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It’s always nice coming home to home-cooked meal. Especially when your girlfriend is a fabulous cook. And lucky for me, mine was very, very fabulous. She had already called me before I left work and told me that she was making something special for dinner. I couldn’t wait to see what she was going to have for me when I got home. I walked in the door and set my things down.

I shouted out that I had arrived and the response from Diana was, “I’m in the kitchen! Dinner’s almost ready!” I walked toward the kitchen, hoping to get a sneak peak at what she had whipped up.

Instead, I got a sneak peak at Diana’s naughty side. Always one to know just how to tease me, she was standing there in the kitchen in a little less than I expected. She was standing at the counter, her back facing me. I could tell she was wearing an apron because of the strings tied around her back. However, that was the majority of the clothing she had on. I could see the back of a red bra and red lacy panties that covered her cute ass. She had on a pair of red high heels as well, matching the color of her “outfit” and apron. I stood there for a moment, staring at her as she swayed back and forth, her ass rocking back and forth at the stove, inviting me to grab it. I fought back the immediate urge to rush over and start ravaging her, as I wanted to see how this little game was going to play out. Besides, it was obvious that she had gone to some trouble to set this up. I wanted her to enjoy every minute.

I started walking up behind her, and as I approached she stopped swaying. I stood just inches behind her, my breath falling heavy on the back of her neck. As I lifted my hands up to grab her hips, she leaned back into me, pressing her ass into me and melting against my body. Her head leaned to the left, giving me access to her soft neck, where I planted a few soft kisses as my arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer.

Diana moaned a little as her right hand raised up and pressed against the back of my head, her fingers running through my hair and pressing my lips even closer against her skin. She started swaying again, rubbing herself against me as I continued kissing her.

Finally, I broke free and commented, “A little underdressed for cooking, aren’t we?”

Diana turned to look at me with a wry smile on her face when she said, “Well, it does get rather hot in here when I’m cooking for you. I figured this would be a good way to keep cool. Besides, I am wearing an apron after all.”

She turned around to face me and show off. It was a red apron that one might find at a kitchen store, labeled with “Kiss The Cook”. Only it appeared that Diana had made some modifications to it. The word “Kiss” was crossed out and instead another suggestion was written above it. My little princess instead was standing in front of me wearing next to nothing and an apron that said, “Fuck the Cook”. I smiled at her ingenuity.

I said, “That’s a pretty fancy apron.”

Diana countered with, “I thought you might like it. And, since I know you have no problems kissing the cook, I figured I’d give it my own little touch. Hope you don’t mind?”

I pulled her close again and gave her a slow, deep kiss on her soft lips. My tongue darted into her mouth as we stood there pressed against each other. Before I could spend too long enjoying the taste of her warm mouth, Diana pulled away and returned to the stove.

She said, “Dinner’s almost ready. I’ve got something finishing up in the oven. I’m just waiting for the water to boil. I couldn’t think of a good starting course to go along with it.”

Once again, I slid in behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. My hands dropped down under her apron and I ran my fingers across the front of her lacy panties. Another soft moan escaped her lips as my fingers rubbed against her. I could feel a damp spot there, no doubt a result of our kissing and rubbing from just a few minutes ago. I too was starting to get worked up, as Diana could no doubt feel pressing against her ass.

I slipped my hand into Diana’s panties, rubbing my fingers up and down her wet pussy.

As I did, I leaned in and whispered, “I’m sure I can find some to whet my appetite until dinner’s ready. Something nice and tasty.”

I then slid my finger slowly gaziantep escort inside her dripping slit. Diana gasped quickly as my finger slid inside her, and I felt her juices covering my hand. I spun her around, and as she turned I slipped my hand out of her red lace panties and placed both my hands around her waist. Before she could say anything, I picked her up and started kissing her again. Instinctively, she wrapped her long legs around my waist, pulling herself closer to me. As our tongues danced around each other, I stepped forward to catch my balance. I bumped into the kitchen counter, Diana just clearing it due to her being wrapped around me. I took my hands out from under her and sat her down gently on the countertop. I stepped back for a moment and reached down to pull her apron to the side.

I could see the light glistening from the damp spot on the front of her panties, the thin lace doing little to contain her excitement. I stepped toward her again and hooked my fingers inside her panties. As I pulled them down, she hopped a little so they would come off easily. I slid them down her soft legs, stopping every few inches to kiss the insides of her thighs. As the neared the floor, I pulled them down and off of one leg. Diana leaned the other leg to the side and kicked them across the room, almost kicking off her shoe on the process. I started kissing my way up her leg again, and I felt her legs part, inviting my lips further and further toward her growing excitement.

As my face drew closer and closer to her sweet pussy, the aroma of her wetness washed over me. I loved the way my princess smelled when I got her all worked up, and I loved the way she tasted even more.

I remarked, “The smell of something delicious in the kitchen always puts me in the mood to eat.”

I ran my tongue all over her, tasting the juices on her pussy lips. I felt her hips slide toward me, wanting to feel my tongue pressed against her harder and closer. I pressed my face against her wetness, my tongue slipping inside her pussy to taste it in all its juicy glory. I could her Diana moaning above me, and she responded in kind by pressing her pussy against my face, grinding against it. I felt her legs wrap around my head, her heels resting against my sides. As I licked her inside and out more and more, her legs pulled me in closer and closer.

Never at a loss for words, Diana made sure to tell me how good it felt, “Mmmm…I love the way you eat my pussy. I love the way your tongue feels inside me. I love rubbing my pussy against your face. I get nice and wet thinking about you covered in my juices. Lick me, stud. Lick me until I cum all over your face.”

Not one to turn down such a polite request, I redoubled my efforts. My tongue flicked up and down her soaked pussy. Her juices ran all over my face. I knew I had to be doing something right when her moans grew louder. She put her hands on the back of my head again, this time taking a handful of hair in each one. She pressed me harder against her, rubbing her hot pussy all over my face. I accepted my role as her fuck toy, trying my best to make her cum for me. The little patch of hair just above her slit scratched at my nose as she rubbed against me harder and faster. Soon, she was right on the verge of cumming for me. I felt her body tense up right before she screamed out my name. She pressed my face into her pussy as hard as she could, and I felt her warm juices wash over my face. I eagerly lapped up as much as I could, Diana continuing to ride out her orgasm against my face.

As I felt her muscles start to relax and her grip on my hair soften, I leaned up and kissed her. She kissed me deeply, tasting her excitement on my lips. As we kissed, I reached around behind her to unfasten the clasp on her bra As I removed the last hook, her breasts sprang free. I flung the bra in the same general direction as her panties had flown earlier. I pulled the front of the apron together and took one of Diana’s hard nipples into my mouth. I sucked and teased it, eliciting even more moans from her. I even nibbled on it just a little, which I knew would turn her on even more.

As I teased Diana’s nipple, she pulled herself forward and off of the counter. She stood in front of me again, this time clad only in her apron that begged me to screw her silly. As I nibbled on her, Diana wasted no time in unbuckling my belt. She slid my pants down around my ankles. As I raised back up to kick off my shoes, Diana took the my dress shirt in her hand and yanked both sides apart. I could hear the buttons falling on the floor as it fell open, exposing my chest to her. She kissed my softly all over, working her way up and down my chest and stomach in slow falling circles. She teased me just as well as I teased her, slowly drifting toward my cock and veering away at the last second. She knelt down and ran her tongue all the way along the length of my rock hard shaft. Diana took the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around, tasting the precum there. She then ran her tongue back down me, and carefully ran it across my smooth balls. I would never deny my princess the opportunity to put my cock in her mouth, or the chance for her to spend as much time as she wanted licking and sucking every part of me. Tonight, though, I wanted to slide my hard cock inside her and fuck her on what might possibly be the last piece of furniture in the house that we hadn’t broken in with a steamy session of hot sex.

I put my hand under Diana’s chin and pulled up gently, inviting her to stand up. She made her cute little pouty face as I took her away from my cock. She always did that, but she also knew that the only reason I would stop her from putting my cock inside her warm mouth was if I had plans to put it inside her wet pussy. As she stood, I lifted the neck loop of her apron up and over her head. As it fell away my hands reached around behind her and unknotted the final remaining tie.

The red apron fell to the floor, and with the last barrier between us gone I could finally feel the warmth and wetness of her just inches from my hard cock. Diana’s hand ran up and down the shaft, teasing me to be as hard as possible before I slid inside her. In a reversal of fortune from earlier, she jumped up onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist again. With her left hand around my neck, her right hand had no trouble in guiding me inside her waiting pussy. She sank back carefully, my cock sliding all the way inside her with ease. She slid up and down a couple of times, making sure to slide all way to the end of my cock before sinking back down so as to fill her up completely. Soon, our rhythm was established, Diana riding me as my hands rested on her ass, guiding her up and down. We danced around the kitchen, carefully dodging clothes and aprons that sought to tangle us up. I spied something out of the corner of my eye, and danced carefully toward the wall.

With a jolt, I pressed Diana against the refrigerator, the cool metal of the door causing a few goosebumps on her soft skin. Using the appliance for leverage, I wasted no effort in driving my hips into her. Pinned against my cock and hard place, Diana wrapped her legs around me even tighter as she lustfully kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth just as I was slamming my cock into her pussy. I pressed into her harder and harder each time, plunging myself deeper and deeper into her inviting pussy. The feeling of my cock sliding against her soft pussy was exhilarating, as was the feeling of her juices running down the length of my shaft as it plunged in and out of her. I soon heard Diana moaning again, close to orgasming for the second time. I concentrated on fucking her, slamming into her as she gasped and moaned. As she screamed my name yet again, I felt a wave of her warm juices wash over my cock. Her tight pussy squeezed around my shaft, holding it close and trying to eek out every drop of pleasure. I loved making Diana cum as much as possible, and I loved the feeling of her cumming. Whether it be on my face or my cock or any other part of me, I loved it.

As Diana relaxed from her second orgasm, my naughtier side took hold of me. I walked over toward the kitchen table, intent on having my way with her there as well. The table was set for dinner, silverware and centerpiece waiting for a quiet meal. As I neared, I pulled my cock out of Diana and set her down on the ground. Her high heels clicked as they touched the tile floor. I kissed her once more, and as I did I grabbed her hips and spun her around. Diana no doubt felt my insistence, as she bent over the table, her ass pointed in the air, inviting me inside her pussy once more. Her legs parted ever so slightly. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down the length of her smooth slit, teasing her slightly.

All at once, I shoved my cock all the way into her, filling her up in one thrust. This time Diana pressed back against me, meeting my insistence with her own. As I started plunging in and out of her sweet pussy once more, she pushed the centerpiece on the table aside. I was determined to give Diana every ounce of energy I had left. I started slamming into her as hard as I could. I could feel the table shaking under us as our bodies collided. Every thrust into her jostled more and more items from the table. Soon, I could hear the sound of silverware hitting the ground as our efforts tossed items from the table. The centerpiece was long gone, falling off within the first few strokes. I was long past the point of caring. All I could think of now was the amazing feeling of fucking my princess and the sounds of her moaning and screaming. If I could fuck Diana all day long I would do it. But since I had to save it up for the times I could, I made sure to give it to her nice and hard. I don’t know if Diana came again, as I felt her juices running all over me again and her screams building to a fever pitch.

It wasn’t long before I could feel the fire in my belly that signaled the coming of my own orgasm. Normally, I had a hard time choosing whether or not I wanted to shoot my load inside Diana’s sweet pussy or let her suck out every drop of my cum as I filled her mouth. But tonight, my naughty side had a different idea. As soon as I knew my orgasm was eminent, I pulled out of Diana and spun her around once more. I pushed her down onto her knees. Diana did not resist in the least, eagerly dropping to her knees for what she thought would be my cock being shoved into her warm mouth. As she knelt there, waiting for me to fill her mouth, I instead took a handful of her hair in my left hand. With my right, I continued to stroke my cock, racing toward my explosive finish. With my hand firmly grasping her hair there was nowhere for Diana to go. My cock was just inches in front of her, my hand rubbing up and down the shaft. Always the smart one, my princess knew what I had in store for her. And, in yet another reason why I love her so, she encouraged me with her sweet voice.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. Shoot your hot load all over my face. I want to feel your cum shooting all over me so I can lick it up. I want to hear you yelling my name when you shoot your sticky load all over me. I want it!”

With her dirty words, I felt my balls start to empty. With a growling yell of “Ungh….Diana!!!”, I felt my big load shooting out of my cock.

I looked down to see the first spurt land on the side of Diana’s cheek. The second landed right inside her open mouth, splashing off her tongue. Several more ropes of cum landed on her nose, cheeks and chin. As my orgasm subsided, Diana quickly replaced my hand with her mouth, sucking out every last drop of cum as I came down from my high. As she pulled away, her finger dabbed up any remaining drops of cum on her beautiful face and she sucked them off the tip of her finger.

I kissed her long and hard, silently thanking her once more for being so amazing and knowing exactly how to please me and let me please her. As my senses came flooding back, I could hear the buzzer of the oven timer going off. The water on the stove was at a rolling boil, threatening to spill over the sides of the pot.

When I could find my voice again I asked, “So, since I managed to distract you and ruin your dinner, what now?”

Diana walked over to the oven and shut it off along with the stove. She opened the oven door to reveal nothing inside.

As she walked back toward the fridge, her naughty grin accompanied her explanation, “Oh, I hadn’t really planned on much. I figured we could order out for pizza or something later. But right now, I’m in the mood for something sweeter.”

And with that, she produced a can of whipped cream from the fridge. She shook it up as she walked back over to me. She popped the cap off and put a small dollop of the sweet treat on each of her still-hard nipples. She also lifted the head of my cock up and put a little squirt right on the head.

I smiled as I said, “Hmmm…I like your idea for desert…”

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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When I was in high school I worked part time for a guy who had a janitorial supply business. I realize now that it was a pretty dinky little business but he didn’t seem to work that hard, played plenty of golf and appeared to earn a decent income. I decided that I would eventually have my own business. So I majored in Business Administration in college, taking accounting, marketing, management, some contract law and more. Mostly paid my way with a soccer scholarship and lots of part-time jobs. My parents helped, too, of course. Then I got a sales job with a couple guys starting up a manufacturer’s rep firm for several industrial companies. It was interesting and I earned pretty good money for a couple years. But I was really just getting experience so I changed jobs and went to work for a small advertising agency that had industrial clients. That was interesting for a while, too, but I needed more experience.

I saw an ad for a production manager and answered it. I had no production experience, only knew that I needed some. The guy that interviewed me was the owner of the company. He told me that with no experience, he couldn’t hire me. I explained my interest in learning every phase of business so that I could eventually own my own company. So he hired me to do all the advertising, promotion and public relations work and fired the agency he had been using. He said that my salary was less than he had been paying them but he also agreed to have me sit in on almost every meeting — production, engineering, finance, whatever. So it seemed an ideal job for me.

It was a relatively small company, perhaps 100 employees. Paternalistic, as I learned over time. Almost like an extended family. The owner knew everyone that worked there and cared about them, knew every phase of his business and was involved in every decision.

My second day there, I came out of a meeting and was standing near Mildred, the boss’s administrative assistant (would have been called secretary a few years earlier). I was already learning that Mildred knew about as much about everything as the boss and was more involved than most people would think in making the company successful. Then this perfect female walked in and gave Mildred some papers and left. My mouth probably dropped open. I realize that different people see others in different ways so maybe there would be some guys who didn’t think this girl was perfect but would have to admit that she was at least gorgeous.

An absolutely perfect body. Shapely legs, strong with good muscle definition. A round, firm looking ass sitting up high with no saddle bags. Small waist. Lovely breasts that are probably C cups, all up and out front. Cute face, more girl-next-door than beautiful but perfect to me. Light brown hair bleached almost blond in the Southern California sun. She glanced at me and smiled and I was hooked. After she left Mildred looked at me.

“That’s Stacy,” she said with a smile. “I should also tell you that she’s been dating the same guy for over a year and they seem fairly serious.”

