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Katie was my best friend throughout high school and into college. A few years younger than I, sex had never really came up; she was more of a younger sister to me. We did a lot of things together. Now and again, the idea of being more than friends could be sensed between us, but we had never explored that avenue. One night however, that all changed. The night of her twenty-first birthday, she was given a few too many drinks. This gave her a slightly radiating glow of inebriation, which, although she reeked of alcohol, complemented her beautiful nature. Perhaps it was the two beers that I drank, but, during the party, her laugh resonated like music to my ears. I could see clearly now how attractive that my best friend truly was. She was short, with dark green eyes, lovely C-cup breasts, and very tight jeans. Her dark black hair, which she had pulled up in a ponytail, accentuated her beauty. This is the account of our long drive home along a dark country road:

“Did you have fun at the party,” I asked.

“Yeah, I had a great time, I think I had a few too many drinks, though. Can you tell that I’m a little buzzed?” Katie smiled.

“I had no clue…” I laughed.

“That was the first time I had tried vodka, it tasted horrible.”

“Even with the cranberry juice in it?” I implored.

“God, yes.”

“Yeah, vodka will mess you up fast if you’re not careful. After my party-hard days were over, I couldn’t mess with anything that even tasted like alcohol for a long time.”

“I’m feeling really good,” she said as she placed her hand on the gearshift knob. “When are you going to teach me how to drive a stick shift?”

“Surely, not tonight.”

“Gee, why not?” She innocently smirked, knowing she was in no condition to drive.

“Maybe I’ll teach you some other time,” I smiled back with a wink.

She stayed silent for a long while as the car passed along the back-roads on our way to her house. The silence was periodically interrupted by bumps in the road. Finally she spoke up.

“Scott, why have you never tried to make a move on me?”

Taken aback by being put on the spot, I answered, “I don’t know, Katie. I guess I’ve always thought of you as my little ulus escort sister.”

“So you’ve never thought about it?” she asked.

“Honestly,” I looked away from the road to face her momentarily, “of course it’s crossed my mind, but I’ve never really wanted to stress our friendship by bringing it up.”

Looking back at the road, I grew nervous as I waited for her to break the silence with a reply.

“I don’t think it would’ve bothered me if you did,” she said.

“I guess I just never saw a sign that you were interested in me that way,” I calmly stated.

The drinks began to overcome her senses, and she gingerly moved her hand across the center console to my crotch and asked me very matter-of-factly, “If you can’t teach me to drive your car tonight, why don’t you teach me how to use this?” She began rubbing my member through the material of my pants.

“You like this?” She smiled at me.

“Y-Yeah,” I was still very surprised.

“Why don’t you pull over and teach me how to use it, then” she said with a drunkard’s eyes.

I pulled the car over to a dark side-road as she unzipped my pants and moved her hand inside.

“It may just be the vodka talking, but I’ve always wondered how big you were.” She smiled and pulled my penis out of the front of my pants and began working her tongue around the head.

“Is this what I’m supposed to do?” She asked.

“Yeah, you’re definitely doing it right. Are you sure you want to do this, Katie?”

She promptly replied with a meaty “hrmmmph” as she took my hardening cock into her mouth.

Her mouth felt wonderful. I fantasized about this forbidden moment many times. Reluctantly giving into my desires, I crossed the line of friendship and began grinding my dick farther into her velvety soft mouth. Her lips massaged the base of my cock as her head bobbed up and down quietly along its slippery length. I moaned in pleasure. Katie looked up with her doe-like eyes -her sounds of yearning masked by the impediment of my cock. She slid up and down my dick repeatedly, covering the length of my shaft with her glistening slobber. She backed off for a yenimahalle escort moment and wiped her lips with the sleeve of her pink hoody-jacket. “I want you to eat my pussy.”

Honoring her request, I reached over and disengaged her seat to lay it back. As I did this, she unzipped her pants and took them off, leaving behind her strawberry polka-dot panties. As cute as they were, a wet spot where her lubrication leaked through the pattern betrayed their innocence. I gently moved the elastic bands of her panties to the side, exposing her well-lubricated pussy. Her musky scent invaded my nostrils, violently agitating my urge to bury my face between her legs and ravage her privacy. She smelled so sweet, yet so strong and sweaty.

I began licking her vulva lengthwise, working my way up to her clit. With the guidance of her hand, I slid two fingers inside her tight, wet hole. She moaned in pleasure as I probed her insides, wiggling my fingers around her cervix. I flicked my tongue from side to side along her inner labia and pressed firmly onto her swollen clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face roughly into her. Acknowledging her motions, I removed my fingers and planted a deep French kiss inside her pussy, fucking her with the soft, fleshy pulp of my tongue.

By now she had arched her back and curled her toes. The smell of her pussy juices and the cheap air freshener that hung from my mirror mingled and filled the car with the musky, lemon-scented fog of her pleasure. Her moans violated the silence of this quiet country road, becoming louder and louder as my face violated her modesty. She began rocking consistently, grinding against me harder, and wiping her delicious lubrication across my face. I stayed on task, sucking at her hidden lips. She dug her fingernails into my scalp as the first wave of her orgasm crested. She let out a yell, filling the night air with the ebbing waves of her orgasmic screams. When the waves subsided, she lay back, relaxing in the broken moonlight of my car windows.

Breathing heavily, she motioned me to take my pants off. As I did, she quickly regained her energy, pouncing atop my lap. She straddled across my dick, and gently guiding it with her hand, she sat squarely on top of it -her pussy hungrily swallowing its glistening length. We rocked against each other in harmonic motion; I slid my hands beneath her pink t-shirt to feel the soft skin of her chest. Raising her shirt, I admired her bright pink areolas standing firmly against the soft, alabaster-white, supple flesh of her breasts. I sucked each nipple, teasing them with gentle bites as she bounced up and down in my lap pleasuring herself on my dick. My hands slid down along her back and spread her asscheeks apart, both to help contain her thrusts and to expose her asshole to the probing of my fingers. “Lets do it on the hood,” she said.

Invigorated by the dangers of being seen, I opened the door, and we resumed spread eagle on the hood of my car.

“Oh God,” she said. “You feel so good inside me.”

Between my thrusts I tasted the supple skin on her neck, creating fields of goosepimples in the wake of my kisses. My thrusts became increasingly harder, producing fleshy squeaks against the smooth metal across my hood.

Sliding her down, she bent over the front of my car and displayed her luscious rump to me. In light of her ever-inviting wet asshole, I grasped her ponytail and resumed pounding her love-box from behind.

“Oh God! Oh God! I’m coming again!”

“Do it. I want your cum all over my dick,” I said, replying to her moans by thrusting deeper inside her.

“Oh God!” She screamed, shouting her pleasure to the nearby trees.

Finally she released, collapsing onto the hood with a loud metallic thud. I pulled my cock out of her and began jerking it to the edge of orgasm. After regaining her composure, she turned and knelt down in front of me and began licking and sucking her cum off of my dick.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth, Katie. Do you want it?”

“Please let me taste it,” she said between licks.

Grasping at her ponytail once more, I thrust my cock deep into her mouth and unloaded what seemed to be the wettest, longest ejaculation I had ever released. Gagging her, streams of my bubbly juice escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin and onto her t-shirt.

Even though it was the dead of night, her beautiful smile bespeckled by my cum illuminated the dimly lit country road.

After that night, we became more than friends. And I’m reminded each time I look at the butt-sized dent in my hood.

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I was going through a dry spell. Four months without getting laid, it was getting to me. My girlfriend had called and broken up with me shortly after the fall semester had started. So I was stuck at a college where I was used to ignoring most females that weren’t my professors and concentrating on my grades so I could fly home and fuck my girl for months worth of frustration. So this semester my grades dropped a little, but I made a few ‘friends’, only got laid once cause me and her were both drunk out of our minds though. I didn’t remember it, so I tend not to count it.

My standards weren’t high, I just wanted her to be legally old enough, sober when I fucked her, and recognizably human. Which sadly, all three were impossible half the time in this place. It was December and everyone else had already left for their vacations with their families. I decided I’d wait an extra two days and take my time packing. Well, even taking my time left me about thirty six hours to waste before I had to hop a plane back to SC. After walking the halls, checking every doorknob to make sure they were locked. The ones that weren’t I nosed around in the rooms, rarely found anything interesting though. Mostly just some porno mags with the pages stuck together.

Until I swung a door open and saw a gorgeous sight. She was freshmen, straight from highschool, I could tell cause she barely looked 18, and only freshmen leave their doors unlocked. She was only about 5’5, just a foot shorter than me, with a slender and tight body covered by nothing more than a black bra and she soon pulled on a matching thong; giving a quick view of her shaved snatch when she bent over. Long blond hair that had a few stripes of brown and red fell down her back. Facing away from me, I couldn’t see her face, but with a body like that, I could close my eyes. I didn’t say anything, just closed the door behind me. She jumped as the door latched and spun at me. “Who the fuck are you!?” she screamed and grabbed a hooded sweatshirt from the bed to attempt to cover her nearly nude self.

I grinned. Her narrow heart-shaped face was as lovely as her body with her big dark blue eyes, short upturned nose, and lips that practically begged to be kissed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She looked at me like I was insane. I walked around her to sit down on her bed. “I think we’re the only ones here, might as well be friends.” I told her.

“Only ones here? Yeah, everyone went home for Christmas” She comment, backing away from me, probably thinking I was going to rape her. “So who are you, and why are you in my room?”

“I’m sorry” I said through the grin. “I was lonely, so I was looking for someone to talk with… And you’re door was unlocked” I leaned over on my knees. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you are really gorgeous.” I stood up and walked over to her, and she drew in a breath, and I saw her hand looking for something on the shelf behind her, most likely something to hit or stab me with. I stopped out of arms length, to make sure she didn’t go off on me. I could by the toned muscles on her body tell she worked out a lot, and could easily knock me on my ass if I wasn’t careful. I mean I didn’t want to rape this girl, that would be a crime against nature to hurt such a beauty, but a lil force might be needed. “Since we’re all alone here, except for a few professors and security staff, why don’t I take you out to dinner?”

Her hand stopped searching when she figure out I wasn’t going to rape her, and she visibly calmed down. “OUT to Dinner? Like an actual restaurant?” I nodded. She gave a half smile. “I haven’t gone out since I came here.” She stuck out her hand and said “I’m Kasie.”

I shook her hand, she had a nice grip. “Jeremy, nice to meet you.” After the introduction, I left, letting her get dressed. I went back to my room and changed into some nicer clothes. I was going to take Kasie out after lunch, make a day of it. I figured I might get lucky if we spend enough time together. I trimmed what had started to be a shaggy looking beard into a goatee, and straightened out my ear length hair. After putting on a pair of relatively loose black jeans and a black button down shirt. I grabbed my leather coat and went back down the hall.

I knocked on Kasie’s door and she answered sıhhiye escort wearing a really tight pair of black jeans and a dark red sweater that showed off her figure nearly perfectly. “Hi.” she smiled and said she’s almost ready, that she just had to grab her purse and coat. When she came back out, she had a her purse and a tweed coat that looked only slightly shorter than mine. “You clean up nice.” she smiled.

I thanked her and said “You look better half naked.” She looked up and me and blushed. “Coarse you’re sexy now too.” I laughed. It was chilly outside, but the coats weren’t necessary yet.

We chit chatted as we walked to the school parking lot, and my car. Found out she wasn’t going home for the holiday, cause her family had put everything they had into sending her to school. and I explained that I bought a junker of a ’73 Camaro my first semester, and got my friends in the auto-shop to use it as a thesis and they fixed it up for free. “So you drive home for the holiday?” she asked as she pulled the passenger door shut.

“All the way to South Carolina? No way.” I answered as I pulled my seat belt on and started the engine. As we waited for the defrost to kick in and clear the windshield I continued. “I fly home, leave the car here ’til I get back.”

“Doesn’t it worry you that someone might steal it?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow. I told her that I fixed the head of security up with what is now his wife, and he keeps an eye on it for me. “You get around a lot here don’t you?” she joked. as we drove away from the school.

“Not enough apparently, I didn’t meet you until today.” I attempted at charming her. We went to a movie first, her idea. I didn’t pay much attention to it, as I kept trying to kiss her or get my hand between her legs. She’d laugh and tell me to stop, and I never did. Before the credits rolled, she did turn her head and kiss me, sliding her tongue into my mouth and drawing my own out. The kiss ended as the movie did and she drug me to the car.

Dinner was at this little known steak house I knew very well. we made more chit as we waited for our food, and I tried coming onto her at every chance I got. She never seemed to mind and rolled with the punches. When the food came it didn’t last long. I got the feeling we both wanted to get out of the steak house and back to the dorms as fast as possible. We didn’t make quite there at first.

Kasie was rubbing against me and standing on her toes to kiss my neck as we walked the parking lot. When we got to the car, she slipped between me and the drivers door, stopping me from unlocking the door. She grabbed the hand that I had my keys in and pulled it up to her exquisite mouth. I dropped my keys when she licked the backs of my fingers, and she laughed before sucking the middle one into her mouth.

She smiled around her finger at the expression on my face, and I felt her other hand undoing my belt, then the button on my pants and finally my zipper. My finger popped out of her mouth as she knelt down on the pavement, and pulled my boxers down and hooked the waistband under my scrotum. She cooed at my cock and wrapped her hand around the base. I watched in the dim light as she moved her hand back and forth before leaning forward and licking the tip gently. I moaned and she smiled “You like that huh?” she licked me again, drawing her tongue from the bottom of the head to the slit in the tip of my cock, and I sucked in a breath. “Well how about this then?” She said before engulfing the top three inches of my cock in her mouth and slowly moved her head down.

I watched her beautiful face as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, and tried not to moan as the tip was hitting the back of her throat. One of her hands was cupping my balls, rubbing them with the same rhythm as her mouth on my dick. I glanced down and could see her other hand was busy with her own crotch. “You don’t have to do that I said.” her blue eyes snapped open and she slid her mouth of my member, trailing a long stream of saliva and precum from her tongue to the head of dick.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked. I pulled her up from the pavement and sat her down on the hood of my car. We parked behind the building, and there tandoğan escort was no moon that night. Still there was some danger we’d get caught. I didn’t care, I wanted Kasie then and there and immediately. Our breath was visible in the cold as I tugged her tight pants down to her ankles, then off of one foot along with her shoe. She was sitting on her coat tails so her ass wasn’t getting too cold. She had the same black thong on as before, and I could feel how hot her pussy was through the thin fabric. I pulled the crotch of her thong to one side and ran my fingers along her lips, electing a shudder from Kasie.

I moved closer to her, kissing her passionately as I pushed the finger she had previously sucked on deep into her. Kasie moaned into the kiss and shoved her hips at my hand. one of her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled her to her, and the other went straight to my dick, and pulled it to were my finger was currently pleasuring her. I took my hand away from her crotch and brought it up to my mouth. She tasted delicious, but I contented myself to knowing I’d get to taste her lips to lips so to speak, before the end of the night. She was still holding my dick in her hand, and she rubbed the head of it up and down her slit, like her juices and saliva weren’t enough lubrication.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I lurched forward. Half my shaft sunk into her and she jumped in surprise and half moaned half whimpered. She was tighter than I had expected and groaned as her muscles gripped me. “Go ahead, push it all the way in.” she breathed into my ear. I did as she asked, moaning as the rest of my cock into Kasie’s cunt. I rested inside of her, letting both of use get used to the feeling of being together. She wrapped her arms around the back of my head and whispered to me that it was okay.

I started gently at first, pulling out of her and pushing back in slowly as she cooed and smiled at me. I kissed her as I started going faster, I was starting to worry slightly that someone would see us. I rubbed her clit with the hand that wasn’t holding her to me as I pounded into Kasie’s pussy so hard that the shocks on my car squeaked.

