to her left knee. Most of her right thigh was visible.

A diamond necklace and a diamond bracelet in her right wrist were sparkling. She was looking more sexy with her pair of strappy, heeled sandals that went halfway up her calf. I knew, she was in her early thirties. But in this sexy outfit and strappy sandals she looked like silivri escort a teenager. She used some exotic perfume that I could smell even from a distant.

“Madam, you’re looking awfully gorgeous” I was quick to admire her which she acknowledged with an enticing smile. She caught my right hand warmly and guided me to her car. She drove the car out of the hotel.

“What is this steamer party, Madam?” I couldn’t suppress my curiosity.

“I’ll tell that. But first you stop calling me Madam. Call me Roma” she gave me an angry look pressing the accelerator.

“Sorry Madam. Oh no Roma” I rectified myself before she reacted.

“That’s fine” she exhaled deeply, “Now your question, what this steamer party is. Well, the couples who are fed up partying with their friends and spouses in house or club, I mean in known circle, sometime love to enjoy a party among unknown people. This week end steamer parties give them this chance.”

“Nice arrangement” I said with some curiosity lingering in my face.

“Yeah” she replied taking a small turn, “This is very common in these countries, particularly where there is a river. And you know, only couples are allowed in these steamer parties.”

“Couples mean what! Husband, wife!” I raised my eyebrows.

“Oh no. Here couple means a man and a woman. Needn’t be married” she said coolly, “Here nobody bothers who comes with whom. In fact, most of the couples come to these Steamer parties in the hot embrace of their secret partners to enjoy the weekend. Sounds strange? “

“Oh, yeah” I took a short breath, “But isn’t it immoral?”

“What is immoral in it?” she shot back at me angrily, “When you’re bored making routine sex with your spouse, have some fun with a secret partner. What’s wrong!”

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst. I didn’t know how to react to her outburst contrary to my belief. So I kept mum.

“I’m sorry, dear” she toned her voice down, “I get terribly irritated if someone speaks about morality in this jet age. Morality is a dead word in this age. Everywhere you’ll find corruption. Aren’t these immoral?”

“That’s true” I tried to retreat from my earlier stand, “Frankly speaking, I didn’t judge it from this angle. You’re absolutely correct.”

“Are you appeasing me?” she looked at me mischievously, “But by tomorrow, I can bet, you’ll agree with me by heart.”

Her hint was not very clear to me. But I didn’t want to continue the topic further to avoid further argument and embarrassment.

“What happens if you meet some of your friends here?” I changed the topic.

“Nothing happens” she said with a conviction, “Everybody comes here with his or her secret partner. So all love to forget whom they met in this steamer party.”

She gasped for a breath and turned her face at me keeping her hands on the steering, “At least I can assure you, nobody will report to your wife back in India.”

I felt embarrassed at her comment. Reading my mind she hurriedly added, “I was just joking, dear. Don’t mind.”

Meanwhile, we reached the Steamer jetty. She stopped the car in a parking lot. We got down and walked to the well illuminated Steamer. I could see a lot of couples roaming in the upper deck. I could also hear some loud music. We entered the Steamer. Roma took out two tickets and handed them over to the gatekeeper.

“Come, we’ll go to the other side of the deck” she caught my hand and almost started pulling me towards her preferred place.

“Hello Roma, what are you doing here” a middle aged lady of Asian origin pulled her from the back, “You’re looking stunningly beautiful.”

“Hi Sania” Roma looked back with a pinch of disgust, “Who is your victim today? That old Italian boy?”

“No Roma” the lady told with a sparkling smile, “A French guy recently joined our office. What about you?”

She pulled my hand and brought me in front of her, “He has come from India. Wanted to see a Steamer party.”

“Come on Roma. No kidding” the lady brought her mouth very close to Roma’s ear and whispered, “You’ll never change your habit. Any Indian comes here, you want to taste him. Oh Gosh, he is really hunk. Enjoy him, baby.”

I could hear her whispering. It made me nervous. My heart raced wildly. I was gasping.

“Horny bitch” Roma howled as soon as the lady left the place, “She needs a new guy everyday. Her hunger has no limit.”

“Is she Indian?” I asked to overcome my nervousness.

“She is a Bangladeshi. Lost her husband in an accident. Stayed back here. She can go to bed with any young Tom, Dick and Harry. Disgusting” she bit her lower lip, “Forget it. Let’s enjoy. How do you like the atmosphere?”