Her being unattainable only added to my desire. I only saw her for a few seconds and wanted her more than anything in the world. It’s not that I was sexually deprived. I knew this girl that I was fucking regularly. Fucking is the right term to use. Neither of us had a commitment to each other. We had no great relationship going. We both needed to fuck so we used each other. But if either of us found someone else, neither of us would be surprised.

Over the next three months or so, I managed to spend as much time as I could with Stacy, just being friendly. A group from the company entered into a fund raising walk for MIS and I walked next to Stacy. At the company picnic — yes this company actually had a company picnic – Stacy and I were in a three legged race together. That was interesting, since her boy friend was there but I guess he didn’t want to enter the fun and games. At work I’d see her at coffee breaks and lunch. The more I knew her the better I liked her. She was really a friendly, nice person in addition to being the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life.

Mildred probably saw this going on. She didn’t miss much. I think she sort of liked both Stacy and me. So, one day she told me that Stacy had broken up with her boy friend and then just looked at me and smiled. So, I asked Stacy for a date. We had dinner, went to a movie and I took her to the apartment she shared with another girl. We had a good time, or at least I had a good time. She asked me in for tea. Tea. I never drink tea. But it isn’t poison and if that’s how I get to spend more time with Stacy, then so be it.

I worried a little about pushing things too fast but on the other hand I’m looking at this sexy, desirable person and can’t resist. So, as she’s at a counter, from behind I put my hands on her waist and kiss her neck. She pauses so I kiss her again and she turns around and we end up with our arms around each other, pressed tight against each other, kissing. We never had tea. We did end up laying on her gaziantep escort living room couch, pressing against each other and kissing and kissing and kissing. with the beginnings of some tongue action. She rolls almost on top of me and does a partial push up, looking at me.

“We have to stop,” she says. “I can’t be casual about sex. I’ve done that and it doesn’t work for me. I get too involved emotionally. This is our first date. I’m really glad you asked me and I hope we see each other some more. But we better stop now.”

With that. she rolls some more and manages to get up off me, it feeling great as her body presses into me in the process, and is standing. I sit up, stand up too, put my arm on her waist and kiss her again.

“O.k.,” I say, “I understand. How about tomorrow or the next day.”

This is Friday night, early Saturday morning by now.

“I’m going to my parents tomorrow,” she says, smiling at me with a sort of pouty look as if she doesn’t want to be saying no, “how about Sunday?”

Sunday we go to the beach. I see her in a fairly minimal bikini. I have to lay on the beach face down to hide my erection. I’d like to just start licking and tasting her all over. Absolutely most gorgeous body possible. We’re in and out of the water. She actually gets her hair wet; something not all girls will do. I even get to put lotion on her back.I have a great time. I manage to hold her hand and touch her waist and devour her with my eyes. She acts as if she doesn’t know she’s the sexiest thing within miles. The most desirable woman of all the 2.000,000 or so at the beach that day.

We have a burger and a beer in a little place near the beach before heading back to her place. There, I’ve got my arms around her and we’re kissing and we’re back on the couch again, then stretched out again. I kiss her bare stomach and then her thighs. I really, really want to taste her pussy and I’m trying to let her know that’s what I want and see how far I can get this time.

She practically leaps up, leaving my lips kissing bare air instead of her thigh. She’s standing there in this skimpy little bikini and I go beyond wanting her to needing her. I tell her so. Then I decide to get cute. Or what I think is cute.

“I read where National Nude Day is coming up. Maybe I should have a party to celebrate it, have you over to my apartment.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “I think that’s just a way to get us naked together,” she says. Then she grins. It’s a grin I’ve never seen before. Sort of dirty or maybe even mean. “You don’t know me,” she says. “You don’t know much about me. I’m going to my parents tomorrow, would you like to come along?”

I’m sure my expression showed my feelings. I wanted my tongue in her vagina right now, not a visit to her parents. But I also realized how much I wanted her. I’d be willing to crawl through broken glass to have her. If meeting her parents was what would do it, why not? “Sure,” I said, probably not all that convincingly, “I’ll come along.”

I stood up and moved to her, put my arm around her waist and kissed her. She allowed me but didn’t really kiss back. “There’s more you should know,” she says, stepping away from me.

“My parents own a nudist resort towards Palm Springs. I’ve been raised all my life as a nudist, at least part of the time. My Mom and Dad both worked near here and did nudism part time until they got this resort a few years ago. So they’re going to be nude. And we’re going to be nude. And other nude people are going to be around, And we aren’t going to be doing anything sexual.”

I’m partly in shock, partly drooling looking at this gorgeous woman. What can I do? I end up agreeing and she ends up shoving me out of her place and setting a time early the next day for me to pick her up for a drive to the Palm Springs area, roughly two hours away.

What can I do? She’s pretty much admitted that she’s had sex before, said she couldn’t be casual about it because she’d done that before. All of which isn’t a surprise. She must be close to my age, perhaps 25. Most people aren’t virgins by then. I’m not. And her being a virgin isn’t important to me at all. My not managing to fuck her, to eat her, is what’s important to me. And now this nudist thing. Well, at least I’ll see her naked. So, the next morning we’re on our way.

There’s a woman uniformed guard at the entrance to the place. She knew Stacy and waved us in. We parked at the far end of a lot and Stacy led the way to the side, down a short path. This isn’t the main way in. She explains we’re going to her parents’ house. So we get to a normal looking home for Southern California. Stucco, single story. We go in the front door and Tracy calls out, “Mom, we’re here.”

Mom came around the corner into the room. I don’t think I’ve ever in my life had a similar reaction. If she’s Stacy’s Mom she must be around fifty. But she’s better looking and with a better body than any girl I’d ever fucked in my life. Maybe her breasts sagged a little more than Stacy’s, However, I’d never seen Stacy’s so I wouldn’t know. And maybe her waist was slightly larger than Stacy’s. But in general she was just as sexy as Stacy. And she was naked. Totally, completely naked. I’m standing there looking at a truly desirable sex object and get an immediate erection.

“Mom, this is Gary.”

Mom smiles and steps towards me putting out her hand. “I’m really glad to meet you Gary,” she says.

Instinct must have taken over because I smiled and shook her hand and murmured something polite.

Then Stacy says to me, “C’mon, we have to get out of these clothes,” and leads me into a small hall.

“Stacy,” I say very quietly, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Why?” she asks, turning to me.

“Look,” I reply, “I know she’s your Mother so don’t take this wrong. But to me she was an extremely desirable woman, naked, and I couldn’t help it, I reacted.”

Stacy smiled.

“And now I’m expected to see you naked and I know it’s going to be way more than I can handle. I’m going to react.”

Stacy more than smiled. She grinned. “Don’t worry about it, it’s normal Just ignore it.”

I was almost whispering so her mother wouldn’t hear. “Ignore it? I can’t. I’ll be naked. Everyone will see it. I can’t go walking around acting casual with a big boner sticking out in front of everyone.”

“Yes you can,” she says. “It’ll go away eventually. They always do. It won’t bother anyone else as much as it does you.” Then she grinned again. “Besides, I’d like to see it.”

That did it. I moaned. “Crap ,Stacy. You’re no help. You’d like to see it. I’ve been trying to get you to see it since I first met you. And now it’s going to be in front of other people and I can’t do anything about it. I don’t think I can handle it.

“Gary, I’m going in here and getting out of these clothes. Then I’m going to join my Mom and Dad. You get out of your clothes in this other room here and come out and join us. If you take to long, I’ll send my Dad in and maybe he can talk to you.”

Shit. What do I do. I go into the room, a bedroom, and take off my clothe and fold them and put them on the bed. Put my shoes and socks by the bed. I’m standing there naked thinking. Maybe I’m so worried that I won’t get a hard-on. But who’s kidding who, when I see Stacy naked I know it’ll happen. And her Mom. How can I explain getting aroused by her Mom? There’s a light tap on the door and this guy looks in.

“Gary?” he asks. “Hi, I’m David, Stacy’s Dad.” He comes on in. He’s naked. I’m naked. Weird. He looks normal. About my height, in good shape, hair partly gray. Nothing odd at all. Except he’s naked. And I’m naked. “Worried about seeing a bunch of naked people?”

“Well, yeah,” I say, “But truthfully, worried more about the way I’ll react to naked people. Naked women.”

“You’ll get an erection,” he says, then grins. “It’s normal. Happens all the time. Darn women can feel the same way but you can’t tell it. Guys can’t control it mostly. The darn thing just springs up on its own. Ignore it. Most likely everyone else will, too. It’ll go away. Probably come and go. You just have to ignore it. So c’mon out, We want to get to know you. I think Stacy’s pretty serious about you.” Then he turned and opened the door.

I breathed deep and followed him. We headed into the kitchen. Stacy and her mother were both standing there talking. Both naked. Stacy grinned when she saw me and stepped towards me, reached out and touched my arm. “I guess you’ve met Dad.,” she says.

She is perfect. Beautiful breasts. Full, up and pointing at me. Dark aureoles around smaller, hard, dark red nipples. Really flat stomach. Dark brown thatch of hair and then those perfect legs. She must be very active physically to have a body like that. And her mother is almost as desirable. I think I must have a boner as big as I can get. I really want to jump on both of then and fuck like mad and I have to stand there and do nothing. Stacy looks down. Shit, I’m trying to ignore it and she’s looking at it. She grins at me and kisses me on the cheek. I think I shudder a little. How can I just stand here when there’s so much I’d rather be doing. But I just stand there. Dumb.

HI,” I manage to say. I know I must be blushing. Although with my erection there might not be enough blood left in my body to blush, too.

“Mom, Dad,” she says, “Why not show us around? We can introduce Gary to some of the others.”

So here we are walking around a resort. Swimming pool, volley ball, shuffle board or something like it, miniature golf. Motel, or what looks like a motel with a bunch of units. Two stories. I meet a couple staff people. A girl lifeguard who’s almost as built as Stacy, who gives me a huge grin because I know I’m getting back up hard again looking at her. After a while Stacy suggests we go swimming. Then we come out and get some lounge chairs and towels and she suggests we put lotion on each other. She’s just plain mean. I end up feeling her lovely, firm but yet soft ass as I spread lotion on her back and legs. I almost moan as I watch her cover her breasts and stomach with lotion. I have to lay face down to try and hide my erection, which only gets harder and harder as she spreads lotion on my back and butt. It’s more than a man should have to bear. Then she gives me the bottle so I sit up and put some lotion on my chest and legs.

“You better put some on it, too,” she says with a big grin, “You don’t want it to burn.”

“Why don’t you? ” I reply. She grins again. “Don’t tempt me,” she says. She just lays back on her lounge. I lay on my stomach again, just to hide it. This all sort of surreal. It’s a different world or something. Maybe if we were already in a relationship it would be different. If I’d fucked her and ate her and everything about 1000 times I could truly relax here. But it just frustrates me more and more. And I can’t do anything about it.

We end up having lunch with her parents in their house. Fortunately it’s not a glass top table so my erection isn’t constantly out and on view. Then we get dressed and head back. I tell Stacy that it was probably the most difficult time in my life. I tell her how much I want her and having to do nothing about it is just difficult beyond imagination. She suggests that we go to my apartment, says she’s never seen it. The drive is long enough that I manage to cool down slightly in my ardor. My car has separated front seats so I can’t pull her close or anything anyway. She tells me along the way that I handled the nudist thing very well, she thought.

Once in my apartment — nothing grand at all — Stacy looks around, heads down the hall, looks in the bathroom and then the bedroom. She heads into the bedroom and I follow along.

“I like being a nudist,” she says. “And we’ve already broken the ice on that so why don’t we just continue?” With that, she starts unbuttoning her blouse, pulls it off and unhooks her bra. As her beautiful breasts come into view I realize what’s happening and quickly start getting out of my stuff, too. In a few second we’re both completely naked. I step to her, get my arms around her and we kiss. She really kisses back, shoves her tongue into me. Se’s got to feel me pressing into her with my now really engorged cock.

“I got as turned on by seeing you as you did seeing me,” she says as she breaks the kiss momentarily. “There’s nothing in the world sexier than an erect cock. I’ve been wanting you for hours.” Then her tongue is back in my mouth.

We rapidly end up on the bed. I manage to suck and lick and taste those lovely breasts and, much quicker than I probably should, get my tongue into her vagina. It’s as perfect as I had thought. Firm, tasty. And she reacts. Her hips are soon jumping. I suck on her clit, almost like a little finger pushing out. I doubt if it’s more than two minutes and she’s almost screaming as her juices pour out on my mouth. While she’s till moaning, I slide up over her, get my cock aimed at her and start into her. Her hand is holding me, helping aim me in.

This is even more perfect. She’s so tight it almost hurts to force my way into her. Her hips push up against me, her insides almost sucking me in all the way. We’re both “ah”ing and making happy sounds, hungry sounds. I don’t last nearly long enough and too soon she has her legs up around me, holding me in as we kiss. I realize that I haven’t shrunk yet and move my hips slightly to keep her insides massaging my cock, keeping it up and hard. Her eyes open wide and she grins at me.

“Lucky me,” she says as she starts moving her hips, giving my cock even more action. I pull out some, then shove it in again, I’m really going to be able to do it all over again. This isn’t normal for me. I guess I want her more than I ever wanted anything sexual before in my life. She moves her legs off my back and gets one sort of bent, her foot against the mattress. “Can we roll over?” she asks. As she pushes with her one leg, I lean in the right direction and push with my leg, too. My weight is on her other leg momentarily but we make the move with me staying inside her.

She gets situated, sitting on me with my cock fully up into her, her upper body held up with her arms. She stares at me with a fixed grin on her face, her mind obviously focused on our genitals and not what she’s seeing, as she moves her hips and rather slowly moves my cock around in her. Soon she’s almost riding me, her vaginal lips sliding up and down on my cock. I lift my head and shoulders enough to get my mouth to one breast and get the nipple between my lips and start licking and sucking.

We last a lot longer. Her tempo changes several times. At least twice she stiffens and I can feel her juices leaking out around the seal her vaginal lips are making on my cock. When I finally ejaculate into her she smiles and almost as if she’s tired, lays down on me, keeping my cock in her as it does shrivel this time. We stay in that position for a couple minutes, then start kissing. She finally lifts off and suggest we shower. I have no idea where my stamina comes from but as I wash her body with my bare hands, my erection returns. With the water pouring down on us, she’s soon on her knees, my cock in her mouth.

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I’m a cad; a philanderer even. I’m probably overall just a dick.

Yeah, I said it. I’m a dick.

I’ve been this way ever since I discovered girls.

At first I decided that girls who put out for anyone were to be avoided. So I started out with good girls; girls who waited to see whether they liked someone enough to have sex. At least it was the seventies and I didn’t have to wait until I married them, but still it was three or four dates in before I could get into their pants. Sometimes longer!

And after I did, well, I started chasing another girl. That’s where the cad part comes in. Almost the day after I’d had my way with them I was on the hunt for another conquest.

Not that I told them that or stopped having sex with them. In fact I would do them as often as I could before I got found out. Then came the shouting, the tears and sometimes the throwing things or even punching or kicking.

And after the storm had passed I’d move on as if I never learned the lesson.

Who am I kidding? Of course I didn’t learn the lesson. At least not the lesson they were trying to teach. No, the lesson I learned was that I could have sex and after a brief period of discomfort or pain, I could move on to the next challenge and have sex with someone else.

So I guess I did learn a lesson.

The irony was that there were some girls I did all of the above to who came back for another bout. So I don’t think you can blame those on me. Or maybe you could.

For instance there was Candy.

Now, with a name like Candy you might think I was talking about one of those girls who put out for anyone. But you’d be wrong. In fact Candy was one of my more challenging conquests.

We met at a dance club. I wasn’t really into dancing, but I liked watching the girls dance. And as it turned out, Candy liked to be watched while she danced. Of course she would never admit that. In fact, she told me a few times that she would never date someone who didn’t dance.