She was pushing her hips back at me and moaning before long. Her pussy squelching out juices as her orgasm neared. “Oohhh.. Oh.. OH! OH FUCK!” she yelled finally and her entire body spasmed violently, gushing more juices than before and gripping my dick. I pulled out of her as I started to cum and she slid back to her knees to catch the head of my cock in her mouth just after the first spurt caught her in the cheek. Kasie was still shaking as she sucked my dick to her throat and swallowed down my semen. When I was spent I scooped up the glob on her cheek and she sucked it off my finger. “That was great.” she said, panting.

We dressed ourselves, got back in the car and I went as fast as I dared back to the dorms. Kasie and I made out all the way up the stairs to her room. We were constantly groping each other, and my cock was raging to get back inside of her by the time she pushed me back on her bed. We tore each others clothes off and she began kissing me, starting at my neck and working her way down. When she go to my cock, I willed myself to stop her. “It’s your turn baby.”

I got on my knees at the edge of her bed and pulled her to my face. Her shaven pussy smelled as good as it tasted. I drove my tongue into her hole and sucked on her sweetness, she gasped sharply and then moaned at my oral assault on her pussy. I twisted and twirled my tongue in and out of her cunt while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. “Unnnh.. that’s good baby.. make me cum.. please” she begged me. I drove my tongue into her and sucked on her juicy love tunnel and took her clit between two fingers and rolled it hard under them. Kasie screamed and clamped her legs around my head as her pussy erupted into my mouth.

She pulled me back up to the bed and kissed her cream off my face. Kasie rolled me over and mounted me. She slid her cunt lips over my cock, smiling at me as she sunk onto my dick. I held her waist gently as she rode me up and down, her wet pussy gripping my dick; her inner muscles massaging my full length.

After five minutes Kasie was moaning tunalı escort with each breath and slamming her ass down in an attempt to get more of my dick inside her. Her arms were holding her upper body off mine as she leaned over, her rock hard nipples were rubbing against my chest. I was still holding her waist as we fucked and I was near cumming. I told her this, and she replied breathlessly “I don’t care… Fuck me.” She started riding me harder, pushing her body back and down onto my dick. I came first, spewing inside her, stream after stream making her scream. She sat up and pounded her body down onto mine, reaching orgasm short after I did.

Kasie laid down on top of my body, relaxing hers as her pussy kept milking me. “I’m really glad I met you today.” I told her, catching my breath. She rolled her head to one side and smiled at me from my chest. She pulled herself up and kissed ed sweetly on the lips and said she was glad too. I pulled her blanket over us then she clapped and the lights went out and we went to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of Kasie singing to herself echoing down the hall. comfortable that no one was in the building, I got out of her bed and walked to the girl’s showers. Morning wood was already standing in front of me, and when I opened the communal shower’s doors and saw Kasie washing her gorgeous self off and singing, my cock only got harder. I walked up behind her as she leaned back to wash her chest and bent slightly to kiss her neck as the hot water cascaded over us. She moaned and pressed her ass back against me.

I grinned and bent my knees until my cock was aimed between her legs. Kasie bent over and offered her pussy to me. I picked up on her hips so I could stand and plunged my dick into her canal. She moaned loudly and put one hand on the wet tiled wall to keep what little balance she had. As I started pumping in and out of her, the water seemed cold in comparison to the inside of Kasie’s wet cunt. She pushed herself back at me, driving my cock deeper while she rubbed her clit. It wasn’t long before both of us were getting weak in the knees, and we sunk to the floor.

I twisted her around, never taking my dick from it’s new home, and kissed her passionately as I started pounding into her pussy on the shower floor. She sucked my tongue nearly as hard as she sucked my cock the night before, and her pussy was gripping my dick like it didn’t ever want me to pull out. Kasie was groaning and pushing her hips up at me from the hard tile floor. “Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard.” she growled, and I had to comply. Her juices and the water from the showerhead splashed around our hips as I smashed my cock into her pussy.

Her hand was on her clit, rubbing it furiously until her pussy contracted tight around me. “Ohhh, God!” she screamed as her orgasm hit, making her pussy surge with wetness while it pulsed around my cock harder than ever before. I groaned, not being able to keep my own climax back and shot my essence deep inside Kasie.

We lay together, kissing each other until the water started to get cold. I stood and helped her off the floor before cutting the water. Kasie handed me a towel and said “Go get dressed okay? I wanna talk to you about something.” Well, not wasting anytime, I dried myself off on my way to my room. I quickly put on deodorant, dressed, and headed back to Kasie’s, just in time to see her pull on a pair of leopard print pajama pants. “Hi” she smiled and put on a sports bra. “Sit down if you want.” she said and gestured to the bed as she rolled on her Secret extra dry. I did and she sat sideways on my lap and kissed me on the cheek “Remember how I said I don’t go home on the holidays?” I nodded. “Well, I don’t want to be here all alone.” I nodded again and nearly frowned, thinking she was going to beg me to stay with her, and I’d have to say no. “Well, can I go home with you?” she surprised me and gave me her best pouty baby look.

How could anyone say no to those beautiful blue eyes? Not to mention the prospect of making my whoring ex jealous while I fucked the hell out of Kasie all winter. After grabbing my bags and helping her pack, I called the airport and told them to cancel my ticket. Kasie sat in the passenger seat of my car with a huge grin on her face all the way back home, save the few times we stopped to sleep, eat, and have dirty sex in a motel, restroom, car, or side of the road on the ground. Sometimes we didn’t even stop, and Kasie pleasured me orally while I drove on a clear highway.

That Christmas vacation was possibly the best I’d ever had, but that’s another story for another time.

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“Are these seats taken?” Lauren spoke brightly to some familiar faces.

Hannah Clark’s whole family was seated in a row in the center-back of the bustling auditorium. Her sisters and her dad, Mitch, had all been swiping through stuff on their cell phones and her mom, Claire, was reading through the event’s program. They all looked up almost simultaneously to see who had spoken.

Lauren couldn’t help but make first and direct eye contact with Mitch; when he looked up his eyes were very startled, and his countenance remained stunned even after recognition set in and Mrs. Clark stood and stepped around her husband to give all the newcomers brief hugs and greetings. Mr. Clark stood, too. After his wife had given out hugs, it would have been rude if he had ignored the girls, so he stored his phone in his front pocket and gave the two girls closest to him – one of them being Lauren – awkward side hugs, and the third girl he just gave a little wave. The row was narrow, and it was tricky for his larger frame to maneuver between the seats. He murmured little hellos but otherwise let his wife do the talking.

Mitch had relaxed some. The corners of his mouth now turned up to resemble a smile, although he still looked almost sick, probably figuring out how to act natural even though he felt anything but calm. Lauren was cued into all of these changes in his demeanor even though nobody else was aware of the tension between them.

“Please, sit with us!” Mrs. Clark gestured obviously to the open seats directly to the right of her husband.

Hannah’s sisters had already returned their attention to Instagram or whatever was so interesting on their phones. The rest of them sat. Lauren took the seat right next to Mr. Clark, as she knew the family best out of the three friends.

Lauren grasped the chair to adjust her posture in it, and as she did so, Mitch’s hand that was at his side, between them, darted instinctively into his lap. He was jumpy and obviously reactive to her presence. He did not want to show any intimacy between them in front of his wife, but he was massively overcompensating beyond the realm of normal human interaction.

After a few moments of processing the surprise of Lauren’s arrival and close proximity, Mitch rediscovered some perspective and relaxed his hand back to his side.

Mrs. Clark leaned over her husband to strike up a conversation with Lauren about Lauren’s new apartment. Mr. Clark sat politely still as the two talked over him.

“Yeah, I’ve lived there about three weeks, now,” Lauren informed Mrs. Clark. “It’s good, but my landlord is a little spacey.” Mrs. Clark nodded and rolled her eyes as she absorbed the conversation. Mrs. Clark loved gossip and she always played along animatedly with every juicy tidbit. “He’s not incompetent, exactly. He keeps saying he will come over to fix the water in the shower, but it’s been a few weeks and nothing…”

“Well what’s wrong with the shower?” Mrs. Clark asked quickly and with too much fascination, like it was her own shower that she found out was busted.

“It only runs cold. It’s like the hot water isn’t hooked up properly or something.” Lauren tried to match Mrs. Clark’s energy. “We’re a little sick of taking cold showers.”

Mrs. Clark shuttered in empathy, accompanied by a little giggle. Mr. Clark stared at his hands and fiddled with his fingers.

“Well, you know, Mitch redid our entire upstairs bathroom. New faucets and all. I bet he could fix it if your landlord doesn’t get back to you.”

Mitch looked at his wife when she mentioned his name.

“Oh, no, it’s no big deal to wait a little longer,” Lauren protested, giving Mitch an easy out if he felt awkward or was too busy. He had turned toward her, now, and seemed to be slightly amused by her objection.

“It’s actually probably an easy fix.” Mitch said softly, as they were seated so close to one another. It was the first sentence he had heard him utter in over a year. “I don’t mind at all.” His kind smile was genuine this time, and even though it was small, it was still reflected in the little wrinkles near his eyes.

Lauren was triggered by his soft tone and kind, penetrating eyes. She felt a warmth spread through her chest. She felt both vulnerable and protected all of a sudden.

“I have a bit of free time on Sunday. Can you text me the address?” Mitch asked.

Lauren immediately got out her phone and opened a new text message. “What’s your number?”

Mitch recited it to her. She took another moment to type out the address, and then Mitch pulled his phone out of his pocket again, just as the vibration alerted him that he had a new text. He viewed it for a moment, thanked her, and then she watched out of the corner of her eye as he added the sender as a new contact.

The air felt heavy in the auditorium. It was not too hot, but the atmosphere was full of pride and excitement. It was a big day for the young folks waiting to graduate, Hannah among them. She had worked harder than anyone Lauren knew to complete her degree; practically all of her “free” time was spent working multiple ofise gelen escort jobs. Lauren and Hannah had not spent as much time together as they used to, mostly because they both had conflicts, but they remained close out of habit.

It had only been a few minutes since Lauren and the other girls sat down, so people were still standing, finding seats, and gossiping and one-upping one another in conversation.

“Hey, what time is it? Do you think I have time to use the restroom before this thing starts?” Lauren engaged Mrs. Clark again with the question.

Mrs. Clark looked up from the program again, checked her phone for the time, and then looked around at everyone still standing. “You’ve got eight minutes, but there’s no way it starts on time.”

Lauren nodded in agreement and then got to her feet. She set her small handbag back on her chair and scooted past her friends who leaned their knees to the side to let her pass. In the aisle, she had to weave around people yapping who remained oblivious to the girl struggling to get through.

Mitch subtly craned his neck to see which way Lauren turned when she left the auditorium. He waited a beat and then said, “You know, I think I’ll go too,” and stood to leave the same way she did. His wife made a grunt of acknowledgement, hardly looking up from her phone, but he paid little attention anyway. He was concentrated on slipping past everyone quickly.

When he got out to the lobby, he took note of where the women’s restroom was located and then planted himself close by, where he would not be able to miss Lauren when she came out. He stood, trying to lean against the wall but finding himself too nervous to be still and instead fidgeted by rocking back and forth on his feet. He was not sure what he intended to say to her. He almost chickened out and went back to his seat when she pushed out the door of the restroom.

She did not notice him right away. She was focused on returning to the auditorium before the commencement began. She hastened her pace on 3 inch high heels and wobbled a little from lack of practice. The cornflower blue dress she wore flowed out gracefully around her knees due to the acceleration of her pace. Mitch saw her pick up speed, and he used the momentum of rolling up to his toes to stride over and intercept her path. He grasped her wrist and spun her to the opposite wall of the lobby, like an eagle snatching a fish from the river.

It was Lauren’s time to be startled, and she took a second to steady herself and gather her bearings before looking at the face of her captor, although she already knew who it was.

On this side of the lobby, there was no one else within a 10-foot radius of the couple, and everyone was engrossed in their own conversations, barely noticing them.

Mitch had placed her with her back against the wall. He was facing her with his right hand pressing on the wall just an inch from her left ear. His other hand still lingered on her wrist where he nabbed her from the crowd.

“What’s going on?” Lauren finally asked, somewhat suspiciously. She was taken aback from her change of course. Mitch looked like he wanted to say something but could not come up with the words.

He looked, lost in thought, from his feet to her face, buying time to figure out what to say, but also absorbing her beauty. The wrap dress she wore was both modest and captivating. The color suited her personality and made her lightly tanned skin look radiant. The hem ended just below her knee, but what he could see of her calf was perfectly toned and made even more tantalizing by the natural flex gained by her nude-colored, t-strap heels. A thin sash brought the dress together at her small waist, further emphasizing her natural hourglass figure. And her breasts were covered but for the stunning valley that the deep V revealed to lucky onlookers, where one could just begin to see the swell of two flawless mounds. Her chest was perceptively heaving still from being literally swept off her feet a moment ago. Her long brown hair was curled in a natural fashion and pulled back from the sides into a barrette. When his gaze finally climbed to her eyes and she was looking directly back, waiting for him to explain his presence, he clenched his eyes shut as though he was afraid she would be able to read his thoughts if she looked too deeply.

Finally he said, “I haven’t seen you since Hannah moved out. How’ve you been?” He dropped his right hand from the wall and put it in his pocket, realizing his body language might have come across rather more aggressive than he intended.

Lauren was amused by his casual conversation after such an unexpected outburst. She also recalled the last time they had seen each other, about six months after their affair, and five-and-a-half months after her dad died

Lauren had been part of a group of friends that helped Hannah in moving her stuff out of her parents’ house and into her own, quiet studio apartment. Mitch had stopped by the new place after he got out of work into order to bring all otele gelen escort the helpers some pizza and beer and to see the place his daughter would be living for the foreseeable future. He had stepped into the surprisingly spacious studio with his hands full of sustenance. Before he could announce his presence, though, he had noticed a young woman toward the back of the apartment, near a large window, bent over a box and unloading its contents when a young man he had never seen walked over and startled her by pinching her butt under the loose athletic shorts she was wearing. The girl squealed and swatted at the boy and giggled playfully, before realizing that they were being watched. Lauren had been caught mid-PDA by Mitch, and she blushed. Mitch had averted his eye contact before his leering drew the attention of the strange boy and announced to the apartment that pizza had arrived. As all of the helpers clambered over the food, Mitch backed away and excused himself to the bathroom to think over the mixed emotions he felt of jealousy, rage, and…heartbreak? He had washed his hands of the stupid, juvenile angst and returned to the room full of adults who were half his age. He busied himself with hanging photos, avoiding Lauren and the strange boy whom he hated, until he made up the excuse that he had a migraine and went home.

A year and a half later, here they were.

“Good.” Lauren responded to Mitch’s small-talk-type question.

“Thats good. Still got the boyfriend?” Mitch asked, nodding along, already knowing the answer because she’d slipped up and said “we” when she was talking about their shower.

“Yes…” Lauren said shyly, looking for his reaction.

“Good, good,” Mitch nodded along some more, although it did not look like he was exceptionally pleased. “Are you happy? You look happy.”

“I’m pretty happy,” she said, trying to sound sincere, and for the most part she was.

She didn’t really know what to say to him.

“I think about you a lot,” he said, filling the silence. He realized that might have been too corny, so he added, “…in the shower sometimes.”

She smiled because he had just made it awkward, but it somehow broke the tension.

“Does the water wash away the sin?” she asked.

“It washes away something.”

She blushed at the suggestiveness.

“I miss you,” he said in a low, honest tone, finally getting to his point. “You look beautiful.”