“Oh, lovely” I told it from the core of my heart. Meanwhile, the Steamer started sailing in the river Rhine. I got my favourite French wine. She took Gin and Tonic. After the first drink most of the couples got up and started dancing. The music was very loud. The Steamer went to the middle of the river. Night Cologne was sparkling merter escort like a diamond necklace under light. The sight was wonderful. Roma pulled me up and brought me to the dance floor. We danced for some time and came back to our seat. We went for another round of drink. Finished quickly.

“Now we should take our dinner” Roma said putting her glass in table and rushed me to the other side of the deck. The dinner was fabulous as Roma indicated earlier. I heard about French cuisine, but never tasted so many French preparations at a time. But among all sumptuous preparations Oyster preparation was the best.

“Lovely food” I expressed my unmitigated pleasure while coming back to the dance floor. We took our third drink. I never saw Roma smoking. But today she smoked a few cigarettes. Offered me. I refused. In between we danced. Slowly the entire environment turned sexually charged. Most of the couples were now dancing hugging their partners. Their lips engaged in abandoned kissing. Some time short, some time deep. Suddenly I realized why Roma was saying that the couples loved to come here to enjoy their weekend in the hot embrace of their secret partners. Was Roma expecting the same from me?

After consuming three glasses of wine, fairly strong, I could feel. my all moral inhibitions were fast vanishing. My passion was flying high in this sexual charged environment. I needed Roma in my embrace. I pulled her up, hugged her passionately and brought her to the dance floor. Started dancing hugging each other. I knew, she was expecting this manly act from me. I could feel, her body temperature was rising. I kissed her deeply. She reciprocated it with abandoned passion. It was hot. Her face was burning. I knew, our intimacy was now complete. Now I started enjoying her warmth, her perfume, her touch. As if we were lovers for a long time. I was amazed to see a great transformation in me, a newfound freedom from my age old inhibitions.

“I’m now yours. You ravish me as you like” she whispered sucking my earlobe. Her warm whispering inflamed my passion. I started rubbing her tits in my chest sucking her lower lip. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked and shoved my tongue into hers. She sucked it with smacking noise. Our tongues danced in each others mouths for several minutes. My cock inside my underclothes hardened. I could feel, some pre-cum seepage already made my underclothes wet. My heart was racing to ravish her body more and more. I reached around her back to unsnap her bra, searched for the hooks, but couldn’t find.

“The hook is in the front” she giggled. I immediately pushed my left hand inside her dress, found the hook between the cups and unsnapped her bra to allow her boobs to swing free. I grabbed her right tit. Fondled it wildly. Her nipples were already hardened. I nibbled it for some time with my nails. Suddenly she pushed my hand and took out her right tit from her dress. I lowered my eyes. Excited to see her lovely tight tit with hardened nipple with big brown aureole. A wave of quivers whirled through my spine.

“Darling, suck my nipple” she cried holding me tight. I lowered my head and took her nipple in my mouth. Started sucking it hard. She groaned in ecstasy. She scratched my back violently with her nails as I licked her nipple circling my tongue around it. I was drowning in extreme excitement. Felt, my cock would explode inside my underclothes any time. I didn’t want me spent so quickly. So before excitement got to my nerve, I stopped licking her nipple and raised my head.

“Hey Roma, tell me” I whimpered recovering quickly from my excitement, “Does your hubby know it? Doesn’t he mind?”

“I don’t care” she fumed, “He is a damn workaholic. Fond of his few German girl friends. I know, he takes some one of them in each tour. He must be enjoying these girls.”

“That means, both of you have secret sex life?” I asked curiously.

“Yes darling” dancing in my hands she replied smilingly, “But we have no problem in our married life. We’re a very happy couple.”

“That’s great” I felt not to drag this discussion further. So I suddenly changed the topic, “But tell me, why are some couples going to the lower deck?”

“For fucking” she giggled. Her use of the word “Fuck” caught me off guard. I felt terribly embarrassed. She looked at me and sensed my embarrassment.

“Come on dear, everyone comes here to fuck, to enjoy” she tried to cheer me up, “Aren’t you enjoying? Don’t feel shy.”

“Oh no, … ” I stammered.

“You know” she gushed again, “There are small Fucking Chambers in the lower deck. Whenever a couple feels hot, they go downstairs. Enter one of the chambers and fuck each other in little privacy. But the chambers are not fully covered. The upper part of each chamber is open. Thus groaning, moaning from all chambers can be heard from any part of the lower deck. Isn’t it exciting, when you’re fucking you can hear Aah, Uuh, Fuck me, Fuck my ass, Cum on my mouth from other chambers?”