I don’t know whether she really believed that or not, but I didn’t rub it in when we were snuggled up in the back of my car outside Paradise Alley.

The Paradise was a glitzy discotheque that played all the cool music to all the cool kids dressed up in their coolest finery. Gold chains, platform shoes and white bellbottoms were the order of the day at Paradise Alley almost every night of the week.

Candy was always trying to get me on the dance floor and I was always refusing. That’s when she told me I had no chance with her if I didn’t dance with her. But I kept on trying. I’d show up at the Paradise, hang out, make small talk and do all those things that make a girl feel special. I even blushed a few times when she pressed me to dance with her, telling her I had two left feet.

Candy always laughed at my corny jokes and smiled whenever she saw me. I knew when I saw that I’d get her one of these days.

It was about six weeks after I met her for the first time she stood next to me outside the polished wooden rail surrounding the packed dance floor. She was rubbing her ass back and forth across the front of my slacks as we sang Love To Love You Baby together. The music was loud, the disco ball was spinning, the beat was deafening and I was softly squeezing her tits with both hands as she gave me a coy smile.

I dangled a tiny baggie of coke in front of her eyes and she followed me out to the parking lot like a rat following the Pied Piper.

After a few large hauls off the tiny glass mirror I kept in my glovebox we crawled into the back seat together. I’ll tell you the disco beat was almost as deafening in the back seat of my car that night too.

I didn’t really expect a blowjob from Candy that night. The most I was hoping for was to unzip her skin-tight bellbottoms and shove my hand between her legs for a while. Boy was I surprised when she reached into my slacks and freed my very hard dick from its ultra-tight confines. She was still sniffing back the remnants of the cocaine while she sucked me off.

She took my whole load down her throat and I just had to do something for her in return.

I pulled her bellbottoms down as far as her knees, scooped up both her legs in my arms and held them against my chest. Then I rammed my cock into her with one thrust. Her eyes opened really wide right then and she came almost immediately.

I don’t think any of the other guys she might have been with had made her cum before. After that first thrust into her tight little channel she was practically my sex slave for life. She was all over me all the time. In just the first week we’d fucked each other’s brains out at least ten times.

One memorable time was while my mom was downstairs watching some soap opera on TV. We were in my room “listening to music”.

My mother had followed us up the stairs and was talking about snacks in the kitchen if we wanted. Candy had smiled and said, “No thank you Mrs. Collins.” She was still descending the stairs to the living room when Candy pulled my cock out of my gaziantep escort pants and gobbled it down like she hadn’t been fed in a week. I came in her mouth before the first commercial break on my mom’s TV show.

Candy bent forward over the bed and pulled her tight pants to her knees so I could eat her out. I tell you, she was hairy but her pussy tasted like Candy. From the back it wasn’t so bad but there were times I was spitting her pubic hairs out for an hour after licking her.

The rewards though were far too good to pass up. She used to make this tiny squealing sound when she came, especially from my tongue. You couldn’t hear her if you were standing outside the door, even if it was open. But that little squeal made me hard every time I heard it.

I’d just finished cumming inside her pussy and was pulling up my slacks when Candy decided to see if she could get me hard again. Well, to make a long story short, she did. And it was as hard as a rock when my mom came in with a tray of drinks.

I’m surprised she didn’t drop the tray. That’s what would have happened in the movies.

Instead my mom gave both of us a cold look and decided that maybe Candy should go home now.

Personally I thought it was a huge laugh. I didn’t laugh while my mom was staring daggers at us. I laughed about it on the phone with Candy an hour later but she was mortified. Yeah, she actually used that word. She said she was mortified and said it at least three or four different ways like she was using it in a sentence for a spelling bee.

So that was the end of my trysts with Candy, at least for a while. She was too mortified to look my mother in the eye after that.

I think what pissed her off more than getting caught by my mom was when she found out I was fucking her cousin Cindy. Cindy had caught me and Candy fucking one day, except she didn’t tell anyone but me. She followed me out to my car after an evening of Candy making that tiny squealing sound. I think she came so much with me licking her silly she probably took a nap as soon as I left.

Cindy snuck up on me just as I was about to open the car door.

“Whoa!” I said when she popped out of the bushes.

She was grinning and giggling, walking toward me with her hands behind her back and hopping from foot to foot in a way that told me she knew something. She was wearing those tight hot pants that were fashionable in the seventies. She had a matching pullover that was just as tight and showed the little bumps on her smallish tits.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” she said with a grin.

“What are you talking about Cindy?” I said, too busy looking at her nipples though her shirt to think about what she was actually saying.

“I saw you!” she hissed as she leered and glanced down at my midsection.

“Saw me what?” I said with a grin of my own.

She looked from side to side and leaned in close to whisper.

“I saw your thing!” she said and broke down in giggles, “You and Candy were doing it!”

I smiled and cupped the bulge in my tight pants. Let’s face it, when your pants practically squeeze off the circulation in your legs, anyone can have a nice bulge.

So, here’s the scenario. You’ve just spent the better part of two hours slamming your cock into your girlfriend and then her younger cousin comes out to tell you she was watching the whole thing. I’m sure most guys would have been all apologetic and begged the cousin not to tell.

What did I do? I pulled out my dick!

“Would you like to see it up close?” I asked in my own whisper.

Cindy’s mouth went wide as if she were scandalized, but I saw the desire in her eyes when I said it.

“I’ll show you,” I said and pulled the fly down on my pants.

“You can’t!” she said and burst into laughter.

“Why not?” I asked as I pulled my dick out.

I wasn’t wearing underwear. A lot of guys in those days didn’t.

Her eyes went wide and she stared at it in awe.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not hung like a horse, not even close! But Cindy had only ever seen one cock before mine. Apparently the guy she screwed was a lot smaller than me. She thought I was the next best thing to Godzilla judging by the slack-jawed stare she gave it.

So, I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. At first she was a little hesitant but then she started stroking it. I pulled her to her knees in front of me and convinced her to take it in her mouth.

By convinced her I mean I pushed it past her lips and started fucking her face.

Well, she must have wanted it just as bad as I wanted to give it because she started sucking her cheeks in and out while I pushed it into her mouth. After a few minutes I stood her up and bent her over the hood of my car. I pulled her hot pants down and took in the sight before me. Apparently some girls didn’t wear underwear in those days either, because the only thing I saw was her luscious rump and her puffy kitty peeking out between her ass cheeks.

I slammed into her and she grunted in time to my thrusts. When she started making high-pitched cooing sounds I knew she was close. When I shoved into her hard and shot my load she shuddered and made this sound that made my orgasm last an extra fifteen seconds.

“Ooooooooh!” she moaned in a throaty voice.

I picked her up and kissed her then. Our tongues were dancing around each other’s and she couldn’t’ stop grabbing my cock. She got me all hard again and I fucked her again. She sat on the fender of my car and I pushed it into her slowly and gently. She wrapped her legs around my hips and told me how much she loved me. I told her I loved her too but we’d have to keep our love a secret from Candy.

She came again and cried as she promised me she wouldn’t tell Candy.

That incident was after the first week I’d been with Candy. Candy didn’t know it but I was fucking Cindy almost as much as I was fucking her. Cindy would either follow me out to my car or lure me into the small bathroom they had in the basement. She always had some place we could do it after Candy wasn’t looking. And she was always telling me she loved me. And of course I told her I loved her too.

I was shocked that Candy never figured it out. Cindy must have told her one day because she stopped talking to me about a week after my mom caught us with my cock in her mouth.

I told you I was a cad.

Now let me tell you about Jennifer.

Jennifer was one of those pre-lesbianism feminists. She was studying law or some such thing. She used to go on and on about how she was going to bring down the patriarchy in court. And then she was going to make sure the Supreme Court of the United States was entirely made up of women. I wasn’t listening when she told me how she was going to do that. I was too busy looking at her nipples poking out against the front of her sweater so my mind was otherwise occupied.

Those sweaters she used to wear were the same ones the preppies in college wore. Except Jennifer refused to wear a bra with it even though the weave in those sweaters was anything but opaque. She refused to wear a bra with anything she wore! Apparently bras were a ploy by the patriarchy to keep women in their place.

I met her at a lecture. It was called Women in the Modern World. I went because I guessed there would be a lot of women there. I was right.

Jennifer was standing close to the back and muttering that there weren’t enough women on stage. I’m guessing the emcee, the same guy who introduced all guest lecturers, was the one too many men on the stage. Besides him there were four women up there. One of them was speaking and the other three were waiting to speak.

Of course I agreed with her whole heartedly.

“I know right?” I said with feeling, “How can they expect women to take them seriously if they need some guy to introduce them?”

I shook my head in disgust and grimaced in her direction. She looked at me with surprise and I turned away and left the lecture hall walking quickly.

Just as I expected, I heard her scurrying to catch up with me. I turned and stared at her.

Over the next five minutes I told her I was too angry at how the Man was keeping women down to hold a civilized conversation with anyone. I advised her three times that talking to me right now would be an experience she didn’t want to have.

Two hours later she was lying underneath me on her living room floor and moaning as I slid my cock in and out of her. She was the kind of girl who never closed her eyes during sex. With her round John Lennon style glasses that she never took off she kind of reminded me of an owl. But she had big tits and a slick pussy so I didn’t care.

That first day I fucked her three times and came inside her each time. Over the next ten days I fucked her at least once each day and once we did it four times. I could never convince her to go down on me though. She said that was something her feminism would not allow. She didn’t seem to mind when I went down on her though. And I didn’t mind either. She tasted sweet and she was clean shaven. Not a single hair to spit out afterwards.

She used to clamp her legs around my neck when she came. I swear she would have broken my neck one day if we’d stayed together. But that was not to be. She took it personally when she caught me fucking one of her feminist friends.

Tara was a dyed in the wool feminist who believed that all men should be subservient to their female masters. Funny thing, she never used the words, female mistresses.

She believed also that men were to be used as and where she pleased. And so it was that she decided she would be pleased to use me. We were at Jennifer’s place and Tara dragged me into a spare bedroom and pulled my cock out of my pants like she owned it. The way she sucked me though I was glad to let her borrow it.

Her pussy was clean shaven too, almost. She had left a round tuft of black hair right over top her clitoris.

I fucked her in three different positions that day. She rode me facing me, she rode me facing away from me and she stood and faced me on one foot and wrapped one leg around my hips. When she came she wrapped both those legs around me. She never once let me on top of her to fuck her.

After I came inside her she decided she wanted to suck me again. I was just cumming into her mouth when Jennifer walked in on us.

When she started yelling at me Tara intervened and demanded to know why she wasn’t mad at her. She was the one in charge of this situation and she felt it to be an insult that she wasn’t being given the credit.

When Jennifer couldn’t reply to that Tara had suggested that they both use me as was their right as women. Jennifer threw her arms up and stormed out of the room demanding that both of us get out of her house right now. I thought it was a shame they didn’t use me together. That would have been cool!

As you might have guessed, I never fucked Tara again but that one time had been memorable. She had a pair of legs like a C-clamp that could drive all the air out of you when she came.

I didn’t fuck Jennifer again either, at least not for a long time.

I left Jennifer’s place and started meandering through the campus when I ran into Candy. She was lying on the grass with a book open on the ground in front of her. I stepped up to her and smiled.

“Hi Candy,” I said.

She looked up and smiled and then rose to crouch on her knees.

“John,” she said.

I’m not sure what I was expecting. Screaming, shouting maybe even throwing things. I wasn’t expecting the calm greeting I was getting.

“Are you going to college here too?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I lied, “You too huh?”

“Yup,” she said and then sat with her legs crossed in front of her.

I sat opposite her.

She was wearing blue jeans and a blue button-down top. I guess the days of bellbottoms and platform shoes truly were gone if she was no longer wearing them.

“What’s your major?” she asked.

“Haven’t decided yet,” I said, trying to avoid the subject.

I wasn’t really attending college. I just went there to scope out the girls.

“How about you?” I asked without caring what the answer was. I was too busy imagining those tits of hers the way I remembered them.

“The same,” she said with a shrug, “It’s either psych or business. I’ll decide next year I think.”

We talked for a while and then I made a fatal error. I asked her how Cindy was. I know I should have known better but I’m a dick.

Candy glowered at me and was about to shut down the conversation. I did some quick thinking and invited her to have some coffee with me. She sighed and gave that look. You know, the look that says this is your last chance? I’m sure every guy has seen it at least once in their lives.

Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. It’s a bluff. It’s one of those things women do to shift the balance of power in their favor. And it works! Almost every guy out there folds and becomes a compliant servant at the slightest hint of that look. Everyone but me anyway.

Of course I never let them know they haven’t won. I play along and get all apologetic and everything.

Now here’s another secret. That works too!

There’s nothing women like better than hearing you say you’re sorry. But you have to be authentic! You can’t just say the words. You have to mean it! Or you have to act like you mean it. And you’d better be a good actor. Because if you’re not that truly is your last chance.

Well, I’m a good actor. Really good!

So good in fact we were back at her place with her mouth around my cock three hours later. Her tits were just like I remembered. Big, soft and awesome! She still had a thick growth between her thighs but I didn’t care. She still tasted like Candy and I’d happily spit out pubic hairs for the rest of my life if she’d just suck my cock the way she does.

She had this way of putting her lips around the shaft and running her tongue all around the head that blew my mind. She would puff her cheeks in and out and I felt like I had a vacuum wrapped around my dick.

When I came she took it all in and swallowed it like always. Then she kissed me the way she knew I liked. I could still taste my semen on her lips and it made me get hard almost immediately. She knew that too.

She pulled me on top and I entered her like it was old times. We spent the rest of the day in bed and a good part of the next day too.

After a shower she told me she had class. I said I had classes all afternoon and evening so I wouldn’t finish until nine. She grinned and told me to come back here after I was done. I kissed her and promised I would.

It was that afternoon I met Katie.

Katie worked at an Irish pub downtown. I figured if I was going to do what I do, I’d have to do it well off-campus.

Katie was a fiery redhead with long legs and an hourglass figure. She had a mouth that was slightly too large for her face but a smile that lasted all day! I couldn’t work out whether the slight Irish lilt I heard in her voice was authentic or not. But I didn’t care! I hoped she carried it into bed with her as well as at work.

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A wedding is the ultimate sign of prosperity; the chance that human life can socially, and properly, embrace the chance of biological evolution. She thought as she remembered what the essay she read last week.

But where am I? Kate pondered. I’m here reaching my 25th birthday, alone. Not one man, single or not, even bothers to glance my way. Not one. She snorted as they all enthralled around the blonde beauty on the center of the dance floor. Her hips moving perfectly at beat with the music; her figure, of course, is pleasing to the eye. She observed how the girl held them all in a trance. That’s why they’re all staring at her. She’s tall and overly thin; the perfect description of a typical Hollywood model.

She decided it was better to leave for some fresh air before she depressed herself enough to eat the entire buffet table. There was a small bridge in the garden that seemed far away enough from the party. Without a doubt she knew she needed a break from it all.

Kate knew she looked good today; the rich violet color complimented her sun kissed skin well. The ruffled skirt was also respectable and reached almost to her knees. However, the top was strapless –which she made sure to shy off her cardigan once the reception started—and displayed the top of her breasts nicely. She styled her down with a few bangs to add a bit of mystery.

And yet, glancing over the rails of the bridge she looked at her reflection and acknowledged that there wasn’t much to disagree with. She knew she was considered beautiful, too. But my beauty is different, she grimaced. Kate was short and brunette; standing at a not-so-proud 5′-3.” She thanked God everyday that her caramel eyes weren’t too far apart, her lips were full, and her brown hair reflected streaks of gold like the sun. She looked downward, towards the curves of her chest, appreciating the fullness of her breasts. Her size reached a full C-cup. The banister covered her skinny, but fleshy, waist. Since adolescence she worked hard to burn the fat she labeled “the pouch” from her center, but it never fully went away. At least I was granted a nice bottom, she acknowledged, that pretty blonde doesn’t have one of these! She realized as a small smirk crept to her lips.