She sighed, still smiling. She felt uncomfortable, flattered, and conflicted all at once. She could not help but feel attracted to him. Since she had last seen him, he had started trimming his hair shorter but grew a scruffy beard which made him look distinguished and chiseled, more like a gracefully aging movie star than a dad. He had slimmed down maybe 10 pounds but looked healthy and remained in good shape. She liked the way he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, and she could see the strong muscles of his forearms.

He was so effortlessly masculine, and she could not help but get turned on by his clear interest in her. He made her feel like a girl and a woman all at once. She felt like she could curl up into his protective arms but he would still always consider her his equal.

Lauren never got closure after their brief affair. They both had felt like it was a one-time thing, but since that day, Mitch had always been in the back of her mind, even after she started dating John.

“John…” she thought.

Noticing her discomfort, he told her, “If you feel weird about me coming over to fix your sink, I’ll come up with some excuse to tell Claire.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Lauren said, snapping back to reality. “John will be there, and it would actually be really helpful…if you don’t mind.”

Mitch took a deep breath to disguise his disappointment that they would be chaperoned, but managed to breathe out, “Oh, good, okay,” seemingly psyching himself up to meet the strange boy he hated.

Lauren noticed his response, trying to play it cool. “I’m sorry,” she said, although she was not exactly sure for what she was sorry. “Maybe we should get back.”

They walked back into the auditorium a few paces apart and took their seats next to each other. The tension between them was there throughout the ceremony, but it felt electric. When Hannah’s name was called and she walked across the stage with her new diploma, their entire row stood and cheered. When Hannah got to the end, she held her diploma in the air and looked over at her cheering section. Lauren and Mitch glanced and smiled at one another in the adrenaline of the moment.

When the ceremony concluded, everyone rushed into the aisles so they could wait to get out to the lobby like the passengers of an airplane when it reaches the gate. Mitch was stuck between his wife at his heels and Lauren in front of him. He pressed forward, taking advantage of the occasion where he could be close to her without raising anyone’s suspicion. He reached out toward her hip and felt the cotton of her dress brush against sincan escort the back of his curled fingers. Lauren felt the gentle pressure on her body and looked down in time to see Mitch’s hand retreating back to resting position. She looked up at his face over her shoulder. He mouthed the word, “sorry,” like he could not help himself, followed by an exaggerated grimace, realizing he’d been caught. She responded with a knowing smile that shined in her eyes.

“So what time can you come over on Sunday?” Lauren asked when the space opened up in the lobby.

“Umm… I’m free anytime, honestly.”

“How about 4?.”

“Sounds great.”

“Good. I’ll make you a treat for helping us out.”

“Assuming I will be able to help. Seriously, it’s no bother”

“I want to, so just accept it,” she said finally.

“Yes, Ma’am” He laughed, and he looked happy. For some, unexplained reason it gave her butterflies.

When Hannah joined the group several minutes later, they took a few configurations of group photos on various phones and parted ways.

Lauren arrived home horny. Unable to sit still, she changed into a tank top and shorts and started cleaning. She did not stop until John got home at 10 at night. They had been so busy lately, always missing each other even though they lived together now. They had not had sex since they christened the new apartment with a loving romp 3 weeks ago. She was so ravenous for a good fuck now, not to mention feeling a little bit guilty after her encounter with her best friend’s dad, that she barely let her boyfriend close the front door before she pounced on him.

She led him as far as the living room couch and tossed him on it. Lauren straddled him there. She kissed him hard and he reciprocated. He smelled a little like grease from work. Usually she would let him shower before they got intimate, but she was too desperate to prove her love to wait.

She crisscrossed her arms, grabbed the hem of the tank top and whisked it off over her head. Suddenly she remembered when she did the same thing to excite Mitch two years ago. He was really in her head tonight. She tried to channel that arousal toward John. He looked lustfully back at her, admiring her gorgeous breasts enveloped in lacy, black lingerie on display just for him as she bounced over his denim-clad hard on. She leaned down to make out with him more, dragging out the foreplay to trigger more anticipation. He fondled her ass, which she usually liked, but tonight it did not feel like enough. It felt too slow.

Lauren stepped backward off of John’s lap and pulled down her shorts. She made a little show of it and flung her panties and her bra at him, too, as John worked to take off his clothes. When he was completely naked, Lauren stared at him. He was tall and had a solid body mass, but his jaw and his muscles lacked definition, and she longed for a little more chest hair. He was stroking his cock on the couch, looking back at her. She pretended to be playfully critical of his naked body and successfully disguised her various disappointments by getting to her knees and crawling toward his waiting member.

When she got to the couch, she took his cock into her mouth and quickly wetted it with her tongue. He laid back and let her play with him for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations and her enthusiasm that, for all he knew, was all for him. He could have stayed like that all night but soon found her mounting his lap.

In no time at all, she had her dripping cunt poised to envelop her loving boyfriend’s stiff rod. He steadied her by holding her thighs and she slid easily down to his hilt. Sometimes, after it had been a few weeks since their last session, she would have to slowly work it in, but she was so lustful this night, that she merged with him quickly.

John was startled by how wet she was but did not complain. In two or three thrusts he was moaning ecstatically. In two or three more, his breathing became erratic. She felt let down that he was about to come so fast when she so badly craved a release, but nonetheless climbed off her boyfriend, who was on the edge of orgasm, to finish him off in her mouth.

Obviously his release was plenty satisfying. He held her head still and gently humped her mouth until he ejaculated several ribbons of cum down her throat. When she felt the cum stop dribbling out of his penis and his hands dropped from her face, she swallowed dutifully and climbed back up onto the couch next to her spent boyfriend. When he finally opened his eyes she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, “That was so good.”

She just smiled lovingly at him.

“Sorry you didn’t cum,” he sighed.

“It’s okay,” she responded and gave him a half smile. It was not easy for her to reach orgasm during intercourse without special attention and time given to her clit. More than half the time she felt satisfied enough by good penetration even when no orgasm ensnared her. Once in a while she would masturbate herself while John was inside her in order to get off. He loved when she did this, but rarely did she find it was worth the effort, and often she was so much in her head, that it would take too long, and John would finish before she had success. Tonight, though, he left her wanting more. She was not disappointed in John’s performance, which was totally on par. But she hadn’t realized until after they had sex just how much she remained in want of someone else.

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Chapter 01 – Beginning the new job

While there are probably similar stories, written by others, this original work of fiction has not been copied from anyone else. Don’t get obsessed with any possible errors in grammar, just go with the idea of the story and enjoy.

Where it begins . . .

At age 19, Julie Smith was broke, and about to be homeless. She had been trying to find a job but there just wasn’t any work in that part of the country. She was getting pretty discouraged. She must have submitted 50 job applications and no one took notice. She was about to throw in the towel when she saw a small ad in the paper.

“Looking for young, petite, single women to work for a company in the service industry. Must be open to a different work environment and be follow directions implicitly and without question. Must relocate to the corporate headquarters. Pay and promotions depends on how much you are willing to ‘fit in’. Must supply photo and references.”

Julie was a little puzzled at the wording of the job ad but she was desperate enough to ignore some of the red flags. She applied right away.

A week later, she got a FedEx package with an acceptance letter and a one-way airline ticket to the airport closest to the corporate headquarters of Forever Yours. Julie was met at the small airport by a limo driver holding a sign with her name on it. The limo’s blacked out windows prevented her from seeing anything on the route between the airport and corporate headquarters.

When the limo stopped, Julie stepped out to find herself at the front door of Forever Yours. After signing in at the front desk, she was ushered into the hiring office. She spent the next couple of hours filling out all the required forms for employment and housing. She was supplied an employee handbook that outlined conduct and the corporate apparel. Once the usual stuff was taken care of, she was escorted to the office of her department supervisor.

John Davis, her department supervisor, spent the next hour going over who she would be working for, what she would be doing, and the rules of the office. She was told she would be advising clients about the use and benefits of the company’s products and for the time being, her desk would be right outside Mr. Davis’ office. Some of the company’s products dealt with intimate products for women. In order for Julie to be familiar enough for her to advise clients, she would have to try out the products herself. Julie was about to object when Mr. Davis sternly reminded her of the company’s strict policy about following directions to the letter.

After getting Julie settled in at her desk and providing her with one of the company’s catalogs to peruse, Mr. Davis brought her one of the more popular items it try. It was specific for women and was like an energy drink, but with some additional benefits. Not only did it boost a woman’s energy level, but it heightened her sex drive. One of the synthetic hormones in the drink, caused breasts to swell and firm up by at least one cup size. At the same time as making the breast firmer, the surface skin was softer and more sensitive. In a number of women, they began to lactate, to the delight of boyfriends and husbands alike who enjoyed sucking them. The company provided it free to the women of the office. Julie took a few sips, liked it, then downed the whole glass is short order. She figured, if it gave her a little extra up top, she could use some enhancements. Mr. Davis was happy to provide her with another, as Julie skimmed the pages of the catalog.

At the end of the workday, Mr. Davis walked Julie to her living quarters in a connected building. He showed her how to work everything and strongly recommended she further familiarize herself with the company and its products via the closed-circuit TV in her quarters. When her boss left, Julie began to check out everything in her quarters. First things first, she was hungry and she started to check out what was in the cupboards and refrigerator to eat. The company had provided her with a wide variety of food choices. When she opened the refrigerator, she found it was well stocked with the drink she had been provided at work. She had one with her meal and another while she sat back and watched the company’s videos.

That evening, she slept comfortably.

When she awoke, she felt better than she had ever felt. Over the next few days, she noticed some changes. Her skin seemed to be softer, her breasts seemed to be fuller & firmer, and she had lots of energy. By the end of the week she noticed her breasts were a full size larger. Her current bras were too small to fit comfortably and she would have to go without on Monday morning. She hoped her boss wouldn’t notice the lack of a bra when she arrived for work on Monday.

On Monday morning, she dressed in a cotton button-down blouse and a mid-length skirt, with comfortable panties underneath. When she arrived at her desk, there was one of those delicious drinks waiting for her on her desk. tandoğan escort Soon after sitting down at her desk, Mr. Davis called her into his office.

As she stood in front of his desk, John got up from his chair and told her he had some additional products she would be trying out. On the couch lay a device, attached to a belt, with tubes sticking out of it and suction cups on the end of the tubes. A garment was laying nest to the device as well.

The device was something that strapped to the waist. It had a power pack, a small collection bottle, and long tubes coming off the power pack that connected to suction cups that were about 3 inches in diameter. Where the tube connected with the suction cup, there was a short section that was about an inch long and a larger diameter than the tube. Mr. Davis explained that the suction cups attached to the tip of the breast, with the nipple fitting into the larger diameter part of the tube. Mr. Davis explained how it worked and all the benefits of the device, which include making the nipples longer, fatter, and more sensitive.

As Mr. Davis went on about the benefits of the device, Julie was thinking she was not quite sure it was something she would use. When Mr. Davis finished with his explanation, he told Julie to remove her blouse and bra so she could try it out. With her hesitation to do so, especially in front of her male boss, Mr. Davis again reminded her of the company’s rule about following orders without question. After taking a moment to reflect on her previous unemployment, Julie started undoing the buttons on her blouse. When the last one was undone and she took it off, Mr. Davis took it from her, folded it and placed it on a nearby filing cabinet. Julie’s 35 C cup breasts were now in full view of Mr. Davis.

John noticed her nipples were stiffening some and wasn’t sure if was from arousal or the cool air they were now exposed to. What Julie didn’t know was that her nipple firmness was more due to arousal, in large part to the drink she’d been consuming for the past week.

John picked up the garment, a sort of bustier that supported, but left the breasts fully exposed and fitted Julie with it. He next buckled the device to her waist, led the tubes through a couple of straps so they came up just below her breasts. He picked up a small tube of jell, lightly coated the inside of the suction cups before fitting them over Julie’s nipples. Reaching down to the device at her waist, he turned a dial and turned the device on.

With that, he immediately dismissed her to go back to work. As soon as Julie sat down, the device finished its power-up sequence and started working. As she began to do her daily tasks, she felt a pulsating suction gently tug her nipples into the enlarged section at the tip of the suction cups. The device kept it up all day long. By the end of the day, her nipples had grown a quarter inch in length and looked fatter than before. There was also some fluid drawn out of her nipples, into the tubes.

At the end of her workday, she was allowed to take the suction device off but told to keep the bustier on the rest of the evening and wear it to work the next morning. When she went to retrieve her blouse from Mr. Davis’ office she found he had thrown it away. She resolved herself to wearing the new garment instead.

Her evening was spent with dinner, sipping on the company drinks, and watching the company videos. She slept soundly that night. Upon waking, her breasts felt even fuller than previous days and there was more leakage from her nipples. Showering, she washed off her nipples, ate breakfast, put on her new work garment, and headed off to work.

John was already at his desk when Julie arrived and he called her into his office to make sure she was again fitted with the suction device. When it was firmly secured to her breasts, she was sent back to her desk. The day went by unremarkably, except that toward the end of the day, she noticed her nipples were now almost ¾ inch long and fat enough to fill the larger tube at the end of the suction cups. Her nipples were now steadily leaking a milky fluid.

A half hour before quitting time, john called her into his office to check progress on the suction device. John had Julie stand in front of his chair, as he turned off the device and pulled the suction cups free of her breasts. Using his hands, he checked the firmness of her breasts. His fingers gently rolled her nipples, as he remarked at how nice they looked and felt. Julie was taken by surprise when he suddenly leaned forward and put one of her nipples into his mouth and began sucking. She was about to pull away from him but the wonderful sensation of having her nipples sucked by a man, soon overtook her and she just closed her eyes and let it happen.

As John sucked, he was rewarded with a steady flow of breast milk from Julie’s long nipple. When he had sucked it dry, he went to the other one and did the same. tunalı escort Julie was half way to an orgasm when John finished sucking the milk from both of Julie’s breasts. As soon as John finished sucking her breasts of all her milk, he dismissed her for the day. As good as it felt to have her nipples licked and sucked, Julie was a little disappointed he’d left her unfulfilled.

He weekend was uneventful except for the fullness in her breasts returned. She knew that by Monday morning, she would be needing to have Mr. Davis empty them like he did on Friday afternoon. She did not get very much sleep on Sunday night. Every time she shifted her position, her sensitive nipples would brush across the sheet and cause them to leak small droplets of milk.

By the time she reached her desk on Monday morning, her breasts were so full of milk, they were to the point of painful. She went straight to Mr. Davis’ office to plead with him to take her nipples into his mouth and drink from them until they had been drained enough to bring her relief.

John smiled at how the once reserved young woman of just a week ago, was standing in front of him, pleading with him to suck her breasts. He was more than happy to oblige her but first he needed her to try on another product. Julie was in such desperate need to have her milk emptied, she readily agreed.

John told her to open the little box on the corner of his desk. Inside, there were a pair of split-crotch panties with a difference she’d never seen before. On the inside of them, at the top of the spit opening, there was a little nub attached to a miniature device. Julie quickly slipped off the panties she had on and, at John’s direction, put them in the trash. Slipping on the new ones, she found the little nub on the inside, fit snugly into the top of her slit, right up against her clit.

While she was removing her old panties and putting on the new ones, John made sure she kept her skirt up so he could see her hair covered pussy as she changed. As she swapped panties, he told her she would have to shave all of the hair off so that it was perfectly smooth. She needed to have her milk emptied ASAP and there was not time to argue about this additional request.

With the new panties in place, he had Julie stand in front of his chair. Her heavily laden breasts were in front of him and her fat, ¾ inch long nipples were begging to be sucked. The word “Please” had barely left Julie’s lips when John leaned forward and began feasting on the sweet milk streaming from her breast.