Though mecidiyeköy escort I was embarrassed a little while ago hearing “Fuck”, but now her abandoned lewd conversations incensed my passions like wild fire. I lowered my hands, cupped her ass and started grinding my cock against her pussy. She made some little grunting noises in pleasure.

“But chambers are not many!” my curiosity grew.

“Many couples enter the same chamber. Fuck together” she replied bluntly.

“Don’t they feel shy?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Pooh, when pussies are juicing, cocks are throbbing to fuck, nobody bothers about it. All shyness evaporates like camphor” she almost philosophized, “Sometime they also engage in Group Sex.”

“I’ve heard about it” I gasped, “Have you any experience?”

“Not yet, dear” I could hear a little lament in her voice, “But if I get a partner like you, I’ll surely go for it.”

She took a deep breath. We were still dancing. Music was not so loud now. Most of the lights in the deck were off. The couples around us were swinging with soft music grinding their bodies with each other.

“Some of my German friends are members of some swingers’ group” she continued her elaboration, “They say, ultimate of sexual pleasure is Swinging. They often ask me to come along with them. But what happens in those parties as I heard from them, I get scared. All girls are routinely fucked by all male members in all their orifices, from mouth to fuck hole to asshole. In these parties at least twenty couples come. All girls are mouth fucked by most of the guys. Oh God, can you imagine, how much cum they have to swallow in a night? Beside that, some cocks, as they say, are monstrously large. One of my friends once was almost gagged by such a big cock. Oh Gosh, that’s scaring.”

“But then why are you thinking going to such Swingers’ party?” I couldn’t stop expressing my surprise.

“No, I’ll never go to such big party” she kissed me again, “Rather, two of my German colleagues Hein and Franz have a better idea of forming a small swingers’ group of three couples. That should be fine, I guess. They are married. But they will include only their secret girl friends, one French, one Brazilian in this group. Their girl friends are also married. The other day they asked me whether I could join them with my secret partner. Their idea of not including spouses in the group is to avoid emotional backlash, which I agree. But I’m yet to confirm it. If you agree to be my partner, I’ll confirm them. Then next time when you come to Germany, I’ll ask them to organize their first party.”

She gasped and then bubbled with glee, “It’ll be a real fun. Uh, three guys plundering my pussy in a night! I can’t imagine. It’ll be really thrilling. And for you darling! Drilling three pussies in the same night will be equally exciting, isn’t it?”

The way she was talking, I knew, she was extremely horny. Any moment she might ask me to take her to the fucking chamber. With the rush going downstairs as I could see now, we had to share a chamber with another couple. We needn’t wait for the Swingers’ party that she was talking about, for getting thrilling experience of group sex. Now itself we would get our thrills realized.

My heart started racing in anticipation. Suddenly I felt, she had unzipped my trousers and was trying to grab my rock hard cock inside my underclothes. I helped her to take my cock out. She grabbed it, squeezed it and stroked its head mildly. Then suddenly pulled it to push it inside her panties.

My cock throbbed touching her wet and hot pussy. Some of her pussy juices soaked my cock head. She started swinging her waist in rhythm of the music. My cock got some rough rubbing inside her panties. Oh God, dancing with my cock inside a hot and wet panties! My arousal grew to its peak. Still I looked all sides whether any couple was watching our obscenity. But all couples around us were engrossed in their sexual pleasure. Once again I held Roma’s ass tightly and pressed it against my cock inside her panties.

“Oh God, that feels so good” she moaned.

“Oh Yessss” I crooned, “Baby, you’re so hot!”.

“Honey, move your cock up and down. Fuck me, Fuck me” she urged hysterically. I started ramming my cock inside her panties more vigorously as if I was fucking her cunt to its bottom. I could feel, her pussy was juicing madly soaking my throbbing dick. Soon I felt, my cock was in a pool of oil.

“Fuck my pussy with your finger darling” she panted rapidly. I pushed my two fingers to her wet pussy from the side of her panties. Started moving the fingers faster and faster.

“Oh honey, you’re fucking me so nicely” her entire body was shuddering, “Push your all fingers. Oh Gosh, what a pleasure. I gonna cum. I’m coming, I’m coming…. Ah… Aah… Aaah”. She reached her thrilling orgasm in front of the entire dancing public. She scratched my back with her nails like a wild animal.

I was still moving my all fingers in and out of her pussy holding her in my right hand. I could feel, she spurted huge cum on my fingers. My cock was totally drowned in her cum. I was at the verge of explosion. I took out my fingers from her pussy and cupped her ass once again to facilitate my cock bob up and down rapidly inside her panties. In no time my cock spewed a huge hot load in her panties. She shrieked having another wrenching orgasm.