She gazed back to the pond, wondering where all the time had gone. It felt as if it were yesterday when they all graduated college and went their separate ways, though, she was ultimately proud of her friend’s decision for a husband. Kate only felt left behind. Maybe if she hadn’t gone to New York she would have met someone by now.

There was no doubt Tom was a great guy. Deep down there was no doubt that her friends were true soul mates. Kate couldn’t help but to sigh. She was the one who got them together their senior year of college. The reason her friend discovered she could be with Tom was because Kate made it possible. She loved them both. They were her backbone when she broke up with her boyfriend of three years. Her friends built her into the woman she is today: successful, powerful, and ambitious.

But she never stopped giving. Her family helped Tom find a job in California after Catherine received a once in a lifetime job opportunity. She frowned at the memory when she broke the news about New York. They were all going to go together to California. Kate had other job offerings easily because of her 3.6 GPA and extracurricular activities, but Exsus Inc.—in New York—was a bigger company with less risk and a better paycheck. Being in finance was always her thing. She was always the business type of person and made the decision which would better her future.

Glancing back to the reception tent, the wedding was something special. Catherine loved decorating, but Kate never fully understood the bride’s talent until she walked under the reception tent. The center pieces were a collaboration of blue, white, and purple roses and carnations in a glittering silver vase. The woman had even laced lights through the flowers.

She used a distressed silver table cloth, which reflected flower petals in the light. The chairs were adorned with alternating blue and purple seat covers with silver tie backs. She had even correctly chosen contemporary white squared tableware. Being a Financial Analyst doesn’t seem to be the right job for her anymore, Kate pondered as she gazed past the perfect garden. The bridge overlooked a small pond with lily pads and koi, while the surrounding foliage was a collection of fountains and beautiful spring flowers. Butterflies and lady bugs migrated around the garden.

Everything was, in a word, perfect.

“What a perfect day for a wedding,” Kate spun at the sound of the stranger’s voice. At a glance she thought he was gorgeous. At 5’11” he held himself tall, his dark brown hair reflecting reds in the sunlight. She noticed thick muscles hidden well under his rolled up button-up shirt. He stared at her as she seemed too preoccupied absorbing his presence to answer. “I’m sorry, miss, let gaziantep escort me introduce myself,” He said in a British accent, “Name’s Phillip.”

With a shake of her head, Kate seemed to come out of her trance. She even managed to respond coherently. “I’m Kate. Nice to meet you. Are you running for some fresh air, too? It is ridiculously warm in that tent.”

“Well, it was getting rather hot in there, but I saw you here and figured you might want some company. You don’t have a date, I presume?” His blue eyes held her hazel ones with sheer innocence.

“Um—no, actually. I flew in from New York just yesterday. I don’t know anyone in the area.” She smiled a bit at the idea of this man asking her about her date. Pfft! “You?”

“I flew in from Southampton a few days ago with my brother. You see, the groom’s brother was my flatmate when they went to uni a few years ago. We’ve been best friends ever since.”

“So you came here to enjoy an American wedding or to see if you can catch any American girls?”Kate held a mischievous look as she waited for his response. The comment was a hit or miss. That alone would say plenty about him. Fortunately, he laughed. So he’s cute and has a sense of humor. Hmm…Interesting. It wasn’t everyday there was a chance to meet a foreigner but weddings were always the crossroads of a lot of relationships. It always made people think about the future. It definitely made her think about it more than she wanted to.

“I wouldn’t have overlooked the opportunity. And now that I’ve met you, I think you can be my American girl for the evening.” He winked and flashed a smile that made her knees weak. “That wouldn’t be a problem now, would it?”

“I don’t see why not. But I’m a good girl. I don’t sleep around.” She stated in warning but kept a playful look to her eyes. When their eyes met, she noted his were a dark turquoise sea, darkening only as she bit out her last words. She didn’t realize he sensed a challenge then.

With a crooked smile, he pretended to sound offended. “That wasn’t my intention, Miss Kate. Of course, if you were to offer, I would have to surely decline. I’m a good boy, you know?”

She outright laughed at that. She caught a hint of playfulness in his gaze. “I like you, Mr.—er?”

“Michaels. Phillip Michaels.” He corrected.

“Well, we should be getting back. They’ll be cutting that cake soon. And if there is one thing you never want to miss, it’s the cake when my friend is the wedding planner.” She went to make her leave, when he caught her arm.

She stared back up, and his eyes had darkened with lust, like a sea of deep blue waves in a storm. Her mouth fell into a perfect “O”. “Why don’t you be my date for the rest of the party, Kate?”

“O-okay,” She managed to mutter as he hooked her arm around his and led her back to the dance floor. Thankfully, they were cutting the cake soon.

~~~

The cake was delicious. Butter cream and blueberry covered marble slices were issued out to all guests. The rest of the evening was absolutely divine. Phillip was a gentlemen; he would pull out chairs for her, order her drinks and even took her out to the dance floor more than three times. She found herself actually having a good time.

While dancing he leaned into her ear and began forming small talk. “What do you do for a living, Kate?”

“I work for Exsus, a financial company.” She responded as he turned her around.

When they met again, he whispered that he has the opportunity to work in a satellite office in whichever state he wanted. One of those states was New York which made her think it’d be possible to be with someone like him back home. He said he was thinking about it. The decision date was looming closer and considering his job prospects, it will be better if he does move to the states. “It’s looking like it might definitely work. Even if it’s for a year.” He pulled her around him again as the music crescendoed.

“Well, if you do choose New York, you’ll know me.” She gave him a sweet smile. She quickly glanced at Catherine who was staring right at her with a look of complete happiness.

Kate had to admit she was happy; happier than she had ever been in years. Hopefully, this night will not end any time soon.

~~~

“We should go to the gardens,” He leaned in and whispered into her ear as they slow danced.

“Why, Mr. Michaels!” She exclaimed as she faked her shock. “How could you ask a lady such a question?”

He chuckled in her ear. “Well, I meant it is rather warm here but if you want that sort of garden trip, it can be arranged.” He pulled her closer to him and chuckled into her hair. Good god, she fits perfectly.

Suddenly she felt herself at a loss for words. He was warm and comfortable. She felt at ease. Being so close to another human being, even if temporarily, was difficult for her to find. Her life revolved around her company, her apartment, and her sleep. There wasn’t much else in between. It would be nice, she thought, if he could hold me like this forever. “Actually, I could use some fresh air. Let’s go once this song is over.”

He stumbled a bit, “Sorry,” His breathe was warm and smelled a bit of alcohol. “Yes, I think fresh air will do us both just fine.” She looked up at him; his eyes were dark blue and were looking at her with a hint of lust and happiness.

He likes me. He actually likes me.

As she was thinking, the song suddenly stopped and people began to leave the dance floor. Phillip grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor pulling her past the crowds for people and into the night.

Once they reached the same bridge where they met he held her to a halt.

“There is only one thing I want you to know,” he said as the wind whipped his dark hair back from his face. “I plan on having you before this holiday is out. I want you in my bed.” He stepped closer. Kate’s expression reflected pure outrage. “Before you object, know that I’m a determined man, Kate. I get what I want. And, as of now, I want you more than anything.”

Kate stared at him completely flabbergasted. She had no idea whether to be afraid or completely engulfed by this man. He had been the perfect gentlemen the entire night. He even helped out a lonely girl like her. And it’s not that she didn’t want him; she did, but what of it then? She didn’t want to be easy, and she was sure heck was not going to be easy.

She was heading back to lonely New York in a few days anyway. Why should she plant roots when she was clearly leaving paradise soon? “I already told you I’m not the hooking up kind. I’m sorry if you thought otherwise.”

The party seemed far away now; the dark had enveloped the sky with a passing breeze. Families were already leaving, and soon she would be, too. All she needed was a bottle of champagne once she arrived to her hotel to feel better. The breeze picked up. She longed to find someone to share warmth with. This was her solid reminder that her loneliness was absolute. With work and her daily grind, her love life always seemed to be short lived—until the rare times she comes across someone like Phillip, a man who was determined to only temporarily possess her. She shivered before looking up at him. His look was dark and resolute; a challenge was written in his eyes.

“Very well,” He pulled her to him making her gasp as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “I don’t like leaving loose ends. You may slap me after if you feel like you need to.” He started to lean in a little unbalanced. Was that alcohol she smelled on his breath? Oh, great. He’s drunk!

“You’re drunk! C’mon, you’re not yourself right now. I feel like we had a great time tonight. Let’s not mess it up, okay?” But she felt like a bird in an iron cage, utterly stuck. “I don’t make easy prey.” She warned as she tried to pull away. His warm breath blew a small strand of her hair back.

“I hoped you would say that.” He chuckled a bit and clumsily attempted to pull her closer. “Makes the chase worth so much more.”

Oh, he is definitely drunk, she figured. “Release me at once,” she tried but his iron grip held her to him. “Let me go!” She squealed before her hand escaped him and slapped him across the face. Instinctively, he released her and held his palm to his reddening cheek.

That’s it, he thought to himself. He was about to grab her and give her the best kiss of her life until he caught a shadow in his peripheral.

“Is everything alright here?” A stocky elderly man asked. His face was covered in lines from old age and concern. He looked at Phillip accusingly before being the good samaritan and temporarily saving Kate from the inevitable. “Miss, why don’t we go and find the bride and groom? They shall be leaving soon.” Phillip looked down at her then. Her eyes seemed startled. You’re going to frighten the chit, his conscious warned. Sober up and let her go. For now.

“Everything is fine,” he said in defeat. “Goodnight, Ms. Kate.” He watched as the elderly man and Kate walked back to the reception tent. She turned to look back at him. He knew then and there this woman would be worth his struggle.

~~~

When Kate arrived to her room, she closed the door quickly behind her and placed the lock. What a night! She quickly opened her drawer and found a pair of panties and a tank top and headed into shower.

All in all, it was impossible for her to get what happened with Phillip out of her mind. He was so well behaved the entire night she hadn’t noticed him drinking enough to be so drunk. How dare he put his hands on her!

She let the warm water loosen her tense muscles for about twenty minutes before calling it quits. There was no reason for her to feel so uneasy, but she managed to check her entire room before feeling comfortable to go to bed.

It seemed hours passed as she lay there in her warm bed feeling cold. There was something about this man that she couldn’t stop thinking of. She wanted him, no doubt. I must talk to the Tom’s brother tomorrow at breakfast… well later today. I must know more about this man. Is he even safe?

While being deep in her thoughts of Phillip—and maybe a few sexual fantasies—she found herself in deep sleep.

~~~~

Morning came soon enough. She found herself restless as if it was Monday and she had a huge presentation at work. Damn this man, she groaned as she dragged herself to freshen up and ready for breakfast. Everyone was meeting today in celebration of a wonderful party last night. Good thing they planned for 10am and nothing earlier. She didn’t think she would make it if it were.

She quickly threw on a teal green shorts and a sheer white button up blouse. She threw on a headband and pearl earrings as she slipped into her white strappy sandals. Soon she was racing down the hall to the elevator.

Conveniently, once she entered the elevator stall, she saw Gerry waiting. “Good morning,” she gave him a friendly smile. “Did you sleep well?”

He returned her smile. Gerard was Tom’s older brother. Still quite the bachelor, his parents thought she and him would eventually date and marry. It wasn’t that Gerry was unattractive, he was actually better looking than his brother. He had dark chocolate eyes with matching dark brown hair just like Tom. His skin was fair and had a leaner build than his brother but was not as athletic. He was even more ambitious than Tom when it came to academics (which was a trait she admired). Here was the problem: he was the epitome of a slut. She knew from the beginning that he wasn’t for her. It’s a shame because it would have been nice being the best friends who married a set of brothers. Her attraction for him had died years ago when he hit on every buxom girl that walked past him. “Good morning, Kate. I slept fine. Not enough, obviously. Last night was… long.”

She laughed. “Alright, how many girls?”

“If I told you two, would you believe me?” He gave her a grave expression.

“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened a bit.

“Yes, Ms. Lacey and Mrs. Jenkins.”

“Mrs. Jenkins?! Okay, now I call bull.” She said as she stepped out of the elevator.

“Alright! Alright, you caught me. It was only Lacey. Soft little thing… but a freak. And one day Mrs. Jenkins will take a round with me, too. Mark my words.”

“You’re disgusting. She’s a married mother,” she declared by wrinkling her nose. They were walking towards the breakfast room.

“I like MILFs. And marriage is only a challenge. It’s only a matter of time. I see how she looks at me.” He gave her a sweet, innocent smile. “She wants me.”

“Please…. Just…. Shush. I don’t even want to think about it. You have no shame.” She grimaced before deciding to change the subject. “Oh! I meant to tell you. I met Phillip last night.”

“I realized Phil and you met. I saw you guys together all night. He sure liked you.” He said as he walked to a halt. “You guys were the talk of the wedding next to Tom and Cathy.”

“I’m just gonna say it. Is there anything I should be careful about?” Her concern was visible, but she wasn’t about to tell him of what happened last night.

“Not that I know of. He’s about a year older than me. A genuine guy; a little too ambitious for my taste.” Her concerned look didn’t change. Gerry understood what she meant, “If he’s anything like me? No. Doesn’t sleep around much from what he tells me. It’s rare, actually. I don’t think I’ve seen him with a girl in a long time. I guess he’s more of the dating kind. He didn’t want to date much after he got into a bad relationship in the beginning of college.”

“That’s a shame. Remember when I broke up with George? I didn’t want to date anyone after that either. I kind of haven’t dated much since.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember those days. It wasn’t fun for any of us. Oh! Here’s something you should definitely know. Phil’s one of those people who when he sets his mind on something, he accomplishes. He is very goal oriented and stubborn. I guess that’s the only thing that could possibly be trouble. But you’re stubborn too, so I–“His voice feel into the background of her thoughts as Phillip’s voice came into her mind.

Before you object, know that I’m a determined man, Kate. I get what I want. And, as of now, I want you more than anything. His declaration quickly flashed before her eyes.

After Kate’s silence he added, “He’s still a good guy, though. I approve.”