Julie was beginning to feel some relief as her right breast began to empty. As John sucked, Julie closed her eyes and reveled in not only having the satisfaction of relief from the fullness in her breast, but the wonderful feeling of having her nipple sucked. Before John had half emptied her right breast, Julie pulled her nipple from his mouth and quickly replaced it with the left one. The left breast was too swollen and painful to wait until John had completely drained her right breast. As her left breast was being emptied, she ran her fingers through his hair to encourage him to keep going and to acknowledge that what he was doing felt so good.

When her left breast was only partially emptied, John quit sucking on her nipple, much to Julie’s disappointment. He told her he other things to attend to and didn’t have time to finish draining her of milk. With that, he sent her back to her desk. Reluctantly, Julie tried to busy herself with her normal duties.

About a half hour later, she became aware of a tingling sensation in her pussy, more precisely in her clit. The sensation was un-mistakable. The little nub that was crafted into the panties, now in direct contact with her clit, was causing her clit to react. It wasn’t enough to completely grab her full attention but enough to know her clit was being stimulated. This went on for quite some time before there was a surge in the stimulation that made her stop what she was doing and grab the desk. Just as suddenly as it hit her, it was gone. All the rest of the day, the slight stimulation and the surges would happen at unpredictable times, putting Julie on her way to an orgasm before leaving her part of the way there.

Julie’s behavior did not go unnoticed by her boss, Mr. Davis. He would watch her working away on something, start to lose focus on what she was doing, then completely stop and grab the desk to brace herself. It was all perfectly timed to his turning on a small remote control, then rotating an intensity dial on the remote control.

As mentioned before, this went on all morning and all afternoon. By close to the end of the workday, Julie was in a pretty worked up state. Her partially drained breasts from early morning, had swelled to a painful fullness. Her pussy was in a highly aroused state from the stimulation on her clit. About half an hour before quitting time, Mr. Davis called her into his office to check on her progress. türbanlı escort As soon as she stood before him, her hands cupped her breasts in a silent request for him to again suck her fat nipples and this time drain ALL the milk from them.

The additive drinks not only caused her breasts to produce a generous supply of milk, but her nipples had permanently changed to being swelled and ¾ inch in length. Such changes in her nipples had been part of the formulation of the drink, to allow the person sucking on them to easily keep them in their mouth.

As John began to drain her right breast, the sensations in her clit came alive again. With her eyes closed and her head slightly thrown back, she began to moan softly. By the time John had drained her other breast, she was wiggling back and forth,, on her way to a delicious orgasm.

When John finished drinking all her milk, he licked his lips and indicated he wanted to see how the panties were working out for her. Getting up from his chair, he told her to lean over his desk, with her forearms squarely on the desktop, then spread her legs. When she had done as he commanded, he came up behind her, lifted her skirt up onto her back, exposing her firm ass, covered by the split crotch panties. Using first one finger, then two, he began working her soaked pussy. Under normal circumstances, this would constitute sexual harassment but Julie was in such sexual need, she soon was enjoying having his fingers in her drenched pussy.

John could tell she was getting into it when he stopped moving his fingers in her pussy, leaving them buried deep in her. He heard her whimper in disappointment that he stopped. To find out how disappointed she was, he asked her point blank to tell him if she wanted him to continue. Her first reply was weak and he asked her to say it louder. When she gave him a definite positive response that she did, he yanked his fingers out of her pussy. This time he asked her if she wanted him to fuck her. As before, her answer was weak, and he kept asking her to repeat her response until she was almost shouting at him to fuck her.

She was in mid-sentence when she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then swiftly bury all 8 inches into her. The speed at which he entered her took her breath away. She was given little time to contemplate this intrusion into her womb for John was soon thrusting vigorously into her. With a free hand, John grabbed the remote to the clit stimulator in her panties and turned it up full.

Julie soon found herself shoving back to meet John’s cock, trying to drive his cock as deep into her womb as possible. John’s office was filled with the sounds of animalistic sex and bodies slapping together. The scent of sex was heavy in the air.

John was wanting to make the assault of her pussy last for quite a while but her body’s response to being fucked was too much of a stimulation for him. Julie was fast approaching an unstoppable large climax and when it hit her, the walls of her pussy clamped down on John’s cock and made it hard to slide in and out of her, despite the excessive lubrication of her juices. It was more than he could control and his cock began to unload shot after shot of sticky cum, deep into her womb.

It was more than a few minutes before Julie’s convulsing pussy released John’s cock enough to allow him to pull out. When he did, it was with a squishy sound, followed by a stream of their combined cum. Reaching between her legs, his fingers scooped up a large amount of this cum and placed it to her lips, telling her to lick his fingers clean. She was too exhausted to object, as she sucked them clean. When she had cleaned his fingers, he had her take her own fingers and scoop up all the cum leaking from her pussy, and lick it off. When she had done that, John had her turn around, kneel down and suck the cum remnants from his cock. As all this was happening, there was still a buzzing in her clit, even though John had turned off the remote after he had flooded her pussy with cum.

Before she left to go back to her quarters, John handed her a shaving kit and reminded her that he wanted her pussy shaved completely bald when she arrived for work the next morning.

That night, she went to bed early but slept in fits. She had worn to bed the panties that had the clit stimulator and frequently during the night it would start working her clit into an engorged state before shutting off. It would get her worked up and started down the path of an orgasm, only to shut off and leave her wanting. Combining this with her milk swelled breasts, she was in an extreme state of sexual need by the time she arrived at work.

Stopping by Mr. Davis’ office first thing, Julie was handed a new set of the split crotch panties with the stimulator to put on. Having her put them on in his office, gave him the opportunity to check to see had shaved all the hair from below, like he had requested. Julie didn’t hesitate at his commands, her swollen breasts needed attention ASAP and Mr. Davis was not going to attend to her need until she had changed panties and displayed her bald pussy for him. When she was sure he was satisfied with the looks of her pussy, she stepped in front of him, like previous times, to have him take her long fat nipples into his mouth so he could suck all the sweat milk from them.

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After months of flirting with Scott at the dance club each Friday night, Jen finally decided to take it to the next level and was she ever glad she did. Scott fucked her like no one ever had and for the first time in her life she fully understood the meaning of good dick.

After a weekend of non-stop sucking and fucking, Jen had to force herself to put Scott out of her apartment before her ex-husband, Ken, brought her son KJ home from the weekend. Even though it was none of his business, the last thing she needed was to ruin her incredible weekend with a macho confrontation between Ken and Scott. Plus, she was not yet ready to introduce her son to Scott.

When Ken called to ask if he could keep KJ for another night and take him to daycare in the morning, Jen was upset that he had waited so late to call. She thought to herself, “that no good fuck would call after I made Scott leave.” She started to call Scott to come back over to resume their weekend of intense fucking, but truth be told, Jen was sore and completely exhausted. After going without sex for so long, her pussy could use the rest and before she knew it, she was curled up in bed and sound asleep.

Jen woke up early Monday morning with a smile on her face. She was well rested from a good night’s sleep and she had vivid memories of her weekend with Scott running through her mind. Plus, she couldn’t wait to tell her best friend, Alex, and her assistant manager, Mary, about her amazing weekend. No longer did her sex life have to live vicariously through Mary’s wild sexual escapades or Alex’s claims of giving good dick to his wife, Katrina. For the first time, she was the one who actually had a steamy sexual adventure to tell.

With Ken taking KJ to daycare, Jen was able to get to work super early to take care of the usual problems that arose in the office over the weekend. So, as soon as Mary got to work, Jen called her into her office and closed the door.

“What’s got you in such a peppy and cheerful mood on Monday morning?” Mary asked. “The only time I’m in that good a mood is after I get some good … OH MY GOD! Don’t tell me you finally did it with Scott.”

“We did more than do it. We did it over and over. We fucked so many times I lost count.”

“Damn! I can see from your excitement that it must have been good. Well don’t leave me hanging. Tell me every detail.”

“Girl, get your hormones under control. Let me call Alex and I’ll tell you guys all about it.”

“Hey Alex, it’s me. Do you have time to talk?”

“You know I always have time for you Jen. Especially since you didn’t return my call on Saturday. How’d everything go with Scott Friday night?”

“That’s why I’m calling. I wanted to tell you about my weekend. Mary’s here too so let me put you on speaker.”

Mary interjected, “Alex you may want to close your office door. Based on the way she’s acting, this has potential to be good.”

For the next hour, Jen proceeded to tell Alex and Mary every erotic detail about her incredible weekend with Scott. From the rhythmic lovemaking she experienced on Friday night to how he repeatedly fucked the shit out of her in every position imaginable, in every room of her apartment, throughout the entire weekend. As she was telling the story, Jen noticed Mary’s constant fidgeting in her chair. She couldn’t help but hope that her story was having the same effect on Mary as Mary’s adventures always had on her. When she was done telling her story, she got her answer.

Mary abruptly got out of her chair and said, “I need the keys to the executive apartment.”

“Why do you need the keys to the executive apartment?” Jen asked with a knowing smile on her face.

“Don’t be a smart ass. You know damn well why I want the keys. Unlike you, I don’t have my own office or apartment on site. I’ve got to go somewhere to take care of my needs.”

“Don’t be too long and straighten up when you’re finished,” Jen stated as she threw Mary the keys, “we may need to show that apartment to a potential client.”

“Damn, you did a number on Mary,” said Alex, “your story turned her on so much, she needs to go fuck herself.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t take much to turn Mary on. That’s the horniest woman I’ve ever known. She was probably turned on before I even started talking.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Jen. That was one hot as story. I didn’t think Scott had it in him, but it sounds like he definitely showed you what good dick is all about. And based on what you just told us, he showed you time and time again.”

“Alex, I’ve never experienced anything like it before in my life. I actually lost count of the number of times he made me cum. I mean he literally fucked my brains out.”

“I’m happy for you Jen, but now comes the hard part where you have to be careful.”

“What the hell are you talking about Alex? Be careful about what?”

“Good dick! Now that you’ve had it, you’ll want it again and again.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, ulus escort as long as you can control it. I’m telling you, Jen, good dick is like a drug. You’ll find yourself thinking about it all the time and even when you think you’re not. Your nipples will be hard or your pussy wet for no apparent reason. That’s because even subconsciously you’ll be craving good dick and before you know it, you’re an addict.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“If you don’t believe me, ask Katrina. She still can’t get enough good dick from me … and we’ve been married for almost five years.”

“Alex, you’re a cocky little bastard, you know that. But if you’ve been fucking Katrina the way Scott fucked me, I don’t blame her.”

“Look Jen, just take it slow. You remember how quickly you fell in love with Ken’s good looks and 9-inch dick, only to find out he was a selfish no good fuck. Well, Scott seems like a pretty good guy, but just because he fucked your brains out, don’t go falling in love with him. Trust me, he’s not the only guy out there that knows how to fuck and if Katrina ever gave me the green light, I’d show you myself.”

“You’re a trip Alex, but that’s why I love you so much. You’re always looking out for me.”

“That’s what I’m here for Jen. But I got to go now. You got my dick so hard, I need to call Katrina so I can meet her for lunch and give her another dose of some good dick.”

“Sounds more like you’re looking for a dose of good pussy.”

“No doubt about that. Let me tell you, good pussy is ten times more addictive than good dick and you know me, I’m going to be a happy-ass addict until the day I die. Now let me go so I can go get some. I’ll talk to you later.”

Over the next few days, Jen thought a lot about what Alex had said. She had been in a constant state of arousal since the weekend. She masturbated in her office as soon as she got off the phone on Monday and she had also done it every night this week. She could still bring herself to orgasm by masturbating, but her fingers seemed to have lost their magical touch. No longer was she fully satisfied just by manipulating her clit and fingering her pussy. Now that she had experienced what good dick feels like, she wanted more. In fact, she needed more. She hated to admit it, but maybe Alex was right; she was craving for good dick.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t see Scott again until Friday night when they resumed their weekly night out dancing. When he called earlier in the week inviting her over to his house for dinner and to meet his friends before going out dancing, Jen was ecstatic. Since Alex and Katrina would be babysitting KJ at her apartment, she had planned on bringing Scott back to the executive apartment, but this works out even better. She would go to Scott’s house, meet his friends, send them on their merry way, skip dancing, stay at Scott’s house and fuck the night away.

Throughout the day on Friday Jen’s body was on fire. The anticipation of the night had her nipples hard, skin tingling and pussy wet all day. She masturbated twice in her office to take the edge off, but that only provided temporary relief. She was convinced that nothing would satisfy her until she received another dose of good dick.

When she arrived at Scott’s house, she was disappointed to see that a few of his friends were already there. She had deliberately arrived early with the intention of getting a quickie in before his friends arrived. So much for that idea.

Scott opened the door to let her in and was absolutely stunned at how good she looked. He had seen her every Friday night for the past several months and had seen her transformation from a relatively conservative good-looking mother type to a hot sexy woman; but he had never seen her look so good. Her skirt came down just below her thighs and accentuated her shapely legs and incredibly round ass. Her shirt was just tight enough to help squeeze her D cup tits to display the perfect amount of cleavage. Looking far younger than her 30 years, her facial features were more cute than drop dead gorgeous, but she had the prettiest brown eyes and the sexiest smile you could ever possibly have.

All Scott could say was “WOW.” They kissed hello and although it was a rather quick peck on the lips, it still sent shivers down Jen’s spine. Not since she first laid eyes on her ex-husband’s 9-inch monster dick had she so looked forward to having sex. Only this time, she knew from experience that she would not be disappointed. She had made it this far, now all she had to do was get through dinner, and then Scott would be hers for the taking.

Scott’s friends seemed nice enough, but other than Mike, the guy Mary took home to fuck the first night the girls went out dancing, Jen couldn’t remember anyone’s name. She was too busy thinking about what was to come later in the night and really couldn’t focus on getting to know his friends. As they were about to sit down to eat, Jen excused herself yenimahalle escort to the bathroom to freshen up.

As she was about to rejoin the dinner party, Scott walked into the bathroom and closed the door. “What are you doing in here?” Jen said slightly startled but pleasantly surprised.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been unusually quiet and seemingly preoccupied since you got here. And I think I may know why.”

“Oh, you think so.”

“Based on the way you’ve been looking at me and judging from your nipples trying to poke through your top, I think it may have something to do with this.” Scott said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick.”

Not giving her a chance to respond, Scott walked over and gave Jen an ever so tender kiss that again sent shivers down her body. She readily retuned to kiss and reached down to begin stroking his hardening dick. As their kissing intensified, Scott moved his hands under the back of her skirt. Happy that she was wearing a thong, he masterfully squeezed and caressed her magnificent ass as they continued to kiss. He lifted her up on top of the counter and moved his hands from her ass cheeks to the front of her panties. When he felt how wet her panties were, he knew she was more than ready to be fucked. He slid her panties to the side and when his fingers came in contact with her burning pussy, Jen let out an uncontrollable moan that was much louder than she had hoped. But at this point, she didn’t care who heard them. All she wanted was for Scott to fuck her right then and there.

Once he got her panties to the side, Scott slowly slid his now rock hard dick inside her hot pussy. After a few slow movements in and out, he increased the pace causing her to moan with each thrust. Jen resumed their kissing hoping to help muffle her moans as Scott masterfully fucked her. Just as she felt the beginning of what she hoped would be the first of many orgasms she would have this night, Scott did something totally unexpected. He stopped kissing her, pulled his hard dick out of her throbbing pussy, and began buckling his pants.

Dumbfounded and shell-shocked, Jen was momentarily speechless as Scott began washing his hands for dinner. Finally able to speak, Jen stuttered, “What …what are you doing?”

“It’s time to go eat.” Scott said nonchalantly with a smile on his face.

“No … It’s time you come back over here and finish fucking this pussy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that later. Come on, let’s go.” Scott said as he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Not believing what had just happened. Jen managed to straighten her panties, fix her skirt, and collect herself as best she could before leaving the restroom. When she entered the dining room, everyone was sitting at the table waiting for her. Suddenly she felt a bit self-conscious and wondered how much they had heard.