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I glanced at my watch and ran a hand through my hair. Crap fucking line, I thought, what the hell was that woman doing up there?

“Come on, come on,” I heard a soft voice say. I glanced behind me and saw an attractive blonde dressed in a sleek black power suit. Her hair was up in one of those complicated knot buns that I had no idea how they made stay but were fun as hell to undo. She wore glasses, perched on a perfect nose, but they did nothing to hide the dazzle of her blue eyes. I quickly looked back to the front so she wouldn’t catch me staring and just in time, the line moved up and it was smooth sailing from then on.

I checked out and checked off another one of my errands that I had to do instead of eating. My last run, which as soon as I could complete would leave me a fast and furious fifteen minutes to eat my food, was to the drug store. I managed to get what I needed, mouthwash and a couple of packs of gum, and was once again stuck in line. I eyed the racks of chips and wondered how filling they’d be when I caught a flash of honey blonde and the glint of glass. It was the blonde again, right behind me.

“I’ve never been stalked before,” I said before my brain processed the entire thought and mapped out any consequences, like being slapped or publicly humiliated.

Instead, the blonde gave me one of those dazzling smiles that you see on toothpaste commercials. “Well, I’ve never stalked anyone before,” she said. She arched a perfect eye brow. “So I guess we’re even, aren’t we?”

“I guess,” I said. I couldn’t stop staring at her. And my eyes were doing their own thing by doing a quick up-down-up while she wasn’t looking. She wasn’t too tall and she wasn’t too short, she was a perfect five-seven, five-eight, and looked drop-dead gorgeous in her suit. The jacket dipped low and I could see the crisp immaculate white of her blouse, and framed in the V of the collar was a perfect crease of cleavage. I guessed she was a 38B, maybe pushing into the C region. My eyes went on and processed everything and by the time I hit those feet, looking perfect on shiny leather stiletto heels that were about three inches high, I had to stuff a hand in my pocket to try and discretely adjust my growing cock. It didn’t help when I saw what was in her hands. Condoms, two boxes of Trojans, the pleasure mesh and one of the her pleasure ones. And a bottle of KY lube. Along with an innocent packet of stockings. My head steamed.

“See anything you like?” she asked with a hint of smile.

“I … um,” I managed, tongue-tied.

“I’m Kate,” she said. She juggled the two boxes of condoms, the bottle of lube, and the packet of stockings expertly in one perfectly manicured hand. She held out her other hand and I took it stupidly.

“I’m Robert,” I said. Her hand was soft but her grasp was strong. Kate’s hand lingered in mine for a bit and when she drew her hand away, she brushed her fingers along my palm, scraping ever-so-lightly with her nails.

“On your lunch hour?” she asked.

“What’s left of it,” I told her.

She gave me another one of those smiles. “Well, I live nearby,” Kate said. “I have a penthouse a couple blocks down. Would you like to come up for a bite to eat?”

My brain processed the offer: beautiful blonde who I just met who was definitely into sex and seemingly single inviting me to her penthouse no less to have a bite to eat. She could be a true stalker/psycho killer/nymphomaniac. The promise of kağıthane escort possible sex … hmmm …

“Sure,” I said.

“Perfect,” Kate said. She looked over my shoulder. “Your turn,” she said. I hastily paid for my stuff and she did the same. Outside, she linked her arm around mine, laying her hand lightly on my sleeve. I could smell her perfume, soft, sweet, but powerful enough to get into your head in that good way. It wasn’t making hiding my erection any easier as we crossed the street. “So, Robert.” I loved the way she said my name. “What do you do?”

“Er, I’m an assistant director in a software company,” I told her.

“Mmmm, brainy and handsome,” she purred. We neared a posh looking apartment building and the doorman smiled when he saw us.

“Good afternoon, Miss Blackstone,” the doorman said, “Home early?”

Kate gave a melodic laugh. “No, I’m just here to have lunch,” she said.

“Ah, a home cooked meal to fuel one through the day,” the man said. “Enjoy your lunch, Miss Blackstone, you, too, sir!” He tipped his hat and held open the door for us.

Inside, the air conditioning ran thick and cool over us and it was a relief, cooling my heated skin but it didn’t do much to diminish the erection I was so desperately hiding in my pants.

Kate led me to the elevators and up to the penthouses, silent and smiling all the way. There was something about the way she looked at me as we rode up in the elevator, something the way her eyes glinted behind her stylish glasses. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.

When the doors dinged open, she stepped inside. “Welcome to my humble abode,” she said.