Oh, boy.

~~~

Once she arrived in the dining room, she quickly sat next to Catherine’s mom and dad. She had known them since her adolescence and cared for them dearly. They were like second parents to her.

It was a shame her parents weren’t able to take the time off work because they really wanted to be here to celebrate, too. Catherine and Kate were always together; they graduated from the same high school and university and lived together for four years. Now Catherine was taking the next step in her life. She was going to start her own family. All she needs now is children.

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This is a true story, although I’ve changed a few names and locations to protect the not-so-innocent. It’s an account of a steamy affair I had with the wife of a colleague at work a few years ago. We’ve all gone our separate ways now, but I look back with a lot of fondness on our brief, but incredibly erotic, dalliance.

***

Wang was a colleague at work. Chinese, in his late 30s, he was a mild mannered and respectable sort of guy. From time to time he used to invite me and my wife, as well as other colleagues around to his house for dinners and barbecues, as well as drinking Chinese liquor. When I first met her, I didn’t think there was anything remarkable about his wife, Lucy. She looked like a typical Chinese wife in her mid 30s. Pretty, but quite conservative and usually dressed quite casually. It wasn’t until one time my wife and Lucy, who were quite friendly with each other, both went to a workout class that I noticed that Lucy had quite a nice hot body. She looked amazing with her hair up and wearing tight yoga pants and a tight top with a sports bra. I realized that she had great legs and a tight ass, although her tits were quite small.

After that, I began to pay a bit more attention to Lucy. I noticed that she was also quite flirtatious, especially as she became more confident in English. Once or twice we went out in groups and I saw her wearing traditional Chinese Qi Pao or a figure-hugging dress with some make up and realized that she was becoming quite sexy. One time when she wore a halter neck cocktail dress I also realized that the sports bra had not done justice at all to her tits. She was by no means as small as I had thought and she also had the most amazingly prominent nipples, which certainly piqued my interest.

Over time I began to fantasize about her, imagining what it would be like to be naked in bed with her and how it would feel to fuck this Chinese housewife. I even masturbated over her sometimes, visualizing my sticky cum squirting onto her breasts. In real life, I found myself finding opportunities to flirt with her whenever I had the chance. I noticed that she did not resist. In fact, she flirted right back, sometimes even brushing her arm against mine, or resting a hand on my leg, and invariably squeezing just a little longer whenever we kissed goodnight after a party, while I would run my hand surreptiously over the outline of her bra, or briefly touch her ass. It was becoming so tempting, yet I wasn’t sure how we could find an opportunity to be alone.

The chance finally came when both Wang and my wife were away on business. We’d had dinner with other colleagues and in the general discussion realized that we would both be alone without our spouses. At some point during the talk I remember I locked eyes with Lucy and she gave me a little twinkle with a smile in return. Later, when the conversation turned to working out, I even mentioned that if Lucy needed a workout buddy I’d be happy to oblige. Maybe we might even go running. When the party broke up, we embraced tightly, placing our platonic kisses just at the edge of each other’s lips, so close as to feel a sensual thrill. I admit that later that night, as my wife and I made love, I imagined that it was Lucy moaning underneath me as I came.

That weekend I texted Lucy and asked her if she wanted to come running with me. She agreed quickly and showed up at my place at 6.30 am that Saturday. She looked amazing. She was wearing dark yoga pants, which really showed off her shapely ass, with a matching sports bra gaziantep escort and a loose fitting sleeveless top. Her thick dark hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a sports cap.

‘Wow, Lucy, you look amazing.’ I greeted her.

‘I didn’t want to embarrass you by looking sloppy.’ She replied.

‘It’ll be hard for me to keep my eyes on the road.’ I joked. We drove to the park, about 10 minutes away, and did a nice easy 5K, sometimes running side by side and other times running solo. She was glowing by the end of the run with beads of sweat glistening between her breasts and on her face.

After the run we drove back to my place. Lucy had brought a change of clothes so I suggested that we both take a shower before breakfast. I told her to go ahead and use my shower and I would use the guest shower.

The two rooms backed on to each other and as I stripped off and showered I could hear the water running in the other room. I imagined her peeling off her running gear and standing naked in the shower and my cock began to grow hard. I thought about rubbing one out, but decided to hold on to it. I got out of the shower, toweled off and threw on a shirt and shorts. As I came out of the guest room Lucy appeared in the bedroom doorway. She was wearing a simple mid length sundress, with a halter neck and quite evidently no bra, because a nice glimpse of side boob was showing. Her hair was wet and her skin glistening fresh from the shower.

‘Do you have a hairdryer?’ She asked.

‘Sure’, I replied. ‘In the bedroom. Here, let me show you. You look fantastic by the way. I love the dress.’

‘Thank you.’ She smiled shyly. I led her into the bedroom and took the hairdryer from the drawer. I plugged it in by the mirror and beckoned her over.

‘Come. Let me help you.’

She stood in front of the mirror and I started to blow dry her hair, standing close behind her, but not quite touching her. I flicked her long black hair with my fingers as the hairdryer worked.

‘You have beautiful hair.’ I said, softly, stroking it gently and moving a little closer towards her. She gasped slightly, but did not resist as I pressed my body against her back, feeling the gentle swell of her buttocks against my crotch, which reacted quickly and obviously. I felt Lucy react as well by grinding very gently against me. In the mirror I could see that her nipples were hardening and poking visibly against the thin fabric of her dress. I brushed my hand against her cheek, breathing into her ear now. The hairdryer, forgotten now, lay on the table.

‘You’re a very beautiful sexy woman Lucy.’ I whispered. She turned and kissed me, tentatively at first, but then sensuously, her open lips finding mine and our tongues entwining. My hands caressed her waist and then slid down to squeeze her firm ass and pull her hard against me. I could feel the heat from her, and her breasts pressing against my chest.

‘I want you.’ I breathed.

‘I want you too.’ She responded hungrily. ‘Now.’

We kissed again, more aggressively this time and as we kissed I squeezed her ass more tightly, lifting her dress up to her waist and fumbling for her thin cotton panties. I pulled her over to the bed and we collapsed in a heap, her dress rucked up around her waist and her firm, fit legs parted. I pulled off my shirt and knelt between her legs, hooking my fingers into her panties and pulling them off in one smooth motion. Her fine black pubic hair was neatly trimmed above lusciously protruding pussy lips. I could see a slight dew already forming as I immediately bent down to savour the sweet aroma of freshly showered and aroused cunt. Lucy gasped as my tongue probed her sweet lips, immediately releasing a warm wetness as they parted, revealing pinkness and a cutely erect little clitoris. I relished the fresh taste as I lapped and probed her with my tongue, using my fingers to pull her labia apart and penetrate her more deeply. She was moaning softly as I caressed her and soon began to thrust her hips in rhythm with my tongue. Lifting her hips slightly and placing my hands on her ass cheeks, I was able to reach her perineum, swirling my tongue around it and then softly licking all the way up to take her clit into my lips. By now, she was flooding with wetness, not exactly squirting, but drenched in sweet juices which I was enthusiastically lapping up as fast as possible.

‘Oh yes, don’t stop.’ she cried. ‘You’re making me cum so much.’

‘Yes?’ I said, teasing her. ‘You like that? You like my tongue on your clit like that.’

‘Oh yes. I love it. Don’t stop.’

I continued, running my tongue and lips around her clit, feeling its hardness on my lips, and feeling her respond with a series of shudders and squeals as mini-orgasms hit her.

‘I’m cumming. I’m cumming.’ she mumbled semi incoherently. Wanting more, I lifted her legs upwards and back, and raised her ass even more, so that in addition to her perineum, which was now slick with her juices, I was also able to reach her asshole and tongue her. I love rimming a clean tight asshole and Lucy’s tasted wonderful, sweet and musky at the same time. My thrusting immediately produced another flood of delicious love juice and a squirming reaction from Lucy.

By now, my cock was almost ready to burst and I needed to fuck her. I moved up and kissed her, thrusting her juices into her mouth and sharing her taste with her.

‘See how good you taste.’ I whispered. ‘I love the taste of your cum, but now I want to fuck you.’

‘Oh yes,’ she gasped. ‘Fuck me. I want your cock in me.’

I stood up to rip my shorts off and as I did so she quickly pulled her dress off over her head, so that she was now completely naked. Her small, but perfectly shaped tits were free, with their hard dark nipples standing proud. Neither of us had time for foreplay and I mounted her with ease, sliding my cock into her warm, sodden cunt in one smooth motion as I lay on her. She responded by wrapping her legs around me and pulling me deeper into her and we began to fuck.

‘Oh Lucy,’ I said, ‘you turn me on so much. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.’

‘Me too.’ she responded. ‘God, I love your cock. It’s so hard.’

I knew I wasn’t going to last too long during this first desperate fuck, and so I slowed down a little to enjoy the sensation of her sopping wet pussy.

‘I love your pussy.’ I moaned, ‘you’re so fucking wet, you’re going to make me cum soon.’

‘Oh yes, give me your cum.’ She responded. ‘I want to feel it on me. Cum on my tits for me. I love it.’

Raising myself up slightly, I grasped her asscheeks and watched my cock, slick with her juices, slide in and out of her throbbing cunt. I could feel that I was about to cum and didn’t hold back. As my orgasm approached I pulled out and kneeling in front of her, spurted a thick, heavy rope of white semen all over her beautiful tits. Lucy gasped as two or three jets in quick succession splattered her tits, covering her nipples in cum. I wasn’t done and quickly moved up to offer my cock to her lips, which she took greedily, sucking the sticky combination of my cum and her juice off me, while at the same time rubbing her hands over her tits to coat herself with cum.

‘Fuck, that was amazing,’ I reflected as we lay naked in the bed afterwards. ‘You’re incredibly sexy. I never imagined you were quite so slutty.’

She laughed. ‘Mmmm … maybe more slutty than you think. I loved it when you lick my pussy and ass. My husband never does that.’

‘Really. He doesn’t know what he’s missing. You taste incredible. I love it.’ I replied.

‘I like to watch porn when the girl is getting her ass licked like that.’

‘Mmmm, that’s nice. What other things do you like? I like to watch porn too.’

She giggled. ‘Well, I like to watch threesomes. Especially a girl with two guys.’

‘That’s hot.’ I agreed. ‘Have you ever done that?’

‘Maybe.’ She demurred. ‘Before I got married.’

‘Well, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you.’ I laughed. ‘You’re actually getting me quite turned on again.’

Indeed, it was true, my cock was already stirring again and I was ready to enjoy more of this gorgeous sexy married woman.

We kissed again and I felt Lucy’s small hand go down to grasp my swiftly hardening cock in a firm grip. In response, I gently slid a finger into her still wet and cum-soaked cunt.

‘I love to watch you cum.’ I said, as we masturbated each other. I was now fully aroused again. As she got more excited, her cum got thicker and creamier. Gently, I rolled her over so that her ass was raised high in the air and fully exposed. Still working her gently with one hand, I slid my tongue along her perineum and around her ass, rimming her and probing her sphincter with the tip of my tongue. She groaned and moved one hand down to touch her clit, allowing me to use both hands to spread her cheeks wide and penetrate her even deeper.

‘Oh you like that, don’t you?’ I whispered. ‘You like my tongue in your ass.’

‘Oh god, yes.’ She whimpered.

She was now frigging herself harder, her cunt making delicious squelching sounds as she creamed on herself. I moved myself slightly to lick her perineum, replacing my tongue in her ass with my finger, wondering if she was ready to take my cock in there, or whether that delight would be for another day. I could feel her own fingers pulsing through the walls of her pussy as I slid my finger in and out of her tight ass. She was moaning louder now.

‘Oh god, just fuck me, please fuck me.’ She gasped. I needed no more encouragement. Positioning myself behind her, I penetrated her in one smooth thrust. Less sensitive this time, I fucked her hard, enjoying the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her, coated in her white cream. Even better was the sensation of my finger in her ass, rubbing up against my cock.

‘Oh yes, harder.’ She yelled, while rubbing her clit. ‘Fuck me. Make me your slut.’

‘Yes, you like that?’ I responded. ‘You like my cock? You want my cum?’

‘I want it. Cum inside me.’ She cried.

Grasping both her hips, I continued thrusting, feeling my cum well up in my balls and then spewing out deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock slowly softening as we lay sweatily together, breathing hard.

‘I think I need another shower.’ She said, finally, with a laugh.

That was our first encounter. Over the next few months we had several more, and it was to be quite an eye-opening experience for me to find out that Lucy really had an incredible sexual appetite and imagination. Perhaps I will write more if people like this story.

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Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome specific and detailed comments to help improve future stories.

The Background:

Linda, a young widow in her thirties, lived in a northern Mumbai suburb with her 18-year old daughter, Maria. Linda had a master’s degree and taught English at an upscale school in a Mumbai suburb. She was about 5′ 4″ tall, medium complexioned, slim, naturally curly hair, and had medium-sized 34B boobs.

Linda was originally from Goa, had very attractive eyes, and reeked of sex with her curly, luxuriant hair, and ass-swaying, sexy walk. She was the type that would give a dead man a hard-on! She was well aware of her assets and enjoyed all the male (and sometimes female) attention that she was accustomed to receiving. She liked to flirt with men and reveled in the fact that they were getting aroused. This also helped her self-esteem, reassured her and made her feel more secure.

She was widowed while in her early thirties, and this left a big void in her life. This was especially true not only because she missed her husband’s income, but also because she was in the peak of her sexual life. She supplemented her income by privately tutoring students, and was able to make ends meet. As far as her sexual needs were concerned, she later confided in me and told me that she had a long and secret affair with one of her male colleagues in the school where she taught.

From her description, both her late husband and her secret lover were well-endowed and had eight-inch long, fat cocks. She found this very satisfying and told me that her husband, who was always horny, would sometimes have sex with her several times a night, even when she was quite tired. After a brief foreplay while she was still sleepy, he would insert his big cock into her pussy and start pumping. A few strokes later, Linda would be fully aroused and would actively and vigorously participate and meet his thrusts with energetic upward movements of her pelvis.

At home, a typical love-making session would last about 30 minutes, of which, about 20 minutes was good in and out strokes. Linda was well-satisfied after attaining multiple orgasms. They would rest briefly and the next session would begin. Linda told me that there were times when her husband would fuck her all night, and she would go to school in the morning tired, dreary, and sleepy-eyed. Her athletic husband participated in one of Mumbai’s professional sports teams. He had lots of stamina and was like a raging bull in bed with his beautiful, young, sexy Linda.

He was a good husband to her and a good father to their daughter. However, sometimes he partied at the local bar with the boys, and played cards with them all night. This left Linda a little insecure and for this reason she eyed other men. Psychologically, she wanted the things, including the attention of men, that were beyond the reach of her other female colleagues. This was her primary motivation in seeking a secret lover. Her colleagues eyed and teased one particular good looking married male teacher, and Linda made it her goal to get him. She loved trophies; so she initiated the clandestine affair and got him in her snatch (pun intended).

Every Friday evening, when her lover’s wife Preetika went with the kids to visit her folks in Chembur, Linda would go to his home for psychological reassurance, and sexual satisfaction. He would join his family in Chembur on Saturday, and they would all come back on Sunday evenings. This gave Linda and her lover plenty of time for their secret amorous activities. Linda would tell her daughter that gaziantep escort she was going over to a student’s home for tutoring, and Maria, being quite innocent about sexual matters, would not know what actually transpired. Linda would come home late on Friday evening with a satisfied and content look on her face; and she was very docile.

Linda enjoyed her lover’s big cock, the attention he gave her, and all the different positions in which he fucked her. Linda told me that her Friday session started around 7:00 P.M. and lasted until 9:30 P.M., of which, at least 60 minutes was vigorous in-and-out thrusting action in several positions. In between the actual stroking, they were engaged in conversation, foreplay, or wiping the cum off from each other’s bodies and sexual organs. She got a thrill when he would pick her up in the air and fuck her standing up. After her husband’s death, this became an even greater need, and she continued this clandestine practice.

They did not use condoms and Linda would have about six orgasms while her lover ejaculated two or three times, usually inside her pussy. This was not a problem since he had a vasectomy performed. Linda enjoyed cock sucking, too, and occasionally, she would get so turned on, that she would suck to completion and swallow his cum. Frequently, she orgasmed during the swallowing. Of the various positions, Linda’s two favorites were doggy and cowgirl. The doggy position usually gave her an intense and prolonged G-spot orgasm. She usually kept this for last, as she was quite exhausted after this type of intense orgasm.