Throughout dinner everyone was laughing and carrying on, but Jen kept think about what happened in the bathroom. “How could he have stopped like that.” The more she thought about it the more she wanted him and the hornier she became. The fact that Scott kept smiling and winking at her was not helping. What kind of game is he trying to play and why is he teasing me like this. The anxiety was definitely having an effect on her body. Her pussy was so wet they had literally soaked her panties and her nipples were aching to be released. She didn’t know how much more she could take being in such an aroused condition.

After dinner, Scott excused himself to go upstairs to finish getting ready before going out. Seeing an opportunity to get back at him, Jen snuck away to join him upstairs. She entered his bedroom and closed the door. Without saying a word, she raised her skirt and seductively lowered and stepped out of her panties. In her sexiest walk she strolled over to Scott and tenderly kissed his lips as she caressed the growing bulge in his pants. She knelt down, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, all the while looking up at him with her sexy eyes. She pulled out his hard dick and began licking the length of its shaft, getting it nice and wet with her saliva. She began stroking him ever so gently as she placed the head between her parted lips. Slowly she slid more and more in her mouth until she had fully engulfed his entire 6-inches.

Having sucked her ex-husband’s monster dick for years, she had no problem deep-throating Scott.

As she slowly pulled his dick out, her lips remained firmly on his shaft and she began swirling her tongue around his head. She repeated the process and increased the pace by bobbing her head up and down. Scott closed his eyes, tilted his head back and began to moan. Jen was giving him the blowjob of his life and he knew that he had lost control and would not be able to keep from cumming much longer.

Hearing his moans and feeling him gyrate his hips as he fucked her mouth, Jen was actually starting to smile as she continued sucking his dick. She thought to herself, you suck a man’s dick and he becomes putty in your hands. She knew that she had totally turned the tables on him and was now in control. Knowing there was no way he could resist her now, she did what Scott did earlier and just stopped. She got up, walked over to the edge of the bed, turned her back to him, pulled up her skirt, spread her legs and bent over to expose her incredible ass and wanton pussy, and seductively said, “now get over here and finish fucking this hot pussy.”

Unable to resist, Scott immediately walked up behind her, stuck his throbbing dick in her soaking wet pussy, and starting fucking her just like she had intended. “That’s it baby, fuck that pussy! Fuck that pussy! Oh yeah, make that pussy cum.” Jen was in heaven and on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm when Scott did the unthinkable. He stopped again.

“Nooooooo!” Jen exclaimed. “How could you possibly stop?”

“We can finish later. I’m sure everyone is waiting for us. It’s time to get to the club.” Scott said as he fixed his pants.

“I don’t want to go. Let’s just stay here and keep fucking. Please Scott. I need that dick.” Jen pleaded as she realized she’d lost control again.

“Don’t worry, I plan on giving you some more a little later. But now let’s go dancing.” Scott said as he walked towards the door. “I think I’ll take these with me,” he said as he picked up her panties, gave her a wink and walked out of the bedroom.

On the drive to the club, Jen sat in the car in complete silence. She could not believe that she had been on the brink of cumming two separate times only to have it snatched away from her at the last minute. Part of her was pissed with Scott for putting her through this, but she was mostly in awe of him. Not in her wildest dreams could she ever imagine anyone having such self- control. Here she was, like a bitch in heat begging to be fucked, and he’s over there with a wide-ass grin on his face seemingly cool as a cucumber. No matter how hard she tried to stay pissed at him, all she could think about was how good his dick felt inside her.

Once inside the club, they immediately hit the dance floor. If possible, Jen and Scott had even more chemistry on the dance floor than they did in the bedroom. After months of being dance partners they were able to move together like poetry in motion. Jen had hoped that a few dances would help relieve some of the tension that had built up throughout her body, but it actually made things worse. The dance floor was crowded and Scott’s hands and other body parts were constantly rubbing up against her. Every time he touched her simply added fuel to the fire. And on fire she was. When he put his arm around her waist, pulled her closer against his body, and ever so smoothly worked his thigh between her legs; she knew she couldn’t take much more. Their bodies were moving as one and desperately seeking relief any way she could, she tried to grind her pussy against his thigh. When the song ended and Scott pulled away, Jen had had enough. She came up behind him, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the exit.

“Where are we going,” Scott said as she dragged him out towards the car.

“Just shut the hell up and come with me.”

“I want you to fuck me right here! Right Now! And if you don’t, I swear I will go back in there and find someone who will.”

Knowing from the look in her eyes that she meant it. It was not exactly what he had planned, but Scott knew it was time to stop playing games and go in for the kill.

He walked up to her and they began kissing with fervor. Their hands were all over each other as he lifted her ass up onto the hood of the car. Oblivious to their surroundings and not giving a shit if anyone was around, Scott pull out his dick and rammed it in Jen’s eager pussy. In her heightened state of arousal, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to cum and sure enough after only a few thrusts, her body exploded into an orgasm.

Scott felt the contractions in Jen’s pussy as her entire body convulsed from her orgasm and he damn near came himself; but he was determined to give her the fucking she so craved. He grabbed her by the ankles, spread her legs in an upward V, and increased the pace of his fucking.

Jen could not believe the stamina and will power of this man, who continued to fuck her for what seemed like an eternity. Recovered from her first orgasm, Jen was again moaning uncontrollably and felt herself on the verge of another powerful orgasm. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, she started cumming for the second time. Scott tried to keep up the fucking, but her pussy was squeezing his dick and it was more than he could handle. Voicing inaudible grunts and groans, he joined her in orgasmic bliss and dumped a heavy load of cum deep inside her.

Suddenly aware that they were completely out in the open for anyone to see, they quickly climbed in the back seat of the car to catch their breath and regain some form of composure. Not completely satisfied, Jen was ready to go at it again and whispered in his ear, “sit back and relax, Loverboy, it’s my turn to do the work.” She lowered her head to his crotch and began sucking his dick back to life.

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The next day I spent all morning working on the incredible photos from the shoot with Vicky and “Dude”. I had to admit, these were absolutely amazing shots, showing the couple in various erotic poses until finally Dude shot his load of cum all over Vicky and her fantastic tits.

I had been working on the shots with a semi-hard cock all day, and still as I progressed through the series my dick would harden at each new picture. I was determined to finish the edit before I sought relief, but it was becoming more difficult with each shot. I wanted to stroke my rigid shaft as I viewed the photos and remembered the scene from the night before, but I forced myself to be disciplined. So I went on to the deck where I knew I would not be able to do anything in view of the public beach, yet I had the privacy to edit the erotic images on my laptop.

I got up to get a beer from the fridge, and was conscious of the tent in my shorts as I walked into the house, but I figured that no one would be able to see that from the beach, so I was okay. However, when I returned to the deck there was Diane sitting at the table in a hot pink bikini. She was looking at the laptop, and I tried to remember what picture was on the screen. I was embarrassed so say the least as I stood there with my dick rapidly going flaccid and my face turning red.

“Wow,” she said. “This is an incredible picture Joe.” I walked over to the table to see what image she was looking at. It was a close-up of Vicki’s tits with the dude’s cock just touching the tip to one nipple. I remembered that I had been working on the skin tones, smoothing out the tits and the veins on the cock as it glistened with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.

“Um, I was just, you know,” damn I sounded like a fucking teenager caught looking at a porn magazine. “I’m editing.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had such great pictures?” she asked. As she said this she leaned forward and I saw more of her fantastic tits in that tight bikini. The sight of those tits next to the screen with the erotic picture of Vicki sucking a cock was enough to cause my dick to twinge in unconscious excitement. “You know Joe, you really must teach me more of your secrets!”

Just then the doorbell rang, spoiling a moment that I really did not want spoiled. “I’ll be right back,” I said, stepping back into the house. As I opened the door I had a feeling as to who might be there, and I was correct — it was Vicky!

“I was just in the neighborhood, and thought I’d drop in!” she said in a sexy voice. She was wearing tight shorts and a skimpy white top with thin straps that looked to be ready to break under the weight of her tits. Her nipples were clearly visible through the shirt, and evidently she was already aroused, or she was very cold for the warm summer afternoon.

“Hey Vicky,” I said, somewhat uncomfortable. I was keenly aware that Diane was still on the patio looking at photos of Vicky and her boyfriend, and frankly I was not sure how Vicky would feel about it. I was afraid she would be mad, so I was about to tell her it was not a good time for me, but she sensed my hesitation and slid right past me into the house, brushing those great tits against my chest as she passed by.

“Come on in,” I said ironically as she walked into the living room. “Want something to drink?” I was trying to stall for time as she walked toward the patio where Diane was still sitting at the laptop. Fortunately, the screen was facing away so Vicky could not see what was on it. But clearly she did see Diane sitting at the patio table in her pink bikini.

“It’s my friend from yesterday,” she exclaimed, hurrying out to the patio. “HI! Remember me?”

Diane was already standing, no doubt seeing Vicky through the glass door. As she stood she casually closed the lid on the computer, much to my relief. “Of course I remember you,” said Diane warmly. The girl with the lost top!”

“That’s me!” exclaimed Vicky coming around the table to give Diane a hug.

“Diane, this is Vicky,” I said.

“And yes, I think I’d love a drink,” said Vicky as she pulled up a seat at the table.

“Me too, thanks for asking,” added Diane with a cold tone. I could tell that I was going to be in trouble!

I went into the kitchen to make drinks, and watched carefully through the glass as the women talked. I had no idea what they were mamak escort discussing, but I felt nervous all the same.

Bringing the drinks out, I joined the girls at the patio table in the shade. By this time they were laughing at yesterday’s escapades on the beach like they were long lost friends. “So did you and your friends finally make it home last night?” asked Diane.

Vicky shot me a quick glance before she said, “Oh, yes. In a roundabout way. But not until late in the evening.”

“Well I’m glad you made it safely. You were pretty wasted!”

“Yeah, and you know how things are when you are drunk,” added Vicky. “I tend to really let myself go wild, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh really?” asked Diane innocently. “What wild things did you do last night?”

“I’m not saying!” giggled Vicky with another glance at me. “But it sure was fun!”

I was enjoying the show of the two beautiful women at the table, and I knew that they each had some idea of what the other one knew, but they continued to dance around the truth as if they were truly hiding it.

“You know Joe here has been so nice to me, he helped me and my friend out last night,” Vicky said as she sipped on her drink. She went on to make up an elaborate story of her friend and her falling asleep on the sand, then waking with no phones and knocking on my cabin door late at night to ask for a ride home. While she spun the tale, Diane glanced at me knowingly.

I was pretty sure that Diane had not seen any photo’s of Vicky’s face in the computer as of yet. But she certainly was no dummy, and the tits right there in front of her were clearly the same ones in the picture. But it was not until she glanced at me while Vicky was speaking that she confirmed her suspicion. I had never been a good liar, and the look on my face must have given it away as her eyes grew wide with the awareness.

“How about another round?” asked Diane, holding up an empty glass.

I went back inside and mixed a pitcher of Tequila Sunrises, and brought out glasses for all of us. We sat around talking about the beach, the local shops, and the girls talked about guys. As we talked and drank, the tension in my mind really drained and I realized that I was just enjoying the company of these two hot babes on a nice afternoon. They certainly seemed to enjoy each other as well. Sexual innuendos were flying as the conversation about boys turned to more graphic details.

“You know what I hate?” asked Vicky with a slight slur at this point.

“What’s that?” replied Diane.

“When the guy finishes so fast and then he is just – done. I mean its fun and all, but when he is done then you are just left there with no relief,” Vicky said, with a friendly job towards me.

“Hey, I’m not the bad guy here!” I exclaimed. “We haven’t done anything,” I said to Diane in defense.

“Yeah Vicky! I know what you mean,” said Diane with a stern look at me that indicated she was not buying my protestation of innocence. “They just shoot their wad, and then leave you frustrated.”

“Shoot it off then go to sleep, leaving me wet and horny.” added Vicky with a push against my arm. “But let me tell you something,” she said in a conspiratorial voice leaning forward drunkenly. “I can take care of myself!”

“You go sister!” exclaimed Diane. “Taking care of business!”

At this the two of them fell into each others arms laughing at my discomfort and at their triumph of taking care of business.

“Hey, I almost forgot,” said Vicky in a loud voice. “My pictures!”

Suddenly I was keenly aware of the situation.

“Joe took some pictures of me last night, and I want to see them,” slurred Vicky with her arm around Diane.

“Well, I think you might better wait until tomorrow…” I began.

“Oh Joe, don’t be so rude. Vicky wants to see her photos!” Diane objected.

Okay, I may be a dumbass, but I suddenly grasped the possibilities present. I pulled Diane over and sat her down next to Vicky to let her control the computer. “Vicky, Diane will be our critic as she shows you the photo set. Anything she doesn’t like will not make it to the final cut unless you can convince her otherwise. All the photos Diane vetoes will be deleted. Fair enough?” I asked.

Vicky looked at Diane and seemed to take ofise gelen escort a second to consider the proposition. “Okay, I guess, but you have to let me convince you if we disagree.”

“That works for me,” Diane said, pulling her chair right up next to Vicky.

I was proud of the photos, and it looked as if Diane was impressed, but Vicky was simply ecstatic. She kept pointing and giggling at the various shots of her sucking and fucking. It was amazing.

“You really made me look good,” she said.

“Damn girl, you look fantastic,” complemented Diane. “Your tits look amazing! I wish mine looked that good.”

“Are you kidding me?” exclaimed Vicky. “From what I saw earlier you have great tits,” she said with a conspicuous look at Diane’s bikini. “You know what, I bet they look better than mine,” she said with a quick cup of her right tit.

“Well, we can see how they look together,” added Diane with a tipsy giggle.

I was holding my breath, waiting to see what was happening. I did not say a word out of fear that I might blow this incredible opportunity to see the two of them nude.

“Well,” said Vicky with a grin, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!”

Diane slid back her chair and reached back to untie her bikini top. But she held it close to her chest and simply said to Vicky, “Your turn!”

Vicky pulled off her tank top to reveal a black lacy bra which pushed her tits up nicely. She reached back and unclasped the bra, loosening it, but still left it on. “On three?”

They counted together, “One, two, three!” giggling they both revealed their breasts. Vicky slid the bra off her shoulders, and Diane let her top fall forward then reached back to untie it and allow it to hit the floor.

I just stood there with a raging hard on as I saw the two sets of tits facing each other.

“Oh, yours are much nicer than mine,” exclaimed Vicky as she stared at Diane’s tits.

“But yours are bigger,” Diane said with a view of Vicky’s breasts. “I guess we can call it a tie!”

“You know what, I don’t think this is fair,” pouted Vicky. “Joe is just getting a free ride here not having to show us anything.”

“Yeah, Joe,” interjected Diane with a grin up at me. “We have showed us ours, now we get to see yours!”

I was happy to oblige, taking off my shirt and then standing up so that my shorts were at the table level. I glanced around but the dunes hid us from most of the beach except directly in front of the patio, and that was empty.

“Come on, no chickening out,” teased Diane.

Vicky leaned back and began to run her fingers in a circle on her nipples, “Oh Joe, you got to see so much of me, it’s only fair that I get to see you,” she said with a tease.

At that sight my dick got another rush of blood, engorging it even more so that it was super hard. I pulled down on the elastic of my swim trunks. The fabric clung to my dick as I pulled the shorts downward. My cock was hung in the waist band for most of the way, but then it suddenly sprang free as I lowered the shorts to the floor. I slowly stood back up, completely naked with a raging hard on for the two topless women in front of me.

“Ohh, that’s nice!” clapped Vicky giggling in delight. I wasn’t sure if she was just teasing me or if she really liked it, but then she solved my dilemma by leaning over and grabbing my cock and pulling it toward her waiting mouth. Diane slid out of her chair and knelt down in front of me as well.