Humble, I thought, yeah right. White painted walls with scarlet carpets, stylish expensive new-age kind of furniture, chrome and black marble and stark white and bold colored paintings. Definitely not humble.

She dropped her purse on the red sofa and shrugged out of her business jacket to reveal a very nice and slightly sheer blouse underneath. I could definitely see the curves of her breasts through the material but she couldn’t be wearing a bra underneath, could she? I mean, the way that it all looked, with the hint of nipple, it had to be more of something like a tank top or something, right? But who was I to say? I was just a man, who was I to question the wonders of female silky clothing bits? I hoped I’d get to find out.

“So, Robert, what do you like to eat?” she asked, walking into the kitchen. Her heels clicked nicely on the classy black and white tiled floor. “Are you the sandwich type of man?” Kate purred as she opened up the fridge, bending at the waist to peer at the food items on lower shelves. I couldn’t help but admire her ass, her black skirt stretched tight over it. “Or,” Kate said, glancing over her shoulder, “Do you prefer something more appetizing?”

I swallowed, my brain not thinking much about food as I wandered over to sit at the breakfast bar. “Um, whatever you’re having,” I said, shrugging out of my jacket and draping it over my lap, hiding the erection that didn’t want to be hidden anymore.

“Well,” Kate said, straightening. She smoothed one hand over the curve of her hip. “I was going to have some left over food, I hope that you don’t mind.”

“No, no that’s fine,” I said.

“I have some chicken and asparagus simmered in wine, oysters in champagne sauce, or a nice vegetable soup that we sarıyer escort can eat with some of this perfect Italian bread that I bought this morning,” she said. “Which would you like?”

Once again I was lacking in intelligent answers as I watched that hand of hers that was still on her hip, making small little circles. “Um, I’m good with anything.”??”I think we should eat healthy,” Kate said. “We’ll have the soup and bread.” She pulled out a plastic container full of the thick chunky soup and set it on the counter. Next, she got out a pot from the cupboard to heat up the soup in. Then she got out the bread from one of those bread container things and cut a few slices.

I watched her in silent fascination as she made each one of her movement, even stirring the goddamn soup, a sensual act. My hunger for food was fading fast and my hunger for something else was demanding to be fed. If she was just going to feed me, I wasn’t going to be able to just sit here and eat.

I got up abruptly, knocking my stool over. It hit the floor with a clang and Kate looked up.

“I just realized that I have a … a lot of work to do,” I said. “I should get going back to the office.”

“Are you sure, Robert?” Kate asked, her voice soft. “I mean, I did have other things planned for us.” I watched her turn off the stove and she walked around the breakfast bar, those heels of hers clicking, and she came over to me. Kate gaze up at me and rested a palm on my chest, right over my racing heart. “Are you sure that you don’t have time to stay?” My mouth flapped stupidly. Her hand slid lower till her manicured fingers hooked into my belt. “Are you sure?” she purred.

Okay, I was sure now that she was going to have sex with me. “I guess I have time,” I said, my voice a bit strangled.

Her lips curved into a smile. “Good.”

With her fingers still hooked in my belt, she tugged me along through the living room, down a hallway, and into the bedroom. The main piece of furniture in the room was the bed; big and spacious with maroon sheets and covers. Guiding me to the foot of the bed, Kate pushed me down until I was sitting then she stepped away from me and I sat there as she got out of her skirt, tossing it aside with a sexy kick of her leg. Next, she plucked open the buttons on her blouse and shrugged it off, leaving her dressed in her sexy black stiletto heels and a beautiful, sexy, delicious looking white bra and panty set. Ahh, so it was a bra, a magnificently crafter one at that. I could see the tops of her tits swelling above the cups of the bra and the white panties didn’t hide much and I could tell that Kate was sporting a bald pussy. My cock ached even more, straining against the front of my pants.

I watched Kate walk back to me, her hips swaying, until she stood in front of me. Gracefully, she knelt between my legs, pushed me onto my back, then her slender fingers undid my belt, undid the button, undid the zipper, then she was in, fishing out my cock. When her fingers wrapped around my shaft, I groaned out loud, and when I felt her hot wet mouth close around the head of my cock, I swear I nearly blew my load.

Kate quickly got my cock all wet with her tongue before gobbling it up hungrily. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t small, and when I felt her lips press against my body, tight around the base of my cock, I was pleasantly surprised by all thoughts fled my brain when sefaköy escort I felt Kate’s throat pulsate around my dick. She did magical things with her lips, her tongue, and her teeth, her hands getting rid of my shoes and tugging my pants off.