Her young 18-year-old daughter, Maria, was extremely slim; much slimmer than Linda, and had the lean look of a Mumbai fashion model. She was a first-year student at the local college, and occasionally did some modeling work for clothes as well as intimate apparel. Maria, too, had her mother’s luxurious curly hair and took very good care of herself. She watched her diet and regularly brushed her hair, massaging her scalp every week with cocoanut oil, and then shampooing it.

Maria was light-skinned, unlike her mother. Maria had the most perfect, firm, medium-sized 34B boobs. Her slim body, good hips, luxuriously curly hair, and her perky boobs made her look extremely sexy. She led a protected life and did not have any kind of sexual experience. In fact, Maria knew almost nothing about sex, did not have any serious boyfriends, and did not go out on dates.

I did not think that it was possible, but later came to know that Maria did not even know how to masturbate. She believed what she was taught in school; that touching one’s own sexual organs was unhealthy. She overheard some of the other girls in school giggle and talk of such things, but dismissed such thoughts as bad things. All she knew was that boys put their ‘thing’ inside girls’ vaginas and did something with it, and later some girls got pregnant. Her mother had told her to avoid these activities.

As a result, she went to the extreme and stayed away from all boys and sexual situations. She did participate in outings, picnics, and dances. She suppressed her normal sexual urges and had not even seen pictures of naked people, sex organs, or sexual situations. That was the extent of her sex life and her sexual knowledge.

In all other aspects, Linda and Maria had a frank and open mother-daughter relationship.

The Story:

I met Linda at a party in Juhu, a Mumbai suburb, on a Saturday evening. My friends had organized a drinks and dinner party and Linda was one of the guests. She was dressed to kill in a blue saree tightly wrapped, and a tight skimpy blue blouse, with lots of midriff showing. She wore a single-strand, pearl necklace with matching earrings. On the evenings when she went to parties, she left Maria at home, or took her to her relatives’ home at Mahim. This provided Linda many opportunities to relax, drink, dance, and flirt with the men. Linda was on the prowl, and occasionally, when she met someone exciting and promising, she would invite him to her apartment, and they would engage in hot, steamy sex. Even though she was in her thirties, she preferred younger males in their early twenties, as they had adequate sexual experience, lots of stamina, and did not tire easily.

At the party, I was immediately attracted to Linda because of her sensual look and flirtatious, large, sexy eyes. After some small talk, jokes and some drinks, I danced with Linda to the soft music in the designated room, where the lights were dimmed for intimate dancing. There were six guys and four women at the party, all single, and the women got plenty of attention. Linda danced well and I held her tight, gently swaying to the soft instrumental music.

The drinks certainly had a pleasing effect; so did Linda’s firm body and her alluring perfume. I felt aroused and my cock stirred. Linda was well experienced with men and it didn’t take her long to feel the bulge in my pants. She looked downwards at the dance floor, blushed, and was pleased at the effect she had on me. Occasionally, while dancing, she purposely stuck her thigh between my legs and smiled, reassuring herself that my cock was still erect. She enjoyed doing this, and it helped her to later pick the guy that she wanted to continue the evening with at her apartment.

This evening, I was the lucky one. After we had our fill of dinner and dancing, Linda excused herself and requested me to escort her to her apartment. It was 11:30 P.M. and she did not want to go home alone. I seized the opportunity, hailed a taxi, and gave the taxi driver directions to Linda’s home. While inside the taxi, Linda sat to my right, placed her left hand on my thigh, and rested her head against my shoulder. Her mischievous smile spoke volumes; as if to say, ‘I know your cock is hard’. I placed my right hand around her and lowered it such that my fingers were at the base of her right breast. The occasional jolt of the taxi sent my hand upwards, gently feeling the firmness of her breast. Linda smiled and placed her left hand on the bulge in my pants, gave my erect cock a slight squeeze and asked, “Want me to help you?”

I smiled. At that point, I knew that I was in for a very enjoyable and memorable night.

We reached our destination and went directly to Linda’s apartment. She had a two-bedroom apartment, on the third floor of an eight story building, in one of the fashionable areas of Mumbai. We went in, she closed and bolted the door, and instinctively, we hugged and kissed each other passionately. Our kissing went on for a few minutes with momentary breaks for air, and we were back at it again, like a couple of school kids that had just discovered kissing.

I picked her up, took her to her bedroom, and unraveled her blue saree while she, in turn, struggled with my belt and zipper. I got her saree off, then took off her underskirt; she looked divine in her blue tight fitting blouse and black, bikini, lace panties.

I quickly got out of my pants and shirt and was left in my underwear. Next, I undid the hooks and got her blouse off. She looked glorious in her black lace bra and matching black lace panties! I hugged her, and in the process, unhooked her bra from her back, and let her firm breasts free. Her nipples were erect and looked inviting. I reached over, placed her left nipple in my mouth, licked it, and gently sucked it for a while.

Linda moaned, “Uuuuuummmmmm that feels so good, Mohan!”

I placed her on the bed, and ran my fingers all over her, caressing her body, hesitating a little at the tops of her thighs and her panties-covered mound. She squirmed and moved a little; and then I inserted my fingers inside the elastic band of her panties. Wow! Her pussy was wet! It took just about 30 seconds of kissing or foreplay to get her pussy wet! Or it was probably wet during the dancing, and just stayed wet all evening anticipating hot, steamy sex. I caressed her thick curly bush and stroked the insides of her pussy lips. Her moans got louder.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh…! Aaaaaahhhhhh…!” and she placed her hand inside my briefs and on my erect cock. Quickly, she pulled off my underwear and undershirt.

I decided to explore other territories and proceeded to kiss her legs from her knees upwards to her flat stomach, her navel and then her breasts. Then I repeated the process in reverse. She was squirming, wriggling all the time, and moaning loudly, all the while massaging the head of my erect penis especially the tip, with her forefinger.

She looked at me, and smiled as she said, “I love to do this.” The tips of her fingers traversed back and forth over the opening at the end of my penis.

This went on for a few minutes and I sensed that Linda was ready for something more exciting. I moved from her glorious boobs and went to her black panties that now had a large wet spot in front, and peeled them away. Just as expected, Linda’s mound and bush looked spectacular and matched her bushy hair. I kissed the top of her mound. This Goa beauty had a very luxurious and abundant bush, and I admired it and ran my fingers through the thick curls. Her bush covered up her entire pussy and not even the lips were visible through the thick silky jungle.

“Wow! Honey, you have the most beautiful and luxurious bush in Mumbai! With a bush like this, why do you need panties?”

“Men like my thick bush. The panties are to keep them guessing; I’m glad you like it too. Go ahead, kiss it, darling; lick it; make me cum; I’ve been hot and horny all evening.”

Linda could wait no longer, placed her hands on my head, and guided my head straight to her pussy. The drinks, the men, the women, and the close dancing had made her very horny, and she was longing for a quick release.

I separated her thighs in order to gain better access, and kissed her outer labia lingering for a few seconds. Her thick, bushy, curly pussy hair got in the way, and I separated it combing it with my fingers, to get at the nectar hidden in between her precious inner lips. I rolled my tongue into a U-shape and licked up and down her inner lips and vaginal entrance. She was dripping wet, and moaned as a sucked her juices and swallowed.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…! Uuuuuummmmmhhhh…! Lick me, darling! Lick me harder!”

I paused for a moment, opened her inner lips with my fingers, and savored her wet, open, pink pussy for a couple of seconds. Then I stuck my tongue back in again, right between the flesh of her pussy lips, stroking them and purposely avoiding her sensitive clitoris. Linda was moaning and bucking like a wild horse. I inserted my middle finger inside her vagina, and moved it rapidly in and out, as I continued to lick her. She grabbed my head and fucked my face furiously. I saw her body shudder and felt her pussy muscles tighten. I licked her inner labia and vaginal entrance faster and faster.

She screamed, “Oh my, darling! Lick faster! Fasterrrrr…! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!” and she squeezed her pussy muscles, had a good orgasm, and squirted her love juices right into my mouth.

I hesitated a little, slowed down a little and just placed my entire tongue, flat on her pussy. Within a minute, Linda started to push her pussy upwards against my tongue. I moved my tongue further upwards, and with longer strokes, started to just brush past her swollen and sensitive clitoris. This stimulation was beyond what she could tolerate.

Linda screamed, “Oh my God! This is terrific! Lovely! Keep going, darling!”

I moved my hands under her firm hard butt and squeezed hard while licking her entire pussy with a good fast rhythm. Three minutes later, I felt all the familiar signs. Her moans turned to screams, she brought her thighs together and she trapped my head firmly between her thighs, right on her pussy. I thought I went deaf!

My tongue worked furiously on her inner lips. Again I felt her pussy muscles tighten and spasm, as Linda reached the limit of her endurance with my rapid licking and her intense pleasure. I concentrated on her swollen, erect clit that was protruding from under her hood, and gave some hard and fast licks all around it.

She screamed, “Oh my God! I’m cumming! I’m cuuummmmiiiinnngggg…!” and she grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my face with her pussy with several violent strokes. I sucked harder and swallowed all her pussy juices. Linda was very much satisfied by my swallowing and felt great.

“Mohan, that was great; I’m sure glad I picked you tonight. I will suck your lovely cock; I’m very good at it. But first, fuck me good and hard. Pleeeeezzz.. darling.”

She then moved one hand to my erect cock, dripping with pre-cum, smiled, and gave it some hard and fast strokes. I quickly removed her hand from my cock, because I was in a very excited state, and did not want to waste my cum on a hand job. Her pussy felt tight when I fingered her, and now I was dying to find out how tight her pussy would feel around my hard cock.

She saw a look of concern on my face, read my mind and said, “Don’t worry, this is my safe period; I don’t use condoms; I like the feel of hot cum spurting inside me.”

Linda was still on her back, opened her legs and bent her knees. I mounted her and without any help from either one of us, my erect and stiff cock found the entrance to her vagina. I pushed, my mushroom cock head barely entered, and encountered quite a bit of resistance. As expected, she had a tight pussy, even after bearing one child. Her pussy muscles were well toned. I tried again and felt the same resistance. I didn’t want to hurt her by forcing my hard cock in her too fast. Then I realized that she was just playing with me, and hindering my efforts by squeezing her pussy muscles, and giggling at my awkward attempts to penetrate her.

She smiled at my clumsiness, relaxed her pussy muscles, and the entry into her pussy was a little easier. With one hard push, I entered her tight pussy half way and started stroking with short movements to prevent my cock from slipping out. Every woman’s pussy feels different and the exquisite feeling of my cock entering a woman’s pussy for the first time, is incredible; and Linda’s pussy was no exception!

I placed both my hands under her firm butt, pulled it upward, pushing hard. My cock went in fully and our pubic hair intermingled. I gave her full and long strokes. She cried out at each instroke, and tightened her pussy muscles during each outstroke.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!” she cried at each instroke. Linda looked at me and smiled as she thrust her butt upwards to meet and match my instrokes. She was an expert at this, and was very good at milking my cock!

We fucked for about ten minutes, and Linda had two mild orgasms during this time and dug her sharp fingernails into my back, and hugged during each orgasm. She applied the right amount of pressure with her sharp finger nails raking my back, and the resulting pain all over my back felt good, contrasted by the intense pleasure experienced by my stiff cock pounding away at her tight cunt.

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I went to a fancy-dress party with my sister on New Year’s Eve, 2 months after my 18th birthday. She was back from her first term at University and they were all her friends, lots of people I didn’t know well. Everybody was dressed up in outlandish costumes. The gladiator I had dressed as was revealing more skin than I was comfortable with! The tunic was way too small for me, not surprising, since I had had it since I was nine. My boxer shorts hung out below the hem when I first put it on, which looked ridiculous.

The party was busy, hectic and rowdy and full of people I didn’t really know. I was struggling to fit in and was feeling foolish in my tiny tunic with my plastic armbands. My sister dragged me around saying Hi to a bunch of people who were delighted to see her and not at all interested in me. I found a bottle of vodka in the kitchen and hit it with two big gulps before making myself a strong mixed drink. It hit me within a few minutes and dulled my anxiety and self-consciousness a bit. When we met the hostess, the mother of one of my sister’s friends, she eyed me up and down and slurred “You look more like a roman slave than a gladiator, cute though, very cute!” Apparently, she was really into the whole costume thing and had been adjusting peoples costumes all night. When she suggested some changes to mine, I was relieved.

She took my hand and led me into the hallway to a table covered in a variety of costumes, she turned and took a long thorough look at me and said: “Yummy! If only I was 20 years younger!” Then she put her cocktail glass down and rummaged through the pile. She came up with leather manacles for my ankles and wrists and a collar. Losing the stupid plastic sword and armor was a relief.

She tugged at my boxer shorts: “Slave, these have to go!”

I complained and argued that the tunic was way too short, but she continued to tug, and they were soon below my knees. I tried to pull them back up but began to lose my balance and the battle. I was scared, my bare buttocks were now completely exposed to anyone who walked around the corner. The fight went out of me and I let her win. But with little more than a thin piece of fabric covering from my waist to the tops of my thighs, I felt more exposed than ever.

“There, that’s much more authentic!” She said, grinning with mischief

“Please, I can’t walk around like this all night!” I complained.

She stepped back and looked at the tiny skirt-like sarong around my waist. “Yummy!” She said again with a laugh. “You’re right, of course. Wrong crowd for this sort of costume!” She bent down and put her hands up under her own skirt and pulled down her panties, stepped out of them and handed them to me. “There you go!”

I stood looking at her, dumbfounded. They were tiny, warm and a hint of her scent drifted up from them. It was the most startling and arousing moment of my life.

“Well, put them on before someone comes out here and asks what you’re doing with my panties in your hand!”

Dumbly I did as she commanded. They were pink, silky with lace edging, tiny in my hand they were almost nonexistent when I put them on. They didn’t cover more than a third of my buttocks and in the front my cock and balls were very tightly confined, I felt my cock hardening a little both at the confinement and the feeling of the silky covering that was still warm with her body heat. It was embarrassing to be so aroused but at least I was no longer dangling low and uncovered.

Mrs. Dawson stepped back again and looked me over. Then stepped forward and tugged a little at the costume. Settling it down lower, her hand stroked first my buttocks and then my cock. “Somebody isn’t objecting!” She grinned at me knowingly and turned and walked back into the living room.

She offered me a drink and I jumped at the chance to take the edge off my self-consciousness.

Mrs. Dawson seemed delighted with her changes to my costume and was very attentive as she again adjusted what little I was wearing. I put it down to the drink, but it was cool getting all this attention from the only true adult in the house. We chatted and when she was done with me, she patted me on the butt and sent me off into the party.

It was hard to mingle, I’m not very outgoing, and my eyes kept drifting back to Mrs. Dawson who was dressed as a show girl in a black and red corset and matching skirt, long at the back but very short at the front, revealing stocking tops and a garter on her thigh, she wore a feather head-dress that stood a foot above her head and subconsciously I could see it above the crowd all the time. I kept looking her way, she was an attractive woman and fully enjoying herself, I was fascinated and couldn’t stop gazing at her. She caught me a couple of times and grinned. The third time she crooked her finger and beckoned me over. Sheepishly I went to her.

“You look a little under occupied for a slave! Do you mind helping me by making sure everyone’s drinks are topped up?”

Mind? I was delighted. Now I had a task, the time passed gaziantep escort much more quickly. There were plenty of drinks to serve and lots of cleanup. Mrs. Dawson was very cheerful and chatty, and she kept me busy and playfully slapped my butt a couple of times as I passed her. She also playfully told me to stop calling her Mrs. Dawson and that a good slave would call his mistress “m’lady” or “mistress”.

After a while the crowd started to thin out and before we knew it, the last 8 or ten were leaving, including my sister and Mrs. Dawson’s daughter Emily. They tried to persuade me to go with them but the idea of crossing town in the cold winter night to another party where I knew nobody, dressed as I was, held little attraction. I was in the middle of begging off when Mrs. Dawson came out of the living room.

“Leaving me with all this mess, Emily?” She said, tongue in cheek. “Surely you don’t expect me to clean up on my own!” She was playing up the sympathy with great show.

“I have to go now, or I’ll miss my ride!” Emily pleaded. “Leave it and I’ll help you clean up in the morning.”

“I’ve heard that one before! What about you, slave, are you leaving too?”