“I’ve never had a three-way before,” squealed Vicky, her tits bouncing as she began to stroke my cock. Diane did not say a word, she just leaned forward and took one of Vicky’s tits into her mouth and began to suck on it. Her head was next to my dick which Vicky was still stroking.

It was such an erotic sight that I was afraid I might erupt early, so I pulled back for a second from Vicky’s silky hands to lean down and take her left tit in my mouth, next to Diane who was sucking on the right tit. Me and Diane looked at each other as we sucked on Vicky’s tits and I slid my hands across Diane’s ass as we licked. She leaned over to me and gave me a deep, wet kiss as Vicky knelt down to join us.

The three of us were on our knees on the patio kissing. We were fully exposed to anyone who happened to walk by on otele gelen escort the beach, but only for a narrow path leading directly to the beach. I suppose anyone on the dunes could have seen us as well, but for the most part we were pretty secluded. Still, having a three way in the open like that was incredibly arousing! Not to mention that I had never had a three way before, so this was a double level of excitement for me in almost every sense!

Vicky reached down to my dick and began to stroke it as Diane began to work her way down my chest. She licked my nipples while I fondled her with one hand, and I reached into Vicky’s shorts with my other hand. I slipped my finger into her wet pussy as she moaned and stroked my dick.

Diane moved down to the tip of my penis which was gently moving with Vicky’s strokes. She grabbed Vicky’s hand to steady it, and slowly took my penis into her mouth. Her tongue ran over my tip sending sensations throughout my body. Responding I fingered Vicky even faster.

Diane continued to lightly suck on my tip as Vicky pulled away from us. She slid over behind Diane and pulled down her bikini as Diane worked on my cock. Spreading Diane’s legs apart Vicky crawled under her to lap up Diane’s juices from her cunt. Diane moaned in pleasure and responded by sliding my cock deep into her mouth.

Vicky was lying on her back underneath Diane licking on her pussy. I reached over and began to pull her shorts off, which she helped me to do. Now we were all three totally naked on my porch!

As if on cue, we all shifted positions so that I found myself on my back with Vicky giving me a blowjob. Diane straddled my face as she lowered her shaved pussy onto my lips. I thrust my tongue deep inside her as she rubbed her tits. Vicky was moving faster up and down on my shaft.

Then Vicky climbed on top of me and lowered her vagina on my dick, sliding it deep inside her. The girls began to kiss and rub each others breasts as they took me from top and bottom.

I was frantic with pleasure as we rode out our passions on the deck. Vicky was moaning with excitement and I could tell she was ready to cum. Diane reached down to finger Vicky’s clit and I increased my thrusting in her warm pussy. Vicky was riding me with her head tossed back and her hands rubbing those magnificent breasts when she climaxed. She began to loudly moan and thrash on my cock as waves of orgasm swept over her body. She finally collapsed on my chest with her head resting in Diane’s lap as I continued to fill her pussy with my penis. Slowly she rolled off me and Diane rose up to nestle her face in Vicky’s pulsing vagina. Diane’s ass rose in the air in invitation, and I immediately took position behind her to slowly sink my dick into her pussy, wet with my saliva.

I knew that I was getting close as I pounded Diane doggy style. Her tongue was still working on Vicky who was thrashing in multiple orgasms as the pace quickened. I reached around to finger Diane’s clit as I thrust into her.

Suddenly I felt Diane’s pussy grip my penis as she went into orgasm. She moaned in pleasure as she came with my cock deep in her vagina. I was only seconds from cumming as well.

She pushed back onto me hard, preventing my dick from motion as she rode another wave of orgasm. I was right on the edge, knowing that any movement would make me cum. Her pussy clamped down on me as she slowly began to relax. She pulled off me and laid down next to Vicky, both of them moaning in delight as I knelt over them with a raging hard on, pulsing with pre-cum.

“Shoot it on our tits,” Diane whispered as she eyed my cock. I did not need any further encouragement as I stroked my dick between them. Both girls leaned up to move closer to my penis as I continued to slide my hand up and down the well lubricated shaft.

With an amazing orgasm, my cock erupted in cum. I shot a huge load onto Diane’s tits as she moaned in delight. Vicky cupped her breasts as I shot my next load into the valley between her breasts. Stream after stream of hot cum coursed out of my cock as the girls reached up to take loads on their tongues. I’ve never cum so much in my life!

Finally I collapsed between the beauties, rolling onto my back. They both rolled over onto me, slippery with warm cum. The girls tongued each other as they rubbed the cum all over each other’s tits. They worked up to my mouth as we all three kissed, the taste of juices and cum all mixing together in a musky, arousing sensation.

That was an incredible encounter to be sure. But as I lay there exhausted I could not help but wonder what else was could possibly happen that summer. I can tell you, I was in for even more excitement to come!

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Strolling into the fancy iron gate of the sidewalk café, I was struck by the colors of the bright morning, as if the entire scene had been color washed. Sunlight glittered off every available surface, silverware, crystal goblets of juice, even the colorful petals of the bouquets that were the highlight of each table. Except for one table in the corner.

There sat a vision to stop the heart, with her black silk hair glistening. The demure act of crossing her legs only made her skirt slip up her leg. Her eyes were nearly closed as if in a daze. I knew instantly it was from her joy, for the tiny infant in her arms covered most of the bared flesh as he suckled. The skin of her shoulder was slick enough to make my eyes slip toward the swell of her chest.

A nervous glance at her face told me I had been caught, but her smile was anything but accusing. Her lips parted in a look of lust as she slowly, deliberately tilted the young babe down, revealing more of her gift. I saw pink.

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I awoke out of breath with the blood hammering in my groin with a ferocity I had not known for some time. Taking several deep breaths while trying to cling to the wonders of such an emotional dream, I glanced to see the wrinkled sheets empty beside me.

I should be exhausted from my half of the burden and the lack of sleep that it entailed, but I was taut as Cupid’s bowstring. I knew why I was so struck by my rus escort dream, and I knew what I must do.

“Good morning, my Vision,” I greeted her as I stepped into our living room.

In the soft morning light, she glowed with the contentedness of a new mother, almost identical to my fading memory. Her decorative, sheer-white nightie highlighted her like a magical aura as she shifted on the couch. She gave me a tired but charming smile as she shifted her almost black ringlets aside with her free hand. She wrapped our newborn in protective arms, and I sat next to her, turning to watch.

“You’re still radiant.” I returned her smile.

“Must be the kind light,” she laughed lightly.

“Had a dream about you,” I informed her as I watched her enchanting eyes watching me. I saw them drop to my lap as she caught the subtle subtext in my tone.

“Flattering?”

“More than you could know. I am stunned by you even in my dreams, it would seem.”

She instinctively knew the art of laughing without moving her chest. It was one of the countless small things that made her a naturally perfect mother.

“Do tell.”

“You were much like this, actually, but in public, maybe some French outdoor café.” This got tiny reactions that only a trained lover would notice, so I continued. “It was a bright morning, and it was as if we were meeting for the first time. It was awe and lust at first sight.” I grinned as I watched her eyes widen and her breathing quicken.

“Then whose child was it?”

“Beside the point,” I brushed aside her attempt to ease my passion with her comedy and pressed on earnestly. “Your creamy skin was showing as if demanding attention. sıhhiye escort You stopped me in my tracks and caught me staring.”

“Oh, I must have been very cross with you.”

“I believe the dream-you knew it was not my fault, completely out of my power, for you…began to expose more of yourself to me. Like a gift. But I woke in such a state before I could see much.” Her other nipple pointed at me through the filmy material, so I reached out to caress it. Slightly damp from an over-eager breast, the material matched the smooth feel of her skin. “The meaning was clear, though.”

“Don’t,” she admonished without any conviction, “they’re tender.”

“Am I not gentle as a feather?” I did not stop my gentle caresses. “Should be a wonderful contrast to the biting and sucking you are feeling on the other side.” She did not answer aloud, but her eyes closed. Her coos were now mixed with soft moans and sighs as I leaned in to continue the caress with my lips. Our greedy child tried to kick my face out of the way, so I moved to her neck and up to meet her hungry lips.

“I need to switch sides,” she whispered as we broke for breath. I moved the material down to expose her – more perfect than a dream. As she shifted our little bundle of joy, she looked at me with a comical mixture lust and accusation. “You’re going to mess up my head.”

“I think not,” I countered as I slowly knelt before her, trailing my fingertips along the insides of her knees. “I trust your intellect to distinguish between joy and pleasure. I’m betting you can feel both at once without any confusion – relax and bask in the sensations.”

With one last groan, she gave herself sincan escort to the contagious passion of the moment and her legs parted to my touch. Our child picked up on her mood and began to make happy sounds as he nursed.

“Such a bad influence,” she murmured as I placed gentle kisses on her exquisite skin. Her sheltered crevasse inched closer to my face and the material separated to reveal her need, swollen and moist.

I felt her tremble as my lips made first contact. She slid closer to me with several breathy coos. It made me smile as I began to make love to her musky sex with my mouth, the thought that I could not tell for whom those sexy coos were directed. Sighs and coos were constant as I delicately parted her lips, collecting moisture on my tongue and spreading it all around veil over her clit. As her breathing became more pronounced, I focused on her most sensitive area while using two fingers to part and fill her.

“Oh,” she began to repeat softly as she rode the rising swells of pleasure. As my tongue swirled around her clit, her muscles began to flutter softly, raising her on soft wings to her first orgasm since the birth. “Oh, my love, giving me a heart-attack-don’t-stop.”

I felt a hand ensnare my hair, and I knew not to move until she had been released from the grip of pleasure. When she withdrew her hand with satisfied sigh, I kissed my way out and straightened to look into her moist eyes.

“So powerful.” Her voice was filled with gratitude, and I vowed to do something similar very soon. She was once again my lover as well as the mother of our child. She met me for a lingering kiss, before reaching behind her for the small towel. She shifted our happy son to her shoulder, but she kept her smile fix on me.

“You just did that to avoid having to change the diaper,” she lightened the heavy moment.

“Deal,” I nodded with a lopsided grin as I rose. “I will even make you breakfast.”

“I care nothing for breakfast. You just better be prepared when he goes to sleep,” she warned lustfully.

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This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It’s a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast
Dennis, 25 years old, 5′ 11″, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.
Jill, 30 years old, 5′ 7″, 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.
Gina, 30 years old, 5’6″, 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill’s best friend.
Denise, 25 years old, 5’1″, 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ friend and works with Dennis.
Mike, 27 years old, 5’10”, 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise’s boyfriend.
Jeff, 33 years old, 6′, 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ brother.

Previously:

She pulled my arm that was over her in tight, pulling me close. She whispered so that I could barely hear her. “Promise me you won’t think bad of me.”

“About what?” Now she was scaring me.

“My past.”

“I promise.”

She turned her head toward mine. “I want you to promise that you will hear me out and understand about my past. No matter what, okay?”

“I promise that I will pay attention and listen to the most intriguing and beautiful woman I know and I will try to understand about your past.” I reiterated what she said and tried to make her understand that I was willing to listen with an open mind, but I was wondering what the hell this was about and how bad it was.

“Thank you.”

She seemed to relax a little and we lay there not talking for a while. I was really becoming concerned about her past now that she had made it so dramatic. What the fuck was in her past that had her so scared? Was I going to be able to uphold that promise? Had she been a drug addict, robbed banks, been a prostitute? What the hell had this strong, beautiful woman acting so scared and vulnerable? I was going to have to wait for her to tell me, but the vulnerability and desire for me to hold her was making me more attracted to her.

Present.

Chapter 4. Things Look Good.

September 30th, 2011

I slept well and only woke up when Jill tried to crawl out from under my arm from where I was still spooned up against her with my arm over her. She stood up and I slowly opened my eyes. She didn’t notice and I watched her in the morning light as she walked into the bathroom naked. She was a vision. What the hell was it that drew me to her so much? I had been with beautiful women before and my last girlfriend was known to be gorgeous. But this woman had something that completely intrigued me. Maybe it was all the suspense about her past and what she was holding back. Maybe it was the way she protected it and seemed so sure I was going to think badly of her and walk away. It made her seem vulnerable, almost childlike, and made me wonder if I was just trying to be protective of her. Or maybe sometimes, things actually happen like they describe in literature and sappy movies and love at first sight actually exists. Whatever it was, I was happy lying there in her bed.

I must have dozed off because suddenly I heard her walk back into the room and she had just gotten out of the shower, a towel on her head and her robe on. She saw me looking and grinned. I caught a good glimpse of her naked form under the robe and I wanted to see more.

“Sorry if I woke you.” She was at least civil this morning. Certainly better than the last time when she threw me out right after we had sex.

“No problem. What time is it?”

“It’s 6:30. What time do you normally get up for work? Don’t forget that it’s Friday.”

“Oh, yeah. Something was keeping all the blood from my brain last night and this morning, so I forgot.” I gave her a teasing grin. “I usually get up about this time. I try to get there by 7:30.”

She was smiling and seemed more relaxed than she had in a while. “Okay. Do you have time for breakfast?”

“I think I can stay for breakfast and be a little late this morning.”

“Good.” She flashed me her ass as she walked out the door. “I make a mean omelet.”

I grinned as I got up and yelled after her. “Is that all that’s on the menu?” A side of thighs might be good this morning!

I didn’t hear an answer and followed her downstairs, putting only my pants on.

When I got there she was rummaging around in the refrigerator and was ready to give me her answer. “Yes, that’s all that’s on the menu. I have to be at work in an hour. Help me chop some things up and let’s get this going.”

I demonstrated my prowess with a large knife, not knowing if she found it impressive or not, but I managed to chop up some onions, green and red peppers, and some ham without adding any fingers or blood and we made a quick omelet. She added some shredded cheese and it turned out to be awesome. We ate it pretty fast and both added some Tabasco. After breakfast she looked at me. “Can you clean up the dishes so that I can get out of here? I have an early meeting.”

I grinned. “Sure. I guess it’s the maid’s day off?”

She kızılay escort chuckled. “Yeah, I gave my staff the day off so that they wouldn’t be frightened by the oddball in my bed last night.” She walked over to me and kissed me lightly, but hugged me tightly.

I grinned as she came over, but during the hug I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I promise.”

She knew what I meant and she hugged me tighter for a second and then pulled back. I could see her searching my face for something and then she smiled. “Okay, got to go. Let yourself out and we’ll see you at work – lover.” She added that last word over her shoulder as she headed toward the stairs and I loved the way she said it.

I smiled and was very pleased with myself as I rinsed off the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. It was probably the only time I smiled and felt good when I was doing dishes. I went back up to her bedroom and she was in the bathroom putting on her eye makeup. She was leaning over the vanity looking into a small, round mirror that seemed to provide magnification for seeing your face up close when putting on the day’s war paint. I watched a little, staring first at her glorious ass, highlighted by the way her tight, silky looking panties stretched over it. I took in her legs, then her small waist and finally up over her bra covered chest in the mirror. I lingered some more over the spot where the tattoo had been removed. I wondered about that and what it all meant. We generally called them “tramp stamps”, but I knew all kinds of women now had them. She finally caught me looking.

“Hey, no fair looking when I don’t know you’re around. That’s peeping.” She said it playfully, so I knew she wasn’t really mad.

“You are a vision in bra and panties. I couldn’t help myself.”

She smiled. “Get home and get ready for work you slacker.”

“Slacker? Me? Watching you definitely reduces the ‘slack’ in my pants.”

She grinned. “Wow, maybe you should be a stand-up comedian – NOT. Now get out of here. I’ll be self conscious if you stand there and watch and I won’t be able to put my eye makeup on right. Get!”