Her tongue swirled around the lead of my cock, her tongue undulating to create waves of suction, and when she had my pants off Kate’s nails scraped along the insides of my thighs before they found my balls. She cupped them in her hands, pulling her mouth off my cock long enough to suck them in, rolling them over her tongue. I groaned loudly, my hips pushing up off the bed and Kate chuckles, a sound that vibrates my balls in a great fucking way.

My head, both of them, were about to explode when Kate stopped, pulling away. I sat up blurrily. She had a smile on her face as she got up, wriggled out of her panties to reveal a delicious wet slit, and then she knelt down again, this time face away from me, then getting on all fours, she reached back with one hand and spread her pussy.

“Fuck me?” she asked in a little girl pleading voice.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Yanking at my tie and nearly ripping my shirt off, I got naked and quickly took my place behind her. My cock was raging hard and it felt like it was stretching, straining to get into that gooey pussy. When the head of my cock touched her puffy lips, Kate pushed back and took me all the way in. She gave a loud moan as my cock filled her and I gave my own when I felt the slick wet insides of her burning pussy close around me. Oh, she was tight, she was so fucking tight and I didn’t even have time to start thrusting before Kate got started. She fucked herself against my cock, her perfect ass slapping against my hips.

Getting myself into gear, I grabbed Kate’s hips and slammed into her. My mind and horizons had narrowed down to basically the consciousness and stimulation of one organ of my body and one purpose, so when Kate began screaming and begging for me to fuck her harder and not stop, I reached out to grip her shoulder with one so I could piston into her harder.

I could feel the pressure of an orgasm coming, the tight heaviness in my balls, the pressure behind my cock. My hips went faster, a fucking blur as I went in and out of Kate’s slick pussy. I could feel her sweet juices dribble down my balls and I prayed that I could make this fantastic woman cum before me.

And she did. Kate gave a low primal scream, her whole body shaking, and her pussy clamping around my dick like a vice as she came, soaking my entire crotch area with sweet girl cum. By some miracle, I hadn’t shot my load yet, probably because of her pussy had blocked it all off but when she could move, Kate let me slip from her pussy and she pushed me back onto the carpet and reclaimed my cock with her hand and mouth. I watched in pleasurable amazement as she furiously jacked me off with one hand, her other hand playing with my balls, and her mouth working in perfect furious skill on the head, bringing me heights unknown. Again, the pressure of an orgasm was there and I knew it wouldn’t take much now.

When Kate did a little trick with her tongue and teeth, I felt it, pushing up through my swollen dick and it burst out in thick white ropes and Kate drank up greedily. What she couldn’t swallow fast enough dribbled down my cock pulsing cock and she used it as lubricant to milk me of every single drop, and what I wasn’t seeming to give willingly, she sucked it out with that amazing mouth of hers until I felt as if my balls had shriveled up.

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if my dick was still there and alive when Kate appeared in front of me, licking and sucking her fingers clean of my cum. “Mmmm … how about dinner tonight?” she asked, her eyes glittering evilly.

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Today my name is Kasia Nowak. My real identity doesn’t matter. It hasn’t existed for a long time.

I’m in Silesia because of Patryk Vasily Solokov, a Russian economics professor and activist who defected three years ago. My employer wants to know who he’s been communicating with. His file indicates that he’s a vain man with a penchant for sleeping with his students, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to get in.

Patryk is in Poland for the global finance conference at the academy. He went straight to his hotel from the airport. He’s been hiding out in his room the entire trip, except on Tuesday when he left to moderate an event.

He’s a careful man. He eats a light breakfast and fish for dinner, and a porter brings him a fresh pack of Ziganovs and a selection of newspapers in the mornings. I pay the kitchen manager to tell him they’re out of decaf and set up camp at the coffee shop next door.

Patryk comes in at 7:03 a.m. Right on cue. I sit at a table in the corner engrossed in a copy of his latest book. He buys a decaf espresso and takes note of me while standing at the register. I twirl my hair idly and pretend I don’t see him walk up.

“You must be bored reading this big, pretentious book.”

I look up and blush. He sits across from me.

“Oh no!” I cover my face and peek through my fingers. “I feel like a crazy fan.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He takes my hands in his and lays them on the table. “It is remarkable, to meet a girl as beautiful as you who can understand such complex subjects.”

I look away bashfully.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Did I say beautiful? I meant stunning.”

“You are a very charming man.”

“That is what they say.”

I remove my hands and fidget with them in my lap.

“I’m sorry. I am too forward.”

“?? ???????? ??-???????”

“I don’t understand.”