“Uh, I …”

“Twenty quid if you stay and help me clean up!” She cut in, seeing my hesitation.

“That would be great if you would.” Chimed in Emily “You didn’t really want to come with us anyway!”

“Twenty quid!” Said Mrs. Dawson, grinning at me wickedly.

And so the deal was done. The party animals left, still in all their funky costumes, out into the cold wet night. Mrs. Dawson stood there with her ear to the slightly ajar door listening to their conversation as they gathered themselves up to leave. She looked at me and smiled, putting her finger to her lips. Her eyes were still on me as their voices began to fade into the distance. She ran her hand playfully and seductively down her side, to her stocking top, fingers tracing the lace. My eyes flittered from her fingers to her gaze locked on me. She bit suggestively on her lip and her fingers slid up to the very short hem at the front of her skirt and lifted it to expose little red lace panties beneath. She was an incredibly erotic sight, large breasts held tightly inside the corset top, narrow waist, sexy tanned thighs clad in black lace stockings all the way to her stiletto heeled boots. I felt myself harden inside the thin fabric of my sister’s Calvin Klein’s. I was surprised she had panties on but she had had plenty of opportunities during the evening to slip upstairs and replace those she had given me.

She pushed back on the door and the latch locked closed. “Wanna play?” She said, leaving no doubt in my mind what she was suggesting.

The “Yeah!” I tried to respond with caught in my throat and came out more of a whimper.

“Come here, yummy little slave boy!” she said, crooking her finger at me with one hand, still holding up the skirt with the other. “Why don’t you help me out of these panties, I think they’re just going to get in the way!”

Nervously, my heart racing, I moved forward as if in a dream and I knelt to the task, slipping my fingers gingerly into the elastic on both hips and slipping them down over her sexy smooth hips and warm tanned thighs. The fragrance of her wafted forward as I drew them down, the sexy perfume she wore overtaken by the warm scent of her arousal. Her pussy was completely hairless, three tiny little heart tattoos where the hairs had once been. I was completely mesmerized in the moment, drinking in every sensation as I continued to ease her panties down her gorgeous stockinged legs. She lifted one foot then the other so that I could finish the job, helping the elasticated lace over the bejeweled stiletto ankle boots.

Her hand came down and I felt her take hold of the collar at my neck. I looked up at her.

“Ever kissed a pussy, slave boy? Ever licked one, eaten it out?” Her voice was a smooth purr.

“No, Mrs…” I murmured, cut off.

“Call me “M’lady”! I like the sound of it better!”

“No M’lady.” I said cautiously.

“Oh my!” She purred, grinning mischievously. “I get to train you, how perfect!”

Embarrassed, I looked down.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie. Kiss it! I’ll make you into the perfect pussy eater, all it takes is practice and a desire to please.”

I leaned forward as her hand went to the back of my head.

“Mmmmmm, and you do have a desire to please!” She murmured as my lips touched her skin.

I kissed the hearts above her pussy, little kisses down onto the swollen puffy lips. A groan escaped her mouth and I looked up at her.

“That’s it sweetie, keep your eyes on mine as you eat me! Mmmm, perfect!”

I continued the kisses, my hands holding her thighs as my lips caressed the soft skin of her warm fragrant pussy lips.

“Ohhhhh, so good!” She moaned above me “Exquisite!” stroking her hand in my hair. “Now your tongue. Lick that wet little slit”.

Keeping my lips on hers, I slipped the tip of my tongue to sweep up the slit between those delicious puffy lips.

“That’s right, Oh, yes that’s it. Just like that!”

I repeated the stroke, watching the look of pleasure misting her eyes, totally enthralled, captivated. Then again, and again. Long gentle strokes as her hips rolled a little in my hands. Her sex was oozing moisture, my tongue lapped it up, tasting her and loving it.

“Deeper.” She murmured.

I pushed deeper, my tongue parting the puffy lips and delving into the paradise beyond. The slick warm folds parting beneath them, allowing me their taste and fragrance. I lapped deeper, my tongue stroking the inside of her lips, the slick wet flesh ripe with dewy lust. The heady fragrance filling my lungs, the thick taste of her thrilling my taste buds, the slack jawed wantonness of her face exciting my eyes. Slowly I lapped between her lips, long strokes of my thick tongue, slow and insistent.

“Ohhh, yes, Just like that! Just like that!” She moaned, her head rolling back against the door as she reveled in the sensations I was giving her.

Eager to please, and lost in the moment, in the look of pure sensual bliss on her face, I continued to lap my tongue through her folds, probing deeper as the pressure on the back of my head increased, moving up and down as she guided me. My tongue now digging deep into her hot wet pussy, slipping further and further into the succulent depths of her. Her moans were a continuous music to my ears as I caressed her depths with my tongue. My hands slipped around to the full warm globes of her ass, pulling her onto my face as I strove to lick deeper and deeper. Her hips rocked against me, rolling in a delicious gyration. Her eyes closed in bliss and I could tell the feelings were building in her, her face and body so expressive, I could almost feel what she was feeling. Her hands urged me higher, my tongue slipping up the length of the wanton wet folds of her pussy until it rolled over the tight knot of her clit.

“Oh, Fuck, Yeah.” Her moans turned to a groan of lust as the tight bud responded to my tongue. “Right there, baby, right there. Lick my little clit!”

I lapped at the hard little bud over and over, my eyes locked on her face as desire and lust overwhelmed her and the blissful pleasure turned to torturous lust and anguish. Her hands now both on the back of my head crushing me against her groin. I lapped furiously at her hot hard clit, loving the feel of the swollen hardness under soft slick skin, running my tongue over it and around it again and again and again. I watched her face fascinated by the torment my tongue caused, watched as she seemed to climb higher and higher on this wave of pleasure. Groans and gasps pouring out of her lips, her eyes now locked on mine in pleading desperation as I lapped at the center of her in a craze of desire to make her cum.

“Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah!” She panted in a crescendo of desire and need.

And then it hit, as though she could not resist any longer, her orgasm blew through her. She cried out a shriek of pent up torment. “Yessssssssssssssss! YESSSSSSSSSSS!” Her hands grasping me to her greedy pussy, her hips pushed hard into me. My tongue’s little tip lashing the rock-hard center of her pleasure over and over as her head rolled against the door, her eyes closed by the enormous sensations coursing through her. I rode with her through the waves of her orgasm, my tongue keeping time with the crashing, thundering waves.

Slowly the thrills ebbed and her grip on me slackened, her hips slumped back against the door. I eased my tongue away from her now sensitive clit and kissed my way back up to the little heart tattoos.

“Oh! Sweet boy! You are a delight!” She looked down at me with bright elated eyes. She tugged me up by the collar until my face was at hers and her mouth met mine, her tongue driving between my lips as soon as they touched hers. The thrill of such a passionate kiss was immense, my whole body reacting to the driving force of her tongue swirling around mine.

Still holding my collar, she pulled me back. “Mmmm, you taste like me! I like that!” She bit my lip between her teeth and then fucked me with her tongue again. I could feel her reaching for the coat rack beside me and then felt her fiddling with my collar, but my mind was almost completely focused on the wild feelings of her tongue and lips. One of her hands dropped and snaked its way between us, stroking then gripping the rock-hard outline of my cock in the tiny Calvin’s.

“Mmmm, that’s the right response to eating pussy!” She whispered, pushing me away from her and stepping away from the door. “Now lets go and find somewhere more comfortable for lesson two!”

She walked away from me and I was tugged along behind her, she had clipped her dog’s leash to my collar. As if I would have resisted! But the symbolism was not lost on me – there was only one in charge here.

“Did you like eating my pussy, slave?” She asked, turning to me as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes, M’lady” I croaked, now thoroughly enjoying my slave role, my voice thick with wonder.

She grinned back at me “You did well, very well.” She stopped and pulled me close again, one hand on the leash, the other reaching down and stroking the length of my cock. “You have a nice thick cock.” She purred against my lips. “Have you ever fucked a pussy?”

“Yes, M’lady” I answered, a little eager to show my experience despite its limitations.

She nipped at my lips with her teeth, licked at them with her tongue, then pulled back. “How many?”

“One”

She continued to stroke the length of my cock grinning at me “Mmmmm, you will forget that pussy after tonight. I’m going to make sure of that!” She turned and led me up the stairs. My eyes fixed on her firm rounded buttocks and thighs, my cock achingly hard.

She took me into her bedroom and pushed me onto her bed on my back. She crawled up stroking my legs, until her face was at my crotch. She grinned as she uncovered what I wore beneath the thin fabric of my tunic. “Very kinky!” She giggled “But a little restrictive for one so aroused!” She stroked the length of my cock and eased the waistband down, releasing it. Immediately she ducked her head and took the entire head between her lips.

The sensation was enormous. I groaned in pleasure as her hot wet lips closed around me. Her tongue lashed the head of my cock as her head bobbed taking another couple of inches of me into her eager mouth. She suckled hard on me, the punishing speed and power of her onslaught overwhelming me completely. Within seconds I was close to cumming, I could feel myself building to a sudden speedy orgasm, there was no holding back, no way I could stop the rapidly boiling heat in my groin. I groaned as I lost myself.

But, suddenly, as quickly as she started, her mouth was off me. I gasped with the suddenness of it all, her instant withdrawal a crashing disappointment, I was panting with need, left hanging on the edge of my orgasm. Grinning wickedly, she ran her tongue over the glistening head of my cock as she looked at me.

“How long can you last, sweetie?”

“Not long, M’…” She took the words out of me as she swallowed me whole again. Five, ten fifteen more bobbing suckling strokes and she was off me again. Her lecherous look at me speaking volumes.

“Good!” She purred, stroking my now wet shaft with one firm hand “Once we’re done with that we can settle in for a nice long fuck!”

Again, she dived down onto my cock. Feasting on it in a frenzy of motion, all lips and tongue and mouth, sucking and stroking and lashing. I had the sheets balled in knots in my fists as my mind blew circuits trying to cope with all the sensation. I could feel the orgasm building, the inevitability of it beginning to course through me, relaxing me into a delirium of pleasure.

Suddenly she was off me again. My eyes flew open in a panic of unsated desire.

“A good slave always asks permission before he cums!” She grinned mischievously, her hands now off me too, my cock twitching furiously between us.

“Please… M’lady… Please make me cum.” I stammered, gasping and panting.

She ran a finger teasingly up the length of the sensitive underside. “Of course, I could keep you like this for a while! Close but not quite there! Would you like that Slave? A true slave only cums when his mistress allows it!”

“Please, M’lady, please can I cum?” I gasped, in awe of the power she held over me.

“Mmmm” she purred approvingly. “But only because I want the next course so much!”

Looking up at me, I felt her slip a hand down below my balls, fingers slipping under the elastic of the panties and slipping into the crease between my buttocks, sliding with ease in the sweaty confines. I felt the tip of a finger stroke across my hole and twitched. She smiled and circled the finger on that spot, applying pressure until it slipped inside. Nerve endings that I didn’t know existed screamed out a chorus of intense joy as her long, slim, elegant finger probed deeper. Without thinking, I lifted my hips a little to allow her access and was met with a smile of satisfaction from her.

She fucked me slowly with her finger, burying in deep then twisting and rolling before easing back out, it was slow and delicious, she was stroking something inside me that was telegraphing the need to cum through my entire being. Slowly she added a second finger and I groaned with the intense pleasure of it. She watched me as I writhed in wide eyed surprise at the intense pleasure emanating from inside my ass. Her mouth sank onto me with careful teasing slowness this time sucking gently, teasing my orgasm out of me. But I was too close, nothing could hold me back once the warmth of her mouth enveloped me. I felt the cum scorch through me as rope after rope of thick cum shot into her mouth, searing its way up my cock, my hips bucking in wild abandon, my mind lost in a fire of ecstasy as I thrashed below her. Her fingers milking every drop out of me with smooth gentle strokes. Her mouth stayed on me sucking and pleasuring me until the last of me poured out. Her eyes watching me like a feral cat.

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Mr. Big is particular when it comes to his secretaries. Long dark hair, big breasts, and dressed in shorts skirts and tight low cut blouses. He has always had a fantasy about his secretary, Betsie. She was tall, lean, and busty. She always dressed to kill.

Betsie has a secret, she is fascinated by her boss Mr. Big. She has day dreamed about being with Mr. Big several times. Mr. Big seemed to really enjoy the way she dresses. He was caught several times peering down her blouse.

“Betsie, I need a letter typed up. Can you come in here so I can tell you what it needs to say?” Mr. Big asked her.

“Yes, Mr. Big.” Betsie responded. She entered his office and walked over to his desk with her notepad. He has dropped a pen under his desk for Betsie to pick up. She bends over and slightly under the desk to pick up the pen and reveals her ass and pink lips.

Mr. Big reaches out and grabs her ass and almost lifts her off the ground. “Oh, Mr. Big!” Betsie exclaimed trying to steady herself. Mr. Big stands up and his pants are unzipped and his cock is already out. Betsie gets on her knees and puts her hands around his hard shaft. She gaziantep escort gently bit the tip and slowly moved her mouth and tongue up and down his cock. “Oh yes!” Mr Big exclaimed while gripping the edge of his desk.

Mr. Big has Betsie sit on the edge of his desk with her legs spread wide. He sets her legs on his shoulders and starts kissing the inside of both legs all the way down her thighs to her now wet sweet spot. “Oh, Mr. Big, please fuck me!” Betsie exclaims.

After bringing Betsie to a climax they move to the sofa. Mr. Big bends her over the couch with her ass in the air, legs spread slightly apart. Mr. Big enters her slowly and gradually increases his thrusts. The only sounds in the office are soft moans and slapping skin.

Mr. Big lays down on the couch and has Betsie straddle him. She starts rocking back and forth very slowly. Betsie picks up speed while Mr. Big plays with her breasts. He pinches, licks and sucks on her hard nipples.

Mr. Big has Betsie lean over his desk. Her heart shaped ass up and her dripping wet pussy in view. Mr. Big enters anally. He starts off slow and gradually picks up speed.”Where do you want my cum?” Mr. Big asks her.

“I want to suck you dry, Mr. Big.” Betsie replied. Mr. Big pulled out and had Betsie get back on her knees. Betsie hungrily takes his cock into her mouth and sucks it up and down. She is rubbing her swollen clit while sucking Mr. Big. “Oh yes, here it comes!” Mr. Big exclaims as he cums in Betsie’s mouth. She clamped down and swallowed every last drop Mr. Big shot into her mouth.

After getting cleaned up and fixed up Betsie returns to her desk and Mr. Big goes to lunch. After an hour Mr. Big come back from lunch and goes into his office for a couple of internet meetings with clients in Japan.

“Betsie, I need appointments put into the system. Please come get my notes.” Mr. Big paged her.

“Yes, Mr. Big. Right away.” Betsie responded getting up from her desk.

Mr. Big was sitting on the couch with his pants down. He was slowly jacking off. “Betsie, come here and get on your knees.” Mr. Big instructed her.

Betsie did as she was told. Mr. Big guided her head down over his cock and slowly moved her head up and down. He grabbed her hair and started ramming her head all the way down till she was balls deep. Betsie starts gagging but keeps going. Mr. Big won’t let up. Finally feeling his climax he slams Betsie’s head over him and cums down her throat.

Releasing his grip on her head, Betsie sits up and her mouth is dripping with Mr. Big’s cum. Applause is heard from the TV above the fireplace behind her. Mr. Big immediately turned the screen on to find a room of Japanese had gotten a show. He had forgot to turn off the camera after his meeting. Mr. Big began apologizing to the Japanese. He spoke for several minutes.

Betsie had gotten up and went to his bathroom to get cleaned up. She was breathing heavily and her hair was a mess. When she came out of the bathroom Mr. Big was bowing and saying goodbye. This time he shut off everything.

“That could have went very differently.” Mr. Big said with a chuckle. Betsie didn’t look amused.

“It was quite embarrassing to be applauded.” Betsie replied. Mr. Big walked over to her and hugged her. He kissed her forehead. “They enjoyed the show. They said they needed the entertainment. I think from now on we will keep this out of the office.” Mr. Big explained. Betsie smiled knowing this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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All characters are well above the age of consent.

When I say football, I mean what the Americans call “Soccer”.

***

We barely stumbled into his flat. I clung onto his arm like my life depended on it, shaking with lust while he fumbled with his keys. I had been here but a million times and this time, I thought, this visit tonight would make all the difference.

No sooner had he managed to unlock the door, he pulled me inside, kicked the door shut and shoved me up against it. Our mouths crashed together while he hurriedly turned the key in the lock and dropped the bunch unceremoniously on the floor. Placing his large, warm hands on my arse—my skirt that had already ridden up from all the movement—he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him once again, pressing my core to his. His hips bucked against mine and he groaned into the feverish kiss. I felt heady at his response—the feel of his solidly erect cock against my aching wetness—

God, I wanted him.