Ah, there was the strong woman I remembered. “Okay, gotta run.” I scampered back into her bedroom, put on my shoes and shirt and rushed back to my apartment. I got showered and dressed in about 15 minutes, but still didn’t get to work until almost 8. That was late for me.

I had only been sitting there for about 20 minutes and had just finished saying good morning to Denise when Jill came into my cube. She was dressed down for Friday and was wearing a very tight pair of jeans and a blouse with the company logo on it. She reached into her purse and pulled out my wallet. She glanced around, checking to see if anybody was around, but Denise was the only one besides me who had come in for work yet and she had just left to get some coffee. Jill leaned over and whispered. “You must have dropped this out of your pants last night. I found it slightly kicked under my bed when I went to get my shoes.” She pressed my wallet in to my hand. Shit! I thought I just left it on my own nightstand when I couldn’t find it at work.

I took my wallet and as she turned, Denise was standing there in her cube, stirring her coffee. Jill glanced at her and I saw some non-verbal exchange occur based on what I saw on Denise’s face. She had a questioning look, then it went to a kind of understanding, and finally a grin as Jill made some motion that I couldn’t see. Jill turned to me, grinning as well, and then left. I looked over at Denise.

Denise was still grinning and looked around. She came over to my cube. She held up her fist, looking for what I figured was a fist bump. I bumped it and her smile became almost wolfish. “Way to go, maestro.”

“What?” I tried to act innocent toward what she was implying but she seemed to know just from that exchange.

She leaned over so that nobody could hear her, although most of the other cubes were empty. “Well, I was trying to figure out what was going on, but when Jill turned and saw me and you were sitting there with your wallet in your hand, I knew something was up. Then Jill winked at me and made a motion like to be quiet. It was obvious then that you two hooked up.” I must have been blushing a little, because she leaned over further. “You’re cute when you blush.”

“Denise, please, don’t….”

She put her finger on my lips. “Mum’s the word, loverboy. You know I can keep a secret.”

I stared into her eyes as she winked and smiled. Man, what a morning!

I dove into work on some new packages and procedures for our databases and was trying to concentrate, but in my head I could see images of Jill. There was the way she looked when she came into my cube with that little grin; there was that view I had this morning of her bending over the vanity, her panties stretched tight over that beautiful ass; there was the vision I had of her preparing breakfast in her short kolej escort robe, glimpses of her ass coming into view when she swiveled too fast; and finally, there was last night. I could still see the emotions playing across her face as we made love. She was right, that was not just fucking. We were really into each other at that moment and were mentally in tune. It was definitely making love.

I did manage to make it through the day and was preparing to go home when I got an email. It was typical Jill, terse and succinct. “My house, 7pm, bring weekend bag.” My heart leapt and my dick twitched. Holy shit! She had let Denise know that we had had sex and now wanted me to spend the weekend. Things were looking up.

I managed to make it through the rest of the day and prepared to get to Jill’s townhouse. I packed a bag quickly with two changes of clothes, one fairly nice, and just enough toiletries for a couple of days and then made my way over there. When I rang the bell, Jill answered and beckoned me to enter. She was still in her work clothes. As soon as I got into the living room and set my bag down she jumped into my arms and gave me a big kiss. I was a little surprised, but did not utter a protest.

She finally relented and put her feet down and backed up from me. “I’m glad you could come.”

I grinned at her. “Did I have a choice?”

“Well, you always have a choice.”

I put my chin in my hand and tapped on the side of my cheek like I was thinking hard. “Let me see… gorgeous woman… great sex… tremendous blowjobs… free breakfasts… hmmmm… I think it took me like 10 nanoseconds to make up my mind.”

She chuckled at that and moved close, looking up into my eyes. “Tremendous blowjobs?”

I hunted for more adjectives. “Stupendous? Unbelievable? Earth-shattering? Mind-boggling?”

She started laughing. “Okay, okay, I get the picture. You like my mouth.”

I shook my head back and forth indicating no and put my arms around her waist, pulling her in close. “No, Jill, I fucking love your mouth.”

“You mean you love fucking my mouth.”

Damn! When she wanted to this woman could talk dirty. “Well, now that you mention it, either way sounds good to me.” She just kept smiling so I released her. “So what’s on the agenda for the weekend? It’s supposed to rain most of this weekend since fall is finally arriving. Anything special on your mind?”

She grinned. “Yes. I was thinking that we’d order in a lot and see what we could find to do inside? What do you think?”

“Are you sure you’re not part guy? I know I’ve seen you naked, but that statement sure sounded like something a guy would say.”

She laughed and took my hand. “C’mon. Let’s work up an appetite while I show you again that I’m not a guy.”

Oh, yes. This was going to work out great.

Jill led me into her bedroom. She led me over to the bed, pushed me down on it, stood in front of me and stripped. She didn’t waste any time or draw it out to stimulate me. She just took off her clothes and threw them over the small chair she had against the wall. She was naked in about 5 seconds and I just sat there and watched. When she was done she looked at me and grinned. “Now, let’s get you naked, too.” And she did. She pulled me up and quickly removed all my clothes. When I was also naked, my dick already starting to show signs of an erection, Jill moved around me and lay back on the bed. “I think you owe me some oral attention, don’t you?”

Wow! What a horny girl! Was she always like this? Did I suddenly awaken something in her? Did I bring it out? Whatever it was, I was having sex and the most beautiful sight in the world to a man’s libido was there in front of me, live and in person. A naked woman was laying there, resting back on her elbows, her beautiful face smiling and challenging me, her breasts so perfect, her legs spread and showing me her gorgeous, wet, and now completely shaved pussy. “I certainly do owe you a little something.” I crawled up over her and kissed her first, it was soft and wet, but deepened as we could feel each other’s body heat and my dick made contact with her thigh. I then started moving down, kissing and sucking on her neck, eliciting soft moans from her. I moved to her breasts and licked around the nipples until finally nipping lightly at them and sucking on them. The moans got louder. Jill was now lying flat, allowing me to explore her. I continued to do so, kissing my way past her belly button, which got a little giggle out of her as it apparently tickled her to have that done. I finally settled on my belly between her legs. I kissed her left thigh and up over her pubic mound to her right one. I kissed and sucked on the right thigh and I could feel her impatience as she reached down to grab my head. I stared at the delicious treat she was offering and I dove in. I licked from the bottom to the top of her slit, dragging my tongue slowly over where her clit was hiding. I ate her slowly maltepe escort and enjoyed every second. She finally gave indications that she was getting close so I concentrated on her clit with the flat of my tongue, I rubbed her g-spot with my fingers, and I hummed. When she came, she thrashed under me, jerking and twitching until she finally let go of my head and relaxed her legs. She flopped back and I stopped.

I crawled up next to her and kissed her on the mouth. She opened her eyes. “Honey, you can do that any time you like.”

“Thanks. I plan on making it part of my regular workout routine.”

She chuckled. “I could really get used to that. You are pretty damn good with that tongue. And the humming – well, I gotta tell you that that was fantastic.” About that time her stomach growled. “I think we need to eat now.” She looked down at my hard, throbbing cock. “Can you manage to hang on until we have some pizza?”

I smiled and gave her a peck. “Sure. But if we are ordering, we have a little time.”

She shook her head and gave me a line that I think I heard in a movie. “Men! Always acting on behalf of their penis.”

I frowned and ribbed her. “Look who’s talking? The only thing we’ve ever really done together is have sex. I’ve never come to your townhouse without us having sex within about 10 minutes. You make most of us ‘guys’ look slow.”

I think she actually blushed at that. “Anyway, let’s order some pizza.” Nice change of subject, Jill!

She rolled off the bed and put on a big fluffy robe. I noticed that it wasn’t the short one she wore last week when we were making breakfast.

When the pizza arrived, we ate in front of the TV, once again naked, watching an old movie. I looked over at her a few times when she was engrossed in the movie and she looked so beautiful sitting there, focused on the movie, the lighting from the images on the screen playing over her nude form. I didn’t want this to end and I was finding myself more and more drawn to her. When the movie ended, I decided it was time for some answers.

I pushed her forward and crawled behind her and sat. I pulled her back against me and held her there, enjoying the closeness and the light smell of her perfume. “Please tell me more about yourself, Jill.”

She hesitated slightly, her body stiffening for a few seconds. Then she relaxed against me again and told me a few things.

“I was born in Kansas City. My mother was named Jean Reilly and my father was Jack Mathewson. We lived in a small one-story house until I was four. That’s when my father was killed in a car accident. My mother couldn’t keep up with the house payments so we moved into a trailer park. I hated it. My mother worked at a small restaurant bartending some nights and waitressing otherwise. She would bring her dates home some times and I didn’t like it because they never seemed to measure up to my father. When I was 10, she remarried a guy who was a truck driver and we lived relatively peaceably for about 4 years. Then one day he disappeared and my mother said he ran off with a young single woman with no children. I didn’t know for sure. When I was 16, she brought home another guy to live with us, but he spent too much time watching me, so when my girlfriend Gina offered me her basement to stay in and finish high school, I jumped at the chance. I started working in the evenings at a Wendy’s and finished school when I was 18. I worked odd jobs until I decided that I was smarter than that and wanted to go to school. I went to a small junior college in Kansas City and then when I saved up enough money and could afford it, I moved to Illinois and attended SIU in Edwardsville. After graduation I got a job here and I’ve been here for 6 years now. I was promoted to the project manager of my small project about 3 months before you arrived. So, that’s it.”

It was a little bit sad, but I wanted to know more. “Your father is buried out in Kansas City?”

“Yes. It’s on the south side of Kansas City, Missouri. I buried my mother there, too.”

“Oh. You didn’t tell me about that. How did that happen?”

She sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then she snuggled into me and I could feel that she wanted to be held. “She got AIDS.”

I sat there, trying to take that in. I had never known anyone with AIDS. “How?”

“After I left, I would see her partying at the place next to where she worked. I think she started hooking and got it from a john. She only had it a short while and it ate her up quickly.”

I thought about that for a few minutes. It was a heart-breaking story and I held her tighter and tried to provide some comfort. I pulled her face to mine and there were tears slowly moving down her face. I pulled her around and kissed them away, trying to ease the pain. I felt so strongly about her just then, that I didn’t want to let her go. She then buried her face in my neck and let out a few muffled sobs. My life was very pedestrian in comparison.

I pulled her face up and took it in my hands. I wiped the tears up with my thumbs and gave her a quick kiss. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault and it was a long time ago. I just don’t tell anyone.”

“Anyone?”

She stared right into my eyes. “I haven’t told anyone in the 6 years since I’ve been at this job. I also haven’t had a relationship in those 6 years.”

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Ness pulled off her top quickly, rapidly pressing into jack’s already naked body.

Unclasping her bra she let it fall to the floor, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. His rough hands ran down her back, gently circling the base of her spine, his fingers gently tracing the waistband of her jeans.

Hands now sliding to the front he let one hand cup her breast, gently pinching her hard nipple whilst the other rapidly fumbled with her jeans, undoing them with a carnal lust.

He pulled them down at the same time as her knickers and pressed his thick erection into her.

She felt his warm pre cum on her leg as the tip of his cock head brushed against her. She looked down, pleased to see how big it was. Ness loved big cocks. They felt better in her hand and her mouth. And her pussy, well…

She stepped back watching him slowly wank for her. As he did she could see the pre cum leaking out and running down the shaft. She pinched her nipple with excitement, sending a quiver down her body. Quickly she moved her free hand to her clit. Her pussy was wet and her clit swollen. Much bigger than normal, and she rubbed it feeling the electric though her body, Hoping Jack would see this big clit.

How could he not, dropping to his knees in front of her he sucked it, his head bobbing up and down licking and sucking on her engorged clit. Looking down it reminded Ness of dikmen escort what it would be like to see him suck cock.

Fuck! That thought sent her over the edge, grabbing his head between her hands she pulled his face into her, gushing all over him in a scream of pleasure, knees giving way as he lapped her juices up.

As she slumped to the floor jack wasted no time in pushing her flat on her front. He positioned himself over her, his giant cock pressing into her ass. She parted her legs to allow him in.

He was taken back how easily her pussy fit his huge member. She was soaked and now so was the full shaft of jack’s cock. He buried it deep into her, his weight press her down as he fucked her slow but hard. His balls heavy and full, slammed into her with every thrust.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair as they fucked she arched her back, causing his cock to rub up against a new part of her pussy. Her head upright she moaned with ecstasy as he took her hard from behind. The feeling of his power and his size excited her so much.

She glanced round. Her heart stopped as she realised some one was watching through the window!

He was wanking as well!

At first Ness was angry… Until she saw his cock.

It was even bigger than Jack’s. She wanted it. Something about being taken like this had just emek escort woken her inner slut and she wanted these two long fat cocks!

Pushing Jack off she quickly went to the window letting him in. Jack didn’t seem to care one bit which made Ness even more horny and slutty feeling.

Grabbing his huge cock she pulled him into the room and began to wank him, beckoning Jack over too.

To Ness’s delight Jack had his cock in his hand and layed it over the top of the strangers.

The two began to rub them together, mixing pre cum over each others helmets.

Ness stepped back to watch this and gently started to play with herself.

The stranger grabbed his cock and started slapping jack’s shaft with it. Jack held his dick still to make it easier for him. After a while they reversed the rolls before both started to sink their cocks into each other.

The stranger grabbed Jack’s cock and looked at Ness, she was almost drooling with excitement as she watched Jack slowly start to be wanked off in front of her.

He moaned and pushed his pulsating cock into the man’s hands wanking him back. The two men stood jerking each others cocks watching Ness.

She loved it. There must have been at least 18 inches of cock between these two hunks.

Then she nearly lost control…

Without warning the eryaman escort stranger dropped to Jack and swallowed his cock! There was no warning and Jack momentarily looked shocked before quickly composing himself.

Ness watched as the stranger opened his mouth wide for Jack to fuck his mouth. Ness couldn’t take it any more and dropped helping the stranger pleasure Jack in this strange and exciting bi three way.

Jack’s cock was pulsating as the two of them licked and kissed round it.

He had to pull away before he came! He and the stranger switched places. Jack had never thought about anything like this but was overtaken with the lust of the situation. He took the man’s salty warm cock head in his mouth and gently sucked, letting his tongue roam the man’s cock head. He could feel the pre cum and taste it.

Ness was behind him, she held his shoulders still and told him to open his mouth. He did, excitement growing in his balls.

The man began to fuck his mouth. Jack loved it, he was being a bi slut for Ness as she dominated him. He sucked hard every time the cock hit his mouth. Suddenly he felt the eruptions hitting his face. The giant cock spurting wave after wave onto him. There was so much cum Jack couldn’t see, the man had left the moment he’d cum!

Ness dropped to him and quickly slurped up the strangers spunk through heavy breaths…

Jack was so turned on he didn’t think he could last much longer. Pushing Ness to her knees and began to vigorously wank his thick cock pinching at his own nipples. As he did so he blasted Ness.

Even more cum than the stranger fired from his cock, coating Ness’s tits and face as she rubbed her huge clit gushing and cumming over Jack.

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I was browsing around the forum section of Literotica when I ran across a couple who wanted to see their story in print. So I asked them to give me the details, and I would see what I could do. As it turned out, they sent me the information in three separate packages. The first was a combined effort of the beginning of their relationship when they were in high school which they composed together. But they thought it would be fun to send me the second part in two separate packages that each prepared on their own. They thought it would be fun to set down how each of them perceived the flowering of their relationship while they were in college — in two separate schools. The following is their accounting of that adventure. The fun is that neither will know what the other wrote until they read the complete package when it appears on Literotica.

Part I: JAMES WRITES THIS PART WITH SARAH’S HELP.