“My etiler escort hotel makes the most wonderful zurek. Tastes like Easter morning, I swear to you. I would love to hear the opinion of a true Polish woman.”

“I don’t know…”

“What’s your name?”

“Kasia.”

“Kasia. You must. Do you want to be responsible for breaking my heart?”

I laugh.

“Well… okay. But only if you answer all my questions about game theory.”

“I would much rather talk about you.”

“I’m afraid I am not very interesting.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

Patryk helps me into my coat, and I don my sunglasses for the brief walk next door. He gregariously waves at the concierge and we go upstairs hand-in-hand.

He’s all over me the second the door closes. I play the role of the shy ingénue who is swept off her feet by his raw sexuality. He takes me in his arms and engulfs me. My kisses are shy at first. Then I move against him like a woman awakened.

Patryk takes off my glasses and pulls my sweater over my head. I carefully step out of my wool skirt. I stand before him in my bra, nude tights, and knee-high boots. I cover my chest awkwardly and look at him with big doe eyes.

“Bend over,” he says.

I tentatively place my palms on the bed and spread my legs. He runs his hands over my smooth ass. I’m dripping

Patryk pulls my pantyhose and underwear down to my knees and rubs my pussy. I fall to my elbows. He takes off his shirt and drops his pants. His tip brushes my labia.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he says.

He slaps my ass and roughly shoves his cock inside me. I gasp. He snatches a fistful of hair.

“You like the boys?”

He lets go and I fall onto the sheets. He takes off my boots, my stockings, my panties. I beckon him with halkalı escort my finger and he climbs on top of me with a grin. I wrap my legs around him. He cradles my head in his arms and fucks me hard.

Patryk fumbles while trying to put me on top and slams his elbow into my nose. I can feel the blood streaming down my chin.

“Kurwa! Shit!”

“I am so sorry!” Patryk hugs me and kisses my forehead. “There’s a lot of blood. You should clean that off.”

“No. No.” I throw my arms around his neck. “Don’t stop. I need you inside me.”

He kisses me and pulls away.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I cannot have sex with someone bleeding. Not even someone as pretty as you.”

“It’s okay, I’m not hurt.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Big baby.” I lick his throat. “Make it up to me.”

I go to the bathroom and clean up as fast as I can. I dry my face and walk back out. Patryk is pointing my gun at me. I slowly raise my hands.

“What’s happening? Why do you have a gun?”

“Who sent you? Russia? United States?”

“What are you talking about?”

“No bullshit. Sit down.”

I get on the bed and watch him closely. He throws his belt at me. He’s still hard.

“Your feet.”

“Patryk, why are you doing this? Are you angry with me?”

“Stop lying or I shoot you. Feet.”

I cinch the belt around my ankles and sniffle sadly. Patryk takes the gun and slaps me across the face. I rub my jaw.

“No more lies. Why are you here?”

“I’m a student at the academy. Please, don’t hurt me.”

He gets up in my face and I mentally brace myself. There’s nothing he can do that I haven’t prepared for.

“Were you going to kill me?”

“Really, you have me confused with someone else.”

“I don’t think so.” He cocks the gun. “On your stomach, hands innovia escort behind your back.”

He sits with his knee on my neck and tightly binds my wrists with a USB cord. He pulls my head back by my hair.

“Talk.”

“Please. I’m scared.”

“You’re good, I’ll give you that. But I am better.”

Patryk rubs the gun between my thighs. I shudder involuntarily.

“You are naughty girl.”

He rolls me onto my back and strokes my clitoris with the cold metal. My pussy is dripping.

“How dangerous are you?”

“Why don’t you untie me and find out?”

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Who sent you here?”

“You should kill me.”

“Don’t be so eager for death. It is coming for all of us.”

“???????? ?? ???? ??-??????.”

Patryk smirks and strokes his cock. He pushes so deep inside me I feel him in my guts. He pulls out slowly. I arch my back and point my toes. I grind my hips against him. I’m so turned on. I can’t help myself.

“This is what you do?” He grabs me by the throat. “You have sex with men and steal their secrets? Are you whore or spy?”

He rotates and swirls his cock inside me. I pant and moan and writhe in my restraints. His grip tightens around my neck. He keeps the gun pointed at my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stuffs his boxers in my mouth and squeezes my cheeks.

“Lies. No more talking.”

Patryk slaps my pussy over and over. I cry out in pleasure but I don’t make a sound. He flips me over, lies on top, and fucks me from behind. He wraps his arm around my torso and pushes my face into the bedspread. I lie limply and feign exhaustion.