My hands found purchase in his hair, a dark copper in the dimly lit sitting area. I threaded my fingers through them and he moved his pelvis roughly against my exposed flesh. He set his hands on the door, on either side of my head for support and broke away momentarily, searching my face, as if wanting confirmation. We waited like that, catching our breaths and breathing in the same humid air of mutual desire, then I cupped his face, brushed my nose past his and kissed him as deep as I could. “Please,” I rasped against his wet mouth.

He moaned in response, latching onto my throat sharply. The sound rising from deep within me was muffled by burying my face in his hair, my lips on his forehead and the strong, familiar scent of shampoo.

I realized then that Simon had always smelt rather good, very clean and distinctive. Not in an extravagant fashion but the way a shower and soap smelt distinct, and toothpaste on a sunny morning that reminded you of hot coffee and sunny side-ups, plus that specifically zesty shampoo he seemed to use.

“I have never wanted anyone as much I want you right now” he said suddenly, wrenching me from my thoughts. His voice was deliciously low but had an edgeto it that betrayed a depth of something more. He held me in place with his body pressed against mine and reached underneath me for his belt. I heard the telltale zip of his jeans and felt my eyelids droop.

“Simon,” I warned, pulling my top off, “you should know I don’t really do rela—” and he shut me up by abruptly slipping into me with a single powerful thrust “—Oh, fuck”

“You were saying?” He answered back cheekily, his breath hot against my lips.

“You should—”I start again, really determined to clarify myself, but he shut me up again, with a searing kiss and a strong thrust, “We’ve known each other seven years now. I need this…” he said into my ratty t-shirt, his hands underneath it and on my goosefleshed breasts.

“Oh” I gasp. Incoherent. Drowning in the sensation of his surprisingly thick cock angled tightly inside me.

When he pulls away again, trailing a wet path with his tongue across my lower lip and down my throat, he has me in his arms with his cock sliding tighter into me because of my added weight and he’s carrying me like that, into his very familiar bedroom.

He then lays me down on my back, pulling my pathetic excuse of a skirt down my legs and dropping it on the floor. I sit up and crawl on my knees to the edge of his bed, patting his hands away and undoing his jeans and pull them down to his knees. His cock is thicker than what I can wrap gaziantep escort my hand around and flushed red, curving a little to right, I smell myself on his glistening tip.

When I look him in his eyes with all the heat I can muster, I watch him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the long column of his throat. I suddenly want to leave a mark on it, such beautiful skin, I think, so evenly pale and dotted like stars in the sky.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, taking hold of my wrists. The sincerity is his voice catches me off guard and I can only blink stupidly up at him, “You keep asking me that…is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I ask in a while.

He flashes me a grin and licks his lips, then leans down and kisses me, his lips sucking in my lower lip in between his teeth and his tongue edging towards mine. “Me. First.” he says in my ear pushing me back into bed, running his tongue along its line and nipping the earlobe.

He steps out of his clothes, his cock bobbing in between his legs, he catches me staring at him and smirks again. He’s all lean muscles and I think his clothes did him much discredit.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re ripped” I return uncreatively.

His grin is mischievous when he replies again. “For your eyes only.”

“Right” I say, rolling my eyes, “Now hurry up and come here!”

“So impatient,” he breathes, pulling me by my ankles,

“What—”

He pulls me down the bed, pulling the covers with me, then throws my legs over his shoulders. Settling down on his knees, he plants an open-mouthed kiss on my navel

“—oh”

My breathing quickens in anticipation, he leaves a hot trail of kisses that makes my skin break into goosebumps and my nipples strain against the cool air of the room. I arch my back, hungry for more friction. He trails his lips down to the top of my thighs and traces the word ‘wait’ with his tongue, skimming it millimetres away from my clit. My hips buck and he withdraws himself, grinning with mischief.

“Please” I all but groan.

But Simon’s relentless, peppering every inch of my sensitive skin with kisses except where I needed him the most. When I cross my legs around his head, he pulls them open and pins them on his shoulders. Climbing to his knees on the bed and lifting my waist off the same.

He slides two of his fingers inside, working my clit with the tip of his torturously slow tongue.

“Ohh…please!”

“Tell me what you want me to do” he said, grazing his teeth on my bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God”

“Not quite” he smirked.

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

With a low growl, he plunged his fingers inside, moving them rapidly building up the familiar pressure inside me, every move setting me on fire again and again. His tongue laved at my clitoris, and I felt all the blood in my body rush towards my clit. His dark eyes caught mine, Oh, God. I thought, biting on my lower lip to keep myself from moaning too loud.

He pumped his fingers faster drawing me out wet and I felt my climax build up. As if on cue, he stopped, dropping me on my back and turning me. I was on my fours, waiting for him to take me hard and rough like I so badly needed him to! When I felt his tongue instead, pushing into my dripping heat. It was the most delicious sensation I had felt in a long long time, the angle at which his tongue and fingers worked me was unbearably sweet and I couldn’t help but shudder, my knees and elbows grew incapable of holding my weight any longer.

He went at it furiously, the thick muscle of his adept tongue dipping in, out and around my pussy, I moaned loudly when I couldn’t take it anymore and he added another of his fingers while I collapse on my elbows, my face in the crumpled sheets.

“Please…” I beg, “Fuck me!”

“Not like this,” he breathes in my ear, his body had risen to cover mine from behind “I want to see you fall apart” he then quickly turned me on my back and settled on his elbows on top of me. Aligning his cock at my entrance he pressed in my wet heat while simultaneously capturing my mouth in his full one.

His tongue finds mine and I taste myself there, he’s kissing me so deeply I feel drunk and tears creep to my eyes and when he slides in fully, slowly, deliberately, agonizingly slow, hitting deep. My body arches to meet his and he grabs me by my waist, pulling out completely save for a fraction of his tip and then plunging in and out relentlessly. We settle in to rhythm, his face flushed red. I pull him down to kiss him, biting hard on his lower lip, causing him to groan and move faster, stretching me to my fullest, filling me to my very depth. When we break away, I’m breathless and close, so close that I can’t focus on anything but Simon’s face, his eyes are almost a midnight blue and he grins when he finds me searching his face.

“Fuck,” he groans in between deep, soul-crushing thrusts of his incredibly flexible waist. It must be all that football practice, I think dazedly, and a picture of Simon in his green jersey, the green complimenting the green in his eyes, flickers in a corner of my mind. “I. Wanted. To. Do this. For. So long…” his words are punctuated by my lips peppering his with light kisses.

Ditto. I don’t say.

“Simon” I call instead, my breath coming in loud pants now. My skin is on fire. Heat firing through every vein from every wet spot Simon leaves in the wake of his open-mouthed kisses, radiating from my centre and blooming outwards to every tip of my body.

“Simon”. His name is a gasp for air.

“Yes, luv, come to me” he whispers, his mouth clamped on one of my nipples.

I am teetering on the edge now, but before I can finally! climax, he hoists me off my back and onto him, the motion disbalances me and I flail a little but Simon sits up so that I’m straddling his lap and he’s buried to the hilt. I choke with the sudden burst of pleasure. His teeth and lips and hands are all over me, his mouth, searing on the tops of my breasts, pulling my nipples in between his teeth. I throw my head back in the blinding pleasure of the moment. I lose my breath. His breathing is ragged as his cock begins to pulsate inside my clenching walls. I make to move, thrusting my hips up and down his thick length.

“God, you’re such a stunner” he moans thickly, his eyes roving my form.

“Stop—” I gasp, my giggle quickly turning into a breathy moan.

He settles his face in my breasts and reaches in between us, his fingers quickly locating my clitoris and furiously working it.

“Yes!! Yes!”

“Luv” he cries, “Come for me!”

I look at him looking at me, his face flushed a deep red from his cheeks to his ears and his heated gaze burning into mine. His mouth glistening with fluids, parted, like a rich fruit and I lean into them and kiss him and kiss him with all I’ve got. All the years of anxious speculations and tiptoeing around each other and repressed memories and feelings.

I think I might be in love with him.

“I love you” he barely whispers, when I pull back.

And I am undone.

Crashing like never before, my lower abdomen clenching and my walls tightening impossibly. Then I’m pooling his thighs and his hand, which he lifts to his already dripping mouth and he is finishing with me, bursting hot inside me, white streaming out against my darker skin.

We sit there like that. Spent. I am too exhausted to think. His arms are around me and his face marking a spot above my left breast. My heels dig into the curve of his bum and my blunt fingernails scrape his solid back. He cups my face in his large pale hands and presses a long, languid kiss on my mouth, teasing and slow, drawing me out and slides his hands down to my breasts, now extra sensitive in the aftermath. He runs his tongue deliberately across my chest, from one nipple to another, cupping my breasts and squeezing them in turns,

“Such. A. Stunner” He breathes against them, drawing a sudden gasp from me when he suddenly pinches my nipples, now straining against his fingers, erupting in goose-flesh, and I squirt a bit more on his lap. He reaches in between us, hooking his fingers inside my pussy and spreading our cum across my tits, proceeding to lick them with his hot mouth again. I grab his wrist and direct those fingers into my mouth, looking into his dilated eyes and suck on them, he inhales sharply and his cock twitches to life inside me once again.

*** *** ***

In the soft blue moonlight filtering through the white lace of his window, Simon glows. My dark blue leg is wrapped across his pale blue thighs. His arm is around my waist and my hand is on his chest. I’m on my elbow and I watch him breathe, slow and deep, I watch his eyes, thick long lashes fluttering open into the saturated silence of unsaid things. There’s a smile on the corner of his lips. I run my finger along those lips, they’re thick with blood and the effect of my teeth. Like the edges of a ripe peach split in the middle.

His tongue darts out to lick my finger and I tug his mouth open, then lean in. There’s no question about the nature of this kiss. And he’s already edging up on his elbow, his hand warm on the small of my back sliding down to my bum, pulling me up onto him and deepening the kiss.

“Stay” he mumbles in between breaths when I’m straddling him again. He is glowing.

“I have to go” I say reluctantly, “I left the milk out.” I gasp when his cock grows against my stomach.

“I’ll make you breakfast” he promises, winding his long pale fingers in my hair and watching it curl long and dark around them. “And buy you milk.”

“Ha-ha”

“But you loved my scrambled eggs and tomato!” he states, his eyes rounded in faux indignation.

“And I still dream about them!” I said, giggling.

“Stay, luv” he says again, but his tone is serious and his brows furrowed. He’s wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into them, he is so warm and so real. “Now and…forever”

A sudden flash of memory, me and Simon stumbling into bed six years ago: Stay. He says in my memory. Now and forever.

“I can’t” I cry, sitting up. Suddenly anxious. I don’t try to hide the wetness in my eyes. “It’s too hard. I can’t-I can’t go through all of that again. I just can’t. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” My heart is beating impossibly fast. I clench my hands into fists.

“It won’t be that way!” His words are desperate and his hands are cupping my face again, his thumbs brushing away the fat tears streaming down my cheeks now and I swear. I swear, I just want to let go and believe him, let him make love to me again—to love him, again. I want him to take me on every surface of his flat and then back at mine. I want to wake up to him tomorrow, and forever. But—

“Simon,” I warn instead, my voice wavers and I turn away from his unsettling gaze.

“Stay. Please.”

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She gasped when I brushed my hand over her nipple — As much from surprise as from pleasure, I think. We were both half-asleep, dozing in my bed. She was a high school friend who went to college out of state, and was visiting for the weekend. We were planning to spend the day together, but her train had arrived really early. I normally don’t get up until noon on the weekends, and she knocked on my door at 7am, looking tired.

In high school we had been pretty close. We never dated, but we had shared a bed a few times at crowded overnight parties. So when I suggested we get back in bed for a few hours, she didn’t bat an eye. She dropped her bag on the floor, pulled off her sweater and pants and climbed under the blankets. We snuggled together for warmth, her back to me and my arm over her waist. I was just wearing boxers, and she was in underwear and a thin tank top.

For an hour or so we did sleep, but I became increasingly aware of her body. She was a bit shorter than me, slender with small breasts. I remembered that in high school she didn’t even wear a bra most of the time. Once I caught a peek down her shirt as she bent over, and I could see her nipples. Thinking about that, and with her body pressed up against me, I felt my cock stiffening.

I tried not to move or draw attention to the growing erection nestled between the swell of her cheeks. I hoped she couldn’t feel it pressing into her, though it seemed pretty obvious to me. So far, she hadn’t reacted at all, and her breathing was deep and regular.

Eventually, it was too much for me. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. gaziantep escort Cautiously, I slid my hand up her side, lightly grazing her breast. My fingers brushed over her nipple in what I hoped seemed like a casual, unintentional motion. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I would get. I heard a sudden intake of breath followed by a slow exhale. Figuring that sounded like a positive reaction, I kept moving my hand up. I wrapped it over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. She leaned back into me, unintentionally putting more pressure on my cock.

Feeling more bold, I ran my hand back down her chest, touching her nipple again. This time her reaction left me no doubt. She moaned softly, and reached up to grab my hand, pressing it against her breast. Through her thin shirt I could feel her hardening nipple against my palm.

I pressed more urgently into her and she responded in kind, grinding her rear against me. My cock throbbed under the pressure. I was hyper-aware that we were separated by only the thin fabric of our underwear.

I slid my hand out from beneath hers, giving her nipple a gentle tweak before moving down her body. I reached under the hem of her tank top, ran my hand along her hipbone, and then slipped it under the waistband of her panties. Her breath caught as I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and she spread her legs to let me reach further. Moving past her bush, I found she was already wet.

My middle finger slipped easily between her lips, and she gasped as I teased her opening. My cock prodded forward against her ass, straining at the fabric of my boxers. As she continued to swivel her hips I pushed my finger deeper, and her pussy wrapped hot and tight around it.

She moaned and reached back to grab my head, pulling me forward to nuzzle her neck. My hand pressed firmly between her legs, and I slipped another finger inside. I wasn’t thrusting into her so much as rocking my hand back and forth. I would push forward with my fingers, reaching as deep inside her as I could. Then I would pull back, shifting the pressure to grind my palm against her clit.

She shivered and then rocked away from me just enough to slip her panties down to her knees. As she did, I slipped my fingers out and eagerly tugged my boxers down as well. Quickly, our bodies pressed together again. Somewhat frantically, I squeezed her breasts as she reached between her legs to grab my cock.

She positioned my head between her lips and worked it back and forth until it was slick with her juices. Then in one smooth movement, she rocked back against me, and my cock slid easily into her. She was hot and wet, and I was buried to the hilt. We both gasped at the sensation, and then she started grinding her hips again.

I swear I’ve never been harder. It felt like the head of my cock was swollen larger than usual. The soft velvety texture of her pussy walls gripped me firmly, enhancing every movement. Her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft as if they were trying to suck me deeper inside.

I groaned into her neck and grabbed her tightly. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so wet that every few strokes she had to reach between her legs because I had popped out. She would run her hand down the length of my shaft before grabbing me firmly and sliding me back inside.

After a few minutes, she must have noticed a change in my breathing, or felt my cock stiffen. Suddenly she was whispering a frantic warning not to cum inside her. She kept fucking me as she told me to warn her when I was about to cum.

It didn’t take long. A few seconds later, I gasped out a warning and she quickly rolled away. My cock slipped out of her and the sudden loss of sensation made my impending orgasm recede. I groaned and rolled onto my back.

I assumed I would have to finish myself off but before I could start she was kneeling beside me with my cock in her mouth. She moaned impatiently and started swirling her tongue around my head. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, squeezing and stroking. I shivered at the sudden and overwhelming sensation, and was quickly ready to cum again.

Sensing my approaching climax, she began to make little excited sounds. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive opening at the tip of my cock. I swelled in her hand and she continued to pump my shaft to encourage me.

I groaned loudly and arched my back as I started to cum in her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around my head, catching each spurt. The feeling of her tongue on the sensitive skin of my head as I came was nearly overwhelming. My eyes were shut, but I saw stars.

She moaned happily as the last aftershocks washed over me. I opened my eyes as she let my cock slip out of her mouth, and she smiled as she reached up to wipe a bit of my cum from her lips.

“Well,” she said, “What are _you_ gonna have for breakfast?”

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