I met Sarah, a petite little Thai girl, with small, shapely tits, and a sexy round ass when I was still in high school. She was a shy, bookish little thing who was firmly focused on studies. I was able to contrive an occasional conversation with her, as long as we were in a safe, public place, and I kept my hands to myself. She was very dutiful to her parents and wouldn’t think of doing anything of a sexual nature that might get back to them. She was a good Thai girl, and she made it very clear to me that she was determined to stay that way. I doubted that any guy had ever touched one of her tits or that anybody had ever seen her in anything more daring than a two-piece swimming suit that completely covered all the important parts of her body. She was definitely parsecs away from anything resembling sex. I doubted that she had ever as much as seen a cock. Her prominent eyeglasses just served to reinforce her innocence and provide another layer between me and her inner workings.

All of that just served to intrigue me all the more, and I felt myself becoming uncomfortably enamored of this totally lost cause. I knew I had little chance of ever cracking her, and if I did, she would always hang onto her strict Thai sexual restraints. It would be a lifetime of solo sex with no imagination or creativity. Still, I couldn’t help myself. Maybe it was the challenge of trying to get into the pants of such a lost cause, or maybe it was those rich chocolate eyes that seemed to hide layers of promise behind the protective lenses her glasses. So, I kept pursuing her, and she didn’t push me away.

We loved to sit outside on the lawn between classes or after school and talk and talk and talk. I never got bored. I couldn’t get bored. I simply lost myself in those eyes and her obvious intellect. She was smarter than I was, and we both knew it, but she never allowed it to be an issue. I was smart enough for her, and she never let me doubt it.

One day near the end of our senior year, I was standing outside the school building looking up a jet leaving a contrail across the sky when I felt something soft come to rest against my arm. I looked back, and there was Sarah, smiling up at me, resting her tit against my arm. Her eyes were bright, and the message they were sending was unequivocal. The tit on my arm was no accident. She gave a quick glance down her front, and my eyes followed. She was wearing a soft cotton top with a fairly low front — low enough for me to actually see cleavage for the first time. As she moved away from with with an intentional push of her chest, I noticed her blouse tended to gap in front.

She grabbed me by the hand and led me over to a shady spot with nobody else in the vicinity and sat down on the grass. As she sat down, she kept her eyes on mine and leaned over, ever so slowly. In the process, her top gapped, and I got the slightest glimpse of two beautifully shaped orbs with two dark brown tips. She was not only wearing a low blouse that gapped, she was also not even wearing a bra. Even more astonishing was that she seemed to have pulled the maneuver on purpose. It was as if she actually wanted me to see her tits. Then she sat up straight and the magic moment was over.

I trembled as I sat down next to her, a stupid questing look on my face. I was relieved to sit down. I was sure everybody on campus could see the bulge in my pants. Still, she allowed me to hang on to my dignity. The warmness in her smile never left, and she moved over against me again.

“Well,” she said, “You’re my best friend. Don’t you think it’s time you saw my breasts?”

I bobbed my chin but remained speechless. Anything I said in my state of arousal would not ring sincere. Still, a suspicion was dawning on me that my idea of a lifetime of boring sex with Sarah might have been a bit premature.

She leaned forward slightly, enough for her top to gap again. This time she held still for long seconds, still smiling up at me. Her tits were clearly displayed for me to see and see and see. I remained silent, as I tried to regain my breathe.

Suddenly, Sarah pulled back and the gap in her top closed.

“Okay,” she said. “That’s our reward for being friends these past two years. I think we deserve it, don’t esat escort you?”

I was puzzled but regaining my composure. “Our Reward?” I asked.

“Sure, our reward,” she repeated. “You don’t think sex is just for guys do you? That was for me too. It sent a chill up my spine, knowing that a guy had finally seen my breasts for the first time — and the best part is that he was my best friend. Now, that we’re going off to separate colleges, will we still be best friends?”

“More than that,” I answered. Then I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, giving her the biggest, wettest, most sincere kiss I had ever given anybody.

“Much more than that.”

We parted that last day of high school with much promise and high expectations for college. The fact that we would be going to separate campuses just meant an inconvenience, not a death blow to our suddenly exciting future. ———————————————–

JAMES’S VERSION OF THE EARLY COLLEGE YEARS:

We spent some time together that summer, but both of us worked, so the few times we got together, it was usually at family functions with limited one-on-one time. I managed a few stolen moments of kissing and got a little bare tit which excited the hell out of me, but the one time I moved my hand inside the top of her panties, she stopped me and simply said, “School. When we get to school, things will open up for us. We will have fun; I guarantee it. Please be patient.”

That was good enough for me. I would be worth the wait. I knew she would feel much freer to pursue some new adventures when she was outside the very strict influence of her parents. We were going to separate colleges, but we could easily get together almost on a weekly basis. I could live with that. Images of our soon-to-come adventures filled my mind as I kissed her goodbye on her way to college. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the reality that lay ahead.

It was almost a month before I saw her again. We both had to settle in at school, get a feel for the heavy dose of academic reality that washed over all college freshman, and begin to sample the absolute freedom of living away from our parents. That was OK with me. I wanted to experience the whole gamut of college life. It didn’t hurt that I wound up sitting next to a delicious-looking little blue-eyed blonde in my cultural anthropology class. Her name was Jan. We had already established the habit of sitting out on the grass on the campus Quad after class and talking over class, campus life, and sex. The latter emerging as our favorite topic of conversation.

Jan had already been on campus for a month, practicing her varsity cheerleading routines and had met most of the football team, which had also arrived early to start pre-season practices. We became very good friends very quickly and often got together to study anthro and talk about our new phase of life, with its freedoms and responsibilities. Our anthro class had the innate quality of providing a window of understanding into our culture and giving us the tools to rethink the lives that our parents had laid out for us.

On that topic, Jan had said, “I have a boyfriend who goes to another school. He’s so afraid that I’ll get pregnant, he simply won’t fuck me.”

She smiled and said, “How do you like my new vocabulary? I would never have used that word until I came to school. It seemed so dirty when I was in high school. Now, it seems dirty AND EROTIC! Anyway, I wanted to fuck, but he didn’t . . . . Well, let me rephrase that. Of course he wanted to fuck me, but he wouldn’t. He wanted to wait until we got married. He is the love of my life, and I’m certain we will get married someday, but I have some things I want to get done in college, and those things don’t include being celibate.

“So, as soon as I got here, I went to the school clinic and got some birth control pills, and I managed got nailed the first week of cheerleader practice by the first-string running back on the football team. He had absolutely no qualms about fucking me, and he already had a girl friend, so he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. He was content with a nice little piece of ass, and I was anxious to be just that: a nice little piece of ass, with no complicating entanglements. To make it even better, he was experienced! He knew exactly where my buttons were, and he touched them in just the right way. I’d wager that not many girls cum during their first fuck, but I did. It was great. Since then, I’ve been fucked by two more football players, and the school’s star basketball player, who also arrived early to get in some gym time. Now, that guy had a cock!”

Trying to hide my thumping heart beat and burgeoning hard-on, I managed to compose myself enough to say, “Uh, my my. You’ve been a busy girl.”

She laughed and said,”Yeh, in the old days, they would have called me nymphomaniac. Now, they just call me a college girl.”

In a clumsy attempt to pursue more detail in our conversation, I said, “You said your running back friend was good in bed. Well, I happen to have a girlfriend etimesgut escort who is a virgin, and I would like to make it good for her the first time we make love. Would you mind sharing a few details?”

Shaking her head and smiling, Jan said, “Sure, James, I’ll share some details with you. Better yet, why don’t you come over to my dorm room tonight, and I’ll show you. My roommate is always happy to give me some privacy, as long as I return the favor from time to time.”

I had to ask, “Are you serious? I mean, we haven’t as much as held hands, and you’re willing to teach me how to fuck you?”

“Look,” she said, “We’re already good friends, and I think we may be good friends for a long time. Furthermore, we both have very serious significant others, so we probably don’t have to worry about long-term complications. And I think I know enough about you that I won’t have to worry about diseases. As far as I’m concerned, we could stay friends forever, and how convenient would that be? We could both have on ongoing opportunity for occasional clandestine fucks for the rest of our lives.”

She looked around. “Would you like a preview?” she asked. “I have really great tits: 32 Ds and almost no droop.”

She discreetly undid four buttons in her blouse, then slid her hand in and pulled one side of her bra up off her tit. Then she cupped her tit in her hand and pointed her nipple right at me. She held that pose for about ten seconds, then discreetly put things back into place and buttoned up. Her tit was almost white, and the quarter-sized nipple was a light pink: not a huge contrast but very delicate and appealing nevertheless.

“That’s all you get for now. Come by my room tonight about 10:00, and I’ll show you the rest.”

Then she got up and hurried off to her next class, her tight little ass swinging as she walked.

I have to admit: I didn’t get much studying done that day, and it took a great effort to keep my hands off my cock until 10:00 P.M., but I managed. I had to. I felt obligated to give Jan my best.

She met me at her room dressed in a short, low-cut white nightie and obviously no bra. The top of the nightie was nicely filled out, and the bottom came to about two inches from where her panties would end, but there was no evidence of any panties. I thought I could discern a faint v-shaped patch.

She leaned against me, stood on her toes and kissed me. I wasn’t used to getting tit on the first date, but sometimes I did, if I were persistent. But this time, I abandoned caution and grasped her left tit in my right hand. She just squeezed harder against me, as I explored her surprisingly large tit for such a small girl. Emboldened by her response — or lack of one — I slipped my hand down the top of her nightie and took her right tit in my right hand, squeezing and quickly finding her nipple, which was already getting hard. She stopped kissing me and pushed herself slightly away.

Smiling up at me, she said, “What’d I tell you. Pretty nice tits, eh?”

Without removing my hand from her tit, I said, “I didn’t know you were from Canada.”

“Yeh,” she answered. “Southeast British Columbia. “How’d you know?”

“It’s your bum, I think. That looks like a Canadian bum.”

She laughed and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her ass in the mirror. “So what does a Canadian bum look like?” She asked.

“Oh, you know: It’s a bum that’s on a girl who says, ‘eh?'”

I removed my hand from her tit and reached for the bottom of her nightie. Pulling the hem upward, I felt the bare skin on her thigh, then quickly moved to her pussy. She moved her legs slightly apart and said, “Go ahead. Check out my pussy.”

I slid my middle finger to her slit and traced the groove up to her clit. When I touched it, she trembled slightly but didn’t pull away. Instead, she unzipped my pants and reached inside my shorts to get my already hard cock out into the open.

“Oooh,” she said. “The naughty boy is already hard, eh?

I didn’t bother to tell her the “naughty boy” had been hard almost continually since we parted company earlier in the day.

As I began a slow spiral stimulation, she stood on her toes and tried to spread her legs a little wider. It gave me enough room to get my finger in about three inches.

“Oooh, I said. “The naughty girl is already wet. We shouldn’t keep her waiting, eh?”

“Absolutely not!”

She tightened her grasp on my cock and led me to the bed.

“Strip,” she commanded, as she lifted her nightie off and tossed it onto the floor. Then she lay down on the bed and spread her legs, while cupping her hands over her pussy. It occurred to me that Sarah would never do that, but I wished she would.

I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed between her legs, as she spread them wide to accommodate me.

I reached for her, but she halted me with the palm of one hand, as she uncovered her pussy. She had a narrow blonde strip of hair above her cunt.

“Look at my pussy and tell me what it suggests to you?”

I smiled and said, etlik escort “It suggests that you’re either a natural blonde, or you’re good at cosmetics, eh?’

“Ding ding ding,” she sang. “You’re the winner. Now, you get to plow the patch. Fuck me!”

I moved closer, and she took my cock in one hand and spread her pussy with the other hand. She briefly rubbed the end of my cock on her clit and said, “Usually, this is where you start, but today I’m in a hurry.”

She pulled my cock to the opening of her pussy and said, “It’s a little dry on the outside, but it’s plenty lubricated on the inside. Just push. It will go.”

I pushed, but it wouldn’t go. She reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy wider. “Try again.”

I pushed, as she spread and wiggled her ass. Suddenly, I was in far enough that the ample inside lubrication took over, and my cocked slipped halfway in.

She gave a little sigh. “That’s what I like,” she said. “There’s nothing like initial entry. I look forward to it every time.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Isn’t it great fucking a sexy, gorgeous, natural blonde cheerleader with great tits and a natural blonde bush?”

I didn’t say a thing. I was concentrating on the task at hand, and I was worried about how long I would last.

She grabbed her legs under the knees and pulled wider. “Now, give me the rest,” she said. “All at once.”

I pushed hard and hit bottom.

“Stop!” she said. I like to savor this part.”

So I held my position, as she pulled me down and kissed me.

“There,” she said. “I kissed you. I usually don’t do that. I usually keep it to just fucking, but this proves you’re special. You will get to fuck me again. That’s not true for most of my partners. Now, there’s something else you should know. My tits are very sensitive. I want you to play with them a lot. Whether you’re fucking me, making out with me, or just copping an occasional subtle feel, please do not neglect my tits. Someday, when you’re titty fucking me, I want to have an orgasm. I think I can do it.”

Somehow, I felt I could comply with that request, especially when it pertained to fucking a sexy, gorgeous, natural blonde cheerleader with great tits and a natural blonde bush?

I took a tit in each hand and started a slow in and out. Her pussy was tight but well-lubricated, so I increased the pace. Then, I was pounding her, harder and harder. She watched my cock disappearing then reappearing for awhile while meeting my cock with her own pelvic thursts. She could give as well as receive.

Then, she said flippantly, “My turn on top.”

We rolled over, and she grasped a tit in each hand. “These will provide a show for you,” she said. “Even if you live long enough to graduate from college, you probably won’t see another set of tits like this bouncing around as a girl drills herself from the top.”

She smiled as I reached for her tits. I would watch them bounce soon, but for now, I just wanted to play with these extraordinary mammaries. She pushed her ass up in the air as my cock slid almost completely out of her cunt. When it got to the very tip, she slammed down hard again, then ground hard against my pelvis. As she ground her hips, her clit rubbed against my pelvic area. She kept my cock and herself stimulated even while she was fully penetrated.

Then, she pushed my hands away from her tits and started bouncing up and down on my cock. Her tits darted in every direction, sometimes working against each other. Other times in sequence, but regardless of the action, the combination of the her tight pussy riding my cock and those glorious tits bouncing around were too much for me. I shot my wad full into her cunt. She recognized my dilemma immediately and slowed to a halt after a dozen or so more strokes.

Leaving my cock in her pussy, she leaned forward, gave me another kiss and said, “It’s OK. You lasted longer than I expected, and you will get better as you get used to me. You can finish me off with your fingers this time. But I expect you to get better. I’m an orgasmic girl, and I want to have an orgasm every time, so you have to promise to work on getting me off in the future, eh?”

She lifted herself off my modestly diminished cock and walked over to a shelf, where she flicked off a video camera that had recorded everything we had done. “It’s for posterity,” she said. “Next time, we’ll get some closeups. Someday, after you’re married and the sex is beginning to get too predictable, you can show them to your wife. It will liven things up a bit. She will be impressed by what a classy chick you were nailing on a regular basis in college.”

Then, she walked back over to the bed. “Now, finish me off,” She said.

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SARAH’S RECOUNTING OF THE EARLY COLLEGE YEARS:

I was free! After an early lifetime of being controlled by my loving but strict parents, I was now on my own — completely on my own. I was a bit daunting but also very exciting. I would be making decisions for myself, now, and I wanted to have fun, but I also wanted to be prudent — except when James came to visit. Then, I would be anything but prudent. I was still so much a virgin that, frankly, it was disgusting. I had finally allowed James to get his hands on my tits, but when he tried to get his hand into my panties, I had inexplicably stopped him. The specter of my parents’ influence was just too much to overcome while I was at home.

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