He pulls out and forces my legs apart. He crouches down and jabs his fingers inside me. His nails scratch but I love the feel of his rough skin.

I seize his neck between my thighs and put him in a sleeper hold until he passes out. I calmly wriggle my wrists free. My skin burns from the rubber.

I get dressed, use Patryk’s finger to unlock his phone, and download the contents. I put my sunglasses on and disappear into the day. It’s time to leave Silesia.

*

Originally published in “Stories To Bang By, Vol. 29: Spy vs. Spy”

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It was the holiday season, and my boyfriend and I were staying at his parents’ house. We had been there a week and gone that entire time without having sex. Every part of my body ached to feel him, and I could tell by the way that he was looking at me that he longed for the same. It was then that I developed my plan…

We were helping his mom make dinner when I casually asked her if I could help her with any other chores. She thought about it for a moment, and said that she had been too busy to get her laundry done, and she said it would be wonderful if I could do that for her. This was too perfect! I gave my boyfriend a sly grin and said that I would need his help doing the wash since I didn’t really know how she liked it done. He quickly caught on to my scheming and followed me down to the laundry room.

Once down the stairs, I pulled down his zipper, reached my hand into his pants, and grabbed hold of his already very hard dick. I led him by his cock into the laundry room and shut the door. He shoved me against the wall and tore off my shirt, my nipples were erect and ready under my bra as he slid his fingertips across them making me shiver. He kissed me hard on the mouth as he took off my bra. I rhythmically bucked my hips against büyükçekmece escort his trying desperately to ease the throbbing in my clit. I started to take off his pants when he pulled away from me and said that he had an even better idea…

He opened the washing machine and threw in all the clothes he could find. I was starting to get a bit offended thinking that he would rather do his mother’s chores than have sex with me. He tossed in some soap, slammed down the lid, and turned the knob to “Heavy Load/Spin Cycle”. He guided me over to the washer, picked me up, and sat me down on top of it. The machine was working hard and vibrating like crazy… the feeling was fucking incredible!

While I was enjoying the pleasant vibrating sensation that was running up and down my body, he started to kiss my neck… down to my shoulders… cupping my breasts with his hands and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, and massaging it with his tongue. I was biting into his shoulder trying my best not to scream as my first orgasm came on. I felt my legs start to shake as sweat ran off of my skin. I dug my nails into his back and muffled my cries as best as I could.

While fatih escort I was still recovering from that first incredible explosion, he lifted up my skirt up around my waist and parted my legs. He roughly ran his hands over my thighs and pulled me in closer to him. He moved my hand down to his throbbing dick, and I guided it to my pussy lips. He ran his cock over my slit, getting it nice and wet, and slowly pushed his head in, lightly pumping the tip in and out. It was pure torture, and he was loving the way it was making me wriggle around. He continued to tease me with his head, and then he violently grabbed my ass and thrust his cock into me hard and fast. It hurt so good… The mix of pleasure, pain and vibrating was too much for me and I came again. I could feel my pussy muscles tightening and contracting over his dick. He buried his face between my tits trying to keep the rest of the house from hearing his deep moans. He continued to pound into me until I felt his cock twitch and release.

We were both panting heavily, but I was still hungry for more… after all, I had gone an entire week without fucking. I jumped down off of the washing machine and pushed him back up against esenyurt escort it. I kissed from his chest down to his happy trail, and ran my hands up the back of his legs and grabbed his ass. He was starting to get hard again when I took his dick into my warm mouth. I licked my juices off of his growing cock and I could taste the left overs of his cum. I noticed my mouth was vibrating a bit and realized that it was the vibrations of the washer passing through his body… then I started to think about how the inside of my cunt must have been vibrating for him, and I got so hot.

I wrapped my lips tightly around his dick and pumped my mouth up and down the shaft. His knees started to go weak, but I kept going. I ran my nails up his inner thigh and grabbed hold of his balls, I tugged at them gently as I ran my mouth over his rod. His legs finally gave out and we both toppled down onto the floor. I straddled his calves and pushed my mouth back down onto his cock, I was determined to make him cum again. The muscles of his thighs tightened, and he began to breathe heavily. He ran his hands through my hair and pushed my mouth down further onto his dick. I could feel his head pushing deep down into the back of my throat. He let out a muffled scream and came hard. I swallowed as much as I could before pulling away and watching the rest spray onto my tits and his belly.

My boyfriend sat up and licked some of his cum off of my chin. A little bell sounded in the background, he said, “Looks like the wash is done… its time to dry”, and he looked at me with a big grin.

I love doing the laundry.

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